Murderworld 2012

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

The sound of spotlights coming on could be heard, and the darkness that had embraced the people within the room had disappeared. Instead, they were on what looked like an elaborate stage... something out of a reality TV show like the Bachelor. As if things could not get stranger, a large, 65" LED TV came to life, showing a young woman in a white jacket, green shirt, and a horrible yellow and orange polka dot tie.

"Ah! Our lovely contestants have woken up! Welcome, welcome one and all to Murderworld 2012!" The neuro-implants in the sides of her eyes began to glow a bright green in color, and her face had a large smile upon it. "These contestants were carefully selected to take part in the most fun, and dangerous version of Murderworld yet! Winners get to live, if we have any winners, that is. And the losers? Well, they get to die horribly painful and elaborate deaths!"

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[fourshelled]

Athos crossed his arms in front of his chest. He shook his head and turned toward the Spider-Man.

"Hipped in a birdcage with an addle-cove chattering. So, blood, well-lanned enough to know who Mojo-Lite is?"

Being from the mutant school side of things, Mojo got covered in a bit more detail since the big, yellow media mogul controlled a whole dimension.

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"Ugh! I cannot understand a word you are saying!" Alisa slapped herself in the face. "Whatever! Have a safe trip, see you next fall ninja turtle!"

With another push of a button, another contestant was sent through a trap door and into their personal stage of Murderworld. That left just one contestant left...

[tangledwebs]

Spider-Man stood up and dusted off the bottoms of his costume. Yep. It wasn't a motley crew anymore. It's just a motley me.

He cleared his throat and then started singing.

"And now we're standing face-to-face
Isn't this world a crazy place?
Just when I thought our chance had passed
You go and save the best for last!"

He grinned, though it wouldn't be obvious, considering the full-facial cowl that he wore.

"So, do I get the ticket, Paula? Do I get to go to Hollywood?" This was a crazy reality-type deal? Fine. He'd yuk it up for the hell of it, and then he'd come out on top.

I hope.

"I mean, if you didn't like that sample, I could sing something else. Something by Eagle-Eye Cherry? Smash Mouth? I do a mean Shakira, too. These hips? They definitely don't lie."

[alisa_lebeau_v3]

"... I really should have sent you into the arena first." Alisa groaned as Spider-Man started to yuk it up. "Yeah, you are not moving on to the next part of Super-Hero Idol! Sorrrrrry! But hey, here's your consultation prize!"

She punched the button in front of herself, which opened up the trap door under Spider-man, and sent him out of the main part of Murderworld.

"Ugh! I swear! No more Spider-men! I cannot stand them!" Alisa frowned, turning in her chair to the other monitors and controls to see what was going on. "Let the entertainment begin, kiddies!"