06-19-2018, 01:06 AM
"This isn't working..." Digi-Jack growled irritably, as he chambered an additional magazine into his shotgun.
"I KNOW!" Fleshy-Jack replied, firing the last shot of his own clip into the steadily-advancing behemoth known as Jason.
Of course, that wasn't exactly true. At the very least, they were slowing him down a bit. But despite the repeated barrages of gunfire, which had begun to coat the white tiles of the arena in a thick mat of viscera and gore, Jason continued towards them seemingly undaunted. The chainsaw rumbled ominously in his hands, like a barely restrained beast which longed to take a bite out of Jack and his duplicate. And, as he advanced, the duo were pushed further and further back towards the edge of the stage. Until, at last, there was nowhere further to go. Another step would send Handsome Jack off into the grass, and into disqualification. Granted, that might be better than getting brutally murdered by the Lame Gretsky, but Jack wasn't quite ready to give up his chance to win just yet.
Glancing to his left and right, the Hyperion CEO quickly affirmed that he was proper fucked. Jason had gotten too close for any kind of strafe maneuver to be effective; not with the condition his leg was in, anyway. Fortunately, it had stopped bleeding for the most part. Unfortunately, it still hurt like a mother-fucker and anything quicker than a slow stagger threatened to send Jack into unconsciousness.
"Wait... where the Hell... OH FUCK NO! Goddammit, Fabio!" Jack called out after a quick scan of the area around him revealed that Mr. Regan had gone missing. "Don't you go pulling that shit on me, pumpkin! Look... I know I kinda did the exact same thing to you earlier, but..."
A silent moment passed before Jack continued, "Ok, look. I don't have a good excuse for that. But, come on, man. Don't stoop to my level! Be the better dude!"
Again, all that greeted Jack was silence... well, aside from the growl of the chainsaw and the occasional shot from Jack or his double. His face twisted in a scowl, Jack shouted out to his invisible partner. "You know what? Fine then! Fuck you too! I don't need you anyway! I got a better teammate!"
Having regained a small measure of his courage from that tirade, Jack continued.
"Alright, me. Back-up plan: go distract the big lug while I hobble away path...et... oh, goddammit..." Jack muttered to himself, as his sidelong glance revealed that his doppleganger had taken a page from Dane's book and also made himself scarce. In the time it took him to get over that shock, it was too late to come up with a tertiary plan of escape. As if to fully illustrate his predicament, the shadow of the towering monster fell over the Hyperion CEO like an eclipse. With a sigh, Jack let his gun fall to the tiles by his feet, and forced his eyes to meet those of the Crystal Lake Killer's.
"Well... fuck me, right?" He managed to choke out before the chainsaw roared to life and buried itself within his abdomen. A crimson mist sprayed forth onto Jason's filthy mask, onto the flooring, and pretty much everywhere else it could go. To call the pain excruciating would be an understatement. It was like having a pack of wolves eat your innards alive. Wolves made from acid. That were also on fire. Thank God for shock, otherwise this next part would never have happened, because Jack would have been very much dead.
Jack's eyes glanced past Jason, and a wry smile split his face. Placing a hand on the top of the saw's chassis, Jack lifted himself and relieved the stress on his diaphragm. Live or die, win or lose, he wanted the bastard to hear what he had to say. Even so, it was a struggle to get the words out, and they came flecked with blood and interrupted by the forced clearing of his lungs as they fought to take in air.
"Hey... asshole..." Jack sputtered, weakness causing his head to lean in close to Jason's. "Guess what."
Pause for dramatic effect... and... "I popped the cherry on the rest of my grenades. Oh... and so did... the other me."
There was no time to react. Not for Jason, nor for Jack. He knew it was a desperate gamble. He knew it'd probably kill himself before it so much as put a booboo on the larger man. But, he couldn't deny just how bad-ass it was when a full seven grenades exploded at the same time, with Jason at their center.
"I KNOW!" Fleshy-Jack replied, firing the last shot of his own clip into the steadily-advancing behemoth known as Jason.
Of course, that wasn't exactly true. At the very least, they were slowing him down a bit. But despite the repeated barrages of gunfire, which had begun to coat the white tiles of the arena in a thick mat of viscera and gore, Jason continued towards them seemingly undaunted. The chainsaw rumbled ominously in his hands, like a barely restrained beast which longed to take a bite out of Jack and his duplicate. And, as he advanced, the duo were pushed further and further back towards the edge of the stage. Until, at last, there was nowhere further to go. Another step would send Handsome Jack off into the grass, and into disqualification. Granted, that might be better than getting brutally murdered by the Lame Gretsky, but Jack wasn't quite ready to give up his chance to win just yet.
Glancing to his left and right, the Hyperion CEO quickly affirmed that he was proper fucked. Jason had gotten too close for any kind of strafe maneuver to be effective; not with the condition his leg was in, anyway. Fortunately, it had stopped bleeding for the most part. Unfortunately, it still hurt like a mother-fucker and anything quicker than a slow stagger threatened to send Jack into unconsciousness.
"Wait... where the Hell... OH FUCK NO! Goddammit, Fabio!" Jack called out after a quick scan of the area around him revealed that Mr. Regan had gone missing. "Don't you go pulling that shit on me, pumpkin! Look... I know I kinda did the exact same thing to you earlier, but..."
A silent moment passed before Jack continued, "Ok, look. I don't have a good excuse for that. But, come on, man. Don't stoop to my level! Be the better dude!"
Again, all that greeted Jack was silence... well, aside from the growl of the chainsaw and the occasional shot from Jack or his double. His face twisted in a scowl, Jack shouted out to his invisible partner. "You know what? Fine then! Fuck you too! I don't need you anyway! I got a better teammate!"
Having regained a small measure of his courage from that tirade, Jack continued.
"Alright, me. Back-up plan: go distract the big lug while I hobble away path...et... oh, goddammit..." Jack muttered to himself, as his sidelong glance revealed that his doppleganger had taken a page from Dane's book and also made himself scarce. In the time it took him to get over that shock, it was too late to come up with a tertiary plan of escape. As if to fully illustrate his predicament, the shadow of the towering monster fell over the Hyperion CEO like an eclipse. With a sigh, Jack let his gun fall to the tiles by his feet, and forced his eyes to meet those of the Crystal Lake Killer's.
"Well... fuck me, right?" He managed to choke out before the chainsaw roared to life and buried itself within his abdomen. A crimson mist sprayed forth onto Jason's filthy mask, onto the flooring, and pretty much everywhere else it could go. To call the pain excruciating would be an understatement. It was like having a pack of wolves eat your innards alive. Wolves made from acid. That were also on fire. Thank God for shock, otherwise this next part would never have happened, because Jack would have been very much dead.
Jack's eyes glanced past Jason, and a wry smile split his face. Placing a hand on the top of the saw's chassis, Jack lifted himself and relieved the stress on his diaphragm. Live or die, win or lose, he wanted the bastard to hear what he had to say. Even so, it was a struggle to get the words out, and they came flecked with blood and interrupted by the forced clearing of his lungs as they fought to take in air.
"Hey... asshole..." Jack sputtered, weakness causing his head to lean in close to Jason's. "Guess what."
Pause for dramatic effect... and... "I popped the cherry on the rest of my grenades. Oh... and so did... the other me."
There was no time to react. Not for Jason, nor for Jack. He knew it was a desperate gamble. He knew it'd probably kill himself before it so much as put a booboo on the larger man. But, he couldn't deny just how bad-ass it was when a full seven grenades exploded at the same time, with Jason at their center.
Quote: -1 SP to utilize Digi-Jack for this post. He has now been exploded and is gone. 0/3 SP remains.
Jack used up his remaining 3 Thot Potatoes, while Digi-Jack used all 4 of his.
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