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Deadline: September 7th
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Thank ~lledra for the upcoming season THREE of Blood Sport. More details to come on how to enter, where it'll be, and all that juicy stuff.
BS R4 - Blood LossRound 4: The Doctor vs. CasBS R4 - Blood Loss by ~Critical-Error
A thick cloud of fog rolled over a canal in the middle of the jungle, all that was left of the rainclouds from earlier. The water level had finally settled back down to its original depth, the water itself little more than murky sludge from debris washed away from the city and the bleak gray sky above. A dark shape was barely visible in the fog, floating along the river of sludge at a lazy, lifeless pace.. it could have just been more debris, but there was something more organic and complex about it..
Unknowing of this mysterious floating shape, a young amphibian squirmed out of the underbrush and hopped out onto the bank, confident now that the long rain was over. It proudly surveyed its foggy domain, beady eyes finally locking on to a promising set of flies flitting about above the murky surface of the water.
The frog hunkered down and leapt onto the nearest bit of debris, then a few lilypads, doggedly pursuing its prey across the canal until it landed
Q Vs. Crudge Part 1Blood SportsQ Vs. Crudge Part 1 by ~avatarjk137
Round 4: Warriors
Part I: Grit
Wakefulness came to Q like a red tide slowly and ominously. He gasped for air, a mist of blood spraying from his lips to the wooden platform he lay on. Forcing himself up on unsteady hands, he took stock of his surroundings he was all alone with his Broken Promise sword on the platform where his battle with Missionary had ended. The rain had stopped, and the sun shined weakly through the canopy, but the platform still drifted on floodwaters. Keek's lower half lay limp about ten feet away from him. The rest of his would-be student and doctor, along with the monster Missionary, was nowhere to be found.
Q wasn't satisfied, but he had to move on to his person, because his torso was a mass of different pains and his head was swimming. There was a deep wound on one side of his stomach, and it had spilled a couple of pints of blood already. If not addre
Problem SolvedAt least they had condiments. Sugar can always take away the pain of sitting through council meetings, especially when both Tallest knew that this council meeting was not going to go well.Problem Solved by #Blood-Sport
There was something of a crisis going on. Morale was wavering, the people were complaining that this massive war was dragging on and that, even since their early wins against their closest targets, the new battlefronts were being locked into either stalemate or constant terrorist attacks from splinter groups of the Resisty.
Not to mention that the cost in a lot of things had gone up since so many other galactic empires were now refusing to trade with the Irken Empire due to their blitz assaults across the universe.
Yes, as the Tallest had so grudgingly accepted, things were not looking up.
And now they had to have a meeting about it.
I hate meetings, Purple grumbled as he and his fellow leader floated their way down the hall, Theyre boring.
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