Survival of the Fittest — Chapters III + IV: Stalemate + Dog Fights

Kool: I hope you liked the ending of part one. The first four chapters are done, and so is the first part.

Now, I received some nice comments on the first two chapters of the series, and here you go, chapters III and IV of Survival of the Fittest, The Unfolding and Dog Fights.

Chapter III: The Unfolding

Kooldude247 sat behind the speaker for a solid hour before he was sure everything was gone. He warily poked his head out like a “Whack-a-Mole” mole coming out, awaiting to get pounded by a hammer. He saw everyone was gone. The tables were empty of debating leaders, and he didn’t even know where they all went. As he went home despite his confusion, he saw a button on the floor. Feeling tempted by curiosity, he picked it up. It was a sleek-black rectangular prism that looked like a control panel with a button slightly larger than the others in the middle. Under the button, it said Transport to Office. He attempted to put it down, not wanting any affiliations with it, but accidentally pressed the button while putting it down. Little did he know all the information he wanted to know would be unfolding.

He was quickly teleported to a dark, strange room where armies were in line, on when looked like a neon green stadium. Geraldo looked as if he were directing this, and peeked into his office, and Kooldude247 thought he was a goner. However, after standing completely stiff, Geraldo redirected his full attention back to the armies in each queue. “I can’t get caught, Geraldo must be doing something catastrophic,” Kooldude told himself, and tried to slip around the corner of Geraldo’s office, into a hallway with no windows undetected by any force. He was safe for now. He could overhear something.

“Now you, ACP, will be fighting the Doritos,” stated Geraldo, in a sick, sneer way.

“But that’s not fair!” A familiar voice shouted desperately, who must have been in DCP. “ACP is way better than us, we will certainly die!”

“Well it sucks to be you,” Geraldo chuckled. “And one more whiny remark and you get sent to the Void“.

Kooldude swallowed hard at the fact he heard Geraldo had armies in check. He didn’t know what to do, much less how to stop this madness. But he knew what he had to do; he had to change the game on Geraldo. He had to turn it into a fair game, or he would have them all at a stalemate.

 Chapter IV: Dog Fights 

“Anyways,” Geraldo sighed, obviously annoyed. “Continued in the first round, Light Troops will fight UMA, the Nachos will fight the Dark Warriors, the Ice Warriors will fight the Elites, and the Ninjas will fight the Shadow Troops.”

“I have to pee,” one troop begged. “Can I please go to the bathroom?”

“NO,” yelled Geraldo. “Now fight!”

Five neon-green stadiums came down, troops staring at the picturesque stadiums. It would be much more fun if it wasn’t like a dog fight, being forced to fight, and putting your life on the line.

Everyone brought to the stadiums and started battling. ACP dominated, sending large beams, every time they did a tactic. DCP could do little to fight back. In the Light Troops-UMA battle, the Light Troops started sending huge beams, and the UMA returned fire, but LT shot back again to take out the UMA. The Nachos surprisingly couldn’t do very well tactics in this battle with the Dark Warriors, probably from the pressure, and the Dark Warriors pulled it together. The Ice Warriors and the Elites fought hard, but IW sent multiple tactics while the Elites were grouping. The Ninjas did a great job and sent several and various tactics, shooting down the Shadow Troops. Green fluorescent light [and relief] flashed upon the vests of the Army of Club Penguin, the Light Troops, the Dark Warriors, the Ice Warriors, and the Ninjas’ vests. Red lights beamed out from Doritos, UMA, Nachos, Elites, and Shadow Troops vests, and would be the last thing they saw before they went into the void.

“Well, well, well. You armies have done very decent so far, and only 5 armies remain,” Geraldo reluctantly complemented. “Since five does not calculate evenly in this, all five of you armies will fight altogether, in what you call a brawl, to see who gets the free pass throughout next round and will be immune to death in the next round.”

Everybody put their game faces on, getting ready to try and deplete their chances of death. They were all extremely terrified of death, and since the battles were determined on tactical percentages, anybody could win.

“Hurry to this pentagonal stadium,” Geraldo demanded. “We shall proceed to the challenge now.”

Who will win the tournament? Will Kooldude find a way to save the armies? Will that poor soldier ever get to pee? Make sure to read the next chapters to find out!