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Life can be annoying. I seem to remember I began an Opuss like that - maybe it was the #OBR. Well, it can be. Things will not always go your way.
I woke up, and the vixen was gone. Without warning, she had simply left. No thank-you, no apology, nothing. I checked outside. No sign of her. I growled and kicked the tree in despair.
I had to concentrate for this. One slip and both of our lives would be gone forever. I took some deep breaths. You can do it, I assured myself.
I interrupt my steady flow of #OBR to bring an important announcement to all Minecraft players. Earlier this week, I asked if anyone had heard of a Minecraft character called Void. Nobody did.
I had to find shelter to at least look after this vixen. There was no way she was dead. No way. I kept running, every step with a stronger purpose.
The Hooded Figure I woke up suddenly. It was eerily quiet. Pitch darkness surrounded me. I must've fallen asleep whilst waiting to kill. Great spy you are.
ALL CHARACTERS AND EVENTS IN THIS STORY--EVEN THOSE BASED ON REAL-ISH PEOPLE--ARE ENTIRELY FICTIONAL.
"Holy shi......" My mouth fills with water. I choke. Swimming against the flow. Struggle to get air. @Seamonster is too strong. I go with the tide. Washing away. I see a ghost along side me.
(sorry this is late!) #OBR I clambered over the edge if the cliff. And there stood a man. A man who looked twisted and horrid. I looked as folk of all shapes and sizes clambered over. Then I saw...
It had been three days since we were drafted. 3 days of hard graft, of senseless murder, of sleepless nights. I could see the scores lined on the Walls of the sky.
The cliffs were a good choice. For the rest of day two he had annihilated a huge number of contestants in comparison to his first day.
Part three of Opuss Battle Royale Stabbing pain rakes me as my eyelids are prised open. My vision is blurred and yet I can see light, and a shadowy form. Am I with her.
Part two of the Opuss Battle Royale I awake with a start from my fitful sleep, squinting in the damp gloom of the cave. Something doesn't feel right, something doesn't feel safe.
It was only the second day but The Regulator’s grey stone exterior was already covered in dried blood, drenched in the war paint of his kills.
Running for hours, constantly changing, my flesh undulating and cracking. Adapting. Evolving. I dare not slow, I must escape. I must survive. Many horrors I pass, dead and dying litter the ground.
'Stacy, Stacy!' He awoke naked in a cold sweat, heart pounding fast, screaming for his sweetheart.
Tpek smiled. His submarine, an ancient contraption found in some mysterious ruins Tpek had found while fighting for his life in a violent game of death - the Opuss Battle Royale.
Part One of the Opuss Battle Royale I stood at the brow of the hill, surveying the broken land beneath me.
A whooping bird call roused the girl from her sleep.
'You have three days' The speakers declared.
Three days. Three days of bloodshed. Tpek clenched his fist on his knuckle dusters, uncomfortable in his palm. Groups of fighters travelled different routes towards the "Final".
Feather looked around. The forest's mist seeped about her ankles. It was eerily quiet. Too quiet, as the cliché went. At her back, her rapier rested against her spine: a welcome comfort.