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Grunting, Guest 1337 managed to block c00lkidd’s hit. Winding up for a parry, he landed a blow on the kid. As c00lkidd whined in the background, 1337 clutched his abdomen and ran away to where he noticed Builderman setting up his machines earlier.

“Thanks Build, was a bit worried I wouldn’t be able to bait him to hit earlier. How are the others holding up?” He stood nearby the dispenser, keeping an eye out for c00lkidd’s minion or the kid himself. “Rest of em are dealing with c00lkidd now, all healed up and ready to go thanks to you distracting him for the bit. Reckon we can go out of this round with only a few injuries this time.”

Worries alleviated, Guest checked the timer. 1 minute left then they could take a break and freshen up. They should be done for the ‘day’, but who knows what the Spectre might for them to endure for it. But usually, they average about 10 rounds per day. Hopefully with no funny business he could take a rest.

As the clock reached 0, they were transported back to the lobby seated at the dining table. “Good work everyone, make sure to get some rest for tomorrow.” Builderman congratulated them, dusting himself off and heading to his cabin. Everyone split to do their own business, Elliot cooking dinner with Noob, Two Time wiping down their dagger and Taph also heading back to his cabin to.. do whatever he does. Nobody here really knows what is it he does. They just leave him to his own devices.

As 1337 headed to his cabin, he wondered whether there would be any new occurrences. At least a new event from the usual slaughter. The best would be for them to find a way out of this hell of course, but even the monotony can get to the best of them. Sighing, he opened his door and waited for ‘tomorrow.’

MAP: CAPTURE THE FLAG
Silent as ever, Guest cursed out in his mind as he blinded that darn dog again. Putting the canister back into its strap, he pushed his legs to bring him to the portal. Spying Brickbattler catching up to him, he motioned to him if he stunned Drakobloxxer. Nodding yes, they reached the portal during their little interaction. The rest of the survivors were already there, with Jane healing Bacon and Builderman keeping watch for Drako. Once he noticed the last two of their group, he turned to everyone.

“Alright, everyone’s here. Enter the portal one by one. It should be scheduled to a far away enough server from them to reach quickly. We can take a breather there.” He gestured for the ones who got hit the most to go in first. Hearing a growl, Builderman turned quickly, readying his Banhammer for a hit. The rest of the group clambered to join the rest on the other side of the portal as Builderman distracted Drako. Finally, after slamming a blow to the red dog, he took the opportunity to escape, the last to enter the portal.

But what was on the other side was not what the survivor group was expecting. Well for one, the map itself wasn’t weird, it actually looked quite cozy compared to other hideouts they had in the past. It was the fact there were other inhabitants. People that looked like ones they knew well, even a little too well considering that some were a copy of a few of the survivors.
“Now who the heck are teh lot of you, and why sum of you look like us?” Builderman’s doppelganger questioned, an eyebrow raised in suspicion. “Don’t ya know its against TOS to impersonate admins?”

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“Now who are you calling an impersonator?” T!Builderman retaliated, brushing the dirt off his clothes before settling a hand on the handle of his Banhammer. Eyes narrowed in suspicion, he stood tall to seem unafraid against his doppelganger. “Seems like you’re the one who’s trying to steal my identity. You’re little friends in on it as well?” Glancing at the others behind his copycat, he could make out a lot of familiar faces staring back at him-except for a few he hasn’t seen before.

F!Shedletsky stood beside his Builderman sword at the ready. Chance also brought out their revolver aiming for a headshot towards T!Builderman at a moment’s notice, finger ready on the trigger. For all the Forsakeneds knew, this was some new way for the Spectre to mess with them especially with how dangerous these other versions of them looked.

It was only when Dusekkar stepped in did the tension wane down a little. “Though they may wear your face, their weapons are different to the Spectre’s taste. Perhaps these familiar faces aren’t here to purge, instead are lost souls confused why they are in this place.” The survivors looked shocked to see Dusekkar standing there talking in rhymes.
Recovering from his shock, T!Builderman confirmed what Dusekkar said to be true. His group didn’t know how they ended up here, nor why the Forsakeneds looked like them.

“Hmm, looks like we have finally reached a conclusion to this here mess, sorry about accusing ya earlier, though that doesn’t explain why you look like me and how yall ended up here.” F!Builderman huffed, then looked up at the survivors. “Why don’t cha come on in to the main cabin and we can talk more there. Yall look like you could use a drink or two anyways. You can explain more about your situation over a nice cup of tea.” He gestured for them to follow him, opening the main cabin’s door as the survivor group filed in, F!Shedletsky and Chance included to keep an eye on them. Closing the door behind him F!Builderman called out to Elliot and Noob still in the kitchen, not having heard the commotion earlier.

“Noob, Elliot! Boil a pot of tea! We got guests here to talk with!”

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“So yer telling me you was running from a killer, then opened a portal and got dropped off here?” F!Builderman repeated, head still whirling from the information he was given by the alternate universe version of himself. These people had just explained to him and the Forsakeneds (the rest of the survivors came in later) that they were most likely from a different universe to explain why most of them had a doppelganger and that they were on the run from killers that were taking over the world.
“Yeah, sounds about right. And you guys are forced into a death game to survive your killers or die trying by some powerful entity? Only well you don’t actually die, permanently at least.” T!Shedletsky questioned, nodding at F!Builderman.

Then Elliot suggested they introduce themselves and maybe come up with nicknames for the ones with same names. The introductions went on smoothly, with included: A clench of fists from Guest 1337 when Bacon spoke, Noob staring longingly at Guest of which he ignored, 007n7 being shunned as usual (DESERVED!!! I AHET THIS MF I HATE HIM) and now had come to where the Survivors were supposed to sleep. Both Buildermans and Shedletskys agreed to sleep in the same cabin, Bloxxer and Brickbattler with Chance and 1337, Guest and Bacon with Dusekkar and Taph (Bacon is not understanding SHIT in that house lmao) and Jane got her own room, a spare one that nobody ever found a use for.

Splitting up into their respective houses, both game’s survivors settled in for the night if you can really call it that with the perpetual Night in the realm. Tomorrow the Survivors would try to find a way to make a new portal out of this game, and maybe find a way to bring their counterparts back to their homes as well.
But of course, before they can leave-they should play a few rounds to make it interesting shouldn’t they? :)