Reserved at thegames. Mun laughing evilly behind her computer.

[polyturtle]

. . .


[For the fifth or sixth time in his life, Donatello is speechless at this action of his mun's. He thought she could not get any lower. He thought the plot in the game he's already in were the lowest she could go.








Judging by the look of horror, clearly Donatello has not been in this mun's headspace long enough. Because she totally went there.]

Comments

[memoryreprieved]

Donatello....? [ Why? Why are you giving that look? ]

[headpool]

Wait...did I miss something? [It's a Hunger Games rp]

What the hell is that? [It's basically The Running Man but with more angst.]

Oh...well it sucks to be you.

[polyturtle]

What do you want.

[polyturtle]

...Chloe...

[memoryreprieved]

What is it? What's your mun- [ Yeah, she's frowning. Not liking the sound of that tone. ]

[polyturtle]

She's reserved me at another game...

[headpool]

What? Can't a decapitated zombie mercenary head, talk to a giant mutant ninja turtle?

[ironxsavior]

[Ouch. Um. Liz offers a pat on the shoulder?]

[memoryreprieved]

What game? What's it like? [ Don't tell her it's a horror game or something. ]

[polyturtle]

You're insane. Body or no.

[polyturtle]

Its a game. A game where we have to kill each other.

[memoryreprieved]

What?

And she decided to send you there? What's her problem?

[polyturtle]

She's my mun. That's her problem.

[polyturtle]

Thanks, Liz...

[How can his life suck any more? Seriously?]

[ironxsavior]

[At least he didn't juggle the idiot ball for a few months before getting kidnapped and tortured in a creepy basement?

Though...being trolled by hallucinations and getting thrown into a bloody game isn't exactly a good prize either.]

[headpool]

Insanity is just one of my many quirks.

[memoryreprieved]

But you're the one that has to do it! Not her!

[polyturtle]

[Yeeeeeeah, can he return his consolation prize?]

[polyturtle]

Exactly.

[ironxsavior]

[At least you've got a friend to give you a hug?]

[moltenman]

[Have a curious eighteen year old Donnie who has seen a lot in his mun's mind.]

The only way it could be that bad is if it's a horror game or something like that.

[darkhonour]

...? [He's just curious, it's not like he's concerned or anything.]

[polyturtle]

...

[This fellow looks rather...familiar. Unnervingly so.]

Who...?

[polyturtle]

Its worse than a horror game.

At least if it was a horror game I'd not automatically be assumed to just another contestant in a death game.

[darkhonour]

You don't already know?

[Uh oh Don, you've said one word and this guy's already in a bad mood.]

[1/?]

[polyturtle]

No...I don't...

[But shell he looks...]

[2/4]

[polyturtle]

.............

[3/5 I lied]

[polyturtle]

[He is clearly studying this guy. The question is, could he figure who this guy was from studying him? Commencing an internal guesstimate of his general measure...multiply by x...divide by, uh, eyepatch...]

[4/5]

[polyturtle]

[...Ding!]

Done!

[polyturtle]

...Leo?

[Likely an alternate Leo. But seriously. How could it have gone over his head so easily?]

You look a bit...bluer than usual.

[polyturtle]

[This was very true. :(]

[darkhonour]

Wrong.

His clone. [Dark Leonardo smiles, and it's not friendly.] Someone hated you enough to try fighting fire with fire.

[polyturtle]

...Oh.

[Well, this didn't exactly brighten up his day, did it.]

Figures.

[darkhonour]

[Dark Leonardo huffs.]

So what was that stupid look on your face for anyway?

[polyturtle]

[Sigh.]

A game.

[darkhonour]

That's it? [Clueless clone is clueless]

[polyturtle]

...Its a game where we're forced to kill each other. For entertainment. Its like a gladiator sport, only...these games were originally designed to be played by young children forced to fight.

[darkhonour]

[Dark Leonardo ponders this.]

Where's the fun in watching them fight when they're still small and useless?

[Sorry Don, DL's morals are... a little off.]

[polyturtle]

Killing people isn't fun at all.

[He's beginning to notice that.]

1/2

[darkhonour]

Only for those who can't stomach it!

[darkhonour]

But killing brats is pointless. It's just you and your brothers I'm meant to be fighting.

[polyturtle]

[Ignoring the fact that he's ok with killing people for fun, apparently. Ugh. But.]

They'll make you fight. They have ways to force you into fighting people no matter who they are. They've done this for decades to the kids they forced to fight. They can make grown men do it as well. And make them do it and die any way, so their audience enjoys it while one is left alive.

That's what the Hunger Games is all about.

[darkhonour]

[He says he's fine with it, he might even believe it, but he's never actually killed anyone.]

That's a stupid game. People fight better when they want to.

...

Why doesn't everyone just fight the ones in charge. That's what you did when the Triceratons made you fight.

[polyturtle]

It'll be difficult, but that's what I intend to do once I actually...well, once I'm in the game.

[mnt_mike]

Are you kidding me?!
You're going to that game too?!

Cripes, there's NO way I'm getting out of this, am I?

[polyturtle]

Mike...

[mnt_mike]

Don?