Thread:ThePokegeek5000/@comment-44253866-20191114001236/@comment-36971458-20191114003706

Note: This is not the actual story; this is a possibility of what happens after the first battle royale

5:59 PM November 5th, 1973 Location:  Soviet Clubhouse, PARMA military island:

-After the smog cleared, A soviet soldier yelled, "Победитель, Победитель Куриный Ужин!" (Winner Winner Chicken Dinner!), the fellow survivr, now named Anthony(Энтони) by the soldiers, into a cargo plane, leaving behind the war-torn and blood-soaked battlegrounds of PARMA's secret military island.

8:00 PM November 5th, 1973 Location: Moscow, Russia:

They boarded off the plane into the cold, overcast and snowing city the soldiers called home. Anthony was flanked by 3 soldiers; one to his right and left and one behind him. Anthony was amazed to see these white flakes falling around him. What were they? He had never known since he has only known to live in a test tube at the hydra bunker on PARMA. A soldier next to him, noticing Anthony's look of amazement, tapped his shoulder, turned Anthony's head, and said,

"Это снег (This is snow.)" Anthony had no idea what they were saying, he was designed only to speak and understand Italian and English.

A soldier poked him with the end of an M416 pointing towards the doors of a massive yet so elegant building

"ПЕРЕЕХАТЬ!!(Move!!!)"

Anthony then lost his temper and screamed, "What the hell?! I can't even understand your goddamn tongue!! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING!!!!!!"

The soldier to his right mumbled, "Он говорит по-английски, но не понимает по-русски. К счастью, человек, с которым мы его берем, может говорить и понимать по-английски" (He speaks English but doesn't understand Russian. Luckily the person we are taking him to can speak and understand the English language).

They entered the doors slowly.

9:00 PM November 5th Location: Moscow, Russia:

They entered the building straight towards a single large room.

The head person of the Soviet military was a fear imposing man indeed, with a great height of almost 7ft and strong muscular arms and legs, He looked like he could crush anybody who would dare to fight him. Anthony shivered at the thought.

"So test subject, what brings you here?" Asked the head of the Soviet military.

"I have no idea... I woke up from a tube and fought for my life with weapons I barely knew how to use and barely made it out alive." Anthony said with anger rising in his voice ever so slowly.

The soldier next to him, wait... Maybe not even a soldier. Anthony looked closely and saw He had markings making him different from the others, he explained in Russian what was going on.

"Ah, so I see now. PARMA was trying to hide their experiment from us. You took back the island after our raid, with the other 99 test subjects but ended up killing each-other battle royale style."

"Wait, so there were 100 of us?!"

"Yes, you see, you were part of a genetics experiment from PARMA. This military group was created with many scientists to help develop the next generation soldier. One who would not easily die. One with great energy and speed. And exceptional skill and knowledge of weapons. They succeeded in their attempt to do this, but never got the chance to use you. We stopped them before it was too late But forgot to kill all of YOU off..." He trailed off, sneering. "PARMA and their bullshit. And now we have no idea what to do with you!!!!!

"PARMA did fuel you guys specifically with chicken. Their intended idea was to use this food item as a way to make you follow them with unwavering loyalty, your  kind's fatal flaw."

"But, I was astounded at your efforts to make it to the top, and as your reward..." He drum-rolled, "Your chicken dinner!"

Two white-clothed men came out holding a steaming platter of "Chicken" and set it before Anthony. He instantly felt alert and energized with an adrenaline-like feeling when he smelled it. "Wha-, What am I feeling?"

"That is what I meant when I said this was your weakness, enjoy. Oh, and call me Taras or sir, which-ever you prefer."

General Taras sat their patiently while Anthony was eating this. To Anthony's suprise, he ate the entire thing in 12 minutes,

"Not too bad" he thought.

Upon finishing, he was escorted to a room with a bed and told to sleep. Full and exhausted, he did so without protest.

11-7 AM: Anthony's dream

The red fog was closing in fast, he was running as hard as he could, two people were with him, their chosen names Sabrina and Cole. All of them were out of ammo, their MP5s only had 10 bullets left each. Cole had found a AWM-S but lost the ammo, so it was utterly useless. A sniper shot a bullet; BANG!!! We heard the soft impact of the bullet to Sabrina's flesh and Sabrina fell over, they could not afford the time to save her.

"HELP ME!!!!" "AUGHHHH!!!" she screamed painfully as the fog engulfed her, suffocating and melting away her flesh. It was horrifying, as all this happened with one last dying gasp for breath.

Anthony did all he could to stay sane from that horrifying image as he Picked up is Mk 12 SPR and shot the bullet through the sniper's unarmoured chest. He kept running, sobbing as he went........

Anthony woke up, screaming his head off, realizing he was still in bed. He noticed a suitcase in the corner and stacks of paper rectangles and an English  text pouch saying "Passport"

"What the HELL...."

"ANTHONY!!!" Taras's voice boomed. "We decided you are going to america to live out the rest of your years instead of killing you like we should. We gave you money to get food and a nice house and you will be going to a school to teach you how to live life as an adult.

"What's America?" Anthony asked with extreme confusion.

"Jesus  Christ...."

"OK, you can stop now!!!" Anthony interrupted.

"Alright lets get going then..."

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