Happy Cinquo de Mayo! (Mexican Independence Day) I am re-posting this fanfic which I wrote in November, when MTV promoted a voting competition among fan-bases (All Your Fanbaze Belong to Us! Ha-ha-ha!) They are at it again, proving that "Hunger Games" is not that far off!
"...Meanwhile, still in the cage, held in by more Iron Collar guards, the Idiots, they can’t help us now! The Idiots who nurtured us Killjoys, when we were young and helpless, they were the only ones who took us in, and yet, in this Tournament of Blood, we Killjoys may have to Exterminate the Idiots, just to survive! The Alien Queen speaks, “Shurrrender Noww”! That is all she says The soon-to-be Killjoy victims, shivering, the naked stripped and like skeletons against the remorseless glares of the Aliens multiple eyes. Is this really The End? ..."
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Today we were winning easily, I hope it stays that way!
As I predicted the Evil Overlord has pitted the winners of this Tournament of Blood, Idiots and Killjoys, against each-other. Has it really come to this? Tears fill our eyes as we face the Idiots in torchlight. Surrounded as we Killjoys are, by the desiccated exo-skeletons of Aliens who nearly were our doom in the previous round, Killjoys’ battle-scars, still bleeding heavily, we turn to our Fearless Lead3r, he brushes his wet black hair from his eyes.
The Fearless Leader of Killjoys, a strong silent man with a mysterious past, known only as “Geezy” approaches, BJ the Idiot’s Leader, “The time has come, old friend, to join forces and take the evil MTV Empire down!”
Indeed old friend, says BJ, “Where will all the Martyrs go when the Virus cures itself? And where will we all go when it’s Too Late?”
The MTV Overlord in the Crystal Box seat, turns to his wife, she slaps him. “I have seen the day when mere Recording Artists become more Powerful than the Overlord MTV himself! All because you are such a dweeb!
“Honey, can we talk about this?” he asks. She replies “No, you are my bitch!”
In the Arena, the Killjoys raise our Laser Guns, the Idiots raise their Hand Grenades, the MTV lackeys break ranks and run. But then...
To Be Continued.
