CARNIVAL CORPSE

[avibusraris]

That's right everyone, it's time for the Carnival Corpse! What does that mean? Well, gather around the holographic campfire of as we tell the tales of the Carnival Corpse. The event will go as follows!

All the inmates who are not deadmen will still be able to watch everything! We used to have it totally hush hush here in the prison, but hey- where's the fun in that? We have nothing to hide at all! And what'dya know, we actually get tons of sponsors for these sorts of shows from rich old men! Ha ha oh they're quite the riot. So! That means the ones who bid against these losers will be able to watch the show as well.

As for those participating? It's simple! Just attack the other one until they're dead or just knocked out- but hey we prefer the dead route, that's way more fun don't you think?

On with the show!

Comments

[decideformyself]

Instinctively, Philip jumped back and lifted his arms up to shield himself when the acid poured out onto Ankh. Whatever instinctive force had taken over to protect him shoved down the pang he felt in his chest for Ankh's situation. He couldn't afford to care.

With a whip-type Branch of Sin, he couldn't attack from too far away; but he could avoid getting too close. He dug his nails into his arm to draw more blood to add to the whip and darted around behind Ankh, striking blow after blow.

[birdinhand]

Ankh hadn't any control either. He couldn't even afford to look up. So he pushed the limits, surrounding himself in a wall of flame. He just needed a few seconds to let the rivulets run and do their damage before he could even think about getting up again.

Between the blood loss and the pain from the acid, his body shook. He was pretty much done for.

[decideformyself]

Philip shouted when that wall of flame surrounded Ankh. But he didn't let up. He lashed out, aiming his blows at Ankh's upper torso and head for a nice, quick K.O. If he burned himself in the process, he didn't even notice.

[birdinhand]

He took a few of those, but all at once the flames died when he lost consciousness. What acid had soaked into his clothes still burned away at them and his body, and where blood met the puddle of acid around him sizzled.

His chest moved in stutters, so he was alive. But barely.

[decideformyself]

For a few moments Philip kept whipping at him. In his frenzy, he either didn't notice or didn't care that his opponent was down.

But then he stopped.

His Branch of Sin gave out, the blood forming the whip dropping to the floor and pooling there. He took several stumbling steps backward as he came to his senses.

What had he done?