_"Well this seems familiar," mrxak remarked, stepping onto the still-warm evening sand. "Where are the hot dogs, Speedy?"
"They are inside the cooler," Speedy the Turtle says.
"Thanks Speedy," mrxak says. "Hey, what's the vote at right now?"
"Kills them, kills them all," Freud says.
"I wasn't talking to you, Sigmund," mrxak says.
"Kill jrsh92," Mr. Fishie says.
"Darn you, Mr. Fishie, I'm not listening to you."
"The delegates voted for Shlimazel," Mr. Doggy says.
"Good, good. EKHawkman! Come here and execute Shlimazel!" mrxak shouts.
EKHawkman pops up out of the sand and stabs Shlimazel in the back with a crysknife, then promptly runs away across the beach. The other delegates look at each other confusedly, then go over to the picnic table with the food and drinks on it. mrxak fires up the grill and begins making hot dogs.
"So, Mister Xavier," the man says. "The bioweapon begins with a simple mild fever and a slight cough, but it is highly contagious for 48 hours."
"And then?" mrxak asks.
"Then, the initial infectees will begin to experience more severe symptoms. Bleeding occurs from the mouth, nose, eyes, and anus. This blood is highly contagious as well, but not airborne like the cough," the man says. "Death occurs less than 36 hours after phase two. Within 24 hours after that, the bioweapon degrades and is completely harmless."
"How soon before we can begin?" mrxak asks.
"In a few days. Your men collected the cultures this morning." the man asks.
"Yes. Have to get them to destroy as many cities as possible while the bioweapon is incubating. The bioweapon is just to finish off the rest," mrxak says, standing up. "I've got to get back. As I promised, your area won't be targeted by any nukes. And you've got the antidote. In the new Michael Xavier empire, you will be permitted to live out your days in peace here."
"Thank you, Mr. Xavier," the man says, standing up and offering mrxak his hand.
"Thank you, Doctor-" mrxak stabs himself in the arm with the mustard bottle. "No... no..."
"Are you alright?" orcaloverbri9 asks mrxak, a look of concern on his face. "You just got mustard all over your arm dude."
"Oh," mrxak laughs. "That's how I like it. Come, Mr. Fishie, let's go for a swim."
"But you'll get a cramp!" SoItBegins yells.
"Fine, fine, let's just play beach volleyball. But I see we've got too many players. If only..." mrxak trails off, and suddenly a landmine goes off on the beach. A foot goes flying through the air. The foot is jrsh92's. "Excellent! 4 players. Guards, please clear the rest of jrsh92 off the beach. Don't worry, Mr. Fishie tells me that was the only landmine on the beach."
"Doesn't he tell only lies?" Templar98921 asks.
"While we play," mrxak says, ignoring Templar98921. "We should vote on who to kill next. Ooh pretty!"
The remaining three delegates look up into the sky, and see what mrxak does, the trail of missiles arcing through the sky. jrsh92, it seems, was not the last of his people to die today._
"We were so close. No name, but we can run that visual record."
"Did we- did we do it?"
"We'll keep pushing him, until the very end."
"The balloon animals, they're talking to him. And what was Freud doing there?"
"Maybe a defensive mechanism, maybe brain damage, could be delirium from the pain."
"Was that- What was that? Was that a gunshot?"
"Some kind of explosion. I think they've breached the floor."
A new round begins now, and lasts 48 hours. There's just three of you left:
orcaloverbri9
SoItBegins
Templar98921
Good luck!
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