<|[ LET THE ELIMINATION CEREMONY BEGIN ]|>
{Objective: Kill All Other Participants}
{Start Time: Now.}
{Reward: Continued Life or Rebirth}
Raen's head suddenly exploded as a feeling of pain swept over him.
A scratchy voice phased in and out in his head:
"Yeah…- one isn't su-... fond of v-... Well ye-... Who knows man. Whatever. I'll just do it."
Raen stood up straight, his blood boiling.
He had no idea why he was so angry, but he couldn't suppress it.
His hand slipped into his pocket and retrieved a switchblade, and he started walking towards the other workers in the warehouse.
All of them started throwing punches at each other almost immediately, and one after another they fell, blood starting to pool on the floor.
Once Raen had walked all the way across the warehouse floor, there was only one man standing, a tall figure with stubble dotting his blood-covered face.
The t-shirt he wore barely contained the abomination that just slaughtered all of his co-workers.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing twink? You wanna die here too?" He chuckled to himself.
"Sure." Punctually, Raen's bloodlust-fueled smile filled the room.
The old bastard grimaced and threw a fearsome right hook towards Raen, who promptly jerked to the side to avoid it.
Raen's slippery figure darted towards a nearby table where a nail gun lay, still connected to the air hose.
He quickly swept it up with his left hand whilst the old man was still recovering from his overthrown punch and proceeded to plunge the tip of the gun into the back of the old man.
Luckily for Raen, there was no safety mechanism on these old tools.
*Cl-ACK Cl-ACK Cl-ACK*
Screams from the old man filled the warehouse as the sound of compressed air ejecting from the nail gun emptied.
In his left hand, the switchblade stayed hidden.
<|[Eliminations: 1, Survival of the Fittest Trait {1} Activated]|>
All of a sudden, the hair all over Raen's body began to prickle as he began to hear and see things, the dark warehouse suddenly felt brighter, and he was able to hear the blood dripping from the old man's dying corpse, which was supported slightly upright by the table he fell onto.
For just a moment, the bloodlust subsided, akin to the feeling of getting finished with a meal or a feeling of finally getting off your feet after a long day at work.
"What the fuck did I just do?" Raen muttered to himself, a tear quickly sprinting down the side of his face.
"W-what? Wh-Why d—"
The bloodlust returned, but this time it dominated his entire nervous system, sending goosebumps scattering across his body.
The feeling dominated his conscious and subconscious, but at the same time, he felt like the bloodlust became a compass.
The needle of this compass swung directly towards the office.
As he stalked slowly towards the office, he looked around for any weapons on the shelves that could be used in a quick manner, but all that laid around were large blunt objects, which are not exactly Raen's style.
Raen heard a scream emanate from the offices, although; the sound of an old man crying out for help was oddly cathartic in this state of mind.
"JOHN! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? STOP PLE—"
The sound of an old man choking on his own blood filled the area surrounding the offices.
Raen muttered to himself: "Old man, you are just making this too easy."
Raen heard the door handle of the office start to turn, and so he ducked behind one of the nearby shelves to see what was going to come out of the door.
As he did so, however, something grabbed his attention on the shelf in front of him.
A table saw blade, covered in dust, was laying flat on the 2nd lowest shelf on the shelving.
The sharp teeth of the blade were hardly dulled, and ready to cut.
As Raen saw this, the largely obese man named John waddled out of the office.
As if a connect the dots puzzle was playing out in Raen's head, a terrifying smile crept across his face.
Raen stealthily grabbed the sawblade and started quietly making a makeshift device.
John was covered in splats of blood all the way up and down his body, with a metal bat in his hand also decorated in the same fashion.
"Yon! I know you are the last one left over here! You were the strongest motherfucker in this whole warehouse, so get your ass over here so I can kill you!"
Raen remembered that guy he shot in the back's name was Yon, though that is not super important now.
Raen let a small chuckle out from behind the shelves as he thought of this, which alerted John to (someone's) presence.
"Who the fuck killed Yon? Come out you slimy bitch. How did you even kill him?" John's voice quaked with a semblance of confusion and anger.
"How about you come find me you greasy slag heap?" Raen laughed back.
John turned towards the shelving and started to walk towards it.
As John peeked around the corner he saw Raen sitting on the dirty ground, blood painting his hands and legs.
Raen saw with his legs in front of him, and his elbows sitting on top of his knees, causing him to slouch forward.
John smiled wickedly as he took a step forward. "Are you that cocky? That you think you can beat me with your bare hands? I'll have you know you don't stand a chance you fucking fa—"
John stopped talking as his foot hit a small wire.
Raen's bloodthirsty smile was the last thing John ever saw as a sawblade flew up from the first shelf, lodging itself into the left side of his skull, causing John's body to splatter blood all across the isle and topple into the shelf to his right.
<|[Eliminations: 2, All Conditions Met, Moving Player(s) to Gamemaster Room]|>