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Re: Twisted Metal: End of Days
Reply #15 - 02/19/12 at 22:24:48
 
Thank you mods for cleaning up that nonsense. Very much appreciated  Wink


Roadkill steadily makes his trek along what used to be known as Interstate 10. Large chunks of concrete have fallen to the ground below, causing gaps in the overpasses. The blown Pontiac 400 under the hood of his '69 GTO Judge make quick work of the gaps, though, only slightly slowing him down. In the distance, he sees his brother taking an off-ramp into the city below.

CALYPSO (looking at viewer)
: Oh, this should be gooooood.


Marcus plants the gas pedal, putting the 495 horsepower on-tap to the pavement. He quickly closes in on his older brother, and sends some shells his way to say hi.

NEEDLES
: I see you, little brother. Let's hope I can teach you a thing or two.


Too busy looking in his rear view mirror, Needles fails to notice the jacked-up Jeep Wrangler headed directly for him at the next cross-section. As Sweet Tooth rolls through, he is t-boned by the mammoth Jeep. Marcus slams his brakes, skidding to a stop. He has a look of sheer shock on his facing, having just witnessed the horrific accident, and immediately realizing that had it been him in front, he'd be as flat as a pancake.

CHIEF (shouting to Marcus)
: THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND THE CLOWN, BOY. YOU WOULD BE WISE TO LEAVE!


Cutting the wheel, Marcus slowly turns into a nearby alleyway and makes his way to the other side. Unfortunately for him, he is met by White Knight.

CAGE
: Now, is that anyway to treat family?


MARCUS
: My brother died when that sadistic sack of shit back there was born. I owe him nothing.


CAGE
: Oh... well that's good to know.

Cage opens up his flamethrower, covering the front of Roadkill in fire. Marcus takes off, the front of his car now charred and black. Cage follows in behind, keeping the fire going while unloading his chainguns. Marcus does the best he can to defend, dropping some grenades from his side window. The ensuing explosions are enough to slow down the White Knight and give Roadkill some breathing room. He drifts around the first corner he sees and presses on, only to run smack into the middle of Sweet Tooth and Hammerhead exchanging blows.

Kabal slowly rolls through downtown Baton Rouge. Using the flashing lights atop his ambulance as bait, his eyes quickly dart from side to side, looking for any signs of an enemy; his Oxygen Bombs ready to deploy. However, Doc Rukus sits in alleyway up ahead, ready to pounce; his Shockwave EMP ready to go. Kabal's breathing gets louder and heavier as his anticipation grows. Suddenly, Rukus springs from his hiding spot and mashes the big red button on his center console, activating his special. The overpowered stereo system in the back of Chavez's car emits a nasty shockwave, sending Freekshow skidding back. The built-in EMP temporarily kills the power to the ambulance, leaving Kabal as a sitting duck. He desperately tries to restart his engine, but to no avail. His breathing getting more and more hectic. Rukus finally recovers from his own blast, and starts putting bullets into Freekshow. The shell casings start to pile up around the old lowrider. Chavez starts laughing and cheering maniacally as his bullets rip into Kabal's car, when the WARNING light on his dash comes on, signifying that his machine guns are overheated. The spray comes to a halt. Without skipping a beat, he reaches down and pushes two yellow lights next to his gear shifter, each one launching a frag missile.

Kabal gets his rig started, and throws it into reverse. One missile dips low and crashes into the ground, but the other one finds it's mark on the broadside of Freekshow, sending the old ambulance onto two wheels. Kabal expertly brings it back down on all four rubbers and proceeds to retreat in the opposite direction. Doc Rukus gives chase, firing off a power missile. Freekshow swerves at the last second, narrowly escaping the deadly missile as it hits the front of an old, brick building. Debris is sent flying into the street. Amidst the bouncing and skiddng around, the two back doors of Freekshow swing open, revealing it's secret weapon: four oxygen tanks strapped with C4, and rigged up to a homemade launcher.

CHAVEZ
: What in the hell is that shit?


Kabal pulls on a rope that runs to the rig. It fires off the tanks, making a beeline for Rukus. Chavez slams the brakes, but it's no use. The tanks fall just short of a direct hit, but the impact is enough to send his car airborne. The Buick collides with a wall mid-air, and crash lands on it's side. Freekshow skids to a halt, and Kabal gets out to assess the situation. He looks up to the sky as black clouds, thunder, lightning, and strong winds start to roll in. Rain slowly starts to fall.

CALYPSO
: The moment we've all been waiting for. The hurricane is coming ashore now.


Not seeing any movement, Kabal drives back to confirm his kill. He pulls along side Ruckus, and peers through the windshield. Chavez lies still. As he turns to leave, a bright red light comes on inside the car, catching his eye. Kabal turns back to see what it is grabbing his attention, and finds himself in deep shit. Chavez, playing dead, quickly slams his hand down on the red light, sending out another Shockwave EMP. With his ambulance parked right next to the source of the shockwave, Freekshow is knocked back with the force of a wrecking ball, straight through a concrete wall. However, Doc Rukus is also a victim, the shockwave sending him barrel rolling down the street. He crashlands through the storefront of a local bakery. The rain starts to come down harder.

Kabal slowly starts to pull himself from his wreck of a vehicle. With the ambulance of it's side, he crawls out through what used to be the windshield, but collapses on the ground outside. Gasoline steady streaming from the cracked fuel tank, into the street. Chavez is also fighting to get out of his destroyed car. Pulling himself out from underneath the wreckage that is Doc Rukus, he stumbles back out into the street. Dizzy and incoherent, he doesn't hear the sound of his death coming down on him. Tinman is coming in hot, with Grimm right on his ass. Even through the cold rain, Tinman catches Chavez on his thermal scanner and makes a line right for him. The speedometer in the Camaro approaches triple digits. Chavez turns around, just in time to watch the Tinman mow him down. Blood and guts splatter all over the flat black Z28, sending excess body goo onto Grimm.

GRIMM
: WHAT THE FUCK?!


Sensing another weak, dying soul nearby, Grimm locks up the brakes and skids to a stop. Tinman quickly disappears into the distance.

GRIMM (sniffing)
: Is that gas I smell?

He laughs to himself, and looks to the left. There lies the mangled mess formerly known as Freekshow, with Kabal laying next to it. With the air lines to his respirator severed, he's gasping for air, unable to move.

GRIMM
: Here, lemme help you with that.


With a smile on his skull face, Grimm strikes his scythe on the ground, sending a spark toward the stream of gasoline coming from the ambulance. The gas ignites, and starts making it's way back to the source. Grimm takes off laughing, as the flame trail reaches Kabal's last Oxygen Bomb and detonates, obliterating everything in a one block radius. Kabal and his vehicle are buried in the rubble.
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Re: Twisted Metal: End of Days
Reply #16 - 02/21/12 at 00:14:02
 
The black clouds roll in quickly, as the hurricane begins to breach the shoreline. The showering rains and heavy cloud cover produce an artificial night over the town. From high above in Warhawk, the only visible lighting comes from the fires created from battle, and the headlights from the contestants roaming around the city.

CALYPSO
(pointing towards to storm): Here comes our plot twist. This should get quite interesting.


With Mr. Slam incapacitated, the claw holding Brimstone releases it's pressure, letting the old car go. Preacher, dazed and hardly conscious, turns the key. Nothing. After several minutes of violently thrashing the interior of the car and cranking the ignition over, the car finally fires up. It's immediately obvious that Brimstone is on it's last leg, as he slowly rolls on. Checking his inventory, Preacher finds himself at a great disadvantage: one bandolier of chaingun rounds, two homers, two frags and one Sacrificial Lamb. He sets off, in search of a worthy arsenal.

PREACHER
: Lord, protect my soul and lead me to salvation! Subdue those that would bring me harm! Free me of this evil!


His prayers are soon answered, but not in the way that he was looking for. Up ahead in the distance, Medusa and Darkside are engaging in their own twisted version of David and Goliath. Ash lays on the bullets, while Lisa Kim uses her racing background to twist in and out of danger.

LISA
: Let's see if you can take it as good as you give it.

She fires off a rear-aimed frag missile, making a direct hit into the nose of the black rig but to no avail. She fires another, still not even scratching the surface. The pink lowrider chained to the front of Darkside is serving it's purpose well as extra shielding.

ASH
: Is that all you got, bitch? HA!

She fires two more missiles, both resulting in the same.

LISA
: Oh my God, I can't do this alone.


Up ahead, Preacher finds himself in a no-win situation. Brimstone has stalled in the middle of the road, and refuses to fire back up.

PREACHER
: LORD! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME?!

With no choice left but to put up a good fight until the inevidable strikes, Preacher gets on his machine guns and missiles, unloading in the direction of the combatants headed his way. Lisa Kim turns her eyes from the rear view mirror, and is met with gunfire and two frag missiles. Cutting the wheel of her Pontiac Sunfire, the track-built suspension does it's job of keeping her safe as she scrubs off the frags. Both find a new mark on the front end of Darkside, his makeshift shielding starting to show signs of it's end. Preacher fires off his last two homing missiles and Sacrificial Lamb. Medusa is ready again, turning the wheel and planting the gas pedal to the floor. The 330-horsepower supercharged Ecotec pulls her out of the path of the first homer, sending it straight into Darkside. One of the chains securing the old Thumper to the nose of the rig snaps, dragging the car along the road in front of him. However, the second missile finds it's place on the black sports car's passenger side armored paneling, severly damaging it. As Medusa skids to a stop, the screams of the
Sacrificial Lamb are heard as it sails over the top of her car, and crashlanding on the hood of Darkside.

PREACHER
: Bullseye, demon!

In his final breath, the human sacrifice screams out, "REPENT!", as he is blown to bits. It's a substantial hit to Darkside, as his windshied is blown out and the last chain holding the pink lowrider up is broken. It's sucked under the wheels of the behemoth, being destroyed for the last time.

ASH
: Man of the Cloth... you WILL pay for that one with your life.


The two black vehicles close in on Brimstone. Preacher pulls out of his Magnum revolver, and puts it to his temple.

PREACHER
: Lord, forgive me for this sin, for I shall see you in Hell.


He closes his eyes and pulls the trigger. The hammer clicks, but nothing. He pulls it a couple more times, but the result is the same. He opens the chamber to reveal six bullets, loaded and ready to go.

PREACHER
: WHAT IS THIS MADNESS?!

He aims the gun at his forehead and pulls the trigger again, and again, nothing. He aims it at the dash of his car and pulls the trigger. It fires as it should, punching a large hole into the radio. He fires another round into the gauge cluster. He returns the gun to his head and pulls the trigger, but nothing once more. He empties the gun through the roof of the car and throws the empty revolver out through the driver's side window. Rain begins to pour into the car via the new bulletholes.

As Medusa decends on him, Preacher dives to the floorboard and covers his head. The sound of Lisa Kim's Sunfire roars by, but no gunfire accompanies it. Through confusion and sheer morbid curiosity, Preacher pokes his head up and peers around. His eyes find her, sitting in the street behind him, still. After what feels like an eternity, Medusa takes off quickly and disappears into the distance. Breathing a sigh of relief, Preacher turns around to find a full-speed Darkside barreling into him. The wreck is earth-shattering, leaving nothing behind but a pile of crumpled, rusted steel and a giant splatter of blood. Darkside doesn't even hit his brakes.

As Medusa pushes on ahead, the high winds start to push her car around the road. It takes every ounce of strength and reflex in her body to keep the black compact in one piece, weaving around the rolled cars and other debris caused by the storm. Darkside, on the other hand, plows through everything like a battering ram. It isn't long before he's back on Medusa's rear bumper, keeping the pressure on hot.

ASH
: Miss me, bitch?

Lisa Kim peers into her rear view mirror, noticing that Thumper is no longer guarding the grille of Darkside.

LISA
: I see your little pink friend didn't survive the fight with the holy roller.


She rips the e-brake up, spinning her car around 180 degrees. Without skipping a beat, she drops the transmission into reverse and keeps driving, opening up the gatling guns and firing a few missiles. Darkside takes a
thrashing this time, warning lights going off in the cab. Ash returns his own fire, miniguns and frag missiles sounding off. Lisa Kim expertly dips and dodges everything thrown her way, only taking the occasional bullet. She returns with her only power missile, blasting the black semi in the radiator grille. He quickly falls back, as Lisa spins car back around again and continues on her path. It isn't long before she finds the barely-living Mr. Slam and Simon Whittlebone.

LISA
: You have got to be kidding me...

SIMON
: Make sure the prey is dead before you leave it behind, you stupid cunt....


Simon shoots off the last of his arsenal, consisting of a few frag missiles and a homer. Once again, Lisa dodges the attempts and pushes on.

LISA
: I'm not even going to waste any more time on you, you fat fuck.


Lisa launches a nitrogen tank, connecting with a bullseye. The motor of the front loader immediately dies out, and the shell of the vehicle begins to ice over. As Lisa Kim rushes in to finish the job, she sees a small orange glow in the distance. It's Grimm, rolling in full steam with a Flaming Scythe ready to go. Lisa slams her brakes and skids to a stop, watching intently as he throws his weapon expertly. It makes perfect contact with his target. The brittle metal easily comes apart as the hellacious explosion sends pieces of the front loader everywhere. Grimms skids to a stop across the intersection from Medusa. He pulls a Scythe from his leather jacket, the metal slowly turning bright red. Medusa is already primed with a nitrogen tank.

GRIMM
: Looks like it's just you and me out here now, sweetheart. Don't worry, though. I'll be gentle.

LISA
: Who ever said I like it gentle?

GRIMM
: HA! I like you.. it's just too bad, that, well... you know.


LISA
: Yeah, it IS too bad.
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Re: Twisted Metal: End of Days
Reply #17 - 02/21/12 at 17:56:56
 
Just then, Grimm is sent flying as a frag missile strikes him from behind. Tinman is coming in hot, gatling guns blazing and missiles screaming ahead. His car slides around the streets, being pushed back and forth by the 190 mph winds and gusts of rain. Lightning streaks across the sky, momentarily lighting up the battlefield as if it was a cloudless day. Grimm and his bike lay sprawled against a brick wall, silent. Medusa turns to Tinman and charges ahead, both trading bullets and missile attempts. They zip passed each other, then spin around and line up to joust again. As they take off, Tinman fires his Optic Laser. Medusa slides out of it's trajectory and fires a power missile in retaliation. It connects hard, destroying much of Tinman's armor and sending the Optic Laser awry, slicing into some of the buildings along the road. Warning lights and buzzers begin to sound off inside the Camaro. Tinman's power supply begins to drop. Medusa smells blood and moves in for the kill, machine guns firing. Out of nowhere, she is t-boned by Darkside, coming in from a small side street. He slams her into a brick wall, crushing the small car instantly. He savors his kill for a moment before back away, leaving the black Sunfire smashed half-way through the old brick structure. Blood steadily runs out from the cracks and crevices.

The destroyed wall begins to rock back and forth in the wind, it's structural integrity compromised from the crash and Tinman's laser. As Darkside begins to pull away, Tinman fires a pack of Cluster missiles toward the black behemoth. All find their mark, dealing massive damage to the rig. Tinman begins his assault on Darkside, firing frags and homers as he accelerates toward his target. But he is cut short as Grimm silently swoops in from behind
and EMPs the Camaro. He slowly rolls to a stop next to Medusa's carcass, and next to the heavily damaged wall. Tinman desperately tries to get his car restarted, but with no luck.

GRIMM
: Let's see if robots have souls, too.

Grimm throws a cooked Scythe at the wall, taking out what's left of it's structural support. The entire front half of the building comes down on top of Tinman, crushing his car and burying it in the rubble along side Medusa.

GRIMM
: Hmm, I guess not.

As the dust begins to settle, Darkside is seen escaping the scene with what little defense he has left.

GRIMM
: Oh hell no, Ash. I promised Him I'd bring you back with me.


Grimm tears off after Darkside, skidding around all of the debris caused by the storm. Missiles and bullets are thrown off of their paths as the Cat5 hurricane is now on top of them. Grimm finds it difficult to hang onto his handlebars as the vortex threatens to rip him up from the ground. Darkside blazes through the middle of the town square, destroying a large fountain in the middle. Water sprays into the air and is slung into a mist with the winds and rain. Grimm tears through after him, ramping off of a crushed car. He sails through the air, Flaming Scythe in hand. He throws it hard, cutting through the gusts. Grimm lands a bullseye as Darkside rear-fires his last defense, an EMP. The explosion is catastrophic, as Darkside erupts in a blaze of napalm-fueled hellfire.

Grimm is hit with the EMP, bringing him to the ground with a halt. The engine refuse to fire back up as the hurricane descends on him.

GRIMM
: YEAH! TAKE ME HOME, BABY!

Grimm is quickly sucked up into the funnel cloud, bike and all. His maniacal laugh still heard as his body is spun around in the vortex. A small eruption is seen as his motorcycle explodes.

CALYPSO
: We're down to the final four. This promises to be intense!


Roadkill, Sweet Tooth, Warthog, and Iron Sky make their way down Main Street, trading bullets and missiles. All four vehicles have battered each other to oblivion over the last few hours, and their vehicles are showing it. Loose body panels flap in the wind. Warthog falls to the back of the pack. Roadkill takes notice and immediately sends a frag missile rearward. Warthog takes the hit and pushes on, shattered glass littering the asphalt as the contestants
push on. Iron Sky and Sweet Tooth sideswipe each other repeatedly, firing 9mm sidearms at each pass. Roadkill releases a couple of homers, each one hitting a different target.  

IRON SKY
: Stay out of this fight, boy. You are not my enemy!


Iron Sky drops a patch of oil behind him. Roadkill hits it, instantly losing control of his car. As he struggles with the throttle and steering wheel, Warthog rushes in, making up lost ground. Roadkill continues to spin around, losing momentum. Warthog attempts to crush him beneath his treads, but the junk GTO skids out of the way, only taking slight damage to his rear quarter panel. The tank hybrid pushes on after his other two adversaries. Sweet Tooth hits his brakes and drops in behind Hammerhead. The ice cream truck starts pelting the rear end of the Jeep with bullets and Napalm Cones. Iron Sky replies with a couple of rear-fired frags and a power missile. The hit sends Sweet Tooth into a wheelie, slowing him down and allowing Warthog to close the gap. He opens up his Flamethrower, cooking the back of the ice cream truck.

CAGE
: I got you this time, motherfucker! HA!

Roadkill quickly catches up to the pack with his blown 400 big block Pontiac GTO. Flames spit out from the exhaust tips with every gear change.

MARCUS
: No one kills my brother but me!

Roadkill closes in on the rear of Warthog. Cage is too busy to notice the company to his rear. Marcus spins the barrel of his Schrapnel Cannon to face the front, and fires. Large pieces of junk and jagged steel fire from the cannon with a sonic boom. The schrapnel quickly cripples the wagon portion of Warthog, ripping most of the roof off and exposing the driver compartment. The Flamethrower promptly cuts out.

CAGE
: Great! Now my hair is going to get all wet!!

Cage pulls out an Uzi and reaches over his back seat, spraying bullets through the gaping hole in the rear of his car. The bullets bounce off of Roadkill's extra thick armor plating.

MARCUS
: Is that all you got?!


Marcus runs his car up onto the sidewalk, and along the passenger side of Warthog. He drops his steel plate window down and aims his pistol-grip shotgun at the passenger door of the wagon. He fires a shell of 12 gauge buckshot into the side of the car. Cage is heard screaming incoherently from inside. Marcus pumps it and fires again, this time blowing a sizeable hole through the door. Peeking inside, Cage is seen holding his side, blood steadily pouring from his rib area.

CAGE
: If I can't take your faggot brother with me, I guess you'll have to do!


Cage rips the steering wheel to the right, running his tank treads over the driver's side corner of Roadkill, crushing his fender and headlight. He slams his brakes and lets Warthog get ahead, while setting up his cannon for another shot. Cage zero-turns his tank around and faces Roadkill head-on. He immediately begins his final assault, emptying his gatling guns and firing up the Flamethrower for the final time. Marcus slams his car into reverse and takes off, weaving left and right to ward off the bullets. However, the Flamethrower can't be dodged so easily. The heat quickly starts to crack the glass behind the steel plating on the windshield. Marcus shoots off a couple of homing missiles,
but they do little to shake the tank.
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Re: Twisted Metal: End of Days
Reply #18 - 02/21/12 at 20:16:52
 
CAGE
: BURN, MOTHERFUCKER! BURN!

The windshield finally shatters from the heat, sending tempered glass all over the dash and lap of Marcus. He gives the rope to the Schrapnel Cannon a good, hard tug. Another sonic boom shakes the ground beneath the GTO as more junk steel is fired ahead. Quickly, the flames cease and Warthog makes a sudden 90 degree turn, crashing into a storefront. Marcus brings Roadkill to a stop and surveys the scene. Warthog, now with most of the wagon on top destroyed, sits motionless. Marcus moves his shotgun to his lap. He watches Hammerhead and Sweet Tooth move farther into the distance, then steps out from his car. Shotgun drawn and ready, he slowly approaches Warthog. The wind and rain batters him as me makes his way across the street. Lightning cracks and thunder booms all around him. He finally reaches the tank and rips open the driver's door, shotgun trained on the occupant. Cage's dead
body slumps over, still in his military restraints. A large piece of rebar sticking from the front of his skull, slightly exiting the rear. The blood quickly pumps out from either end.

MARCUS (laughing to himself)
: Holy shit! What a fucking shot!


Marcus looks over the rear end of the tank to see Iron Sky and Sweet Tooth coming back. He sprints back to his car, straps himself in, and takes off. Hammerhead is steadily taking bullets while rear-firing his own machine guns. Roadkill gets on his own guns, peppering the front of Hammerhead.

IRON SKY
: I told you, this is not YOUR FIGHT!
Iron Sky turns a crank mounted where his passenger seat would be. It begins to tighten a rope leading to an oversized crossbow set up in the back of his Jeep. A defining click is heard, locking the crank in place, readying the oversized arrow for fire.

NEEDLES
: What the fu... nope, I'm not even getting involved in that.


Needles hits the brakes, letting Iron Sky proceed on ahead. He rests his arms and head on the steering wheel, watching the fight about to take place. As Hammerhead and Roadkill close in on each other, Iron Sky pounds his fist down onto a lever next to the crank handle. The lever releases the lock on the crossbow, firing the arrow directly at Roadkill.

MARCUS
: WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?!?


Marcus slams his brakes and cuts the wheel, sending his car into a sideways skid. The arrow strikes the already-weakened rear quarter panel, ripping straight through it like butter. The impact sends Roadkill tumbling backwards in a barrel roll. Iron Sky proceeds ahead, backing up the arrow with gunfire. As he closes in for the kill, Roadkill's Schrapnel Cannon randomly discharges, sending scrap metal into the path of Hammerhead. It takes out the massive tires underneath the Jeep, sending the lifted machine into an end-over-end roll of his own. Iron Sky is tossed from his vehicle, landing in the street with a sickening thud. He lies still in the road, his blood flowing with the heavy downpour into the city's drainage system. Hammerhead crashlands on top of Roadkill, sandwiching it between the truck and the concrete.

NEEDLES
: Wow, two birds with one stone and I didn't have to do shit. Where's the challenge in that?


Needles slowly rolls towards the mayhem he just witnessed, stopping next to the heap of metal consisting of Hammerhead and Roadkill. No movement is seen. He continues on to where Iron Sky is laying, showing minimal signs of life.

NEEDLES
: I guess I can get a kill in here afterall.

Needles stops the truck next to the dying indian chief, and pokes his head out through the window.

NEEDLES
: HEY! YOU DEAD YET OR WHAT?


IRON SKY (breathing heavily)
:
You killed my entire tribe.. my wife and my baby daughter.. and you've been allowed to live these last three years without consequence. You must pay for what you've done.


NEEDLES
: Well, if it's any consolation there, chief.. you're about to be joining them.


Needles backs his truck up, and pulls forward again, stopping just as the treads of his tires touch Iron Sky's head.

NEEDLES (shouting out though the window)
: If you need to make your peace with God, I suggest you do it now!


As the chief begins to pray, Needles stomps the gas, crushing Iron Sky's head like a grape.

NEEDLES
:HA! I hope he had enough time!


Needles takes off, heading towards to outskirts of town.

CALYPSO
: Now just where in the hell does that clown think he's going?


Two military Humvees swing in to intercept Sweet Tooth, but he fires a flurry of Napalm Cones at them. They are quickly dispatched of.

CALYPSO (on the radio)
: Mason, cut the power now! The contest is over!


Immediately, Sweet Tooth's engine cuts off and the battery power goes dead. The ice cream truck slowly rolls to a stop just outside of town. Mason's Humvee quickly pulls up, followed by a prisoner transport vehicle. Armed marines pour out of the back. Warhawk makes a speedy landing as well, just off of the roadside. Calypso hops out and makes his way towards Mason. The armed guards pull Needles from his truck, quickly locking him down in shackles.

(View following Calypso; winds and rain whip about.)

MASON
: You know, Calypso, you picked a shitty spot to host the contest this year.


CALYPSO
: I had my reasons, Mason. It's proven to be one hell of a show this time.


MASON
: So.. Needles won. Did Cage survive to be brought back in, or is he K.I.A.?


NEEDLES (shouting over the wind)
: He's deader than your limp fucking dick, asshole! HA!


CALYPSO
: The clown is correct, in a manner of speaking.


MASON
: One down, one to go then. I'll see you next year, Calypso. Keep your nose clean.


CALYPSO
: I'll try to do that. What about his wish for winning my contest?


Mason stops in his tracks.

NEEDLES
: Yeah?! What about my wish?! Don't fucking rip me off again, Scarface.


MASON (looking at Needles)
:
Don't you think me not blowing your retarded fucking head off is prize enough?


Needles spits in Mason's face and laughs.

NEEDLES
: You don't have the balls to do it, you peckerless faggot! You're a pussy, just like that feeble old fuck grandfather of yours. At least I got the joy of killing HIM, while you hide behind irons and a pack of soldiers.


Mason pulls out his government-issued .45 and shoots Needles point blank in the forehead. Blood, brains, and skull fragments spray out in to the wind, scattering across the sands.

MASON (to the armed guards holding Needles' dead body)
: Leave him there. The vultures will get it tomorrow.

The guards drop Needles' lifeless body into the dirt, and walk away. Calypso, in awe, walks over to the corpse.

CALYPSO
: You survive Twisted Metal for almost two decades, and you're brought down by a sargeant with a grudge. I simply don't believe this...


As Mason's convoy heads into the wastelands surrounding Baton Rouge, Calypso's Escalade pulls up.

(View follows Calypso into the back seats.)

The drive home is silent until Calypso's cell phone rings.

CALYPSO (looking at his phone, then at viewer)
: It's General Mason...


Calypso hesitantly answers, and sets it to speaker phone.

CALYPSO
: Yes, Mason. How can I help you?

MASON
: Curious... what WAS the wish Needles was talking about?


CALYPSO
: Hold on, let me look at his paperwork for this year..


(View showing Calypso flipping through Needles' dossier file.)

CALYPSO
: Needles' wish was......

Calypso falls silent, only muttering under his breath.

MASON
: Well? What was it?

CALYPSO
: .... to die.

After a few seconds of silence, a click is heard as Mason hangs up the phone.

(View is a slow acension from the front of Calypso's Escalade towards the sky, looking back towards Baton Rouge as the hurricane finishes leveling the city in it's wake.)

Well that's it, guys. Lemme know what you think.
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