Project: ESCAPE

[repobanjo]

In an unlikley spontaneus decision, Donkey Kong and I temed up to make a fic named "Project: ESCAPE". The results may vary from person to person.

NOTE: Everyone gets names such as “the man” until you find their real names.

Chapter 1:

The scent of acrid black smoke woke up one unconscious man. He was expecting to see the pleasant sites of his bedroom, but instead saw what appeared to be a burning beach. Looking around, he noticed several people still knocked unconscious from their trip to this forgotten place. Only one man was already up. He seemed to be wearing ragged clothes, and “the man” felt very uncomfortable about him. Still, he was the only one up, and it was better to talk to a stranger then nobody.

“Hey” said the man, “What’s going on? How did we get here?”

“No time to explain!” yelled the ragged one. “We have a bad situation! It’s going to rain FIRE in just a little bit, and all these people are unconscious! They’ll die if we don’t help them!”

Puzzled, the man said, “Fire? How do know?”

“It smells like smoke now, right?

“Right”

“You don’t see smoke, right?”

“Right”

“Well, it’s all up there!”

The ragged one was pointing to the sky, and sure enough, the clouds were smoking. This was enough to convince the man, and he helped to push all of the people into safety. It was too late, though, as fire started to hail from the sky. Not slowly, but large fireballs going as fast as rain. It was now a matter of skill to save everyone.

“How are we going to save any of them?” said the man.

The ragged one thought, and then exclaimed, “I made a rope net while you were all asleep!”
“YOU WHAT?” screamed the man. “How did you make a net when we were sleeping? How long have you been here?

“You think I kept track of the hours, boy?”

The Man shrugged this off and just decided to throw the net. “You sure this is big enough to catch all of them? The man still wasn’t sure about the ragged one. “No,” he camly said. It’ll take a couple of tries. Some might die, and some might live. Just try to get them all!

The netting was harder then it seemed, and the man managed to only get one. The ragged one, on the other hand, seemed to have been practicing back home, as he got 2 or 3 every time the tossed it. The man was impressed, and embarrassed. He made it look so easy. He’ll have to learn from him someday.


It was soon evening. Everyone was awake, but not at all lively. No one seemed to know each other, as no one tried to start a conversation. The man always hated silence, and decided to ask people if they knew how they got here. As he expected, no one knew.

“This silence can not go on forever,” the man said. “We are all alone, 9 of us on a place we have no clue how we reached, possibly thousands of miles from civilization. Why us? We need to find out soon!”

“Shut up, kid, and sit down,” exclaimed one of the people angrily. He seemed to be ill-tempered, as he had quite a volatile expression on his face. Since he was physically superior to the man, he decided not to quip back and just sit down. The tall man stood up.

“You don’t have to state the obvious. Now, what we need to do is find out exactly where we are,” explained the angered man.

“But,” started the man, “that’s what I was say--…” Before he could finish his statement, the angered man had already drawn a switch-blade from his front pocket and had positioned it right up against the other man’s throat.


“Violence will get us nowhere!” said the ragged one. “Spare him. He saved your life out there.” Grumbling, the tall one sat down, menacingly sharpening his blade. “I guess it’s my turn to speak now.” The ragged one said. “We must work as a team to survive on this place. Dividing and Conquering will suffer consequences. Now, how about we open the floor to each of you for suggestions.” The rugged man pointed to the man to start. “Hi, my name is Donkey Kong. I already explained my idea, as it is to find out where on the map we are. Survival is necessary, of course. That’s all, really. No point in searching this place. You, next to me, what do you say?”

The man that stood up also had ragged clothes, and wore a strange headband. “Hey, my name is repobanjo. I say we explore the island. There may be people, radios, anything to get us home. A rescue plane might come, but we must find supplies! We have nothing!”

The violent man from before stood up, his eyes looking for another victim. “My name’s Platnium Jinjo. We need to do what the “ass” said. Find out where we are. We’ll know the closest place to go if we escape. Much better then that freak’s idea of searching the island. We might even find anything! Thought of that?”

The fact that this man is wearing a fine suit caught the eyes of everyone (‘cept Platnium, he just wanted to punch him in the face). “I’m Patch. Mr. Patch. My idea is to just survive off of what’s near us. I’ve done that several times in my life, and it’s not hard, really. A rescue plane will come soon, and we’ll all come out safe and sound!”

A punk looking 20-year old stood up, stereotypically tall and lanky. “I’m THE Jinjonater!” I say we build a raft and just ditch this place We’ll hit land eventually, and then we’re home free! No waiting, no risk. Just nice soft sailing.

A semi-computer nerd was next, looking scared from sitting next to a punk rocker. “Hello. I’m Breegull, but everyone calls me Mecha-Breegull. Don’t know why. Anyway, I go with surviving off of what we have. I calculated it to be the least risky of them all. Finding out where we are could discourage us, exploring the island could lead to death, and the raft thing is just plain stupid! Just go with surviving!”

Mecha was so enthusiastic in talking that he forgot to sit down. A half hour passed before the next person talked. The man obviously wasn’t an intellectual. “Hey…..I’m Kryptonite Jinjo. I wanna go on the raft. They will take us away. Rafts are fun, too!

The last person, and everyone was finally releaved to have finished. His defining mark seemed to be his pants. He wore a kilt pattern on it, and it felt like a combination of suede and polyester. If there was a fashion police, he’d get a death sentence. “Hello, I am P L, or Paper Luigi. I’m gonna go with exploring the island. For all we know, there could be banquets, boats, everything, and we are stuck here! What could go wrong?

After this thought, the ragged man was distraught. “An equal split. WHAT DID I SAY? We all have to agree! Geez! We’ll do this again tomorrow!”
Donkey was shocked by his outburst. He was relatively calm during their talk. “Wait,” Donkey said. “You never told us about you!” Thinking for a moment, the ragged man finally told everyone. “Just call me SSJ3. I want to get the hell of this place as fast as possible!”

And with that one comment, the discussion was ended. Until tomorrow, this group might not ever cooperate like SSJ3 planned.

“Well,” started Mr. Patch, “I say that we all get some sleep.” He expected a flurry of agreement such as “Yeah” and “Good Point!” but half of the people were already asleep!

Platinum Jinjo reached for his blade. “You…might want to sit down now,” said SSJ3 Gogeta. With that, Mr. Patch sat down, and went to rest, along with the rest of the people. And, with that, the first day had ended…

If you thought the whole conference thing was boring, remember, it's the first chapter. Things are ought to be better!

[Platinum Jinjo]

I like it , very good foundation to build on. You have my attention with this story.

[SSJ3 Gogeta]

I really, though, want to be a martial arts expert. And quite young, actually (17).

[Jinjonator]

this story is awesome. also, it sorta reminds me of Saw 2.

[repobanjo]

Originally Posted by SSJ3 Gogeta

I really, though, want to be a martial arts expert. And quite young, actually (17).

Who said you were old? Also, remember, this is the first chapter. No one is showing any moves yet.

[Donkey Kong]

Glad to see that people like it!

[SSJ3 Gogeta]

Who said you were old?

Well, "ragged-looking man" sounds KINDA old. But actually, I meant because you said "man," 'cause teenagers are sure as hell children.

[Donkey Kong]

As Austin Powers would say...

"He's a man, baby!"

[BKSonic1234]

Great Chapter One, Repo and also Donkey! The first two person fic in a while!

~BKS~

[Mr.Patch]

very nice starts off with a bang!

still a little confused why it started raining fire , but keep it up its realy good

[Donkey Kong]

Originally Posted by Mr.Patch

very nice starts off with a bang!

still a little confused why it started raining fire , but keep it up its realy good

You'll see...

[repobanjo]

Since I lost it, Donkey Kong will pst the second chapter very soon.....And more questions will arise.

[Donkey Kong]

PROJECT ESCAPE: CHAPTER TWO

The sun slowly rose over the jagged hills far in the distance. As it positioned itself higher and higher in the sky, several of the inhabitants awoke from their slumber, after a night of mystery, confusion, and slight turmoil. With caution, the islanders slowly started to comb the beach, looking for any possible indication of where they might be.

“I’m hungry…” declared Mecha-Breegull. Though they heard him, he received no answers…only questionable looks. Mecha-Breegull turned around and headed back over to where the remnants of the campfire where.

“You know,” started SSJ3 Gogeta, “I heard that those smoldering clouds where caused by a viscous dragon that lives in a volcano not too far from here.”

“Yeah?” questioned Platinum Jinjo.

“Indeed,” replied SSJ3 Gogeta.

All of a sudden, the ground started to rumble. At first it was a light tremor…but it quickly grew into a violent throttle. The islanders all huddled together, fearing what could happen. Then, something started to appear from over near the inland.

“Look! Over there,” shouted PL, “something’s coming out of the ground!”

The islanders snagged through a miniature vineyard of exotic trees and bushes. They finally reached their point of destination. Rising out of the ground was a tiki-like pillar with strange faces carved into it. It finally stopped jetting out at about sixty feet.

“Dare we go near it?” asked Mr. Patch.


“Pffft…I’ll go,” retorted Platinum Jinjo. He approached the pillar without any hesitation whatsoever. He knocked…no…He pounded on the pillar forcefully. “Hello? Anyone in there?” he jokingly shouted.

“Remove your hands from my surface, you worthless, born-and-raised-on-the-wrong-side-of-the-tracks meat puppet,” answered the pillar.

“Why I ought to smash you to grains!” replied Platinum Jinjo, and with that he whipped out his signature switch-blade. He started violently slashing at the pillar, but to no avail. After about a minute and a half of ruthless slashing, Platinum Jinjo returned the blade to his front pocket and walked away. “You ain’t worth my time,” he scoffed.

“I would like to welcome you to the land of Syntarr. What brings you here?” asks the pillar.

“We honestly have no idea whatsoever,” answered repobanjo. “In fact, I wish I knew!”

“Listen,” started Donkey Kong, “We awoke yesterday to find ourselves on this uninhabited island, and…”

“Uninhabited?” interrupted the pillar, “Oh dear me, this island is most definitely filled with creatures of numerous species.”

“Well,” continued Donkey Kong, “We’d just like to know how we can return to our normal lives at home. I had a mid-term exam today!”

“Do not worry about any events that may occur during your stay here at Syntarr,” replied the pillar, “For your see, Syntarr exists in what is known as the 4½ dimension. You all originated from the 4th dimension. Time moves so much faster here than in your dimension, that…a day spent here would only equal a few minutes back in your time. Understand?” There was no answer. The pillar sighed. “In order to return to your dimension, you must locate the Treasure of Syntarr and bring it to me. It is an incredibly beautiful golden pearl encased in a mighty transparent diamond. But heed my warning…do not mistake it for the Punishment of Pershima, a seemingly identical jewel that bares only a slight difference…This difference being weight…The Treasure of Syntarr is heavier than the Punishment of Pershima. REMEMBER THAT!!”
With that, the pillar sank back into the ground and the islanders dispersed.
“Sorry, everyone, but I am confused. How did we manage to travel a half a dimension without out knowledge?” contemplated PL. “This is something off of the Sci-Fi Channel. “Well, at least we know where we are,” said Donkey Kong. “half a dimension away from home. I bet my teacher will never buy this excuse…..”

“You know, I was never able to trust talking tikis,” repo thought aloud. “Perhaps this is all a mind game to confuse us. I doubt that what he says is true. ”Repo…..” Jinjonater said, “A tiki just talked to us! I doubt we are in our dimension! Repo considered it, but still belived they were somewhere in their own world. To prove it, he decided to take one “lucky” person with him to the untamed jungle. After the two left, the rest had another group conference.

“OK, we know where we are, now. We don’t need the raft. Let’s all just work on surviving! Until we know exactly when this Treasure of Syntarr is, we must stay right here!” The majority of the group agreed, but a few still had some questions.

“Why don’t we still build a raft to see what is in this fourth dimension?” After a brief pause, Platnium Jinjo remarked, “Good idea. How about we kill everyone who’s not on the raft to be fair?” Dejected, Mech-Breegull sat down quietly. “How about searching the jungle for weapons, like repo and Mr. Patch are doing right now?” questioned Donkey Kong. “I had my suspicions on repo. He never believes anything we say, I think he might betray us some time later! He’s just gonna lead us into a trap, just like he’s doing to Mr. Patch!” remarks SSJ3. “Is there any way to stop him?” asked PL. “We’ll devise a plan to stop the menace. Until now, just pretend what he says. Last question. You, Kryptonite?” Kryptonite thought for a while, and thoughtfully asked, “Where are we?” SSJ3 didn’t bother answering, as Kryptonite will just not really understand. The conference ended with everyone seeing SSJ3 as the leader, Donkey Kong his first mate. SSJ3 always liked being on top, and now was his chance to shine.



“We better turn back, repo. It’s getting dark” sighed Mr. Patch. It had been a long day marching across what seemed to be an ordinary rainforest. He at first actually believed the 4 ½ dimension, but after this walk, he seemed to side with repobanjo. “Tell me, repo” questions Mr. Patch. “Of all the other 8 people, why did you pick me?” “You’re the only one with a gun, Mr. Patch,” repo said casually. “Incase we saw something, well, not good, we could stop it.”

Mr. Patch noticed repo had an exceptionally good eye, despite his glasses. He felt repo as the leader, unlike the newfound feelings for SSJ3 back at “home”. “You know,” he says, “You and I would make a great team. No matter what, We shall have each other’s back. Deal?”

Before repo could answer, he tripped on what appeared to be a huge piece of wood. When Mr. Patch helped him up, however, he realized the wood was obviously carved. A sign of human existence? No one could live long here, so they had no risk of tribe war. “Repo, this wood looks like an arrow!” It appeared to be a sign to something. The duo had to find out where it lead to, but it was knocked down when they saw it, so obviously, the arrow was bupkis. “My god, Mr. Patch. Look what it says on the back!” yells repo. As he indicated, the back indeed said what the arrow was leading it too. “Oh, boy,” gulped Mr. Patch, “We can’t let the others see this…it’ll be our little secret…For NO ONE’s eyes but ours.”

[KryptoniteJinjo]

Cool... I'm very quiet, but that's my personality, and I like it. Anyways, this reminds me mostly of a mix of The Lord of the Flies and, like he said, Saw 2.

[P_L]

It's very good so far! Although I wish to say that in real life I'd NEVER dress like that.