Last Summer

[PointMaid]

Why does that make me nervous?

[Cassie]

Whilst falling down the dark abyss, Libre silently mutters complaints and pleas, over how he's hoping that the Counselor would just yeet him back to Tropesburg.

[IsThisAPikachu]

Oh! Oh! Councey! Can I do this one? Can I? I've got something quite fun in mind for Libre!!!

[MadeOfMilk]

Oh, yes you certainly may, dear. You certainly may.

[IsThisAPikachu]

RADICAL!

[Kennifer]

Sollux looks distinctly uncomfortable with this whole thing; on the one hand he hopes he's right about his vote but on the other... he has a lot of trepidation about what he's about to witness. Possibly related to his whole "hearing the voices of the imminently doomed" thing he's got going on.

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Dale can only look down at the abyss, fearing what will happen to Libre, whether or not he was a killer, shaking nervously throughout.

[IsThisAPikachu]

Libre finds himself face to face with an Arcade Machine. Well, this is an Arcade. He booted it up, with seemingly no other options. The Screen lit up with the words
WIN TO ESCAPE
Before hearing a deafening noise.
I AM SINISTAR. BEWARE. I LIVE.
Sinistar. Oh boy, Libre was in for a treat. He had five lives, and his real life on the line. 
Life 1, things are going well... until Sinistar gobbles him whole, that is. That's when the gravity of the situation sets in for Poor Libre, as a mechanical claw holding a knife came out of the machine, and sliced Libre's Left Leg clean off.
Life 2, Libre is focusing on surviving in the game and in real life, causing him to crash into an asteroid. There goes his other leg.
Life 3, Libre is barely able to play, and is eaten once again by Sinistar. Right Arm, sliced clean off by a knife.
RUN. RUN. RUN. Sinistar's digititized voice hounded Libre. He couldn't run. He only had one arm and two lives remaining.
Life 4... Libre had given up, as enemy ships surrounded and shot his ship dead. He lost his last limb.
Life 5. Sinistar with a deafening roar gobbled Libre's ship whole. The arcade screen read a demoralizing GAME OVER.
The screen opened up. A Zapper came out of it, and blew his head off leaving nothing but torso. The tools he used to avoid getting framed, used against him. Libre was dead, and three slashers were still at large.

[IsThisAPikachu]

Oh, Dooooon't mean to rub salt in this wound buuuut Libre was kinda sorta the Medic. You all dun goofed.

[MadeOfMilk]

More like HE goofed. Making yourself look more suspicious while preventing a frame job? Pathetic. Little baby bitch couldn't even flush it all down the toilet.

[PointMaid]

...

You have got to be kidding me.

[IsThisAPikachu]

You can say that again Councey!

[PointMaid]

This one's going out to the murderous -bleeps- that actually did the deed...

[Dookie]

“…No…how could this be? Was Libre just…messing around? Was he that dumb?

[Kennifer]

...you have got two be kiiddiing me.

[MadeOfMilk]

And this, folks, is why you need a degree to practice medicine!

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Dale looks fearfully as Libre got Sinistarred to death and again screams loudly, and upon hearing he was the medic, screams even louder.

We're doomed! We're all gonna die!

[Guma]

This is strange. I'm . . . not happy.

[LavenderDream]

"ifuckedupifuckedupifuckedup
Everything will be ok everyone! Everything will absolutely be just fine!"

They don't sound very sure about their statements.

[Weirdguy149]

Jason crossed his arms and shook his head. "I told you guys that you should have been looking at the people that were really eager to kill him."

[Kennifer]

let2 hope nobody el2e de2troy2 2omethiing iin a mii2leadiing way liike that toniight and make2 them2elve2 look 2u2piiciiou2 when theyre iinnocent.

Sollux sat down and held his head; yeah that kinda did a number on him both with the psychic visions thing and the "fuck we eliminated the MEDIC" thing.

[PointMaid]

...The ones who were gung-ho before we got any evidence, yeah, we might want to keep an eye on them.

Unfortunately, later, I think the evidence spoke... it just told us all to vote for the WRONG DAMN PERSON.

[MadeOfMilk]

Suddenly, the lights shut off.

Oh! I almost forgot about the daily challenge! Heh heh, silly me!

The sound of a lever getting pulled rings through the room before the floor seems to disappear under the living players, sending them hurtling down to their doom.

Once they hit ground, though.... wait, they're all alive? The neon lights flicker back on, revealing exactly 12 cabinets for a light gun game.

After what happened today, you guys deserve a break. Why not take out your anger and frustration on some pixels?

[Guma]

This had better involve meat. I am starving.

[IsThisAPikachu]

Quinn - 1
Quinn can hear a crystal clear voice begging you to set it free... Is... Is it coming from the machine? Nonetheless, he missed nearly every shot. But each poor innocent pixel person he hits... he sees blood. Not some 8 bit gore, full on hyperrealistic blood. Like what he and everyone else saw Libre explode into, Like what he and everyone else saw pooled under the Tempest's body. When he managed to shoot a character, you could hear whatever was pleading with you to free it yelp in pain. Like Quinn's shitty accuracy caught it by surprise.

Dale - 3
Dale was a helluva lot more accurate than Quinn, blood dripped out the screen as whatever was in that machine howled in excruciating pain, begging for mercy. Blood filled the screen, and the machine, but Dale just kept playing. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He had to make those howls stop. He had to make the putrid screams stop. He couldn't control his own movements as he continued to shoot those poor innocent pixel people, missing every now and then giving this poor, poor Cabinet Man some moments of reprieve as blood trickled... out... of the screen itself, pooling onto Dale's shoes.

Sollux - 4
Whatever was in that machine was screaming for mercy as Sollux shot away. Those screams becoming more and more garbled as he continued to punish the pixel people's perusing around the arcade machine's partition exploded into pools of sanguine gore. It howled in pain, screaming in pain, begging for mercy, unlike Dale, there was no reprieve. The Troll continued to hit consistent shots, causing that candy red blood to sputter all over Sollux, getting on his shirt, his face, his horns, his shoes, nothing was safe from the machine's full frontal assault of blood and screams. But they never stopped.

Monster - 3
For someone who enjoys brutal murder, for someone who enjoys to slurp the cerebral cereal out of a kid's cranium, Monster performed rather... average. Sure, he did quite well, The Machine howled in pain as Monster attempted to style on the poor 8 bit victims. Keyword: Attempted. It's amusing, in some cosmic sort of way. This Demon whose only interest is murder in the most creative way possible can't even do that right. That feeling of inferiority crept up upon him, he wasn't happy, he wasn't having fun, even though The Machine shrieked like a banshee at each shot, he missed half his shots, and only some blood got on him. It wasn't enough, and it haunted The Monster to his core.

Sharles - 1
The Counselor Lookalike did not share their penchant for pain as they missed most shots, a haunting eerie voice beckoning them to set The Machine free. Nearly all shots were missed as the deep bellowing pleas for help haunted Sharles deeply. They couldn't save The Machine, all they could (try to do) was put it out of its misery. And they couldn't even do that, Shattering Sharles.

Gumball Cookie - 2
For an Artist, Gumball Cookie did his best to paint the screen red. Unfortunately, the moment that hyperrealistic blood splattered on the screen, Gumball cookie panicked, coating the arcade machine in sticky gum, much to The Counselor's annoyance, and much to the Machine's pain. Muffled screams as Gumball heard a deep, haunting voice scream "I can't breathe!" and "Why..." Until...

It Stopped.

People slowly stopped showing on screen, and yet not a single drop of blood trickled out. People stopped appearing once the VERY ANNOYED Counselor finally cleaned off the gum. Gumball Cookie suffocated The Machine.

Yuki - 3
Whatever was in that machine was screaming for mercy as Yuki shot away. Those screams becoming more and more garbled as he continued to punish the pixel people's perusing around the arcade machine's partition exploded into pools of sanguine gore. It howled in pain, screaming in pain, begging for mercy, unlike Dale, there was no reprieve. It howled and howled away... But it never stopped.

Selen(ium) - 6
Selen(ium) aimed and shot. Aimed and shot. The Machine screamed in pain. Howled, Bellowed, and Begged for Mercy. That mercy never came. The Miracle never happen, if you will. Blood showered the singer as the screams descended more and more into mere gurgles... Until...

It Stopped


The gurgling pleas for mercy ceased. Blood covered the screen, the machine, and Selen(ium.) But... it was over. That Machine was dead. And she desperately needed a shower because HOLY FUCK WAS THERE A LOT OF BLOOD. MORE THAN A HUMAN SHOULD HAVE. JESUS FUCKING CHRIST.

Lars - 2
Lars was a... decent shot. The Machine yelped in pain every now and then as gore carpeted the screen... even getting in their robotic arm. "That was gonna be a itch to clean" they thought as they focused less on aiming, and more on how difficult it was going to be to clean the blood off their robotic arm, as the poor machine continued to sputter blood all over Lars.

BBH - 6
Not a single shot missed, Not a single pixel spared from this President's Wrath. The Machine gargled in pain as Big Ben Harrison was practically showered in its blood. The Machine's screams became more and more garbled... Begging him to stop, but he didn't. He didn't want to stop as the Machine screamed, as blood was flooding from the scream... until... finally...
It stopped.
It stopped screaming. Blood stopped flowing. People trickled away. Nothing was left. The Machine was dead. And Big Ben Harrison was in the splash zone as his clothing was ruined by all this blood! This was so much more than a regular human had... What was in there...?

Setsuka - 1
She missed every shot, uncharacteristic of the Ultimate Billiards Player, wouldn't you think? Quite difficult to do that when a raspy, deep, haunting voice is beckoning you. Begging you to free it. Begging you for help. Begging you for mercy. Shivers were sent down Setsuka's spine as she couldn't shoot a single target.

Jason - 3
Dale was a helluva lot more accurate than Setsuka, blood dripped out the screen as whatever was in that machine howled in excruciating pain, begging for mercy. Blood filled the screen, and the machine, but Jason just kept playing. He couldn't stop. He wouldn't stop. He had to make those howls stop. He had to make the putrid screams stop. He couldn't control his own movements as he continued to shoot those poor innocent pixel people, missing every now and then giving this poor, poor Cabinet Man some moments of reprieve as blood trickled... out... of the screen itself, pooling onto Jason's shoes. Kinda reminded him of Camp Crystal Lake