Your Final Frontier

[Zanreo]

"...So Rebel was the Spy after all. I had my suspicions..." Shin says.

"As for a gift... I don't know why I should trust any gift from you not to have some kind of catch to it, plus, I have a hard time thinking of anything that the Amon Clan couldn't provide. But if you insist..." He grins. "I've been trying to think of some more meta-type powers to use. Like how I can steal someone's phone to prevent them from using their inventory, that sort of thing. You wouldn't happen to have any instructions for secret techniques of that sort lying around?"

[madface7]

"So can I get my cyborg body or not, grass-ass?"

[Florien]

You want gimmicky bullshit with elementss of comedy? Assk and floran shall provide! Thiss iss a camera drone with a few dumb trickss attached. Great at partiess. Anyway, you jusst sset the target, and take flight with it. Their view shall be that of the drone exclussively, sso you can jusst fly it into a wall and they'll be blinded to where you are. Don't... Don't actually fly it into a wall, quadcopterss are pricy. LIWARI, WRITE THAT SHIT DOWN, ONE OF OUR SSURPLUSS WEIRD-ASS QUADCOPTERSS!

And yess, be patient, robot. That'ss why we called HER. She'ss good with cyberneticss, awful with bedsside manner, and all, but floran will keep to floran'ss word and releasse you afterwardss. You will be resstrained on the journey over though. Precautionss, and all. Then, we'll drop you off wherever. Okay?

[madface7]

"Fine. I just hope that I find Claire. And if not... I'll skip over to my next target. That cultist assface won't know what hit him."

[Zanreo]

"Heh... Interesting. Takayuki Yagami... Ichiban Kasuga... whoever else will be one of my worthy opponents... you better prepare!" Shin says dramatically.

[Florien]

Ssam-I-Am iss the lasst one. Hassn't ssaid what they want. Resst of you asside from 2E, go over with the resst of the judgess. You'll be taken to a tunnel, from there, you'll get to the judge base, that ugly box over there. Then, they'll call in a craft to get you off planet, then we'll drop you wherever. 2E, you come with floran, We'll get you kitted out over a few dayss or weekss, then drop you off wherever. Sam-I-Am, lasst chance to make a requesst, assk quesstionss, whatever, or jusst go with the people to await transsport off. Ugh.

Oh, and alsso, you who've already been talked to and your want attended to or whatever, don't do whatever shit you think got you in trouble with uss again. Except you, "Cool" Sendri. Do it again, sso floran can jusstify pushing you off a cliff or ssomething.

[MadameButterflyKnife]

Cool Sendri gives off a vulgar Floran hand symbol.

[Dookie]

“I want...”

“I want...”

“I want...”

“GREEN EGGS AND HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!!!!”

“You can do that, right?”

[Mr. Lee Hammer]

Peanuts.... they'll never let ya down, Gary sings as he heads to the judges.

[Zanreo]

Shin also goes over to the judges, already planning out his next moveset.

[Despair's Archon of Memes]

Goodbye, everyone!


Monaca winks and makes a peace sign as she goes to the judges.

[madface7]

"Farewell. I'm... sorry, for showing you all my worst side. I hope you all lead successful lives."

2-E prepares to leave.

[PointMaid]

Good luck!, Selenium says.

She dances her way out of there, before calling her manager to pick her up. She's got a gig.

[Florien]

Green eggss and Ham. The besst damn torture method floran ever disscovered. You badger ssomeone until they're begging for ANYTHING, ANYTHING but more being badgered. You're a ssick fuck, Ssam, and floran'ss more than happy to indulge that for now. You'll get ssome when we've dumped you back home. Jusst... go with the otherss. Anyway... Floran'ss getting the fuck off thiss issland. Floran now, floran'ss more interessted in... hm. There are optionss, let'ss ssay. Ssomewhere not sso misserably... eugh. Whatever, we'll figure that out when ssetting up next time. Jusst go. Everyone. 2E, come with floran, we'll get your cybernetic shit ssorted out over a few weekss, and uhhhhh... yeah that'ss it probably. Thankss for playing floran guesssess. Floran hopess to ssee exactly none of you again. Except for Cool Sendri, Cool Sendri can come back if they decide to give up and DIE. Or become actually cool.

YOUR FINAL FRONTIER THREE: RESULTS

DEAD: 
Rebel Cookie, the Captured Spy, Got Thrown Back like it was Thursday.
Dr. Explosionface Willkillyou, the Hero, Had the greatest plan.
Loona, the Ninja, Received a lesson in how many piercings are too many.
Billionaire Killer Mark February, the Victim of Circumstance, Forgot to call his Patent Lawyer.
Stezzai Thofee, the Medic, Glazed over.
Mettaton, the Black Hat Gunslinger, Got into jeopardy and lost.
Holly, the White Hat Gunslinger, Received a brainstorm.

ALIVE:
2E, the Watcher, who intends to meowve on from this situation.
Cool Sendri, the Investigator, who kept their cool.
Gary Busey, the Cartoon, who neither the Agent 47 nor the Alliance could kill.
Shin Amon, the Suppressor, who has been involved in a game of yakuza, and a mafia game now.
Sam-I-Am, the Necromancer, who woke the dead with badgering over food.
Selen(ium) the Pickpocket, who stole victory, and sang an epic tale of it.
Monaca Towa, the Illusionist, who hid from death.

Total casualty rate, 50%.

Trivia: This is the first round where more than one Judge's betting table contained a victory.

The Alliance will return for more madness in the future.