Skin Mask

And now for the meat of this fanfic.

Edvine: Yes! leading 67-55-47-20!
Cuddles: Boom! Headshot!
Edvine: DAMN IT!
Cuddles: Heh heh...
Pop: Backstab, bitch!
Cuddles: DAMN IT!
Pop: Melee is overpowered...
Nutty: This Master Chief hates it when he's devoid of sugar! *kills all 3 of our characters*
Edvine: Hey, man! Dick move!
Cuddles: What the hell?!
Pop: DAMN IT!
Nutty: ^_^
*about 10 minutes later*
The score: 199-188-179-67.
1st. Nutty
2nd. Me
3rd: Pop
Last: Cuddles

Cuddles: DAMN IT!!
Nutty: Double ^_^
Edvine: Is that even possible?
Pop: Apparently, it is now.
Cuddles: Weird...
Nutty: Come at me bros! I just hit the...

That's right; it's a fanfic filled with testosterone. No chicks here. All male characters. However, this will mean there will be fewer than 7 characters, as I will only put in 5 here. Rest assured, Flippy will still be in it. This IS the club dedicated to him, after all.

Starring: Flippy, Cuddles, Pop
(Cuddles is in only because I don't want Disco Bear in this fanfic.)
Featuring: Me
Appearance: Nutty
I'm in for the same reason Cuddles is in. Screw Disco Bear.

Flippy decided today is a good day to hold a guy's night in at his place.

Flippy: Hey, Edvine! I'm holding a guys-only night at my house. Want...

2 fanfics, 1 day. Don't quite remember the last time I did that.

Toothy, drinking his beer: Flippy, thanks for letting me have this beer. And make sure to kick Cuddles' ass for me.
Flippy: Will do.
Cuddles: Hey! What the hell man? I thought we were friends.
Toothy: Chivalry has been dead since 2009, motherfucker. Deal with it.
Cuddles: That must be some pretty strong shit.
Toothy: You're telling me; I'm already buzzed.
Cuddles: You'll be full-on drunk after you finish that bottle. *laughs*
Pop: Hey guys. Shut up. The match is about to start. Nutty, you'll have to go to the kitchen with Edvine. This...

Yep, still not over.

Flippy: Toothy, you said you never did this before.
Toothy: Yeah, THIS. I have played a few games like this actually.
Flippy: Get the fuck out of here!
Toothy: No, I'm fucking serious! Battlefield 2 and 3, pretty much every Call of Duty, even the multiplayer in Gears of War! This is not new to me.
Cuddles: So even the Energy Sword...
Toothy: I've done melee before.
Pop: We only stand a chance if he doesn't get in to the next match.
Edvine: Then I must roll a 16 or higher for a spot in the 4-player match upcoming. It's the only way.
Flippy: Speaking of, everyone roll your dice. It's...

Time for the 3rd installment of this fanfic.

*Everyone rolls again*
Flippy: Can I get a decent roll this time? *rolls a 13* I'll take it.
Edvine: *rolls a 1* Guess we know who's out... No one else roll. I just got a 1.
Cuddles: Ha!
*starts up Deathmatch mode in Halo 3*
Flippy: First to 40 kills wins.
Cuddles: Alright then. *knock on door is heard*
Edvine: I'll get it; I'm out anyway.
*opens door*
Cuddles: Well I'll be damned! Toothy! What brings you here?
Toothy: I want in on what you guys are doing.
Flippy: No problem buddy. You can watch us for this match, and maybe get one of the four spots in the next....

There is a change in one of my bio stats: Because I killed Cuddles, I now have 1 kill. Other than that, not much has changed here.

*It's the following day, Flippy is fast asleep. Everyone at his house agreed to take shifts, including me. Starring(and these are the shift-takers): Me, Nutty, Mime(he came to visit), Disco Bear, Splendid, and Pop. Featuring: Lammy and Mr. Pickels. Appearances: Russell*

We continue, in the morning of the next day. It's Pop's turn; Russell is babysitting Cub. We'll check up on him later.

Pop: How the hell do you play this damn game?
Edvine: Here, Pop. Let me show you...

Let's recap: Flippy, in a bid to not flip out, secluded himself in his own house where nothing can happen to him, and bought himself a video game console and some games to take the edge off his spontaneous flip-outs. In part 2, I introduced myself as a new character. Here is my official bio.

Name: Edvine
Species: Human, but with good intentions
Gender: Male
Age: 17
Interests: VIdeo Games, Televised Sports, Junk Food, Being A Lazy-Ass
Friends: Flippy, Nutty, Cuddles
Enemies: Fliqpy, Mime, Lumpy, Russell, Disco Bear, Sniffles
Kills: 0
Deaths: 0
First Appearance: Take A Load Off(Part 2)
Relatives: Unknown...

How much longer will Flippy go? He knows it's going to happen; it's fucking inevitable. I will not officially end this fanfic until Flippy goes ballistic.

Starring: Flippy(going a house-record 7 hours right now without going all namesake), myself(hey, it worked in most of my other fanfics)
Featuring: Nutty, Cuddles
Appearances: Giggles, Handy

*Same location, but Flippy somehow got ahold of my phone number and invited me to his house. Being my favorite character of the whole list of tree friends, I enthusiastically accepted. He warned me that death can come from anywhere here, so I should tread...

Flippy just wants to stay home today. No crazy antics, no flipping out, none of that shit. He has even gone to such lengths as to get a video game console for himself and a couple games for it just to avoid killing anyone. In "reality", at least.

Starring: Flippy
Featuring: No one else
Appearances: Nutty, Cuddles
(Yeah, that's right. I'm breaking the mold for this fanfic. It's always worked for me so far.)
You may be asking yourself, "why the (expletive) are you only putting 3 characters in? You've put in upwards of 10 at times." Well, I'm almost out of good ideas right now. I'm sticking with what...

He kills and kills but doesn't know why
it doesn't matter how hard he tries.
if you say Vietnam he'll stab you with a fork
if you say tiger you're head won't work.
He can use fire, pencils and car gas
heck, he'll just use whatever he has.
You can't stop him no matter what
if you call for help he'll stab you in the butt.
Never run because you know he'll catch you
he might torture or just plain kill you.
Run for cover, more like run for death
he'll fill your eyes with crystal meth.
It doesn't matter if you run or cry
either way you'll just plain die.
Almost anything can set him off
you better pray to god that...