Everything...on a small island... is quiet...suddenly...tons of...grey orbs are teleported there?
A voice is heard... Welcome....if you want to know who I am, call me NP, I pit innocent characters to the death for laughs. Don't worry, after it you shall be revived...now without further ado since I can't write scripts, team up!Oh, and animals, have a translation thing...
3 Pandas automatically go to each other for help, with a Red Panda joining in as well. Panda:Hello fellow cute ones! Brown Panda:Uhm...hello? Panda:If we can team up, we can win this! Albino:Why am I the only one who's worried? Red:Yeah....we are just..warped to the middle of nowhere and have to fight to the death? Brown:I mean....it's good excercise?
Panda:Look, we will be revived so we are fine! Red:Ok I guess.... Panda:Anyways, I shall be the leader!Lets show them what we can do!
All of the cats have seemed to team up.
The Cat:Hello everyone!
Cat:Um...is anyone going to listen to me?
The Cat walks around trying to round everyone up, before being tackled by a Lion.
The meowers all fight with one another for the rest of the time being
A man in a tophat, and a man looking like an Angel meet up
Angel:Oh lord, its you.
Gentleman:Pay attention you wretch, if we band with one another, we can come out on top with our intellect.
Angel:Fine, you are the only one I can barely tolerate anywa-
Suddenly, they grow a great pain in their limbs. They are dizzy for a moment, and when they open their eye, they see three more people. Two looking like the Angel, one looking like the Gentleman. The Christmas Angel, the Devil, and the Jetpacker.
Jetpacker: What...who are you? You look like us but average, and you...you look like a demon!
Angel: What the heck happened here?
Gentleman: Assuming from the pain we experienced before hand, I think they are either clones of us or us from other points of our history.
Christmas Angel: I believe that would be correct, but I would rather NOT work with these two idiots!
Jetpacker: That was uncalled for!
Christmas Angel: I mean these other "Holy beings".
The Devil enters the conversation in rage, and an arguement ensues.
A mutilated Zombie fellow, his young self, and a native dressed orb and a caveman dressed orb are working together.
Caveman: For the last time you ignoramous they were PRIMITIVE!
Native:No! They were tribal groups of people
Tester: Listen here you idiots! Stop arguing about what ancient people were like and cut down that tree!
Zombie:Yeah listen to myself!
Caveman:Fine..but I'm not done with you...
They finish chopping down the tree, take some wood and some berries for themselves.
Zombie:Alright...this is a nice batch...
To be continued...