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Death Dash '23

Part 1: Introductions

By XP Author

The video started with a splash screen, showing the logo for the D-Gen Cafe: a coffee mug full of blood with the letter D emblazoned upon it. There was a countdown timer going, as the event was originally aired as a live stream on the cafe. The uploaded video started at ten seconds. When the countdown reached zero, it faded to black. A moment later, some music started to play, something by the death metal band Bludvist. The screen shifted to a helicopter view of a large island covered in thick forest.

A moment later, a voice spoke. "Ladies, Gentlemen, and everything in between! Welcome once more to the annual event you have all been looking forward to! Death Dash '23!" As the words were spoken, the logo for the dash appeared. This year, they were made to look like bark with vines growing across them. The number 23 appeared at the end in a burst of flame, igniting the whole logo as it faded away to ash.

The announcer continued after the little intro graphic. "I am your host as always, Sir Michael Killgrave!" The name Sir_Michael_Killgrave appeared at the bottom, a little speaker icon showing next to his name whenever he spoke. The man had been the main host and announcer for all of the death dashes so far, and this year was no different. He was also one of the top admin of the forums, and considered by many to be one of the owners. "As always, I have some guests from the forums to help commentate on this year's event. Let's introduce them. First, we have the long-time poster with the monster shaft, Monster_TBro!"

The name Monster_TBro appeared at the bottom. However, the voice that spoke was not the violent horse that owned it, but instead that of another man. "Hey. Uh, TBro is running a little late. Said he was grabbing a few cold ones for us to enjoy during the show."

Mike laughed. "Well then, how about you introduce yourself to the audience."

Jake cleared his throat. "Hey, everyone. I'm sure some of you recognize my voice. You should know me as Timber_Wag." His name appeared alongside the rest at the bottom. "I know I'm a bit new to posting things. I'm TBro's plus-one for this and will be sitting in with him on commentary."

Mike spoke up again. "Well, it is good to have you here."

"Good to be here, Mike. Looking forward to this year's run."

"I'm sure everyone is, Timber. I know I am." The smile on the man's face was clear through his voice alone. "Well, while we wait for TBro to make his arrival, let's move on to our other guest commentator this year. Last and certainly not least, we've got one of our very own admin, Phantom_Stripe!"

This time, instead of just the name appearing, a small window also opened up in the corner above it. It showed a live camera feed of a pretty white tiger sitting at her desk, wearing a full three-piece business suit in black, a red tie, long gloves, and a big smile. Iaisa waved at the camera after a moment. "Hello, everyone! Surprise! I'm still around!"

Mike chuckled. "Yes, you continue to defy the odds and proof of your death." Iaisa just giggled. Unknown to almost everyone, the tiger actually was a kind of phantom, a lingering spirit who could manifest a physical body. She often went out and got herself 'killed' by many of the posters on the forum, only to appear once more. "Well, as you can see, Stripe has herself on camera this year."

Jake spoke up. "Yeah, I was going to ask about that. Should I have my camera going?"

"No, she's going to be doing a little bonus for us. Stripe, why don't you explain for everyone."

Iaisa nodded. "Sure!" She sat up a little. "So, you'll be seeing my little camera here at the bottom corner for most or all of the dash. We've got a bunch of runners. Thirteen in total, I believe. Each time that someone dies, I'll be stripping a piece of clothing off on camera. Thirteen runners, thirteen pieces of clothing." She giggled, winking a the camera. "I'll try not to be TOO distracting."

Jake chuckled. "As if this wasn't going to be sexy enough?" There was a sound from his mic. "Oop. I think Trev's here. One moment." The sound of him getting up was heard, followed by his voice at a distance. "Hey, you're la- what the fuck?"

Trevor's voice was heard next, also muffled by distance from the mic. "Hey, Bro! Sorry. I saw these lovelies and just had to bring 'em with me!" He grunted, and the mic faintly picked up the heavy sound of two thumps. "Nothing like sharing a couple cold ones with your bro during the game, y'know?" He laughed.

"Yeah, I guess..." The timber wolf sounded a little hesitant. "Oh, you're a bit late. They just started. Go introduce yourself."

"OH! Right!" The sound of movement was heard again as Trevor got himself into a chair. "Alright. HEY, Bro's, Brah, an- holy shit is that Phantom_Stripe!?"

The tiger suddenly burst out laughing at the comment. "Hello, TBro. It is, yes. I'll be doing a little striptease during the video for everyone that dies."

The horse grunted. "Well, holy shit! That's awesome."

Mike interrupted, sounding slightly annoyed. "You want to introduce yourself to the audience?"

"Ah, right!" He cleared his throat. "As I was saying. Hello, all you bros, bronettes, and all other brahs! I'm Monster_TBro." His voice got quiet as he called to Jake. "You introduce yourself already?" The response was not heard. "Cool. Yeah, Timber's a good bro of mine, and letting me use his equipment to be here. Only fair he's here with me. Brought him a couple of cold bitches I found on the way here. Though they weren't cold when I found 'em. Hehe."

Jake spoke as he sat down. "Yeah, he just dumped a dead fox and cat on my floor. Though I'll admit, they're pretty cute."

Iaisa giggled. "Oh? Well, I do believe that makes the first two deaths for this stream." She winked, slipping off the black jacket and matching vest she wore over the blue business shirt, both dropped to the ground. "Two bits of clothing gone, eleven to go."

Mike interrupted again. "Well, now that we're all here, I think it's time we stop keeping everyone waiting. Let's get to actually starting, shall we?"

Trevor chuckled. "Yeah! While Stripes is getting herself out of something nice, I'll slip into this foxy here."

Jake sighed. "Sorry, Mike. I'll keep us muted. Do your thing."

"Thank you." The announcer cleared his throat. "So, for those new to how this works, I will go over the rules. This year, the dash will take place on a private island, donated to us by one of our top supporters, Rathkin. He has generously allowed us use of his island, and arranged for all of the camera work. I'm not sure HOW he managed it, but apparently, everything has been captured perfectly, including audio."

Iaisa spoke up. "Oh, that's because of me. Or a friend of mine, anyway. I know a real tech-wizard, and the cute little guy owed me a favor. He helped to install all of the cameras and audio equipment on the island for the dash." She did not bother to explain that the tech-wizard was, in fact, an actual wizard. A tanooki by the name of Hinumaru.

Mike continued. "Well be sure to thank your friend after this for us. Back to how things work." The view of the island shifted to a computer generated one, showing a top-down view. Several dots appeared at one end. "The runners have been dropped off at their starting locations, each just far enough away that they'll have to search for the rest. However, as this is an island, some locations are better than others. For those dashers that were placed at a disadvantage, they have been given a piece of equipment to start with. I'll go over those when I introduce them in a moment."

The view shifted to the far side of the island, where the trees ended. Instead sat several buildings. "Their goal is to reach this facility at the other end alive. More accurately, the large field in front of the facility. Once any dashers reach this location, they are prohibited from killing each other until the final round. The field itself is split in half by a large fence, which will be locked. The gate in the middle will unlock once all of the dashers have either arrived or been killed. They will then proceed to the inside field, and the final round will commence. A final battle to the death. The winner this year will be taking home the grand prize of 3.8 million dollars US. They will also net themselves an all-expense paid week stay at Sanctus Isle, the private resort owned by Rathkin."

Iaisa smiled. "It's a lovely resort. I'm sure any of the dashers would love to spend a few days there after the dash. And knowing Rathkin, he'll be giving them a personal thank you for their performance, and some extra pampering."

"Indeed! Now, due to the nature of this year's dash being a forest run, the actual dash has already been recorded. It actually happened two days ago, and the commentators and I will be watching the video that has been edited down by another of our admin, AJX_Night, to remove any long stretches where nothing is happening. As I'm told, the actual run took almost 9 hours. What we'll be watching is only a little under two hours, and combines all the different angles and videos into one. Of course, I have control over any replays we might want to do."

Iaisa grinned a little more. "Oh, how very kind of Mr. Night. Everyone be sure to send him a big thank you for his hard work!"

"Indeed. However, it must be said, neither I nor the commentators have seen this, so you will be getting our live reactions as the events unfold. Now, let's introduce our dashers. We have twelve participating this year!" The screen shifted again, this time to a generic data-stream background, with a generic 'high-tech' look to it. A picture of the runner would appear on the left side, info about them showing on the right, including their username on the forum and a list of any notable posts they may have made. "First up, we have Allie C. Also known as Menice4Venice." The first runner shown was a thin black dragon. With a completely flat chest, a lithe build, and a big smile on her face. "She has not posted any videos, but does have a collection of pictures of herself using that long tail to strangle some adorable girls." The data on the right listed her as a transwoman and 26 years old. "As she will be starting in a rocky area, she has been given a bonus item. A set of bandages. Whether she uses them to wrap up a wound or as a weapon is up to her!"

The other runners would be introduced in the same way. Next was Allin Y, aka YinYangYoung, a 29-year-old panda. Going against type, he was tall and muscular, with an impressive rod. He only had one video posted of him strangling another panda he claimed was his sister. Next shown was a capybara named Beatrice, aka Decapybara. Age 22. Also going against type, the young woman was short and skinny, with a wild grin showing a set of braces on her big teeth. She had an impressive list of videos, especially for someone who looked like a stereotypical nerd. It also listed that she was starting with machete, due to starting in an area with thick vines. Trevor chuckled. "Oh, I've seen braceface there work. Don't let the geek look fool you, she's tricky and good with a blade. If she's starting with one, then the other runners better be careful."

Next on the roster was Carl Timms, a 32-year-old elk with a penchant for choking people with his rather impressive 11 inch long cock. He favored girls, but was not above taking out boys, shemales, or any other gender the same way. Jake spoke up this time. "I've seen some of his videos. He's got a real sadistic streak to him when he wants to. Saw him gore a man on those antlers and fuck the holes. Not someone you want to get on the bad side of."

Iaisa giggled. "Or do want to, if you're into that kind of thing. Who's next? Ooo! Dani Robinson! AKA BlackWidow15199." The screen shifted to a short canine, listed as a border collie, though you would not be able to tell for the purple die in her fur. She sported a goofy grin and a large set of D-cup breasts. "Another one to not underestimate based on her looks. The generic name and ditzy act she puts on are all a cover. She's a real hunter, and a pro at setting traps. Says here she'll be starting in a damp area with muddy ground, so she's been given a 50-foot coil of rope to play with. Oh, that's going to serve her VERY well in the jungle, I think. I expect she'll get a few people with some of her rope tricks."

Mike nodded. "Let's hope. Next up is Justin J, also known as Juicetin." This time the view shifted to a stocky panther, fur so black it seemed to shine a little. "Another brutal killer among our ranks. Many of his videos involve more torture than anything else. Thankfully for the rest of the runners, he won't be sporting any power drills in this run, but they still better be on their toes around him." The image shifted again, this time to a raccoon with short fur and a fluffy tail. "Speaking of being on their toes, next we have Lyn, aka Ringtail_Lyntale. At age 19, she is the youngest runner this year. She's got no videos or pictures up, but she says that she is a runner and gymnast as a hobby. She's exactly the sort of girl a lot of our runners would go after, so she'd best be ready out there."

Trevor laughed. "I know I wouldn't mind a go at her, either! Up top!" There was a clap sound as he and Jake gave high-fives.

Mike continued. "Next, we have something of a special case in this run." The image shifted to a toned rabbit with small breasts, a few scars, and a serious expression. "This is Lyra Lightfoot. The 26-year-old rabbit is a fighter by trade. However, it seems she owes our benefactor, Rathkin, quite the debt. Win or lose, appearing in this year's competition will be repaying her debt in full. While she is not a member of our little community, she is fully aware of the risks of this run and will be fighting to kill and survive."

Trevor scoffed. "She's cute but has that resting bitch face. Hopefully she'll at least give us a good show. Anyway, I'll do the next. Let's see. Oh, wow! This is a big one!" The image shifted to an absolutely massive woman. "Nysteria, forum name Slitherod14. I can guess for that bit of beef hanging between her legs." Listed as a little over 7 feet tall, the black, bipedal snake with the pink underbelly was a solid wall of muscle. With a hefty set of breasts, listed as F-cup, and 14 inches dangling between her legs. "Man, she's taller than I am! If she wins this, I might need to give up the Monster name to her! Shame she's got no videos up. I would love to see just how she takes some bitches down."

Jake spoke again. "Well, I'm sure we'll get to watch her in action later."

"Sure hope so, bro!"

Mike chuckled. "Indeed. Next up in our roster is Sheri, going by SweetSheriPie." The image shifted to a red fox with long, brown hair and an average build. "Not much to say about Sheri. She's been a long-time member, but has no posted content, just some comments. We'll have to see just what she's going to bring. However, she will be starting at one of the least advantageous locations, the cliffs near the edge of the island. So to compensate, she has been given a special tool to use. A one-time-use dart. The tip is poisoned with a powerful paralyzing agent. It can be thrown or stabbed."

Jake grunted. "Huh. That's a pretty powerful item to give someone in this. Anyway, I'll do this one. We have a squirrel this time... and someone else I've never seen before. Sonia Redd. Goes by Crimsonia. Heh. Cute." The image shifted to a red squirrel with a small but perky set of tits. While not as beefy as the snake, she was quite well-toned. Her fur was vibrantly red, while her hair was dyed an equally vibrant green, matching the eyes giving a stern and serious look. "Kinda looks like a bit of a stick in the mud... Anyway, let's see. Oh, says she's 36 years old, making her our oldest runner this year. No videos, but she said she is ex-special forces, specializes in hand-to-hand and melee combat, and has over 80 confirmed kills. Oh boy! Can't want to see her fighting out there!"

Iaisa giggled softly. "I would love to see a throw down between her and Slither. Maybe throw in Lyra, too, for a real melee. Moving on to our penultimate runner, we've got Tabby T. She's going by the name Fluffydirk8." The image shifted to a short and skinny mouse, though with a rather impressive shaft between her legs. "Tabby just turned 20, and just missed tying as our youngest runner this year by a few weeks. She's another one without any content posted, but is a frequently leaves comments on the forums. She also makes very nice brownies. The fun kind, if you catch my meaning."

Jake was incredulous. "Seriously? Who haven't you met?" The tiger just giggled.

Trevor let out a dark chuckle of his own. "Hasn't met me or my monster yet. We could change that if you like, though..."

Mike spoke up before everyone could go on a tangent again. "Our last runner this year is Wanda R, going by Laughing_Spots." The image shifted to a hyena with a big grin, big boobs, and a myriad of scars. "As she is starting in another vine-filled area of the island, she will be starting with a small knife as a bonus. While not as dangerous as a larger blade, Wanda is the champion of many a street fight and back alley brawl, so she is well-versed in the use of short blades. She is a fighter with a penchant for beating her opponents senseless before beating them to death. Many a skull has cracked from her fists and feet."

Trevor spoke up. "Another fighter? Oh, I hope we get to see a real brawl with all of them out there!"

"A lot of women out here this year." Jake pointed out. "Didn't get many men signing up?"

Mike sighed. "No, unfortunately we were not able to keep our usual policy of trying to keep the genders relatively even. However, we've made up for it with a fairly high amount of intersex this year. A lot more of them, as well as trans, have been joining our community. And we welcome them all!" Mike clapped. "Now, with all of the introductions out of the way, what do you all say we actually get this year's dash going?"

The video of Iaisa came back into the corner. "I'm ready and eager." She winked as she got comfortable in her chair.

Trevor grunted. "Yeah. Got myself nice and comfortable in this fox's throat, and I'm ready for the action!"

Jake chuckled. "I'm all set."

"Yeah, he's balls deep in the cat's backside." Jake just sighed while Trevor busted out laughing.

Mike cleared his throat. "Well then. With no further ado, let the Death Dash begin!"

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