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[piecewise]

(hey guys, what parts do the players have left? Or what did they lose so far? )

(This is gold.

"Remind me, how intact is everyone?")

I maim so many people that I sometimes lose track.

[Toaster]

*points at sig*

[piecewise]

*points at sig*

yay! My stupid words are immortalized in another sig! Soon My true power will return!

Or maybe I can quantum leap? I'm not really sure.

[Kriellya]

(hey guys, what parts do the players have left? Or what did they lose so far? )

No idea, I'm supposed to be reading a paper, not going over the last week of forum OH LOOK WHAT HAPPENED! Gods damn procrastination XD

Spoiler: List of lost and abandoned pieces (click to show/hide)

Allen

Bid

Left foot
Both legs, knee down (Formerly 'MISSING BID: Round 3', info provided by Berius)
Both legs, knee up
left arm
liver
a lung
small intestine
large intestine
heart
other lung
stomach

Lost

Left hand
Right foot
right arm, elbow down
right kidney
'fun bits' (genitals)


Mason
Bid

Entire right leg
small intestine
large intestine
a kidney

Lost

Right Pinky
Entire left leg
Appendix
'Fun bits' (genitals)
Right Ring finger
Right middle finger
right trigger finger (he essentially has a club for a right hand now, with just the thumb left)

You know, Allen might be winning right now, but damned if Mason didn't get some value out of the rounds he won

[Beirus]

((For Round 3, where I think Mason lost his leg, fun bits, and appendix, PW told me Allen bet his legs from the knee down. I'm assuming it was down to the ankle, since one of his feet was already bet, and the other got taken off.)

[piecewise]

Bids are in. Heh.

Allen:
Everything.
Mason:
Everything except his left thumb

My, but they are getting desperate now! Lets see... The host pulls out a clipboard and begins tallying bits from the pile. It looks like Mason, by virtue of simply having more to bid, wins this round! WHAT AN UPSET!

The host tosses his clipboard away and applauds as the machine descends on Allen, tearing out bits and pieces with reckless abandon. He walks over to Mason, still strapped to the table and leans down to talk to him, shouting over the screaming and gurgling of Allen being vivisected a few meters away.

You were the underdog the whole time, but in one swift move, on the edge of defeat, you snatched victory! Is there anything you want to say to the audience?

Mason seems to either be thinking or at a loss for words as the mechanical limbs deposit Allen's carefully removed brain into the pile of bid organs. All thats left behind on allen's table is a very specific set of organs and body parts: Loops of intestine, heart, one lung, both legs, a stomach...all still sitting in place  but with nothing else around them but blood.



Ooh boy. Mason is gonna make some serious bank on this one.

[Radio Controlled]

"That was... BRILLIANT!

Ernie stand up and gives the victorious Mason a standing ovation.

[Harry Baldman]

"HELL YEAH! ALL GLORY TO MASON!"

Join in standing ovation after Mason has said his words - it would be rude to interrupt THE GODDAMN CHAMP, after all.

[Beirus]

((Good game, Renegade. Although I knew it was going to be a high stakes round when PW started asking for a list of previous bids. Also, the Host reminds me of that show host from the Hunger Games.))
Mason Caldwell-Blue Barbarians-2 points


Mason does his best to smile at the host, although his eyes show a mix of relief and sadness. "I guess it's a good thing I donated some little swimmers before I signed up for the show. I'm sure the donation center could sell them for a premium now that I can't make any more." He laughs a little, although it sounds a bit shaky near the end. "I remember back in the first round when you told me fortune favors the bold. It drove me to be bolder in the last round of the challenge. I'd also like to thank the audience for killing that one guy and throwing him on the pile. Their enthusiasm drove me to win this challenge. My opponent was bold in his bids, but when it came down to the wire, I guess I was bolder. It's not about how many losses you have. It's about how decisive the victories you do get are." He continues to manage a smile as he speaks, attempting to manuever his restrained hand to give the audience a thumbs up with his remaining thumb. "Also, I'd like to say now that I will painfully murder any contestants who attempt to make a joke about my lack of fun bits." He finishes his short speech with this last phrase. As he waits to be unrestrained and taken backstage, he can't help but think I miss my fun bits.

Wait to be unrestrained and taken back stage, unless the Host desires any more conversation. Miss fun bits and testosterone.

((Heh, I was kinda hoping some audience members would throw some DD my way for a couple of extra points. Also, I'm assuming that the vending machine backstage doesn't sell synthetic fun bits.))

[Toaster]

((Never hurts to ask, now does it?  Steve isn't around to vent the contestant quarters.))

[GreatWyrmGold]

"I wonder why Mason didn't want to lose his left thumb. Ah well, shame for Al."

[Beirus]

((Never hurts to ask, now does it?  Steve isn't around to vent the contestant quarters.))

((Maybe I'll ask at a point where my character isn't still strapped to the table with an auto-doc that could mutilate him.))

[Scotsmen]

As he waits to be unrestrained and taken backstage, he can't help but think I miss my fun bits.

Sig'd.

[Kriellya]

Bids are in. Heh.

Allen:
Everything.
Mason:
Everything except his left thumb

How did I know this was what you needed the list for?

[piecewise]

The host holds his hands up to calm the uproar from the crowd  after Mason has finished speaking.

Now, shall we see how much you earned? Tally it up!

The Screen above mason's head rapidly starts counting up from 1, spinning through the numbers until finally slowing and coming to a stop on 37.

THIRTY SEVEN POINTS! The host shouts, helping Mason sit up as the restraints release. Thats a pretty good prize for what? 40% of your fingers and one leg, wouldn't you say? WOULDN'T YOU SAY AUDIENCE?!

The audience applauds as Mason is helped off the stage by a stage hand.

Now then, on to the Elimination round. Lets see, who is on the cutting room floor tonight! Hmm. Oh, it looks like it's just XEN! Poor Xen, he just can't catch a break tonight, can he? I almost feel bad for him. Should we cut him a break tonight, Audience? Thumbs up, Thumb down?