RMNVERSE BATTLEDOME SURVIVOR - GAME THREAD

After officially overseeing the lock-down for night time on Welp-X2, Warden "Renegade" Snarggle found himself searching desperately for a cigarette. The Lungcancer Smooth vending machine was fresh out. His private reserve had been chain-smoked the past day Welp-X2 day. This frantic search had brought him to the Module, a secret bunker where elite button pressers control every door and gateway in the facility. 
When Renegade yanked open the entrance, a cloud of smoke plumed outwards into the hall. It was a good sign. Inside, the warden found the lone officer seated next to a vast bank of switches. The officer was a Pug-Honder, with crazy bobble eyes, a tongue that didn't fit inside his mouth and little to no neck. It was of slight annoyance that the officer had his hind legs propped casually on the desk, and that he was reading a dirty magazine (Playpup). When the officer turned the magazine on its side and unfolded a big poster, he began to pant happily.
"Ahem!" The Warden announced. 
At once, the officer noticed Renegade and started hitting switches to look important, his magazine discarded on the floor.
"Officer Evacgod! Do you... Have any cigarettes?" Revenge sniffed innocently around.
Somehow disappointed at not being barked out, the pug-like Honder rooted around in the piles of garbage and candy wrappers on his desk. Triumphantly, Evacgod held aloft an unopened pack of Yellowteeth Slims. They'd do.
The Warden plucked the package from Evacgod's unwitting paw, and scrambled to pull one out. After managing to light one and take a puff; Renegade let out a slow and satisfying stream of smoke.
"So, Officer, what's been going on around here?" Renegade wondered, nonchalant. As if making up for the fact he stole a pack of smokes.
"Uh, there's not really been anything... Just some killing," Evacgod said lazily. 
"Killing?" Renegade's temper flared up. "Where?"
"Oh, in the showers of Unit 50. I think them Gladiators have gotten out of Unit 60, maybe," Evacgod explained while staring at a monitor which flicked between images.
"Those scum... I told them only 1 person dies per day. With Black being a gimmie, we're up to 4 dead!" Warden Renegade began pacing. Coming to a conclusion, he said, "Seal the area."
While Officer Evacgod was busy on the control board, the Warden disappeared out into the corridor.

While lighting his second Yellowteeth Slim, Renegade grumbled to himself. The way to the Control Room was made especially clear by any and all personnel. 
"So those baffoons killed off Black, as fun as that was... It was unexpected. Then our failed attempt at Enna Syke was rendered useless next to the powerful Gladiators. Then they go and kill off Mess Iass -- who in turn kills that Sarah Pauling II with a blast of radiation! What the yolk else could possibly happen over night?"
Arriving at last in the Control Room, now entirely out of cigarettes again, the Warden thumps his paw on a desk. "Who died?!"
Hercules and Oddyseus both visibly jumped.
"Died? Oh!" Hercules fumbled with the controls for a big screen on the left wall. "Glad you're back, Warden. We discovered something weird!" 
On the screen were two pictures. The first was the explosive nuclear deadzone where Mass exploded all over Sarah II's face. It also showed a strange word scorched into the opposite wall. 'RUDE' was burnt in place.
The other image was of Enna Syke, the Sharksperion Gladiator with the weird ability to lose her head. She laid dead in the shower. Someone had also taken the time to write on the wall, 'RUDE is on the Rise' with lipstick.
"What the what is all this?" Renegade demanded. "Who killed Enna Syke? Who wrote all this? What's all this about rude?"
"Uh, first of all, sir, we do not know who killed Syke." Oddyseus zoomed in on the message beside the Sharksperion corpse. "However, I may have a theory about what the Rude stuff means."
"Go on," Renegade advised wearily.
Sitting up proper, "I believe it is an anti-Fight Fest movement, founded by F-Bomb last year. I've read that they are trying to dismantle the who Gladiator entertainment industry of the Empire!"
"So, what you're saying is that some of this show's contestants are fighting AGAINST fighting?" Renegade had to sit down. "What are our options?"
Just then, the telenode was held up by Heracles. "Sir, it's CEO Selsor."
"Not now!" barked the Warden. 
"It's Priority One, sir."
Reluctantly, and with the caution of a dog who knows when he's about to be beaten, Renegade popped on the telenode.
Selsor's severe hologram face again displayed vexation. "Warden, let me cut to the chase. Brother i has reason to believe that Fight Fest III may be under terrorist attack. Be careful if you know what's good for you. Fail me in routing out these rebels or you'll be overseeing the sewage systems on Goatsea with no one but C.L.Y.V.E. O.S. to keep you company."
The hologram disappeared and the connection cut before Warden Renegade was able to get a word in edge-wise.
In retaliation, he punched Oddyseus in the jaw so hard, the lieutenant went flying into the giant wall monitor.
"Hercules, start the Day Protocol. It's time to wake the Gladiators!"

Power Serum - Jack-in-the-Box: You can pop your head up like a Jack-in-the-Box that popped out of the box! Silly! No application in this game. (Vanilla Player)

Power Serum - Nuclean Man: Emit nuclear energy on command. You may explode in certain situations. Your radiation also defuses mental probes.

Power Serum - Third Eye: The Ying and Yang of life flower through your mind. You are mentally able to determine the flow of energy in other beings. Your power is so intense, you will be psychically linked to each individual you scan.