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📣 Day 31 — Roast Battle Challenge

Tonight’s challenge is as brutal verbally as past days were physically:
a full-on Roast Battle. First team to verbally annihilate the opposition wins.

Two podiums stand opposite each other in the camp amphitheater. One marked BIG SHOTS, the other RITUAL RULERS. Spotlights hit the stage. Mewo floats between them like a silent referee.

Mewo: “Roast with precision. Scoring based on crowd reaction, creativity, and emotional damage. Physical harm is unauthorized.”

(What follows very quickly breaks that last rule.)

🔥 ROUND 1 — OPENERS

Virian (BIG SHOTS):
“Yo Ritual Rulers, your performance has more ups and downs than Spamton’s brain chemistry. The only thing consistent about y’all… is how forgettable you are.”

Gayery (Ritual Rulers):
“Oh sweetie, you talk so loud I thought a generator broke again. You’ve got ‘main character energy’ — just not from THIS show.”

Crowd: OHHHHHH!!

🤖 ROUND 2 — TECHNICAL ROAST

Golden Freddy (BIG SHOTS) — voice calm, eerie:
“When the Rulers think they’re winning, they glitch harder than Steve’s spine did after Blobie flicked him into orbit. Your strategy is like his landing: scattered and unrecoverable.”

Crowd: Oof…

Kaibi (Ritual Rulers):
“No offense Freddy, but you’re literally a haunted animatronic. You’ve got better posture than half your team though—do they even sleep or just stare at the moon processing embarrassment?”

Virian yells: “WE SLEEP OCCASIONALLY!!!”

💥 TURNING POINT — INTERFERENCE

Suddenly—the arena lights flicker.

CREEEAAAAK

A mangled, nightmarish body drags itself onto the stage.

It’s Steve
—what USED to be Steve.
Half-skeleton, half-mass, eyes rolled different directions, limbs twisted.

Reanimated Steve: “iiiiSSSS teeEEEEvvvvEE…”

Then—without warning—he launches himself at Noxor, biting deeply into Noxor’s shoulder.

Noxor: “AHH—WHAT THE— get it off get it off GET IT OFF!”

He pushes Steve away, but too late. Veins along his neck begin to darken. Skin pale. Twitching.

Kaibi (panicked): “That wasn’t just a bite. There’s… something crawling through him.”

Golden Freddy (checking Noxor): “It’s a contaminant. Viral. And spreading.”

Mewo (calmly):
“Physical assault has entered play. Sub-event logged: ‘Infection Protocols Pending.’ Continue the roast.”

Everyone: “WHAT?!”

🎤 FINAL ROAST – UNDER PRESSURE

Virian (shaking):
“Sorry—I know we’re mid plague outbreak—but Ritual Rulers, even reanimated Steve has more comeback potential than you do!”

Crowd: mixed laughter/horror

Gayery stares at Noxor deteriorating:
“You know what? For once… I got nothing funny to say.”

Noxor (voice glitching, virus spreading):
“No—it’s okay… I’ll say it for you… Big Shots… are only winning because everyone else keeps dying.”

Middle Finger Cat: “Not our fault y’all keep becoming corpses and contagions mid-challenge.”

Mewo raises a single marbled paw.

“Challenge concluded.”

Crowd goes silent.

🏆 WINNER

🔥 BIG SHOTS WIN THE ROAST BATTLE 🔥
Despite the infection outbreak and undead stage crash.