Code Zulu Alpha: Nerd in the Apocalypse!

As soon as the second game was announced, a set of lights that trailed around the whole compound lit up and it was connected to the lights coming from the central play area and the main entrance. Furthermore, more flags were planted in this place's cardinal and intercardinal directions and there were cameras placed near them to provide ample footage.

With that said, our Jimmy guy waited for the cheers to die down before he cleared his throat and spoke on the mic.

[Alright~ The rules are very 'simple':]

[I already mentioned that this is a relay but not only would each family race around the compound, but the kegs of beer we've prepared for you will come into play!]

[As you can see, each family is given four kegs of beer—made with my recipe, of course—and the goal is to finish them all and have each participant run at least a lap. Why, you ask? It's because for a participant to be allowed to run around the track for a single lap, they should have drunk a single mug, B-B-BUT! If a runner is too full to drink in the later rounds, their teammates will be allowed to cover them but at the cost of two full mugs!]

'Hmm…'

[ALSO!]

[Just a word of warning, you can have a person or two stay back and drink their hearts out for their teammate, but do remember to drink moderately or to pace yourselves. They're still required to run a single lap at the minimum and running with a full belly of beer will be trouble, just saying.]

[And remember, only two members from each family are allowed to run at the same time—since it's still a relay… kinda—but the ones at their respective table could continue drinking and add up to the number of runs available to them. Oh, and spillage will be deducted from your time so don't even think about cutting corners or doing something shady. Let's keep it a buck and enjoy the free beer by yours truly.]

'How many times is he gonna say that he made the beer…'

[Other than that, everything is open to interpretation, and please enjoy the most amazing and most delicious— JIMMY'S CERVEZAS!!!]

'...'

At the same time the rules were being explained, a case of the same beer—but in bottled form—was served to each of the heads, but I just opened one and took a small sip before I just held it in my hands and offered the rest of my team the remaining bottles.

'It's really good though…'

"You guys want some? Just don't drink too—"

The twins instantly cut me off, "Ooh! We'll take one, thanks~!"

"Sure… Be careful of—"

"Ah!"

As 'luck' would have it, and in some sort of way how twins would sometimes be a little too in sync, the moment they twisted the caps of the bottles I handed over to them, the contents just spilled out into their short gowns and drenched their bodies.

"Ah, you two okay?"

Their clothes were already fitted but the beer just made it stick to their bodies more, highlighting their features.

With that said, the rowdy crew of grease monkeys behind us couldn't help but ogle and catcall, but my group was already there for the rescue. Even if the twins were in a certain line of work, they never looked so embarrassed the moment the beer spilled onto their clothes.

However, at this point, the game was about to start so I had to hurry up and nip it in the bud.

I just casually turned around and faced them before I opened my mouth, "Hey, the game's about to start and I don't want to miss a second of it. Since almost all of you are injured, it's gonna take me about five minutes to beat up half of you before the other half surrenders or gets rescued by Quinn so… How about we 'keep it a buck' and act like this wasn't the first time we saw two ladies get wet?"

But as usual, threats don't usually work on dumb people.

"HAH!"

"YOU GUYS HEARING THIS?!"

"FUCKING WHITE KNIGHT, I TELL YA!"

"THAT'S SO FUCKING CRINGE!"

"WHAT'S SO BAD ABOUT WHAT WE'RE DOING IF YOU'RE JUST GONNA FUCK THEIR HOLES LATER?!"

"FUCKING HYPOCRITE!"

"YEAH!"

"YOUR BIG BODYGUARD'S NOT HERE! YOU THINK YOU COULD TAKE US ALL ON?!"

"D-Don't push it man…"

"R-Right… Right… ANYWAY! FUCK YOU, MAN! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?!"

I was this fucking close to grabbing one of them and throwing them over to the other side but it was at this moment when the twins stood up and broke their spirits.

"YEAH! HE'S GONNA FUCK OUR HOLES LATER BUT GUESS WHAT?!"

"HE'LL REACH US DEEPER THAN WHATEVER YOUR MICRODICKS ARE LIKE AND HE'LL AT LEAST MAKE US CUM!"

Tatiana joined in, "YEAH!"

"Tatiana?! Why are you—"

"They're speaking facts. What are you on about?"

"..."

Despite that, the twins continued their onslaught.

"YOU WITH THE NOSE RING!"

"M-ME?!"

"YES, YOU!"

"ALL THE GIRLS ARE COMPLAINING ABOUT HOW YOUR DICK AND BALLS FUCKING SMELL SO FOR THE LOVE OF FUCKING GOD, LEARN TO USE A FUCKING SOAP!"

"AND YOU WITH THE FAKE EYEDROP TATTOO!"

"YOU LOOK LIKE YOUR TOUGH BUT EVERYONE IN THE PINK HOUSE KNOWS YOU CRY EVERY TIME YOU CUM!"

"WHA— WHA— WHA— THAT'S NOT TRUE!"

"IT FUCKING IS! DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TIME YOU WASTE BY REQUESTING TO GET HELD AND CUDDLED! TOO FUCKING MUCH! YOU EVEN USE A SEPARATE VOUCHER FOR IT!"

"AND YOU! THE BIG GUY AT THE BACK WITH A HOTDOG!"

"WE KNOW YOU ALWAYS REQUEST TO GET FISTED BY ALMA BUT JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, LEARN TO WASH THE INSIDE OF YOUR FUCKING ASS! WE DO THE PREP WORK SO YOU SHOULD DO IT TOO! YOU EVEN LEAVE THE PINK PANTIES YOU USED TO WEAR WHEN YOU WANTED TO GET DOMINATED! IT'S SO FUCKING DISGUSTING, YOU SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF YOURSELF!"

'I guess this works too… a little too much… Emo~tional~ Da~mage~'

The twins kept pointing out specific people from their minds that did something to them and their co-workers, but I was more surprised at how much information they could retain and how detailed they were.

However, since I heard them as well, everything they said would be ingrained in my head. Even if I acquired bullets those people couldn't dodge, the image of the acts they had partaken in would forever live with me.

With that said, our side of the viewing platform couldn't be quieter because almost all of the people behind us looked like they aged several dozen years.

But on our side, it was a little sudden earlier but we officially welcomed the two in our fold.

After a few moments of the twins claiming victory over Quinn's crew, they eventually excused themselves to get a change of clothes.

The race had already started its initial phase when they came back wearing workout clothes, but nothing too mind-blowing happened while they were gone.

In which case, the moment the relay started, everyone picked up a full mug of beer and drank it at the same time, and the first two who finished their mugs from each family first ran like the wind.

Everyone from each family did the same thing though Quinn's group and the Alvarez Family continued to drink mug after mug, and it prompted each family to do the same after a few moments of deliberation.

'Pacing oneself is the logical choice but there was more to it than that… It's still a race but as our host said, the ones left unsaid are open to interpretation… and that's the key. This will be a game to test both sides of the most obvious approaches…'

With that said, my crew had a slight advantage in speed among the runners that first made use of the track, but unless I saw everyone do their time, the winners couldn't be decided at this stage. However, there was one particular participant in the Castillo family that caught my eye.

The dude was a guy on the shorter side but he was definitely barrel-sized.

Furthermore, he had this overgrown beard and long braided hair, and if he was holding an axe and a shield, I would mistake him for a fucking dwarven warrior. But that was not what caught my eye and it was the amount of beer he was taking in his huge belly.

It was like he wasn't breathing as he kept slurping everything up like a vacuum, and he only stopped because his beard got into his mouth. At one point, he actually asked for a boba straw to make slurping easier for him, and to everyone's surprise, he started running the moment their teammate got back.

'They know what's up.'

They were on the slower side of the race but if he could continue to drink beer like there's no tomorrow, they'll end up with fewer laps to run around.