Chapter One: Death of a Legend
The air horn sounded, and the Joker leapt up from his seat. He put his arms behind him and stretched, before strutting towards the only door in the room. He pushed it open with great force, posing with his arm held forward as the door banged against the wall and into the rainy alley. “Harley!” The woman, who had been heading towards the building anyway, responded with delight.
“Mistah J!” She rushed up to the clown in the doorway, who shrugged her off without even paying proper attention.
“Now, how about we get down to business?” They walked together down the alley, with the rain somehow not even making the slightest smear on their makeup. As they reached the end of the alleyway, they heard an explosion just before being able to see into the next zone: The hyped up yet visually boring Minesweeper stage, with one noticeably smoking tile.
The air horn sounded, but it still took Kenny a few seconds to collect his thoughts enough to be able to stand up. But stand up he did, putting the hammer and pistol into his trousers for holding while keeping the crowbar on hand in case of emergency. He knew he had two options. He could stay put and wait for someone to come by, possibly create some defences, salvage something that can be used as a weapon and hold out that way. He might even discover a passage in one of the doorways in the house or barn, and be able to quickly dip in there if he saw something of particular interest. And yet, despite how much that seemed to be common sense, there was some sort of allure that the castle had that called him to come in and explore. He stood there, frozen again while his feelings were torn, before ultimately deciding to head into the castle. If there was anything terrible, he could just head straight back. Inside, he was greeted by visuals that would have made him think ‘haunted house’ if not for the exterior, and if not for the unfitting background music. Something played on a piano, that sounded…jazzy? Seeing a bigger room in front of him with a piano just visible around the door frame, he headed in, ready to strike with the crowbar at a moment’s notice. Entering the room, he slowly approached the piano, waiting and expecting to see some sort of kid playing it, based on how he couldn’t yet see anyone. All of a sudden, the Osohe Ghost appeared from thin air and he leapt back in fright, exiting the visibility radius and rendering the ghost invisible. He approached again, slower this time, and reached the piano before the ghost seemed to even notice him. Even then, it just seemed to be a passing glance before going back to his song.
“Hey,” The cogs were already drawing the conclusion in Kenny’s mind. From his experience surviving the apocalypse, he knew that teamwork paid off greatly, at least in the short term. Long term, things could get difficult, but that didn’t appear to be a problem, seeing that one of them would have to die anyway. He took the hammer out of his trousers and offered it to the ghost. “I know that survival is easier with someone else, and you don’t seem homicidal. Want to pair up?” The ghost happily took the hammer, and nodded in agreement to the formation of the team. In the background, an explosion could faintly be heard.
The air horn sounded, prompting Paul to drop to the floor to examine the tiles around him. If the announcer brought special attention to the room, there must be something particularly special about it. The problem was, besides from some tiles having numbers on them, there was nothing notable about the area at all. He stood up, and hesitantly took a step forward. The new tile sank slightly under his foot, but otherwise nothing else happened. He stopped. Stepped back. Thought. Then, he drop kicked the ball across the room to see what happened. On the first bounce nothing out of the ordinary occurred, but on the second a loud explosion to happen just where the ball landed, causing Paul to look away and for his ears to ring briefly. Looking back, there was nothing left of the ball at all. But enough of that, his first opponents appear: A thin clown and a similar looking woman, coming out of the entrance to his right.
The air horn sounded, and MechaHitler started to walk forward. Very, very slowly. On the bright side, he didn’t even have to stop or try to jump over the ropes. Instead, he just ploughed through, the ropes breaking and snapping back without even breaking his stride. However, the sheer size of the area didn’t compliment his speed at all, and he was barely off the main stage when he saw his first opponent, somewhere in the distance. He wound up his chainguns and fired, while storming forward. Very, very slowly.
The air horn sounded, and Fizz hopped down onto the platform to his left, and then down onto the ground. He put his fist to his chin, and turned from side to side to constantly look between the three doors which were now in front of him, deciding which one to go through. Ultimately, he chose on the door on the right. Heading through it, he entered a vast room, with a metal monster right in front of him. Grinning, Fizz tightened his grip on his trident and ran to the side, avoiding the stream of bullets that MechaHitler had just hurled at him.
The airhorn sounded, and Ratchet immediately set down to take note of his inventory. He had the Shock Blaster, the N60 Storm, the Suck Cannon, his trusty wrench, and…
“Really? A Tyhrraguise? What am I supposed to do with this when everyone’s out for my blood?”
“I do not know, but I’m sure you’ll find some use for it.”
“Yeah.” Ratchet put his Swingshot…wherever all of the items came from in the first place. “Is there anything you’re still able to do?” In response, Clank stuck two propellers out of his arms and one from the top of his head. “Got it.” With everything now being in its place, Ratchet set out to find his first opponent. But, upon his first step, a section of the floor sank down. It set off a chain of devices, all of which caused panels to turn over in sections of the walls, revealing lots of levers.
“I’m sure I don’t have to tell you how much of a bad idea it would be to pull one of those.”
“I know, I know.” Ratchet was using his Suck Cannon to take in the few small crates around the arena. Satisfied with the new ammo, he quickly walked through the nearest open gate, to see a blue being and a metal monster about to start fighting, AKA the two enemies right up his alley. He ran forward, Suck Cannon ready to fire.
The air horn sounded, and Gaim headed forward to a bigger juxtaposition than the castle on Hershel’s farm: What looked almost like an old, ruined temple amidst grassy fields, right up against the modern buildings of Zawame City, separated clearly by a line, on which the grey concrete instantly transformed into dirt and grass. In this area, the first thing he saw was a single figure, climbing a pillar. The second thing he saw was the pillar shake, and the figure struggling to hold on but succeed. Whatever spell the Colossi was under was removed upon hearing the air horn, causing it to become it’s usual, aggressive self. Having failed to knock it down on the first strike, it backed off, shaking his head, and spied Gaim. It roared, and charged straight at him. Although with his numerous over the top stats he could probably wrestle the thing to the ground, he decided to take the chicken’s way out and decided to use his jumping ability to easily scale another nearby pillar. He did so, causing the Colossi to completely miss him. Both he and watcher looked up, and looked the other in the eye. Well, probably, it was hard to tell through the orange visor. Before Gaim could say anything, Wander had raised his bow. Looks like there wasn’t a partnership to be formed here.
The air horn sounded, and the first thing Arno did was scale the side of the building to reach a good vantage point, and to stay out of sight. To the left was a pale blue wall, with a large, angular hole in it. To the right, another wall, this one made of ancient orange brick. As he was looking in this direction, he saw a large mechanical being slowly hovering down the street. It was so large, it was just a little bit shorter than the area he was standing on, causing him to hide behind a chimney to avoid being detected. After it passed and headed into the Labyrinth of Deceit, Arno crouched walked behind it, waiting to find a particular weak spot to take it out quickly.
The air horn sounded a minute ago, but Gemini Spark had not managed to get anywhere, due to doors being on the ceiling, walls painted to look like a continuation of the corridor, and even corridors that had the white Spark running at full pelt to get to the door while not getting any closer, while the black Spark just managed to walk and progress normally. However, they did manage to both reach the end eventually, and heading through the door showed them the same sight that was seen by three other contestants: A large room with seats lining the walls, a wrestling arena, and an anti-Semitic mech, an Aquatic Na’Vi, and a humanoid cat with a robo-backpack starting to duke it out.
The air horn sounded. Sissel’s body continued to do nothing.
The air horn sounded, and Frank decided to do what any normal person would do under the circumstance: Go shopping. He walked up the entrance plaza, deciding to head into John Wayne’s Sporting Goods, browsing their inventory for something to add to his arsenal. Of course, the first thing he went to was every classic zombie movie’s favourite weapon, the traditional baseball bat. As soon as he picked it up, he heard an unrhythemed tapping sound, causing Frank to dive behind the counter in wait for the being making the sound. As it turned out, it was a black kid, tapping his drum sticks together to form what he somehow believed to be a tune. Of course, this was a dangerous opponent, so Frank took the most sensible option of grabbing the cash register and throwing it at Cory. It hit him right in his side, making him drop his drumsticks. Cory clutched at where the register hit, while bringing out some sort of pen in retaliation. Frank charged, baseball bat raised high, as Cory fired some sort of yellow gas from the pen, hitting Frank square in the face and just causing him to stand there, stunned. But only for a second, as Cory could barely take out another pen before Frank was getting ready to knock his head for a home run. It almost seemed like time was up for Cory, before the reporter tripped, causing all of the annoyance of the same act in a game of Super Smash Brothers Brawl. The oil slick had been created by the second pen Cory had pulled out, which he threw at Frank before walking away, obviously thinking that his display of self-defence would suggest that he should not be attacked. The hole that appeared in the middle of his chest a moment later proved him wrong, as he fell to reveal the smoking barrel of Frank’s shotgun.
First Death: Cory Baxter
“Well, the pen may be mightier than the sword, or baseball bat in this case, but shotgun beats all!” The announcer added. Well, that’s what people think he added, but all they really heard was the tearing of numerous betting slips all over the multiverse stating that Cory would win. Frank walked up to the downed kid, raided his pockets to see if he had any more of the pens he just used, and then walked off to the south, towards the main entrance.
Good episode, Looks like he's outta the house
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RIP the best character.
Also how can the ghost olay hinting songs now ;-; he's tone deaf without his piano
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I am PolarBore's official Assistant Mangager (again)
Hey, Sissel's BODY. His spirit, on the other hand, is doing stuff we'll see next episode.
The map? I literally scribbled it down in a couple of minutes as I made sure that there were the right number of doors connecting, but here it is. I'll include the actual areas included and where the doors to different areas are.
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Nice, really put in there some effort
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