I really want to see Paul use the squirrel grip at some point. He has done it before.
Bon Vivant of Violet
I really want to see Paul use the squirrel grip at some point. He has done it before.
mom said its my turn to have mod back
Originally Posted by Juiz
Soon new posts will be considered necrobumps
D:
Chapter Two: Ratchet and Hitler and Fizz and Gemini: All 4 One
We had a standoff on our hands: By one exit, there was the crime duo of Gotham, Joker and Harley. By another, rugby player Paul Gallen. Between them, a tiled floor, with mines placed at random intervals, with only the slightest of hints as to their locations. Everyone who was watching had the same question in their minds: How would any of them be able to cross the floor without blowing themselves up? For Paul, the answer was that he couldn’t. For the other two, it was a different story. Joker took out a pair of comic glasses with swirls on the lenses. While they outwardly didn’t look like anything special, when viewed through they painted enemies and objects of interest (in this case, Gallen and the mines) in a bright, red glow. Harley did…something, but it resulted in her seeing the same thing as the Joker (experts later identified this as her ‘Psychosis Mode’). So, while Joker took in the locations of all of the mines due to not being able to move with the glasses on, Harley opted for a more proactive course of action, jumping and flipping over the floor, avoiding every mine in her way and approaching Gallen with great speed. He swung his arm in a wide arc at her, but she used her momentum to slide under the attack. When getting up she kicked the small of Gallen’s back, causing him to fall over in pain right in front of Joker, who had taken the glasses off and had just strolled across the room. Paul tried to punch straight up, straight into Joker’s crotch, but he simply sidestepped out of the way. “Oh! This one has some fight in him!” The red mist had fallen on the rugby player, and he tried to swing out and catch Joker’s feet to make him fall over. The Joker jumped over this attempt, and proceeded to stomp on his forearm. Paul hissed in pain, momentarily forgetting about everything except the pain in his arm. “Oh dear, it looks like I’ve broken it! Oh well.” He raised his foot and used it to kick Paul in the face, causing him to roll over to in front of Harley, baseball bat raised. It only took three strikes for Gallen to be killed, but she continued until he was nothing but a mess of blood, tissue, and bone fragments.
Second death: Paul Gallen
“Take note, everyone: When you’re in the arena, do not go against the biggest psychopath in the multiverse and his second in command. Erm…is anyone going to tell them he’s already dead?”
“No. No way is that going to happen.” The Osohe Ghost had persuaded Kenny to bring his piano, something about him being tone deaf without it. As it had wheels, making the journey easier. But, having checked the barn in Hershal’s farm to find no gateway to another arena, found that the door to the basement was locked with no way of opening it, and there was no other gateway on the ground floor, the only way they could go was up one of the sets of stairs. And this was where the problem came in: Kenny was the one doing all the pushing, and while he was strong, he wasn’t ready to try and push a whole piano up a steep set of stairs. The ghost thought, and then signalled for Kenny to stand at the other end of the paino. Then, he started pushing with all his might. It made sense, when Kenny looked back on it: They both tried to bring it upstairs, with the ghost pushing it where it would fall, as he wouldn’t be hurt if it did. And, he silently told himself, if that happened they wouldn’t need to push it around anymore because it would most likely break. But, against all odds people would’ve bet on (and most likely due to bad writing), they made it all the way up. To their right were two people, who seemed to be very interested in hitting a red mound on the floor with a baseball bat. Without a word, they both hid behind the piano. The Friendly Ghost thought this was because they would discuss a plan of action, with the piano blocking any incoming projectiles if they were noticed before they finished planning. Kenny, however, planned to use the piano as a method of surprise attack, and pushed the piano hard, sending it flying towards the two clowns. It only went halfway before one of the wheels caught a mined tile, which triggered the mine next to it, causing the entire piano to be destroyed in a swift explosion. The FGPP was understandably pissed, and turned to Kenny with the intention of giving him a piece of his mind…
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” If it wasn’t for that voice reminding him of their being a bigger enemy at the moment.
The Wrestlemania arena has seen some interesting fights in its time, but none of them truly compare to the skirmish that was currently happening with a Führer in a mech suit with four chain guns, a humanoid cat with a sentient robot back pack, and an Aquatic Na’Vi, with two androids with a yin-yang colour scheme about to join in. Hitler was still firing at Fizz, who was continually running out of the way of the streams of bullets, not a difficult feat seeing how slow the mech suit was. Hitler felt several bumps on his suit, and turned around just in time for the fifth and final shot from the suck cannon to explode against his head dome. He tried to fire at Ratchet, but was distracted after the white Gemini Spark teleported right in front of him to slash in his face with an electric blade. Hitler still fired, causing the white Gemini Spark to be riddled with bullets. The aforementioned android just teleported away like nothing happened as Fizz hopped on his trident, and was sent flying towards Ratchet. Ratchet shot two shots of the Shock Blaster at him, before realising that it wasn’t stopping him and jumped out of the way. Ratchet pulled out his wrench and swung it at Fizz, only to be deflected by well-placed trident. They stared into each other’s eyes, straining to overpower the other’s melee weapon, and both came to the realisation of the best course of action.
Wander let the arrow fly, straight towards Gaim’s face. If it wasn’t for his extra quick reflexes, it would’ve stuck true, but his orange blade managed to impede it’s path, causing the arrow to instead fall to the ground. But that wasn’t it, Wander was firing off a whole volley of arrows at Gaim, forcing him to leap from pillar to pillar in order to avoid them. He followed the path the columns had made for him, until reaching the one just beside Wander. He reached behind for another arrow, but just felt an empty quiver. He drew his sword as Gaim smiled beneath his helmet, and leaped. Just before he left the platform he was thrown off balance as the Colossi, who had been aggravated by the constant falling of arrows, charged into and shook the pillar Gaim was on. This resulted in Gaim slamming his face into the pillar, and falling to the floor as the previous pillar fell down as well. He stood up, shaking his head to regain his senses, as the Colossi charged towards him. Wander wisely took a greater grip on the column, as it ploughed into Gaim and then the column, transferring enough force to cause it to fall.
It was infuriating to Arno for two reasons. For one, the Great Sacred Treasure never stopped to allow him to get close, or even had anything to indicate a weak spot. Second of all, this place was simply a pain to the eyes. Odd shapes and platforms with no clear purpose, fake walls and doors, you name it. However, somehow, the mech seemed to know where to go, so the best course of action would be to follow it. Arno thought to pick up the pace slightly, and risked moving faster, so to close the gap between the two. He did so, and just after the Treasure moved through another door he struck, sticking his hidden blade into a joint and then hiding behind the door frame. The GST turned around quickly, and headed back into the Labyrinth of Deceit. The hunt was on.
Sissel’s body still did nothing.
Frank West walked through the mall’s main entrance, and found himself in a large warehouse. To many people, it would look like a load of junk, but to Frank West, it was better than the mall he was just in. We wandered the one, winding pathway, investigating the mounds of chairs, baskets, fishing rods, animatronic heads, snooker balls, night vision goggles, Duff six packs, and so on. He eventually settled on a blue arm cannon he vaguely recognised from the mall, and he put a spanner down the back of his trousers, just in case. He then froze as he came across a body in a particularly narrow section of the warehouse, posed in an…unfortunate position, face turned away from him. Frank adopted a more stealthy approach, sneaking up to the downed man. He took out his shotgun, and not so stealthily blew half of his head off.
Sissel was annoyed intensely at how the man treated his body, but he guessed it couldn’t be helped. Maybe he didn’t know he was a spirit, thought he was unconscious, and decided to easily dispatch another enemy. In fact, his spirit had been moving constantly since the air horn sounded, moving from object to object, finally resting in the spanner that the reporter had picked up. Until he had the chance to kill or revive someone, staying with this man seemed to be the best option. They travelled through the rest of the warehouse (Frank made numerous noises indicating that a certain object had peaked his interest, but continued, thinking he had enough weapons. The moved into the next location, and both contestants groaned. The Labyrinth of Deceit had gained two more fighters.
What do you mean I have to spread my reputation around? Ugh.
Well, te episode is great, Sissel sprung into action, the body will probably continue to do nothing, a mech hunting a French assassin and the assassin hiding cowardly like he's well, French, Hitler incompetent as always... So great.
Third death: Piano
Great episode brudda!
but where's Deadpool
inb4 Kenny gets a double on Joker and Harley
Chapter Three: Episode Related Pun
The Labyrinth of Deceit was an ever changing area, Arno noted. He had successfully managed to lose the Great Sacred Treasure, however he had also managed to get himself similarly lost. He climbed the wall, and put himself on a midair platform. All of his equipment was in order, so the best option could think of was to activate his Eagle vision, and see if he could locate the other fighters. However, he swiftly heard numerous shots and explosions, and just a second later the one and only Frank West rushed through the door, taking a sharp turn to his left. The GST followed swiftly after, obviously in pursuit of the reporter. Arno took advantage of the distraction, and used his phantom blade to fire the two shots at the mech (reasoning it was a much bigger danger than Frank was), one in an arm joint and the other in the facial area. Both shots merely ricocheted off and slammed into the wall, bringing the AI’s attention onto the Assassin. A volley of fireballs was fired, making Arno jump off the platform and onto the floor. He fled the room as two blue blades seemed to hone in on him, but a sharp change in direction ensured that they missed their mark. The door automatically closed behind him, blocking any further attacks. He leaned against the wall and listened, as the gears literally turned in the Great Sacred Treasure’s head, decided that one of the two would most likely end the other, wasting their resources and making it’s job easier in the long run. Arno stood back from the wall, and turned around to see Frank rushing at him with his baseball bat drawn. As Frank swung, he ducked under it, and punched him square in the chest. Frank staggered back as Arno drew a flintlock pistol, but regained himself enough to swing the bat at the gun, causing a shot to fire at the ceiling and the gun to fall out of the Frenchman’s hand. Frank aimed for a crotch shot, but Arno jumped on and off the wall to get behind him, activating his hidden blade and stabbing it into Frank’s neck, severing the spinal cord. The reporter slumped to the ground.
Third Death: Frank West
“He actually wrote his own obituary. Here, let me read you it...on second thoughts, you already know what it says. Five words.” Oblivious to the announcer’s words, he retracted his hidden blade, and went off in search of another opponent.
Gaim got to his feet, still unsteady, head still reeling. The colossi did so as well, the stone growths that once protected it’s head now gone, broken off from plowing the Asian Power Ranger into a column. Wander climbed up a pillar still standing, having already learnt the right technique for dismounting the stone monuments when they were collapsing. This lead to the two powerful beings looking each other in the eye, before the 14th Colossi roared and charged at Gaim. The latter took his orange slice sword and tried to cut it as it passed, but it seemed to not even pierce the hide. As it turned around and charged again, he lept up, only using a fraction of his jumping power but still managing to land on it as if it was a horse, albeit facing the wrong way. He tried to plunge the sword down with all of his might as the Colossi tried to shake him off, but it merely glanced off, causing his weight to awkwardly shift and the Kamen Rider to drop and roll off of it. It turned and charged yet again, but Gaim stood fast. He simply raised his sword, with the aim to pierce the Colossi’s eye as it hit him. Instead, he was met with as much success as the other two attempts, possibly less so as it resulted on him being trampled on by a multi-ton being. All of a sudden, without any warning except for the use of the rule of three, the Colossi roared again in pain as Wander fell onto him, sword plunging into the space between the shoulder blades, or perhaps the neck. Either way, it was actually proving effective, as it was intensely painful for the beast, constantly rocking and ramming in an attempt to get Wander off of it’s back. Wander didn’t let go, though, and ultimately the Colossi let loose one final, dying yell, and slumped down, deceased. Black lines suddenly emerged from it, turning sharply midair and homing in on Wander, hitting him and being absorbed into him. This caused the man to fall down in pain, before they stopped and he hesitantly stood up again. Gaim couldn’t do anything but watch in awe.
Mecha-Hitler was struck simultaneously by a wrench and a trident, as the two anthropomorphic favorites had teamed up temporarily to take down the biggest threat. He tried to shoot them, but both were fast enough to stay behind the suit, all while beating at it constantly. This left two more targets to shoot at: The Gemini Spark twins, who just happened to enter his line of sight, side by side. They raised their arms as he wound his chainguns, and they simultaneously let loose a powerful blast: Gemini’s was a bolt of electricity, Hitler’s was a wave of bullets. They both hit their target, with numerous bullets hitting both androids, albeit not fatally. It appeared not to be the same the other way around, as Mecha-Hitler exploded, leaving a black cloud and a shockwave that blew back Fizz and Ratchet. Everything turned silent for a moment, with the black Gemini teleporting in front of the smoke cloud to get a better look. He heard...something. Was that...mechanical whirring? A stream of bullets plowed into the black Gemini Sparks, causing him (and his white counterpart) to turn into a white silhouette of itself, mini explosions occuring all over it’s body, before disappearing completely.
Fourth Death: Gemini Sparks
“Looks like someone deleted their vital functions files.” Loud boos could be heard, yet again. “Oh come on, you try to think of something! Oh, right, him.” The displeased sounds were not meant for the announcer, as the smoke had now cleared, revealing that Hitler had given himself a second wind. He stood, suitless, in a green suit and with a chaingun on each hand. He turned, with much higher speed than before, to face Ratchet and Fizz, both of whom gripped their weapons tightly. Hitler laughed, which transformed into a full, evil belly laugh, before winding up his chain guns to be able to attack again.
“Now, look what the cat dragged in.” Joker leered, putting an open hand in front of Harley. She took out her knife and gave it to him. “Now, why are you two looking so sad? Oh, this?” He kicked some of Gallen’s remains away. “That was nothing, don’t you worry. Now, let’s put a smile on that face!” He started to slowly approach Kenny and Osohe Ghost, seemingly having memorised the locations of all of the mines. The ghost made a exclamative noise, and signalled for Kenny to take his hands. When he didn’t, instead hitting his crowbar against his free hand menacingly, the usually Friendly Ghost grabbed the free hand and started heaving, trying to bring Kenny up in the air. It was slow going, and it caused Joker to stop and marvel at the sight, but the ghost was still bringing the survivor up and out of harms way. “Oh, how touching!” The Joker said, “But I’m afraid I’m going to have to bring an end to this.” He brought out his revolver, and shot once. It passed straight through the Ghost’s hand but hit Kenny’s, causing him to yell and to relenquish the grip he had formed on the Friendly Ghost’s hand, falling to the ground. He landed badly, hurting his left leg and collapsing, luckily not activating any mines. The Joker approached again, knife back in his hand and the revolver away, when Kenny sat up, pointing his pistol at Joker.
"Hello?" Sissel had moved his soul into the dead body of Frank West, and was now trying to speak with his spirit. Unfortunately, as is sometimes the case, the reporter's ghost was unconscious, and had taken the image of a blue flame. "Still asleep, huh? Well, better get to work..."
Last edited by rangernumberx; 08-15-2015 at 04:44 PM.
Yum, Colossus soul tendrils. My favorite.
RIP #14
Now the party's over
To be fair, you did choose one of the only naturally aggressive Colossi in the game, he wasn't going to get out unscathed against a selection platter of some of gaming's greatest warriors.Yum, Colossus soul tendrils. My favorite.
RIP #14
But hey, he could only be hurt by Wander's sword! That's true to source material, right?
Mhm, you're doing a great job with research, ranger. You're doing a great job with everything, actually.
Now the party's over
I covered wars you know
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