Character: Pat Sprigs/Gemini Sparks (Mega Man Star Force)
Stage: Labyrinth of Deceit (Kid Icarus Uprising)
Character: Pat Sprigs/Gemini Sparks (Mega Man Star Force)
Stage: Labyrinth of Deceit (Kid Icarus Uprising)
Final chance to enter!
Originally Posted by Juiz
Frank West - Dead Rising
Willamette Mall
GG WP didn't ban Fizz
Prologue: The Fighters
The crowd could be heard cheering from no discernible direction as the show started to be broadcasted across numerous universes and dimensions, each one either rooting for their representative to win or just watching for the carnage. The announcer for this series spoke out over the broadcast.
“Ladies, Gentlemen, and those of other identifications, welcome to this edition of Video Game Battle Royale!” Naturally, the crowd cheered even harder at this, and the narrator (who this time had an English accent) waited for it to die down before continuing. “Do we have a treat for you, as this is looking to be one of the biggest yet! This time, we’re trying something different with the stages. Unlike previously, where we’ve had one mish-mashed arena or switching between them one at a time (or, you know, just had one stage), we’re having parts of all of them going at the same time, connected through certain entrances and exits. These fighters are going to have to take care, because they may need to react to the new area to be able to win. You all know the rest of the rules, so let’s go and meet the contestants!”
The cameras shifted to a traditional street, looking like a set piece from one of the Les Miserables movies. In the middle of the street was a hooded figure, with a blue coat which billowed out behind him like a cape. “First up is the French assassin, Arno Dorian! Arno works for the Assassins in revolutionary Paris, possesses numerous skills such as Eagle Vision, and enjoys long walks on the beach. Anything you want to say?” The assassin just glared while looking up, trying to locate who was talking to him. “Thought not.”
The camera changed to the standard Battlefield stage from Super Smash Brothers Brawl, floating inexplicably in the air, with a few doors in the background (the camera was viewing it as it normally does while battling on the Battlefield stage). On the top platform was a blue being wielding a trident, which some Hyrulians mistook momentarily for a Zora, and caused all League of Legend players watching to sigh deeply from annoyance. “Coming from Bilgewater, it’s the Tidal Trickster, Fizz!” The naturally aquatic being smiled widely, and waved with both arms high in the air, turning around so everyone could see (or so he thought).
The camera changed again, heading to an urban city, towered over by a…well, a tower, with a wide, circular dome on top of it, encircled with four distinctive, smaller red domes. As the author realised at this point he couldn’t describe for s**t, he just resorted to inserting an image. A humanoid stood in the area in front of the tower, looking like a Power Ranger, wearing a mostly blue suit with golden additions on his legs and arms, bumped orange shoulder pads and chest plate, and a helmet incorporating all three of those colours, alongside a golden, sword-like curve above his visor. He was noticeably wielding a sword that looked like an orange segment. “This person over here, viewers, hails from the land of Japan, and is sometimes known as Fruit Jesus. Call him what you want, but it’s Kamen Rider Gaim!”Spoiler:
“This is my stage now!” Yelled the aforementioned fighter.
“Well, it’s a good thing this guy is in here, because look what else we have!”
Another camera change, and we see an old colosseum, similar to the traditional Roman style, with two opposing gates. In the centre was, of course, a giant mech. “It may usually be piloted by someone else, but it has a functioning AI that we’re going to put to its limits today. Hailing from the Kid Icarus universe, forged by Dyntos, and capable of defeating the God of Death, it’s the Great Sacred Treasure!” The machine stood stock still in the centre of the arena, making no sound at all. “Looks like we’re not going to get much from him either.”
“Our next contestant-“ The viewpoint had switched once again to a camera looking over a giant warehouse, with a winding path running through it. The contestant in question was wearing a red suit and had blond hair in a hairstyle that must have taken an entire bottle of hairspray. He also had his face on the ground, his ass in the air, and wasn’t moving. At all. The announcer gave a small, awkward laugh. “Heh heh, trust me, he was like that when we found him. Erm…anything you want to say?” The body just stayed being dead in the middle of the path. “Right. Moving on!”
Up next was another location from Kid Icarus Uprising, a weird location filled with blocky objects, all coloured shades of blue or orange. Those who utilised the extra camera function (used so all viewers could focus on the fighter they wanted to, or to just examine the different arenas) could see numerous trippy events which made them quickly switch back to the main show. The main camera was focused on, for some reason, two figures, one with a white body and the other with a black one. They both had a golden arm (right for the black one, left for the white one), green faces, orange hair, and a golden horn. “That’s right, these guys are controlled by the same mind.” A small voice could be heard in the background, reminding the announcer they couldn’t actually confirm that. “Shut up! Anyway, prepare for trouble and make it double, because it’s Gemini Spark!” The screen switched viewpoints quickly, so to avoid any questions or concerns about letting a duo fight (A statement released later said that “Video Game Battle Royale© stands by its decision that Gemini Spark was controlled by a single mind, and therefore qualified as one fighter.” This did not change the amount of backlash they got).
The next area looked more like a stereotypical deserted castle than anything else. It was made entirely of grey bricks, with cobwebs, moth eaten red rugs, and crumbling pieces of debris from the walls as far as the eye can see. In this stage, which one would usually think to be deadly silent, was a faint piano tune. The camera switched again from the entrance hall to the main hall, where a piano appeared to be playing itself. Zooming in, a lone ghost was revealed, happily playing and dispelling the previous illusion. “This guy is one you’ll want to keep your eye on, well, unless you want to lose him completely. An Osohe Ghost, known by most as the Friendly Ghost Playing Piano!” The tune he was playing shifted into the first 9 notes of the Final Fantasy victory music, before instantly switching back to his previous composition. “Well, he must be confident.” Nobody else knew the exact meaning of him using music played at the end of a won battle, so they just used that explanation. “Anyway, good luck to you!” The ghost waved, before returning yet again to his piece.
As soon as the next fighter was shown, the majority of the crowd began to boo. And who could blame them? In the middle of a huge arena, with tiered seats on all sides and exits in the centre of each wall, in the middle of the wrestling arena, was a mech. A mech with two chain guns on each arm. A mech with a clear dome on the top of it, revealing a certain man’s face. “Ladies and gentlemen,” A yell crying discrimination was heard in the background. “*sigh* And those of others identifications, a man that needs no introduction. Adolf Hitler.”
“Guten Tag.” Hitler said, among the boos.
“Well, let’s move on quickly.”
A non-descript alley was next, with a name plate on the side calling it “Crime Alley”. It was dark, with torn advertisements and graffiti on the walls, a large metal ventilation shaft running alongside one of the buildings above head height and (for some reason) rain was lightly falling in this one area. A woman was standing in the middle of the alley, leaning on a baseball bat. She wore red and black corset, blond hair tied in two pigtails (one highlighted black near the bottom, the other one highlighted red in the same location), and a face turned white with makeup, with the exception of the eyes and the lips, which follow the rest of the body’s motif of red and black. “The first half of the anarchic duo I’m about to announce, give it up for Harley Quinn!” The crowd did, indeed, cheer, with some wolf whistles mixed in. Intense annoyance of those could be seen on her face, even in the darkness.
“The second half is right here!” The announcer said as the audience was treated to a view inside of the adjoining building, Arkham Asylum. The character in question was sitting on a chair sideways, so his legs cam over the armrest.
“Yes, hello audience!” The figure leaped up, announcing everyone watching. “I’ll be your victor for the evening! The yin to the Bat’s yang, the clown prince of crime, the one you’ve all been waiting for, THE JOKER!” Despite being as horrible, or even possibly worse than Hitler, the Joker managed to bring one of the greatest cheers from the audience, due to his pure charisma and just plain being well known.
“He said himself, folks.” The narrator wrestled audience control back from the Joker. “Now, we must move on.”
“Oh, don’t go! I haven’t even started yet…” The Joker tried to get the Announcer to stay with him, but it didn’t work.
The next arena was a unique one. A large, grey, square room, with a tiled floor and a large door in the centre of each wall. Some of the tiles had a number painted on them in a darker shade of grey, and just in front of one of the doors was a man with a light blue t-shirt, a very short haircut, a gum shield, and holding a rugby ball, absentmindedly tossing it up and down. “This figure in front of you now, everyone, is the professional rugby player Paul Gallen! However, the true marvel of this part is the stage. Just look at it!” Silence could be heard all around, as no one knew what to make of such a plain looking room, Paul included. “Oh, you’ll see. You’ll see.”
We meet our next contestant on an average looking American farm, complete with the red barn and the white, old fashioned house. Sitting on the front porch, with a pistol, hammer, and crowbar lying beside him, was our next contestant, wearing a red and white cap, a big beard and a glorious handlebar moustache. “Seeing that the game this guy’s from has less confirmed alive characters at its end than A Song of Ice and Fire, it goes without saying that this guy’s a survivor. But how well will he do? We’ll find out soon enough. It’s Kenny!” The zombie survivor didn’t pay any attention to the announcer. He was focusing right in front of him. He remembered this location, but he didn’t remember the great big castle just out of the front gate.
Another camera change, another arena. This time, a round arena is seen, with an A insignia plastered on opposite sides of the wall. The stalls were protected behind resistant glass, although they were empty. It all was, with the exception of a single being in the centre, looking like a humanoid cat. “A favourite for this season, the Captain, the Dread Pirate, the Butcher of Bogon, I expect you’ll be seeing a lot of him, it’s Ratchet!” Ratchet, who up until now had been waving at the unseeable audience, stopped, and talked to his silver backpack, who seemed to have a head.
“Hey, why didn’t he mention you?”
“Well, my programming seems to have been altered in such a way rendering me almost completely immobile, meaning I won’t be able to help.” Clank replied.
“Great.” Ratchet said, as the public’s attention shifted elsewhere.
The grass and old stone monuments in the next arena posed a contrast to the dark metal of the last. “Here’s another one of our odd beaters!” The announcer was talking about the boy wearing sandals which came up to just under his knees, a rather long hair style (although it nothing compared with, say, Sissel), and traditional looking garments, over which he wore a black poncho with a white design on it. On his back was a sheathed sword. Like the Great Sacred Treasure and Kenny before him, he didn’t say anything. He was instead nervously eyeing the Colossi, who was just wandering around the area, sniffing the ground, indifferent to the human who was on his territory. “It’s Wander, the slayer of all of the Colossi!” The crowd cheered, neither beings payed attention to such, and the announcer moved on.
The next stage was the entrance plaza of Willamette Mall, with stores lining the walls. However, unlike it was when the fighter was first in this location, the front doors are no longer locked and barricaded. “Time for someone who can literally use anything as a weapon,” The camera focused on a man sitting on a bench, shotgun besides him while he flicked through functions on his camera. “He’s covered wars, you know. Frank West!” The crowd cheered, Frank waved, and thousands of bets were made as to what his first kill would be made with.
The final room was rather ornate. Well, that may be the wrong choice of words, but it was obvious that the owner of the house had a lot of money. “Ladies and gentlemen, our final fighter for tonight, last but not least, the one, the only, CORY BAXTEEEEEEER!” Somehow, the cheer that erupted upon the mention of this character was far greater than that of Joker’s. The black kid in question just seemed to eat all of the attention up. “Well, that’s the fighters, everybody! Now sit back, relax, and enjoy as s**t starts to go down!” An air horn was heard, signalling for all of the fighters to start, as the crowd cheered loudly once again.
*clap clap* That is awesome.
Prologue? I could've fit 10 deaths in there!
*Ahem*
Your research seems to have payed off, looking forward to this
Bon Vivant of Violet
"Gum shield"
you mean mouthguard
mom said its my turn to have mod back
Tennoutaten
Spoiler:
Nope, I mean gum shield. That's what we've called them over here.
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