Video Game Battle Royale: Season 2 All-Stars!

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Chapter 3

Log:

And thus, two evils continued to collide. Mecha-Hitler was now just plain Hitler, and Metal Sonic was not showing any signs of slowing down. Hitler was facing a bit of a problem though, while he is certainly more mobile outside of the suit he still finds himself kind of outclassed. Metal Sonic charged another chest laser, which Hitler was able to dodge just in time and strike back with some bullets of his own. They landed, but still did not seem to do all that much damage. Well clearly if it isn’t working, you just have to do it more right? Hitler Strategy 101.

Meanwhile Lester experimented with his newfound weaponry. He fired a few shots out of the N60 Storm killing one of the poor tadpoles, figured out how to use the charge function on the Shock Blaster, and even somehow got some more ammo from the Suck Cannon sucking up the apple pieces… wait what. He also tried using the wrench as a boomerang but failed miserably, and he didn’t bother to try getting it back. He had a sword any way so ‘twas no big deal. And then he tried the Thyrraguise, and looked down at his arms… Somewhere in the back of his mind he thought, “I have become a monster, I guess I might as well accept it.” This was perhaps the point of no return for the old Lester.

Speaking of old, let’s take a look at how SCP-106’s pocket dimension is looking right about now. Sam Fisher continued to wander around the place, following footprints that led to nowhere. SCP-106 was showing up in completely random places, but when he fired at him absolutely nothing seemed to happen. He tried an EMP grenade once which seemed to cause the thing to hesitate for a moment, but then it disappeared into a wall again. Sam Fisher was trying his best to keep a cool head, but even a battle hardened guy like him got a little unnerved in this sort of situation. Constant echos, the Old Man showing his face every once in awhile… it was clear that he was just trying to mess with Sam now. Sam Fisher detected his presence once again, and immediately turned around to see SCP-106 standing right behind him. Sam Fisher Krav Maga’d SCP-106 to the ground easily, but Sam found his gloves to be partially melted away just by touching the thing. He held 106 to gunpoint, thinking he had a clear upper hand now. But SCP-106 just laughed and disappeared into the ground. “Son of a…” murmured Sam. He had nowhere else to go so he still had to march on. Somehow, he heard a cannon fire in the dimension. How does that even work?

Skarmory finished preening his feathers and decided to take flight at last. Over the fence he saw a pissed off German guy with a pair of chainguns and a vaguely familiar looking robo-hedgehog. Also it looked like the hedgehog was winning, but Skarmory decided to lend Hitler a “hand.” First Skarmory somehow made himself faster with agility… however that works. And then he swooped in, landing a surprise steel wing on Metal Sonic’s side. Surprisingly enough, it left a visible dent. Things would be looking up for the duo, but Hitler confused Skarmory for an EVIL FOREIGNER’S PLANE and started shooting at Skarmory as well. The damage done was small however, one turn of leftovers was enough to heal the damage back.

Lester heard the fighting behind the fences, but that was not what interested him. There was a strange allure to the overturned boot surrounded by blood, yes… blood… he has seen plenty of that before. He headed towards it without hesitation. Other than the occasional twitch, there was no expression on Lester’s face whatsoever.

The totally not gay three-way continued. Bullets flied everywhere, weirdly damaging wind this way and that. Metal Sonic wanted nothing more than to end it quickly. An energy field surrounded Metal Sonic, and both Hitler and Skarmory could tell something big was about to happen. Hitler responded by diverting all of his attention completely to Metal Sonic, trying to shoot at Metal Sonic. The bullets did seem to do some minor damage to Metal Sonic, but the robot did not flinch at all. Skarmory on the other hand, did. He was still able to heal off the stray bullet damage with his leftovers however. Something told him that he kind of needed to be at full health for this

Sam Fisher looked around, turns out he was completely lost now. He had a bad feeling about this.

Lester continued to splash his way towards the boot and the blood, but for some reason, an uneasy feeling crept up on him.

Mudcrab stayed right where he was, but something seemed a little off. He decided to go on the alert for now.

TUNE IN FOR CHAPTER 4 WHERE SHIT GOES DOWN

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Kubby:

The conversation between Trevor and his mother continued.
-...what do you take me for? A prostitute? Still?
-You’re a creepy ass motherfucker - Axel got to Trevor, and began spinning his chaingun. Trevor’s mom has disappeared.
-IT’S NOT LEGALLY FUCKING IF YOU DON’T PENETRATE! - Trevor stood up, enraged at Axel’s poor choice of words.
Axel began firing. Insane amount of bullet’s have hit Trevor.
Second dea-
Trevor no-sold it. That’s the power of his rage mode. He pulled out a hammer out of his inventory, and struck Axel in the jaw, dislocating it. Then, he shoved him to the ground, and stomped on him once. He was about to stomp more, but then Axel grabbed his leg and threw him towards a building. Philips had enough of dealing with Twisted Metal competitor. He took a grenade, pulled the pin off while running towards Axel, and shoved the explosive into Axel’s mouth, breaking some of Axel’s teeth as well.

The explosion happened, throwing Trevor in the air, but causing no lasting damage. Axel on the other hand… Well, his torn down feet were the only thing that remained.
Second death - Axel
Trevor stood up, calmed down (rage mode is over), and was ready to kick some more ass.

In meantime, Aiden Pearce has connected to a device.
Device ID: 4X3L-1337N008
Connection established.
Performing self-test...
Wheel_Drive - OK.
Steering - OK.
Chaingun1 - Error code 22 - System does not respond
Chaingun2 - OK.
Balance_System - OK.
Self-test complete.

The giant Poojectile has hit Geralt and knocked him back. The mystery fighter continued throwing toilet paper, but he got pushed away by a figure with a sword, a bow, and some arrows.
Wander never understood people. Why exactly would you take on a giant monster with nothing but toilet paper. Why exactly wouldn’t you leave it to a pro.

Are you serious, human, you make me bored
Can’t think of you harming me with that sword.
So, face the powe- oooww
this actually hurts, wow

Wander kept slashing with a sword, while dodging the poojectiles. That ancient sword really is nice. Though, it could not point out the location of GMP’s weak spots. The Poo began backing away from Wander, just quick enough to get away from him

Trololooooo, Trololoooooo-
Cue the unknown fighter flinging toilet paper into Poo’s mouth. That’s when Wander noticed the weakspot in there. He did not want to go there, but what can you do.

Geralt got up, drank a potion, and stepped into action.

[rangernumberx]

Ranger:

Mega Man couldn’t discern what he was facing. It looked like…a turtle? A demon? Another incarnation of Guts Man? Whatever it was, the abomination was cross. He reverted back to his standard mega buster. This monstrosity looked a lot more like a robot master, so its shots would probably be more effective. Bowletta stomped forwards, and spat a fireball. Now this was what he was used to. He fired tested it’s durability by firing two shots at it, both of which were deflected, before jumping and firing the remaining shot that could remain on screen, hitting Bowletta’s shoulder. Unknown to Mega Man, it did as little damage to Bowletta as they did to Joker (think of them as little balls of weak EMP: Do decent damage to robotics, although they’re still so weak a good few needs to be given to strong enemies to defeat them, and they just singe anything organic), but she didn’t let that be shown. Instead, she fired another couple of fireballs, at varying heights. Mega Man masterfully dodged them all, spraying his blasts at intervals, sometimes hitting, sometimes being reflected off of the blasts. Here, Mega Man finally realised that if she’s firing fire, she may be weak to water, but she did not look like any of the other fire-based robot masters he had faced, so it was hard to tell. He changed weapon, as Bowletta let out three yellow/red spheres, which floated in the air around her. A bubble lead was sent towards them, trailing the ground, and the top of it just skimmed the top of one of the Flarets. The bubble disappeared. Perplexed, he fired three more, all three of them striking the floating orb, and promptly disappearing. The third one was different, causing both the bubble and the Flaret to disappear. Mega Man smiled. He had done it! He worked out the solution to beating Clusterf**k Woman! The smiled disappeared as the remaining two orbs were absorbed into Bowletta, restoring her of any visible damage. Annoyed, Mega Man switched to his metal blades and threw one, hitting Bowletta’s arm. It sparked off of the scales, and left a noticable scratch, but it was purely cosmetic. Bowletta herself was unharmed. Mega Man’s greatest weapon appeared to be useless. He gulped, and quickly scanned through his memory banks, to see what weapons he had that could possibly take down this behemoth.

Jaina, having rushed to the top of the tower, was now resting, staring at her five cards and thinking about combinations that could be made with her five filled mana crystals. There was one particular card she was just itching to use, but alas, the nine mana cost was just unachievable at this current point in time. Well, at least she could do one thing with all certainty. She lifted up a card, and gave an order to the Shieldmasta as it glowed. “Make sure he doesn’t come up as quickly as I did. And you,” She addressed the Wisp. “I know you can’t attack, but act as a distraction until you can.” The spirit slowly sank down, through the floor.
Bishop stalked through the halls, sub-machine gun still ready to fire at any point. Pokemon Tower had been evacuated for this VGBR, so all that was causing him to quickly turn and shoot was the shadowy figures of the gravestones. The ground floor was finally deemed clear, and Bishop slowly went towards the stairs.
“Ja-ha-ha-ha mon!” A troll barrelled down them, and Bishop leaped backwards, firing several rounds at it. They all missed the charging being, but it wasn’t a faultless dodge, as he ended up crashing into and breaking several gravestones. It stood up, looking no worse for wear, and charged towards Bishop, axe in the air. Bishop tried shooting until he ran out of ammo in the gun, but they were all blocked by the shield. The axe was swung down and in desperation the same sub machine gun that was being used was raised in an attempt to block it. It worked, stopping the blade but badly bending the gun, rendering it unusual in the traditional sense. The Sen’jin Shieldmasta swung again, with Bishop opting to just throw the relatively useless gun into his face, and to draw the shotgun. The troll was stunned long enough to put a shell in its direction, half hitting the shield again, half hitting its torso, knocking it over. Bishop turned around and jumped, an ethereal blue face floating not even ten centimetres from his own. He stepped back and fired, but there was something wrong. If you were to watch in slow motion, you would see the ammo being fired as usual, but slowing down at a much more rapid rate, coming to a complete standstill before striking the Wisp. Bishop didn’t see that. All he saw was the shot he fired instantly freeze in mid-air, then pelt backwards. He ducked, several of the scattered balls implanting themselves in his shoulder. The rest headed straight for the dazed body of the troll, some getting blocked by gravestones getting in the way, but most of them striking their mark, taking away the single health point left that was keeping it alive. It turned opaquely gold, and then dissolved, as the Annoy-o-Tron did. The Wisp lowered, finally ready to attack, but Bishop fired off another shotgun blast. This time, there was no other minion with taunt, so the attack had no problem with hitting, and then killing, the 1/1 minion. Bishop leaned against a nearby greavestone, and picked himself up with it, shoulder still smarting from where the turncoat shotgun shots had hit but failed to get through the Kevlar. All he could ask himself was, what the hell happened just there?

Bishop wasn’t the only gunwielder having trouble with their opponent. Gordon Freeman was trying to find an opening against Amaterasu, but it wasn’t as easy as it sounded. First of all, there was the fact that she was a goddess, with all of the power that may entail. Secondly, she’s fast. Gordon couldn’t keep up with her, and when trying to aim she either moved so erratically, or she moved even quicker than usual for four seconds, rendering her almost a blur. His shotgun and pistol lay strewn to the sides, being knocked out of his hand as soon as they were drawn. It was all he could do to try and dodge or deflect every strike that was sent at him, but it was plain in his mind that he was slowly failing under this plan of attack. For Amaterasu, it wasn’t fast enough. She manipulated the water, dragging some of the sea straight into Gordon’s side. He wasn’t expecting an attack of the style or from that direction, making him stumble over to the side, leaving him open to a power slash knocking him over completely. Amaterasu leaped in for the kill, only to get a crowbar smashed into her muzzle. Gordon stood up, shotgun back in hand, and started pumping and firing rapidly, only for Amaterasu to slow down time again and dodge all of the attacks. Amaterasu used her cherry bomb, exploding it at Gordon Freeman’s feet.
Major fractures detected. Warning! HEV Suit has been dismantled. Please make sure all components are fixed properly. Major blood loss detected.
Freeman was high in the air, his lower legs being blown off from the close range bomb blast. The amount of morphine made him feel instantly sleepy, and he landed heavily, breaking numerous ribs, his arm, and losing consciousness. These injuries would’ve killed him fairly quickly, if it wasn’t for Amaterasu ripping his throat out.
Third Death: Gordon Freeman
“…And she’s hungry like the wooolf.” Ranger sang, as Kubby’s winner bit the dust.

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Turtle:

Kenway’s body explosion did little to harm Hecarim’s velocity. He broke the speed of sound pretty quickly.

He passed by a huge mountain of poo, the body of Valve’s posterboy, and a certain Reich, before breaking the fabric of time and arriving back at the arena.

He saw himself slamming into Kenway, then disappearing.

Hecarim: I.. uhm.. what?

Another Hecarim appeared behind him. He stared at the Hecarim slamming into Kenway.

Hecarim 2: I.. uhm.. what?

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Dion: No! How do I stop myself? Someone, help!

Lawlzor: Well, it’s obvious the physical impact of the blow combined with that of your friend dying rendered you unconscious and unable to act. Your body, however, being a weird crossover created by Adonis, is now roaming the arena as the Meta-Knight, seeking blood and vengeance!

Dion: Oh.

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Meta-Knight approached Booker, who was opening his eyes.

Booker: Elizabeth?.. is that.. you?

Meta-Knight grabbed hold of his banhammer with two hands, and raised it above his head.

Bigby: Ahem.

Meta-Knight looked behind him. And slightly up.

Bigby: Aren’t you a bit small to be playing with weapons?

Meta-Knight: No.

Bigby: Oh, the little guy can talk! How ‘bout you step away from Mister DeWitt over there and go find something else to play with?

Meta-Knight: No.

Bigby sighed: Look, can you just -

Meta-Knight slammed the banhammer into Bigby’s crotch.

Ouch.

Bigby growled, falling down on the sand, mumbling something about little shits.

Meta-Knight turned towards Booker. Who.. wasn’t there?

Booker used a Charge vigor, slamming into Meta-Knight, knocking him down.

Booker stepped back, wiping the blood of his face.

Deadpool: Looks like we got a three-way bout over here! DeWitt versus Bigby versus Meta-Knight! SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOZEEEEEEEEEE FEST!

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Meanwhile, the Hecarims were stacking.

Hecarim12: I… uhm.. what?

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Draven and Bard stepped away from the ultimate

Draven: OH MAN DID YOU SEE HOW I REKT THAT DUDE? I’M THE FUCKING GREATEST EVER, THAT WAS 100% ME!

Bard frowned, then the meeps started saying bad, bad words.

Draven: Don’t worry, Bard, you’ll be as good as THE GLORIOUS EXECUTIONER someday!
Bard opened the shop.

He sold his support items.

Bought 6 Infinity Edges (6 x 80 Attack Damage, 6 x 20% Critical Chance)

Draven: Wtf is that build, dude?

Bard punched Draven in the head.

Critical strike!

1827 Damage.

Ouch.

Draven’s smug smile was quickly replaced by a hole.

THIRD DEATH - DRAVEN

Deadpool: COSMIC CARETAKER? GIVE ME A BREAK? THAT GUY IS SAVAGE

Bard skipped over Draven’s body, with meeps closely behind him.

Deadpool: Wait.. what the hell is that?...

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The Original Hecarim (In his Arcade skin) was sitting on the top of the arena, on a column.

Below him, 50 Hecarims (classic skin) were ready to ride into battle.

Arcade Hecarim: MY BRETHREN! TODAY WE TAKE OVER THIS ARENA FOR THE SHADOW ISLES! MARCH! MARCH FOR hugs and love!

50 Hecarims charged forward towards the other contestants.

[Kubby]

Chapter 4

Log:

Metal Sonic finished charging his attack. He paused one quick moment for dramatic effect, and watched the two back away. And then… he released. Electricity pulsed around him having a ridiculously wide area of effect. Hitler and Skarmory had absolutely no chance of avoiding it. Suddenly, after a flash of light, Metal Sonic could see the aftermath of its attack. The fence surrounding the area has been partially melted. Confirming that Ring Spark Fields can in fact, melt steel beams. It saw a scorched earth, the last remnants of that apple have seemingly disappeared. He looked to his left, and saw what appeared to be a pile of blood and bones. The Führer has fallen once again.

A cannon fired.

SECOND DEATH
Mecha-Hitler-Poles. Well… sorry mang but it’s fucking Metal Sonic :c

Metal Sonic then looked to his right, at a motionless hunk of metal. Two down, now for the rest of these weaklings. thought Metal Sonic. However, that hunk of metal was slowly getting up, battered as it might be. Skarmory, holding onto the absolute last of its vitality let out a weak cry.

Iron Pigeon
Skarmory
HP: 1 Thanks Sturdy

Since Metal Sonic had to slow down after using this strenuous attack, he wasn’t able to do too much about Skarmory’s next move.

Iron Pigeon used Whirlwind

Metal Sonic was sent flying to the opposite side of the stage, he even crashed into the magical electricity force fields. While the shields did do some (magical) damage to him the impact wasn’t too bad. Either way, Metal Sonic was now the robot equivalent of being pissed.

Sam Fisher heard another cannon fire while he was still trapped in SCP-106’s dimension. How much time has passed? How many deaths have there been again? How much longer do I have to hold on? And when will this fucker show his face again? Sam Fisher thought to himself, he lost track a while ago. He was trying the best that he could to keep his cool, but anxiety was creeping up on him at this point. Sam knew that only one or the other was going to come out of this dreaded place alive. Suddenly Sam felt a lot more motivated to find the Old Man again.

Skarmory got a little health back thanks to leftovers but that was hardly enough. He had to use roost while Metal Sonic was out of his face. As such, he did.

Metal Sonic had his eyes set on the hunk of steel that was currently roosting, and he wanted vengeance. He saw how vulnerable the Skarmory was and decided to try sniping it from where he was. He started charging its laser, so dead set on killing skarmory that he paid no mind to the figure slowly rising behind him.

Lester continued to wander towards the blood and the boot, he was getting very close now. He saw the floating corpses of tadpoles, but was not moved at all. What was going on in that boot was of far more interest. Lester moved onward through the red water, towards his destiny.

There you are thought Sam Fisher and SCP-106 simultaneously. They were facing each other, about 3 meters apart from each other. SCP-106 walked slowly towards Sam with a twisted grin on his face. Sam Fisher pulled out his assault rifle, and unloaded all of his ammo into SCP-106’s chest. Bits of SCP-106 were flying everywhere, but 106 continued to walk towards Sam. Actually, conveniently enough one bit of 106 landed right over Sam Fisher’s goggles. He panicked for a moment, vision obscured as SCP-106’s… “skin” started corroding the goggles and start heading towards his eyes. Sam was forced to take it off lest he wanted to lose an eye. SCP-106 was getting closer. Sam Fisher pulled out his Five-seveN and shoot him in the head, but even that didn’t stop 106, though it was clear he was getting weaker. Once again parts of 106 flied everywhere, one of which landed on Sam’s other eye.

Sam cried out in pain. He tried not to panic but his strong psyche had been significantly weakened by his stay here. In reality, not all that much real time had passed, but it felt like ages in the maze. SCP-106 grabbed a hold of Sam, and after that, there wasn’t much Sam could do.

SCP-106 dropped Sam Fisher back into the water, he was not completely dead yet but he was immobilized. Meaning he could do nothing as he drowned.

A cannon fired.

FOURTH DEATH
Sam Fisher-Gonad. Why? Because Sam sux.

Lester watched as Sam died. Old Lester would have ran away right that instant, but alas, no longer. He walked inside the boot.

“Oh, I guess you guys want to know what the third death was, huh? Don’t worry we’ll get there.” Said spheal to the audience.

By using this time to roost, Skarmory made a fatal mistake. By staying in the same spot, Metal Sonic had no trouble whatsoever aiming his chest laser straight at Skarmory’s head. Metal Sonic locked on, and was now dramatically charging his laser to get the maximum power output. As that stupid inferior hedgehog I loathe so much once said, “YOU’RE TOO SLOW!” thought Metal Sonic as he was just about to release.

But just at that moment, something gripped his torso. Metal Sonic looked down at what appeared to be a giant claw. Given a little more time, Metal Sonic could have easily gotten out. But Mudcrab wasted no time tightening his grip.

Metal Sonic felt himself fall, he was only half the hedgehog he used to be. Metal Sonic used his final moments to reflect on what he had accomplished. He looked back to all of his fights with Sonic, and how he never seemed to be able to beat that hedgehog even if he was supposedly superior. To this day he has yet to kill this fucker.

This can’t end now… I haven’t even accomplished my primary goal... thought Metal Sonic

Memories of the last battle royale flooded his head as well, he remembered how he had won the whole game. Hell, he even killed that stupid metal Big Bird in that one. Why was this different?

This can’t end now… thought Metal Sonic

He had so much more he could fight, so much more he could do…

Metal Sonic’s “mind” began to numb as his exposed circuitry hit the water. He was fading out… and then he exploded.

In the end, Metal Sonic was the one who truly made a fatal error... It was ending up in Log’s arena.

A cannon fired.

THIRD DEATH
Metal Sonic-Gilbert. Mudcrabzilla 2 stronk.

“Huh, guess I should have shrunken down that thing after all.” Said the spheal, pretending to feel guilty but actually trying to stifle his laughter.

Suddenly Mudcrab was shrunken down to a far more appropriate size. Mudcrab looked around, not really comprehending what happened.

Skarmory used roost again, and it was at full health once more. He heard the explosion, and decided to check it out.

SCP-106 stared at the strange disgusting monster inside his boot. 106 had no idea what to do against something like that. It didn’t look particularly tasty or fun to mess with. Little did SCP-106 know that this thing was exactly the kind of prey it was looking for.

“For the record, we only need one more death before we can end this.” Said the slightly more excited sounding spheal. “Let’s do this.”

TUNE IN FOR CHAPTER 5 WHERE THIS SECTION REACHES ITS EXCITING CONCLUSION! … I guess.

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Kubby:

Poo, busy fighting Wander, was caught off guard by Gerald’s Aard sign. It was the easiest of the signs. A witcher, such as Geralt, simply needed a hand gesture and some focus to propel pure energy towards their target, pushing and stunning them.

Wander finally got a gist of climbing a semi-liquid substance, and began to scale the surface of Great Mighty Poo, digging his hands deep in his shit. If this was Turtle writing this part, it’d turn into some fetishist erotic stuff. He gripped his sword in both of his hands, and penetrated GMP’s mouth. His sword was so hard and so stiff, it broke one of Poo’s teeth. (he did not have much left anyways). To Wander, GMP was just another giant monsters. And those really did suck. He got into the Poo’s mouth (while those rooting for him were relieved to hear the Poo’s toxin needs to get directly into the bloodstream to be effective. ). Then, he struck his sword right into the roof of his mouth.

Poo screamed in pain, and spat Wander out. Then he spat out Wander’s sword. Geralt took the occasion to further push GMP. Great Mighty Poo tipped over the gate, and fell into the water, slowly dissolving in the endless body of life-giving liquid
Third Death - Great Mighty Poo

The mystery fighter was nowhere to be seen. Geralt looked at the water, now slightly brown, all proud of himself, and then, an arrow hit him in the knee, while everyone got struck by an outdated meme. He pulled it off, shrugged it off, and noticed Wander with his bow and arrows.
“Fucking killstealer” - Wander said something for the first time.

Trevor looked at Axel’s corpse (well, at what remained of his corpse, the legs.) Then, he reloaded his SMG, ready for more combat, when he heard something. He turned around, and noticed Axel’s machine heading straight at him. Philips leaped away, but the vehicle hit him anyways, causing him to drop his SMG.

Geralt pulled out his own ranged weapon, his crossbow. He aimed it at Wander, fired three times. He however only hit once before Wander closed in, and smacked it off his hands. Both pulled out their swords. Geralt’s weak point showed up in Wander’s eyes. Yeah, nothing out of place. The swords clashed.

Trevor pulled out his RPG, and took a shot at the rogue one-axled vehicle. The missile pushed it back, giving Trevor time to reload, but caused no lasting damage. He took another shot, which was roughly as successful at the first glance.
“Pitch sensor damaged” - a message appeared on Pearce’s phone. Great. He now had to rotate the machine himself. The Minigun barrel began spinning, while the machine rotated itself to aim at Trevor. The task was made harder, since now Pearce had to override the pitch sensor, and control the vertical rotation himself.

The as the swords clashed, Geralt realised Wander could actually match his strength (with all the holding onto the Colossi, ya’know.). Not only that… He spotted a weak point of Gerald’s steel sword, and struck it, causing the blade to detach.
- Not again… - Geralt sighed. Time to bust out the signs.
First the Yrden, the magic trap. The lightning emerged from the trap, zapping Wander, and slowing him down. He jumped away from sign, and pulled out his bow. Then he discovered the sign also destroyed projectiles passing through its vicinity. Geralt picked up his crossbow.

Pearce then noticed someone picking up the Trevor’s dropped SMG. That, was the mystery fighter.
-Is that another spy? - Pearce asked, thinking of that guy who could compete, but could not win no matter what, and scanned the guy....Huh. - Didn’t you die a little too early to compete in All-Stars, dawg?
This distraction was enough for Trevor to approach the machine. He noticed the wiring exposed from the detachment of one of the miniguns, pulled out a gas tank out of somewhere, and poured it into the machine. Then, he pulled out a stun gun (yeah, he had to be non-lethal in one mission.), and fired it into the wiring, both shorting out some circuits, and igniting the fumes. He ran away, ducked behind the cover, and sniffed some of the fumes himself, while the machine was on fire.

The magic trap effects run out, just as Wander ran out of the arrows. Time to charge. Focusing on Geralt’s chest, he ran towards him, completely ignoring getting ignited by the Igni sign, and jumped at the Wither, intending to impale his heart. The sword got stuck halfway in, and Wander lost the hold of it in shock. His chest. It hurt. How did it hurt. Sure, Wander sorta shattered the Quen sign’s shield, but it managed to deflect some of the damage to the Colossus defeater. That, and he realised he’s on fire. Geralt aimed the crossbow, and soon enough, the bolts pierced through Wander’s face, going through his eyes, mouth, and getting stuck in the forehead.

FOURTH DEATH - WANDER

-Rest in peace - Geralt said to the body of Wander, coughing up blood. The Wander’s sword wounded his lung instead of his heart. - That actually was challenging. - And he drank a potion improving his regeneration factor, pulled the sword out of his body, and went to meditate in a place where no one was as likely to find him.

Pearce looked at the machine’s wreckage.
-Damn it. Almost had this psyc-
His thought processes were interrupted by an SMG firing at him. One bullet went through his left hand, ridding him of a middle finger. Another one went through his forearm. The right one. The others… missed. And then one went through his smartphone.
-Fuck you, Satoshi. - Aider said to the now less mysterious figure.

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Ranger:

Jaina was leaning on one of the statues at the back of the top floor when Bishop had cleared the other floors.
“Hey! It’s great to see you again!” Standing between the two, in all of his puppy-like excitement and mannerisms, was Water Elemental.
“Likewise.” Bishop responding, glaring at Jaina through the assault rifle’s sights. “You do realise that this place is a graveyard? Don’t you think that’s a bit disrespectful?”
“Not as much as this.” She lifted up a pile of papers, before incinerating them with a Fireblast, which she casually threw at Bishop. The FPS protagonist turned to the side, causing the Fireblast to just miss him. “Apparently they’re planning on turning this place into a radio tower.”
“And what about the bodies? The grave markings?”
“Apparently, they’re to be moved to a tiny building, with only a couple of gravestones.”
“That...makes no sense. They would just let that go through?”
“Apparently. Anyway, Water Elemental!” The mass of liquid bashed it’s formed fists together. “Let’s go.”
“I’m sorry for this.” It said, before launching a fist straight at Bishop. he ran to the side, firing bullets towards the assaulting minion. One hit, and while it just went straight through him, it sent a stream of ice back down it’s flight path. It struck Bishop, causing a patch of ice on his kevlar clothing and knocking him into a pile of gravestones.
“Ergh...and for that matter, why are these gravestones so close together? There’s barely any room to-” Bishop’s plot hole pointing was silenced when Water Elemental’s fist collided with his face. It hurt tremendously, but didn’t do overly too much damage. In fact, all that it did was envelop Bishop’s face in water. Water Elemental went forward, completely covering Bishop before he could completely get his bearings. He pulled the trigger to his rifle, but it failed to fire due to being completely submerged. He thrashed about, trying to swim out of the monster he was slowly drowning in.
“What do you want me to do with him, Jaina?” No answer could come before Bishop managed to break out of his living container. He pulled out his pistol, before realising that that had also been submerged. Jaina lifted a card as Bishop raised his knife, and another fireblastl formed in her palm. But this one didn’t stop at the size of a football, it kept growing, until a giant sphere of flames was being held before an awestruck Bishop. He stumbled and tried to run away, aiming to hide behind a gravestone to save himself, but this wasn’t Independence Day. The Fireball enveloped him, leaving nothing but a pile of ash in the graveyard of Pokemon.
Fourth Death: Bishop
“Can someone tell Jaina that burning someone is supposed to be a lasting, damaging effect, and not...well, that’s certainly lasting. It passes!” Ranger said, as Jaina and Water Elemental started to leave the area, a new card floating into her hand.

Metal Blade? No, it just glanced off, as seen. Atomic Fire? No, this thing utilizes fire in its attacks, and seems to absorb it. Leaf Shield? That thing’s useless in every situation. A fireball struck Mega Man, knocking him back. He switched to a pink and white colour scheme, and started firing his Quick Boomerang weapon at Bowletta. While they didn’t ‘cling’ and bounce off, they didn’t seem to impede her either. Bowletta took a swipe at him, and Mega Man jumped back, causing all the people watching this particular battle to realise it was just a very repetitive sequence of Mega Man firing, Bowletta no-selling it, her attacking, and Mega Man either jumping out of the way or being hit, but not letting it phase him for more than a second. But something seemed to be changing. Bowletta now appeared to be using his avoidance as a way to push him against the wall, by advancing every time he stepped/jumped backwards. He switched back to normal, not wanting to completely waste its energy tank, as they left into the main exit hall. Mega Man charged up a shot, bided his time, jumped over an incoming fireball and sent a large shot, charged to it’s peak, straight into Bowletta’s face. This knocked her face back, and actually caused some damage. angering her. Mega Man smiled, having finally found a mode of attack. However, Bowletta was angry. Pissed, even. She roared, and turned her body a pitch black, her teeth, metal bracelets and outlines a fiery orange, and her eyes and head boobs a neon pink. Several stars formed, and were shot quickly at Mega Man. He jumped over one just to get struck by another, and then another, as a fourth was heading for him, before it froze in midair. Mega Man fell to the ground, decently damaged, as Bowletta stood there, anger radiating in the stillness. He turned and ran, heading out of the main entrance, turning off his Time Stopper just before he left so to leave a little juice in it’s tank. Bowletta saw the little blue man warp suddenly, just catching a glimpse of him leaving. She stomped off after him, and headed into The End, with Mega Man having cleared some distance between him and the gate. Jaina and Amaterasu, coincidentally, came through into the arena at the same time, causing a stand-off between the four remaining fighters.

The four characters faced each other, in the empty wasteland of The End. Mega Man was back in his standard colours, mega buster ready to fire. Amaterasu growled, and the flames on her back seemed to burn even fiercer. Bowletta laughed, and subtly began to build up a flame in the back of her throat. Jaina stood by her minion, as a new turn started with her gaining a card and having her mana crystals refilled.
“I just want to remind all of you, as soon as one of you die, the other three are heading to finals! Make this a match to remember. Three…two…” Bowletta spat a fireball, and Jaina responded by throwing one of her own. They collided in the centre, causing an explosion that signified the start of the free-for-all, regardless of what Ranger attempted to do.

[Kubby]

Turtle:

Deadpool: COME ON BITCHES!

He jumped in front of the Hecarims

Deadpool: HEY THIS IS A STUPID GAME BUT WE HAVE RULES! YOU CAN”T JUST COPY YOURSELF 50 TIMES THAT’S FUCKING OP SO I WILL HAVE TO ST-

Deadpool was stopped short in his rant as 50 Hecarims ran over him, smashing him to bits.

Good thing he can’t, like, die.

Bigby, Booker, and Meta-Knight were on one side, Bard on the other side.

The Hecarim stampede was about to shrek both of them.

Bard had his ultimate up.

He looked over to Bigby, Booker, and Meta-Knight.

He could save them.

With one last motion, he threw his ultimate up.

On himself.

Before becoming invulnerable, Bard threw up a middle finger to his 3 enemies.

Even supports have their limits.

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The Hecarims were so close to the three contestants, and they had to do something to save themselves.

Meta-Knight covered himself in his cape, as Booker aimed his skyhook at a column, jumping up.

However, Bigby grabbed onto Booker.

Booker: Get off me you hairy fuck!

Bigby growled and grabbed tighter onto Booker, as he was pulled up onto the column.

Booker kicked Bigby in the teeth, and similar to the Lion King, Bigby fell down into the stampede of Hecarims.

Booker: BOOYA!

The stampede of Hecarims stopped into the wall.

Hecarim31: Now what?

Hecarim18: Idk. What should we do when we stopped charging?

Hecarim 43: All my life I’ve been charging, and now I have to stop?..

And those were his last words, as the arena wall blew up, to reveal Deadpool with a remote in his hands.

Deadpool: When all else fails, blow shit up.

The real, Arcade Hecarim climbed down, and looked at the carnage.

Meta Knight was fine, protecting himself with his cape, and Booker descended from the column, just as scumbag Bard emerged from his ultimate.

Bigby was on the ground, twitching.

Booker approached him, and pointed a shotgun to his head.

Booker: Sorry, bud.

But before he could pull the trigger, Bigby jumped up and grabbed him by the throat. His eyes turned bright yellow, and he was starting to grow fur all over. He growled, and snapped Booker’s head right off.
FOURTH DEATH: Booker DeWitt

Bigby cracked his knuckles.

Meta-Knight suddenly twitched, then fell down to the ground.

Deadpool: The fuck

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Dion was smacking his head against the white wall.

Polar: Uhh.. Dion? I’m not sure that’s helping.

Gunnut: Yeah but it’s hilarious as fuck.

With a final smack, Dion cracked the white wall, and he could see the world through the Meta-Knight’s helmet.

Dion: I’m back, eh?

[GonadTheNomad]

Stop killing my fakn characters. ;-;

[Turtlesauce]

Stop killing my fakn characters. ;-;

Sorry.

[Kubby]

Chapter 5

Log:

One more to go… the end seems so close…

But when you look at who we’re dealing with that might not necessarily be the case.

Skarmory flew over to the other side of the arena. He was fully healed but his hard armor was still noticeably battered from the ring spark field earlier. He was still kicking though, and this next fight probably wasn’t one where Skarmory would be in much personal danger. Skarmory had no idea that Metal Sonic had died or how it happened, but the blue scraps in the water told him all that he needed to know. It’s strange how much clarity there is in these muddy puddles, Skarmory could detect the motion of the scuttling crab almost immediately. Skarmory was not designed for this kind of hunting, but he could try.

SCP-106 watched as the monster charged up its shock blaster, seemingly aiming it directly at him. 106 had no idea how this monster could even detect his presence, but he knew he had to do something about this thing. SCP-106 dropped down on Lester, trying to be the one to land the first blow. Instead he found himself missing an arm thanks to the shock blaster. That was not enough to stop 106 however. SCP-106, not waiting too regenerate grabbed Lester’s leg. Strangely enough, it felt like a human leg… 106 looked up at the young man with the wild look in his eye. This was precisely the kind of thing he was looking for, but unease creeped up on 106. Normally someone like this would be screaming in fear, but he was just looking down on 106 coldly. SCP-106 dragged Lester into his own dimension, if nothing else, SCP-106 needed that home field advantage.

Skarmory was trying to channel the fishing techniques of seabirds like the osprey to catch this fucker. He stared intently at mudcrab, still aimlessly scuttling around the water. Skarmory took flight, hovering about 20 m above the water, still intently watching Mudcrab. He hovered a little bit in place, and suddenly dove down straight towards Mudcrab. Still there’s a reason birds like the osprey or eagles are so good at catching stuff like this. Skarmory, being more akin to the Andean Condor found himself crashing face first into the water, causing a cloud of mud to rise making Mudcrab a lot harder to find for now.

Lester looked around his new surroundings. He saw the dark corridors and smiled. Most normal people would have much more of a prey mentality in this situation, but Lester was quite the opposite. He was going to find this stupid thing and show it the true meaning of pain… that’s completely normal right? His leg hurt like hell from when 106 grabbed it, but Lester did not care. He picked a path and walked. Keeping his Shock Blaster handy, he marched on.

Skarmory roosted off the damage from the crash and waited for the churned up mud to settle down again. Once the water cleared up sufficiently, Skarmory decided to try a different approach. Skarmory slowly wades into the water, trying not to disturb the water enough to alert Mudcrab of his presence. A heron will patiently wade through the water, and then quickly catch any fish or other critter that crosses its path with its long sharp beak. Very few birds can claim to be as effective at catching stuff in shallow waters as the Great Blue Heron. Indeed they are a pond goldfish’s worst nightmare. The difference here is that herons have long, thin legs. Skarmory fails on that front, and alerted Mudcrab almost immediately. So instead of a patient predator we see a bird splashing around chasing after a crab. Also herons have long sharp beaks, even when Skarmory tried to get Mudcrab in his beak he failed miserably. That shell is surprisingly hard and surprisingly slippery.

SCP-106 slipped between walls of his dimension. 106 knew that the could just leave Lester to starve to death, but he realized that would take all of the fun out of it. Fun… right… it’s supposed to be fun thought 106 as it plotted ways to mess with Lester. Lester continued to walk forward, completely unaffected by the echoing chuckles around him. Well, at least externally. But something inside of him was screaming all the same. Always. Fucking. Screaming. Lester kind of found a balance though. What was going on outside of him wasn’t all that different from what was going on in his head anymore.

Skarmory was getting anxious and frustrated. Such a species as this evolved a hardened shell to have a great defense. But evidence of actual hunting ability is lacking. But Mudcrab is somewhat slow and relatively large for a crab, making it not the absolute hardest of targets. No matter how many times it failed it was going to succeed eventually, after all that crab isn’t going anywhere. Skarmory rushed through the water splashing all the way, and placed its right foot down on Mudcrab, pushing it down into the ground. Given the soft nature of the sediment, simply stomping on it probably wouldn’t do the trick. Skarmory needed a harder surface. Skarmory gripped Mudcrab with its feet and flew into the air. This thing was surprisingly heavy but Skarmory still managed. Their race has carried humans plenty of times before. But then again, if we want to go off of game mechanics so has pidgey. A herring gull can catch a clam from the water, but it does not have the easiest time cracking it open. For these situations they have developed some resourcefulness, and fly towards the nearest road or other form of hard pavement. As Sir Terry Pratchett once said, “Gravity is a habit that is hard to shake off.”

SCP-106 was right next to Lester, but of course Lester could not tell right away because he was still hiding in the wall. Lester paused for a moment, and SCP-106 saw it as an opportune moment to strike. Suddenly he appeared from the wall and used his one arm to grab the Shock Blaster out of Lester’s hand. Lester tried to wrestle it back out of 106’s control, but his grip was surprisingly strong. Lester eventually successfully pulled it out of 106’s hands eventually, but the gun was heavily damaged by 106’s corrosive hands. Lester picked SCP-106 up and slammed him against the wall repeatedly, paying no mind to the serious damage 106’s skin was doing to his hand. Lester than raised SCP-106 into the air, pointing his N60 Storm at 106’s throat. Lester was losing layer upon layer of skin on his palms as he was holding 106 though.

The world was dropping out from under Mudcrab. Mudcrab saw the whole arena for the first time. It looked so tiny from up here.

Lester’s skin on his hand was practically gone, SCP-106 found bones piercing into his chest as he slid further down Lester’s hand. Bones take a little longer to dissolve, but not too long.

Now Mudcrab was directly above a rock.
Lester tightened his finger around the trigger.

Now the ground was getting closer.

Now the first shots were fired.

Now it was getting even closer.

Now more shots were fired.

Splat.

Splat.

Time freeze.

A cannon fires.

“Ummm… OK… one of them died, I’m just not sure who went out first…” Said the spheal.

Someone whispered into spheal’s ear.

“Oh…” Whispered the spheal.

For Mudcrab, the world was white. In the distance he saw a small slug-like figure… It was… Father.

“You have done well my son.” Said Goomy.

“But father, there is still so much more that needs to be done. They do nothing but fight, thinking only of their own personal gain. What is the purpose of all of it?” Complained the Mudcrab.

“You have done enough for these people Mudcrab, more than enough.” Replied Goomy.

But just like any self respecting Mudcrab, it was time for some training.

“OK ummm… SCP-106 is like, barely alive. But he’s well, still alive technically. Wait was he even alive to begin with?” Said the spheal.

FIFTH DEATH
Mudcrab-Uprizzle. He died for our sins.

“OK… so here’s the deal, you guys are safe for now but the ride is far from over. Only one of you guys are going to come out alive at best. Hell, maybe all three of you are going to die. Either way you’re just going to be ¼ of our final cast.” Said the spheal to the survivors.

Skarmory found his battered armor suddenly shiny and new once again. He examined his feathers, they were sharp as ever and good as new. Those leftovers were still usable as well thankfully.

SCP-106 found his arm back in place. His face was healthily reformed and he was feeling pretty fresh for a guy that smells of rotting corpses. Hey, you can’t win everything.

Lester the Unlikely’s hand was back as well. Hell, we decided to be extra nice and fix his spanking new Shock Blaster as well as reloading all of his weaponry. This should be fun.

“Alright, I can work with this. I wonder what the other guys are up to…” Said the spheal, preparing to head towards where the other hosts were, but a crab seemed to block his path.

“Ummm… aren’t you supposed to be dead?” Said the spheal.

“I have trained and trained and trained to harness my bullshi to its maximum potential! I am Son Mudcrab and I… AM A SUPER CRUSTACEAN!” Shouted mudcrab as he suddenly grew blonde hair.

“It’s a bit late for that my man. Oh well, if you’re here… want to grab a beer? The main event’s coming up soon.” Replied the unmoved spheal.

Mudcrab calmed down and his fabulous hair disappeared.

“Yeah sure.” Replied the crab.

And so they walked off.

Iron Pigeon the Skarmory

SCP-106

Lester the Unlikely

For them, the real battle has just begun.

TUNE IN FOR THE MAIN EVENT, WHERE SHIT TRULY GETS REAL!

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Kubby:

Kubby:
-Oh yeah...the phone…Sorry ‘bout that. - Satoshi replied to Aiden. - one death and we’re done with this stage right?
-I’ll wreck your face - Aiden looked at what remained of his trademark tool.
-Come on. Remember the corpse party? You did get a better one from me back there.
-Oh yes…
-The quicker you forfeit, the quicker you’ll get it back, right?
-Oh yes…
-Want a drink? - Satoshi reached for a bottle of some dwarven alcohol (that’s the base for Witcher potions, interestingly. Not quite lethal in itself though.), and hoped he’d buy enough time for gunshots to do what they were intended to do. That, and that Aiden would get hammered enough.
- Sure - Aiden downed the bottle. Hmmm… one should always appreciate a good drink. He then thought about the new phone. But then, he also wanted to win. What could he do about that… Does Mochida have any weaknesses?... Of course. - Behind you!
-Who would be behind me? Geralt just fought Wander in a completely different part of the arena, and Trevor…
Geralt was still meditating, completely uninterrupted, by the way.
-What, don’t you think he’s insane enough to be right behind you?
-... He was busy fighting that machine... Why did it come to life, though? I don’t think you can hack into anything that is not connected to ctOS, can you?
-Bitch please. Of course I hacked into that. And into his piece of shit plane. Who flies such an old wreck anyways?
-There.
-What?
-You would not be boasting about that if he was behind me. - Satoshi pulled the SMG on Aiden. Aiden closed in, with his telescopic baton, and smacked it of his hands.
-I’ll have to kill you myself then, alright.
Satoshi pulled out a nail puller, and parried the next blow.
-Besides… He would figure out you were behind that Axel’s machine, and then he would massacre you. He did figure out what happened to Brad… - Satoshi continued explaining
-Brad? You don’t mean…
-Not the “OG writer” Deadpool kept talking about. I mean the one from Trevor’s world.
-Oh.
-HAS SOMEBODY CALLED MY NAME? - a voice shouted from a nearby cab.
-Shut up, Deadpool - I (as in Kubby) replied.
-Both were kind of dicks, though, apparen- - Satoshi went back to the rudely interrupted conversation, when he was rudely interrupted by Aiden.
More precisely, Satoshi was hit in the face by Aiden. He stepped back, and was hit once more….and more...and more. I mean, he did unleash a flurry of blows, “dbz-style”. Then he grabbed his forearm in pain. The bullet, ya know. And then the dwarven alcohol kicked in. Aiden was a lousy fighter when drunk. Mochida took the opportunity to strike, and dislocated Aiden’s kneecap with a blow.
-Fuck! - Aiden did not feel that much of a pain actually. Too drunk to be a pussy. - You… you are stronger than you look. - he stood despite his knee looking very messed up now. (imagine a kneecap on the side of your knee. I’ve been through that. Twice.)
-Thank you, Aiden. Now, where’s the g-
Aiden tripped up Satoshi with his other leg, struck Satoshi with his telescopic baton, and started reaching for the SMG.
-I’m afraid you don’t have fighting skills to progress further - Aiden said, grabbing the gun and aiming it as Satochi.
-That’s why the gunsh- - Mochida was interrupted by Aiden’s gunshots, which missed, due to Aiden’s drunkness - the gunshots were also meant to attract Tr-
And Aiden pulled the trigger again.

The time froze.

-Well, seems like the final three emerged - the announcer, surprisingly silent until now, told the audience.
The audience could see the shots of the contestants.

Geralt of Rivia, regenerating from the fight.

Trevor Philips, camping somewhere with a sniper rifle.

Satoshi Mochida, with a bullet literally entering his eye.

And finally, Aiden Pearce, with Trevor’s SMG in his hand, and Trevor’s bullet in his brain.

FIFTH DEATH - AIDEN PEARCE

/OT: Sorry Gunnut. I wanted Aiden to survive and engage in an epic battle with Metal Sonic. Then that Log guy killed Metal Sonic off, forcing me to change plans. (Blame Log for all!)

[Kubby]

Ranger:

The four characters initially split into two groups to duel it out: Jaina and her Water Elemental stood firm as Bowletta charged towards them, Mega Man charged up his mega buster as Amaterasu charged together, at a faster speed. Mega Man fired, sending a large blue energy ball straight at the wolf goddess, who plowed through it to headbutt Mega Man, sending him backwards into a Nether portal. The force of collision cracked one of the blocks, although that quickly repaired itself as three more energy pellets got sent to Amaterasu. She continued to charge, planning on crushing the android against the stone, when at the final second Mega Man launched a Mega Upper, striking Amaterasu’s chin and flipping her over. The wolf rolled onto her side as Mega Man changed colours, into the infamously overpowered yellow and brown. Recognising trouble, she ran to the side, metal blades following close behind her.

One of these metal blades collided, and predictably ricochet off, Bowletta’s arm as her punch was absorbed yet again by Water Elemental. A golden light appeared behind her, and just as Jaina drew another card a battle cry was heard.
“Taz’dingo!” Bowletta turned around, and a small red cut appeared on her face as the Sen’jin Shieldmasta, identical in every way to the one that was killed by Bishop, lowered his axe with all of his force upon her. This made her angry, incredibly so, as the sight of her own blood seemed to flip a switch inside her. She roared loudly with her head held back, her mouth spitting out short range fireballs towards the sky, with such ferocity that Mega Man and Amaterasu stopped their own fight to stare. Bowletta grabbed the second oncoming strike, and threw it away along with some drops of blood from the attack. She then grabbed the Shieldmasta by the neck, raised him up, and slammed him repeatedly into the Water Elemental until the latter disappeared into a golden light burst.
“How?” Jaina gasped in disbelief, unable to understand the loophole Bowletta managed to find around the taunt ability. The fusion final boss was about to throw Shieldmasta to the ground when Bowletta was knocked onto her back by the combined force of a surprise cherry bomb and a surprise fully-charged mega blast struck her.
“This seems familiar…” Ranger mused as the three on one commenced.

Jaina commanded her Shieldmasta to get up as Mega Man threw three bubbles at Bowletta, barely phasing her as she tried to stand up. She threw several stars at all the fighters. Just one hit Shieldmasta, but it was still enough to knock the unsteady fighter to the floor and to dissolve him into the golden light of death. Amaterasu dodged most, using her time slowing powers to assist her. Mega Man, being faced with these sort of attacks in every game he’s been in, managed to dodge all of them. Bowletta inhaled deeply, turning about on the spot to take in the location of all the other fighters. She then exhaled, spinning faster, in order to attack all three at the same time with a giant flame breath attack. First up was Amaterasu, who simply tried to outrun the spinning wall of flames. Mega Man tried to do the same, changing his weapon to Atomic Fire in case that had any change on his resistance, but he couldn’t keep up with Amaterasu, and so the flames were quickly approaching him. This left him with two options: Either face the flames head on, or try and get enough distance between him and the flames using the Time Stopper. He opted for the latter, running as fast as he could in the time he had. He managed to pass Amaterasu, and just made it to Jaina when his Stopper ran out of juice and time started to run as normal again. Jaina knew she couldn’t hope to outrun it. She was just a mage who relied on summons to fight, she didn’t train too much physically. So, she had to come up with an alternate way to escape the flames. She saw the nether portal, and knew how to do it. She ran towards the purple energy, making it through and finding herself on the beach where Lester started his unlikely adventure. The flame wall made it to that particular nether portal just before it subsided, which of course caused the portal to deactivate, cutting off Jaina from the ensuing battle. She looked at her cards, and then at the portal. Well, now it’s time to put that one minion to use…

It was Mega Man and Amaterasu against Bowletta, now, and bets were being taken all around the multiverse as to who would die first. Amaterasu charged, dodging around her swipe and locking her teeth into Bowletta’s arm, causing them to sink in even more ever time the Koopa Queen moved it. She roared again, only to get a Metal Blade into her open mouth, slightly cutting it’s edges and badly damaging the more extended fangs. She roared again, flailing around with no idea of where to attack first, before she slammed Amaterasu into another nether portal, causing the wolf to let go and collapse. She charged towards Mega Man, spitting a flame at him. Mega Man jumped, and the fireball soared underneath him until it collided with a deactivated nether portal. He stood there as Bowletta continued to approach, and as she was just reaching out to grab him he slid, through her legs and stood up on the other side. As she lumbered around he launched another uppercut, knocking into her chin. Mega Man proceeded to grab her shell and lift her up by a spike, while Bowletta could do nothing but flail around.
“FOR SCIENCE!” Another mechanical arm grabbed Bowletta, coming through the nether portal. Jaina’s trump card, the one she had been holding on to, Mekgineer Thermaplugg, had entered the game, and was making his presence known. Jaina followed behind him.
“Focus on that turtle!” She yelled, as Thermaplugg raised his mech suit’s right arm, the one bearing what looked like a scaled up gatling gun. He pointed it at the helpless Koopa, at started to fire it just as he let go of Bowletta. She was suspended in midair as multiple rounds which exploded on contact struck her, and then dropped on the floor. She let out three floating fireballs, but it was deemed worthless as Amaterasu cancelled all three out at once with a single power slash. Mekgineer picked her up and threw her, making her land on a nether portal, with her head sticking through to Osohe castle. Mega Man was in Atomic Fire mode, and sent a single, small ball of fire at said portal. It turned off, decapitating Bowletta.
Fifth Death: Bowletta

“AND THAT’S THE END OF THE SEMI FINALS!” Ranger yelled over the speaker as all four alive fighters froze in place, still able to move, but greatly restricted to a certain area. A victorious tune was playing aside his speech. “And now to look at our...oh for goodness sake...alright, give it a moment. “ A stereotypical record scratch announced a pause to the playing music as Cackletta’s spirit had come out of Bowser’s body, and was currently floating around, fruitlessly looking for an unconscious body. Failing to find that, she floated over to Jaina, and kept on prodding at her head, trying to get inside her body. “Any time that suits you.” Ranger spoke, the boredom obvious in his tone. Jaina jerked her hand upwards, slightly disturbing Cackletta’s spirit, but overall not doing much. Eventually, as Amaterasu was asleep, Mega Man was fiddling with some wires in his Mega Buster and Jaina had taken an extra two decks out, playing a game of Hearthstone with Thermaplugg, Cackletta’s spirit disappeared, back to the corpse party. “Oh, finally. Anyway…” The music started again. “And now to look to look at our finalists! We have Amaterasu, the wolf goddess, Mega Man, the blue bomber, and Jaina, the sorceress supreme. We’ll restore your physical condition in the transport, and Mega Man, we’ll refill your weapon tanks, so get ready. You’re about to fight, including each other, the nine toughest fighters in season two of VGBR!” As an aside, “Well, eight, as for some reason Metal Sonic is dead.” And then fully, “So, good luck all!” And with the visuals and sound effects of the traditional series of Star Trek, the three fighters were warped to the final stage with the other nine warriors.
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Turtle:

Deadpool: Alright y’all, next death means PARTY TIME. Only one more of you has to die. *whispers* before you all die in the next phase but shhh

Dion was finally in control of Meta-Knight, and he looked around himself. His armour was barely scratched, and he felt like a new person.

Next to him was Bard, showing the same resting bitch face as he always does. Like Meta-Dion, he wasn’t even wounded (heals op man)

Hecarim (displaying his smooth Arcade skin) descended from the pedestal, his army of Hecarims now gone, he was left to fight alone.

Bigby was kneeling in the dirt, regenerating his wounds. His beastly side was retreating as well. His eyes were now brown again.

Dion looked at Bard.

Bard looked at Hecarim.

Hecarim looked at Bigby.

Deadpool looked at Bigby’s crotch.

Wait, what?
Deadpool: Sorry, he’s hot!

Meta-Dion took a step forward: Look, guys. He said only one of us has to die. But there has to be a loophole. Maybe not one of us has to die. Maybe it can be someone else.

They turned to Deadpool.

DP: HEY HEY HEY! Don’t even think about that!

Deadpool started walking slowly backwards, mumbling something about money and bribes and how he’s still young, but Bard threw out a Cosmic Binding, stunning him against a wall.

Hecarim quickly followed through, charging past Deadpool, and slashing his body in two with his lance, before quickly turning around, and, with the same swipe of the lance, dividing Deadpool in more equal parts.

The half of Deadpool that contained a leg and a hand, tried grabbing his other bits.

Deadpool: Keep it together, Wade.. *chuckles*

He stitched himself together (poorly, considering pieces of his ass were placed around his chest area) and grabbed his swords.

Deadpool: You wanna brawl, EH???

Bigby growled, then revealed some scary ass teeth.

Deadpool: YOU KNOW WHAT? FUCK IT.

He put down his swords

FUCK YOU TURTLE

He whistled for a cab

FUCK THIS VGBR

He got in the cab

AND FUCK ALL OF YOU

The cab drove off, leaving the contestants Deadpool-less.

Meta-Dion: We did it! Good job, team!

They sat idle, waiting for something to happen.

Bard lay back, while his Meeps meeped, and Bigby took out a Huff’N’Puff box.

Hecarim: The mortal fooled us! He claimed friendship (IS MAGIC) and yet he reeks of war and death. It is nothing but tricks and charades. Be ready to take a trip to the Shadow Isles, and embrace FUZZYKINS!... Ugh.. I MEAN DEATH!

Hecarim charged (he does do a lot of this) towards Meta-Dion swinging his lance like a maniac. Meta-Dion teleported behind him using his cape. His Meta-Knight powers alone will not help him. He needs Dion powers. He knew exactly what to do.

He took out a special jar, and smashed it in front of him, then he lay still.

Arcade Hecarim turned around, and popped his E ability

SPD UP!

Hecarim noticed some sticky stuff in front of Dion, but it was too late.

He stepped in the maple syrup, and immediately became immobile. His hooves stuck to the dirt, and there was no way you’re getting unstuck from. maple syrup. Ask any canadian.

Hecarim: Congratulations, mortal. You have bested me. Finish the job!

Dion smiled: Nope! I’m not a monster, unlike some might think.

Dion walked away, closely followed by Bard and Bigby.

FIFTH DEATH (Of boredom): Hecarim

Bigby: You claim to be a humane person, Dion, but I’m not sure it means what you think it means.

Dion: Huh?

Bigby: You are not merciful, you are ignorant, and selfish. You don’t take matters into your own hands, you sit on the side praising how good of a person you are, while you leave things to chance. Chance is not merciful, Dion. You are a monster, like me, Hecarim, and musical man over there. The only difference is we embrace it, and make do of what we are.

Dion was left speechless, and Bard released some happy music sounds. Apparently he liked the term Musical Man.

Also, since Deadpool is a fucking pussy, I am left to announce the stuff like what happens next or whatever. So, yeah, next round we bring together all them mothafuckas so they can duke it out like a true VGBR.

Tune in, yo.

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[Kubby]

Chapter 6

-This is where the shit truly gets real, am I right? - A Polish guy commentated from inside his Skoda Felicia.
-YUP, ALL TUNED IN FOR CHAPTER 6 - A cute sea animal holding a sniper rifle replied. A Navy SEAL, if you will.
-GOD. DAMMIT. KUBBY. That pun got old already, dear - A fish-like humanoid with a British accent replied.
-Remind me to send this back to Frank West - A second head of the fish-like humanoid said to everybody, holding an Easter Bunny suit.

Let's take the look at a new arena...well. Not exactly "new". It's time to... return to the past. And not just the "3 days ago" past. That is future in comparison. If you have followed the events of the Log's VGBR, or played Pokemon, you'll recognise this mansion as Parfum Palace. It's still surrounded with magic electricity. It even has the cannon.

All 12 remaining All Stars are randomly scattered around the palace. Route 6 still cannot be access.

So here’s a confusing map of Parfum palace if you’re interested.

Spoiler: 

Courtyard

The palace it self

SCP-106, the Old Man was one of the two who actually remembered this place. Nice, isn't it. In fact, he actually spawned in the same place - in front of the castle. Ready to dish out more punishment. Ready to treat everyone with his own version off Kool Aid. While he won't crash through any wall, melting through them is close enough. Oh yeah.

There was another contestant having the feeling of Deja Vu. His name would be Mega Man, the other one from Log's VGBR. The android stood next to a blue table. He noted the matching colors, prepared the energy packs, and was prepared for smashing the shit out of people, like it was Smash four.

Amaterasu was in the upper left hedge thing in the courtyard. She was feeling pretty confident about herself. After all, Ammy was no ordinary dog. She was no ordinary wolf, even. She was a goddess, and as far as she was concerned, not even a Master Chief with an energy sword could do shit to her. No sadness no cry.

Speaking of wolves, Bigby wolf was in the left staircase. Unlike the previous contestant who started here, stairs were not his weakness, and there was nothing stopping him from progressing. Because, you do not want to underestimate Bigby Wolf. He usually does not go all-out, but when you get him angry, he's one bad motherpuffer.

Satochi Mochida was also in the courtyard. More precisely, he was by the Reshiram statue. Noting it's where the Adoring Fan was, he refreshed all of the info on the remaining contestants, and took note of the potential threats, clues and foreshadowings. He did not really feel like coming back to the Corpse Party. Deadpool is hosting the party for him, afaik.

Lester, The Unlikely vietnam participant (GOD. DAMMIT. KUBBY.) was in the upstairs dining area, and was now back to the wimpy form. He looked at the gold table he was next to... It reminded him of the time when... Talking about what he experienced in Vietnam might get me banned, sorry. Anyways, his eyes turned red, and he picked up a ruler conveniently lying on the table.

Skarmory was on the balcony. He was the Wolverine of this battle, and as far as he knew, he was pretty fly for an iron being, and in fact, the flyest of all the living contestants, seeing that Ridley was too big for the merge. Skarmory got pumped up, ready to show his versatile arsenal, and to roost these bitches.

Trevor Philips woke up in the courtyard fountain. And in a dress. I mean, he took the opportunity to sneak into the Corpse party between the pre-merge and post-merge events. He did not remember what he did there though. Must mean it was a good party, am I right? Good thing he kept all of his hammerspace arsenal.

In the entrance part of the castle was the second canadian in the roster. This ball of death and maple syrup was Dion. Meta Dion. Combining the adminness of the ERBoH.com Skumfuk Administrator, and the Meta body flipping the Smash Metagame on its head, he was the force to be reckoned with.

Geralt of Rivia was in the top right hedge thing. His sword was back, his potions were back, and he no longer coughed blood. One thing he knew though was that he was a witcher, not a fucking farmer. He was around the best of the best VGBR contestants now. He could not plough around with them, he could not underestimate his opponents now.

Jaina was in the bottom right part of the hedge stuff. Her deck was in pristine condition. Soon, the minions of were to do the fighting for her. In fact, there already was someone next to her. The Leper Gnome. How did she get that? Well... Mekgineer Thermaplugg. He spawns a Leper Gnome everytime an opponent dies, and this one was created thanks to dealing with Bowletta.

Last, but not least, Bard, representing League of Legends. Standing alone on the bridge, he hoped to find a better teammate than the GLORIOUS executioner. He was, however, calm. There were 11 other people... At least one of them has to be a decent team member, right? Right? Unless he's such a Legend they are out of his League...Ok that was bad.

12...
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FIGHT!

//Yeah, it's just a prologue. Log will write the next chapter. And a death will happen.

[Lohuydahutt]

OK, yay for fighting or whatever, they do that.

CHAPTER 7 or whatever

Mega Man looked forward to his old arch-nemesis

DOO DOO DO DO DOO
DOO DOO DO DO DOO
DOO DOO
DOO DOO
DO DO DO DO DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

DOOR MAN!

Mega Man knew how to defeat this vile enemy this time though. He charged up his laser… and charged it… and then released.

A cannon fired.

FIRST DEATH (of this portion)
Door Man-This is proof that even the best of fighters can fall in a game like this. I mean, anything could happen. Honestly.

Mega Man looked down at the flaming wreckage that was once the door. He felt some strange power go through him, and suddenly, he got a new weapon.

We watch Mega Man suddenly enter a strange screen, with text above him saying, “WEAPON GET-DOOR SHOT” and then showing Mega Man randomly throwing a door to the ground. Yep, this will totally be useful. I mean, it’s a big door.

Jaina looked around, nothing but hedges as far as the eye could see. She looked down to her Leper Gnome, who appeared to be in some sort of a daze.

Inside that Leper Gnome’s head he was dreaming of a better place, about how Jaina was going to lead both her and him to victory, and then to a happier life. He would come back to his wife and kids with tales of harsh battle and incredible success. And then he will lay down his sweet maiden for a glorious finish to the night. Oh he is destined for great things he just knows it. After all, he has Jaina for a leader. He heard that she was-

Suddenly he got smacked over the head.

“GET BACK TO WORK!”

… Suddenly, the Leper Gnome had a bad feeling about this.

Satoshi Mochida looked towards the bridge to the weird Santa looking thing in the middle of it, it ‘twas Bard. Satoshi knew that Bard was one of the friendlier contestants, probably better than anybody out in the courtyard anyway. As such, he decided to go for the diplomatic approach.

“Greetings Bard.”
Bard made an inquisitive chime noise… whatever that sounds like.
“I’ve got a proposition for you.”
Bard eyed Satoshi weirdly, and his surrounding Meeps went meep.

Lester was completely stripped of all of the weaponry he gained from the previous round for some reason (it’s because the other higher-ups hate him but shhhhhhhhhhh) but he could make use of the ruler. He left the room, and headed towards the left, eventually reaching the balcony area. He saw a strange metal bird preening its feathers in preparation for the fight ahead.

Skarmory looked behind him towards the strange kid breathing heavily and a ruler in his hand. Wait… wasn’t he that stupid fuck that he flew off with last time? Skarmory wasn’t there to see the rest of what Lester accomplished, and as such kind of underestimated him. Skarmory lazily threw some spikes on the ground as Lester ran towards him.

Lester paid no attention to the pain he felt when the spike pierced his foot, he just kept on running. Skarmory was in awe as Lester jumped right on top of him. Skarmory then took flight, all while attempting to shake Lester off. Now they were flying around the courtyard, at 180 mph. But Lester was still holding on… somehow. Adrenaline is an interesting thing. Fuck, Lester was even able to repeatedly stab Skarmory with a ruler. This ruler did not have that much piercing potential obviously, but it was slowly starting to put a dent into Skarmory’s armor.

Amaterasu looked up to the sky at the bird circling around aimlessly. She heard that cannon before, therefore it must be some sort of vulture going after the carcass. Either way, it was not her problem. Amaterasu nestled into a hedge and went to sleep.

The ruler snapped in half, but Lester was still stabbing into the same spot, while still hanging onto the 180 mph bird, while his foot was still bleeding… yep. Suddenly, Lester finally broke through Skarmory’s armor with the ruler, and Skarmory cried out in pain. Lester steered Skarmory towards the outer edges of the arena, resulting in Skarmory crashing full speed into the magical electricity force fields.

And then he exploded.

A cannon fired.

SECOND DEATH
Skarmory-Log. Because everybody hatesssssss Loggggggggggg

Lester dropped down to the ground, and looked at the bloody wreckage where a Skarmory once was. Lester picked up one of Skarmory’s sword feather things, and decided it could probably make a good weapon. His trusty ruler was broken after all. He also looked towards what remained of Skarmory’s head. For some reason, only the top half was intact. He picked the bloody helmet up, and put it on top of his head… because why the fuck not?

Geralt wandered out of the hedges into Lester’s line of sight. He was next.

Meta Dion got up, completely rejuvenated. Thank you based Canada for universal health care! He checked the equipment that he had concealed in his ass… Banhammers, check. A lifetime supply of maple syrup? Check. Sword? Well yeah, duh. Meta Dion heard a cannon fire and swiftly headed to the scene of the crime. No… it can’t be… not the door… NOT THE DOOR!

Meta Dion looked towards Merga Man, who gave an emotionless blink. Meta Dion approached with caution.

“Eh, um… threats of real life violence is a serious offense… but I don’t think we ever technically had a rule against acts of real life violence… either way you should probably stop that- Ow, ow, ow.” Said Meta Dion as he suddenly took three lemons straight to the face.

“Honestly, I’ve been having a pretty shitty day. So if you don’t want to talk this out then I really couldn’t care less. I just don’t want to deal with you.” Said Meta Dion as he covered Merga Man with a substantial layer of maple syrup. This somehow froze Merga Man in place. Meta Dion then casually walked away, heading upstairs.

Meanwhile Bigby Wolf was slowly walking down the steps. He sniffed the air, and detected the strong scent of maple syrup. But he also detected something else. It was the scent of rotting corpses. Now where did that come from? As Bigby reached the bottom of the stairs he looked to his left, towards the blue boy in tights frozen in place.

“Well this is going to be fun.” Bigby muttered under his breath.

And then there was Trevor Phillips. He was in a dress. He was wet. There was very little else to say because that pretty much says it all. Trevor watched as Satoshi talked with Bard, and slowly started to approach the two from the fountain. Trevor may have lost his dignity but he still hasn’t lost the fight.

TUNE IN FOR CHAPTER 8 because... more stuff will happen I guess.