SSFW III - FINAL ROUND BATTLE ROYALE

[Wzrdto25]

Welcome Champions!

I have specifically been watching every move and decision you have made thus far, however, you will have to relive those, outdo yourself and beat your opponents the old fashion way, by taking them down. At the end of every 2 day period a challenger will be dismissed. The final two will decided amongst themselves how to bring the Super Smash Forums Wars Trinity to a close, whether you both die, one dies or no one dies it is up entirely to them. The winner will be based on execution and precision of posts, not the decisions of the final two.

For the stages, you will first appear on a very familiar stage to you all, the very first round you fought in during the SSFW III - Round one. However, every day the round will change and you will be whisked away through your journey in a highspeed showdown.

There are a few conditions, at this point that even the villains have to obey.

1. You must obey the regular RPG rules
2. You may each pick a captain to escort you from the round, but once you pick them you cannot change.
3. Do your old teams proud. Every teammate you have worked with will be awaiting your results.
4. Do not linger or fail to post, if you miss a beat you will probably be the first to go.

-The final three will be given a special chance to battle in the end.

Here goes...


ROUND #1: The Planet of Darkness

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The Heroes find themselves surrounded by clouds of darkness, where the laughter of the villains seems to ricochet all over. A sudden burst of light reveals a bright desolate planet thrusting from beneath the clouds and into the first galaxy, the Villains are the first to be forced into it's gravity as it passes by them. The heroes fall prey to the gravity next, as it passes by them.

The First group of Heroes and Villains wind up in an empty city, ruined, burning, and falling to pieces. Surrounding the city is a wall of darkness, that seems to pull at them, they must survive using their wits, and teammates. If they don't then they will likely die.

The Second group find themselves in a crop-field. Surrounded by corn and tall bushes. Off in the distance a farmhouse can be seen, but even further a wave of darkness seems to loom. They must use their sense in order to predict the vantage of their opponents, and make use of the surrounding plants.

The Third group fall through the roof of a large mall-like building, full of anything and everything. Around the mall a force of darkness whispers and tugs. They must use their advantage of items in the stores to beat their opponents, not only attempting to defeat their opponents but escape the reaches of the darkness that are fast approaching.

The Fourth group and on a humongous Cruise Ship, that stretches into the air. A shield of darkness prevents them from escaping the giant ships, hull. They must use the advantage of the large ship to defeat their opponent and emerge from the Ship unharmed.

The Last group come down on a everlasting stretch of highway, packed with empty cars of all kinds. Although, it is empty, two long walls of darkness prevent them from escaping the highway, they must use the vehicles as tools to take down their opponents.



Let the murder begin.

[Miss Lockheart]

A silver disc of light formed in the sky, growing in size until large enough for a human body to pass through. And so it did- Tifa slid through the portal and flipped in the air, landing sofly in her treaded boots. She waited a short moment for her clothes and her raven hair to land by her slender sides, before straigtening out her body and standing tall, drinking in the vista surrounding her with hazel eyes full of hope and excitement.

There was not much yet to see as she waited for the clouds that thickly hung in the air to disperse. She could hear the confused and surprised cries of people falling through the sky, but they all landed in different areas. One voice particularly caught her attention as it landed closeby. Still the cloud was too thick to see, so Tifa waited patiently for clarity to return so she could meet this new individual. It seemed clear to her in her mind what she was here to do, yet patience would need her full focus for now.

Her gaze turned to the pinholes of sky that briefly showed through those thick clouds. The sky was a beautiful deep blue, a peaceful colour amidst the angry purple and grey shades that accentuated the clouds themselves. The view helped Tifa to gather her thoughts, and her mind wandered calmly and reflective, sifting through her memories from the first moment she'd been thrust into this universe which was not her own. Her mind recalled the faces and voices of the people she'd met along the way, the different worlds she'd found herself in, and the battles she had fought thus far. Both with her friends and enemies, and herself. How did I ever get to this point? My home world seems just like a distant dream.....

Running her slim gloved fingers through her long hair, she felt the pulse of this planet, the aura that hung in the air thick amongst its omnious clouds. Her new energy pulsed in time with it, as she tuned in and began to search with her new mental powers for clues as to what lay beyond the thick gloom. Not much it seems, this place is rather desolate. I can sense structures though, buildings and highways, even vehicles. So it can't have always felt like a ghost town. What happened here? Static could also be felt in the air, adding to the tension and the atmosphere. Tifa decided to focus this and her own energy in order to be ready for the battles ahead. And so amongst the mist and clouds, Tifa found herself sitting down on hard concrete, and closing her eyes to wait.

[ForgottenMemory]

Déjà vu was simply out of the question.

Particularly, perhaps, as he was tumbling in a downward spiral of sheer gravitational force, air pressure rattling his lungs. A shrilling laughter echoed through the wide expanse; it tore at the very fabric of reality, slipping the world into a dark demise. It was as if the inability to shriek, to panic in the horror of playing with death is what brought this man down, falling at such an alarming rate. And his reason to laugh – as there wasn’t one – could have only been one thing; into this he dragged himself, into this he fell. With him, he brought down sensibility. The demonic, savage presence of this monster had destroyed any means of rules, choked the very life of goodness to nothing. This unstoppable, unrealistic force realized all of this, and so he cackled. For everything, he knew – simply everything – was falling.

‘We all belong to madness now!'

[kyo]

Sylar refused to let go of the deity that he held within his embrace, even after several minutes had transgressed. Sylar had closed his eyes shortly after embracing this "God Of Death" and had not opened them in fear that the memory of what he might witness should travel with him to whatever dimension- or afterlife- he might travel to.
Is this hell? Sylar wondered.
The thought swirled around Sylar's brain several times before dizziness and metaphorical nausea convinced the thought that it might sit down, perhaps enjoy a nice hot cup of herbal tea, before traveling again.

Time, however relevant or relative it may be depending on who is considering it or even trying to tell someone the best way to catch a bus, seemed to disappear- which caused a great grievance for Distance, which is also very relative and insecure. Nothing happened for quite some time, even Sylar's breathing seemed to cease-however, when it realized that it was being thought of and mentioned, resumed its regular pattern of helping Sylar to live.

"You will survive, for now at least."

The words were not spoken- not that Sylar could have noticed with his eyes closed- but entered Sylar's conscious mind-frame before the Grim Reaper disintegrated into bad dreams.

Sylar's sense of gravity and direction left for a very brief holiday while his eyes refused to open. Wind rushed past Sylar's body, hanging on to the ends of his hair and clothes before finally releasing their grip, causing the illusion that Sylar's clothes and hair were trying to "stick it" to gravity and travel in an "upward" direction.

When Sylar's eyes did open, he found that he was falling.
This is new, Sylar thought, which was very true. In the past, Sylar had normally woken up- without ever recalling falling asleep or being knocked unconscious- with a splitting headache.

Before Sylar hit the ground, he used his telekinetic ability to completely stop his body-, which had become a projectile, thus preventing his assured death. As an afterthought, as well as trying to make a pun, Sylar released himself- from himself- and face-planted upon the ground.

After standing, and dusting himself off, he looked around and saw that he was standing upon the same planet that he had been introduced to at the beginning of his constant nightmare.
Welcome home?

[Miss Lockheart]

When Sylar's eyes did open, he found that he was falling.
This is new, Sylar thought, which was very true. In the past, Sylar had normally woken up- without ever recalling falling asleep or being knocked unconscious- with a splitting headache.

Before Sylar hit the ground, he used his telekinetic ability to completely stop his body-, which had become a projectile, thus preventing his assured death. As an afterthought, as well as trying to make a pun, Sylar released himself- from himself- and face-planted upon the ground.

After standing, and dusting himself off, he looked around and saw that he was standing upon the same planet that he had been introduced to at the beginning of his constant nightmare.
Welcome home?

Tifa's peripheral vision caught on to Sylar. So this is the one I should fight?

Dust and cloud cleared at a much quicker pace, revealing the landscape that she and Sylar had landed in. They found themselves on top of a huge building, peering down upon a city that had been engulfed in mist, and now they could see roads stretching out onto the horizon, and megalith skyscrapers beyond them, dotted with the remains of streetlamps. Looking further down, Tifa saw a parking lot, and figured this must be a commercial building of some kind. A mall?

Haven't I seen this before......

Vertigo suddenly gripped Tifa. She hadn't realised that they had landed on the top of a building, as the cloud had obscured her spatial awareness. Struggling to steady herself, she kept as still as she could as her body and mind adjusted to the height. I never did like heights very much. Typical.

Then she remembered that she wasn't alone, and peered over to her new companion. Somehow she already knew his name, even though they'd never met before. It seemed fated to be so. Drinking in his physique with her soft eyes, she took a good look at him. Tall and strong, with dark hair and eyes that almost resembled her own. How could she not be impressed. Even as a newly empowered superhero, she couldn't deny that she was still human inside, and so the redness that crept up into her cheeks was more of a surprise than she'd expected it to me. Almost like a schoolgirl, she placed her slender hands on her face to try and hide this ashamed sign of approval.

Composing herself, she decided to speak. "So, you are Sylar. You've come so far. Care to take the first blow?"

[Lone Wolf]

If there's a will there's a way...

He wondered who he had first heard that from. It didn't matter though, there was a will, but he hadn't found the way. He had begun to thought there was no way. From the warmth of the light that surrounded him he stepped onto pavement, the air was rigid cold. He was not surprised at the change, the constant swapping of worlds had almost depleted his vanguard. He neither knew, nor cared how he arrived. The scene was awing. A city that cried in its desolation, torn down by the creatures it offered a home to. Otoha did not understand why the human race could not live in symbiosis with the world, but instead it feeds and preys upon it like a parasite. Why?

The city wept conjuring up a small drizzle from the sky. The drops were as cold as the air, and they tasted even bitter than death had. "Why have you wept so long?" As strange as it seemed, Otoha was talking to the very city who he had dared enter. Even though "I remember you now..." This had been the first place Otoha had been in his travails of travels and tribulation. This city Yurine was still alive, but barely. It was the one that wept, and the city only mourned its preeminent death.

"Speak to me Yurine... Why do you continue to suffer?" The words were sullen, and almost gloomy, but to Otoha's call, there was no answer.

He walked even further into the city's premises, only wondering where the poor creature lay. He entered a diner, whose door had been half torn open. The tables were are broken, smashed overturned, save a few. He straightened a chair and sat down on it, using his body to carry the chair in.

"When was the last time you sat down to think like this?" Otoha looked back instantly, but there was noone there. He closed his eyes and rested his head. The city must be finally messing with my head...

[kyo]

Sylar's head swiveled, pointing his face- and in consequence, his direct line of vision- in the direction of a female voice that had called out to him.
It was a tall, slender woman who emanated strength with her stance, but feminine weakness with her swoon.

Once the woman had finished speaking Sylar evaluated what his options were. As he searched inside of himself he found that he did not want to fight anymore; he was tired of this sick and twisted nightmare he had been involuntarily thrown into. As he searched deeper he found one of the most carnal desires, one step above the need to feed: the desire for survival.
It should be noted that survival is merely a desire; no human or creature "needs" to survive; hundreds of people prove that point every day.

"Kill her"

Once again, the words were not spoken; the thought materialized inside of Sylar's conscious mind.

The thought transformed Sylar's genre of thought; he no longer cared about anyone but himself. Thoughts of survival and the means he might use to ensure that survival fought for position inside his brain. It was beneficial for Sylar that he was able to use a greater portion of his brain and that he could remember every thought he ever had, for it took him a total of two seconds to sift through his options and choose the best one; in order for him to survive without any of his opponents surviving to make additional attempts was for him to kill everyone he saw.

"Normally," Sylar began, "I would not be so presumptuous as to proceed before you, but I will make an exception, for you."

Sylar raised his right arm towards the sky and a huge wave of ice sprung forth and formed an enormous sphere above his head. After the sphere had reached a diameter of four meters a huge crack formed and split the sphere into millions of shards that varied in size. Sylar's right arm fell until it was pointing at the woman who had given him the first attack, and the millions of ice shards flew in that direction.
Not every shard flew directly at the woman; Sylar did not want to miss so he sent the shards flying in several directions like a shotgun blast.

"Bang," Sylar muttered

[Wzrdto25]

ROUND #2 - Warzone

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The city is under attack by a strange outside force, only known as the Metalloids. Apparently, the Metalloids are machines powered by darkness, that are truly powerful and aim to capture the souls of the contestants, so that they can destroy and move on to the next planet.

When the Metalloids first land they start firing missiles off in all directions and shoot lazers in every which way. The Heroes and the Villains are now separated from one another, and the only hope to reach your teammates is to use your enemy as a weapon and fight off the millions of Metalloids. They are a relentless race and after only one thing, the death of the contestants.

The Metalloid leader, a fierce, mechanic and dark figure looms overhead, watching the battle and waiting step in. It not only has a tremendous power on its side, but it knows how to read the contestants moves like a book.

The only way to win, is to side with mortal enemies.




The field has changed please post accordingly.

[Miss Lockheart]

"Normally," Sylar began, "I would not be so presumptuous as to proceed before you, but I will make an exception, for you."

Sylar raised his right arm towards the sky and a huge wave of ice sprung forth and formed an enormous sphere above his head. After the sphere had reached a diameter of four meters a huge crack formed and split the sphere into millions of shards that varied in size. Sylar's right arm fell until it was pointing at the woman who had given him the first attack, and the millions of ice shards flew in that direction.
Not every shard flew directly at the woman; Sylar did not want to miss so he sent the shards flying in several directions like a shotgun blast.

"Bang," Sylar muttered

Cool and now collected, Tifa watched nonchalantly as blades of sheer ice formed above and around her, ejected from the great glacial ball that her opponent had formed. She had done well to focus her energy in order to be ready for such an onslaught, and was relieved to keep her feelings at bay. The battle would always come first.

In the momentary inertia, looking up at the shards surrounding her, Tifa felt a smile creep up on her relaxed face. Barely moving her mouth, she whispered- "it's on......."

A cruel rain of frozen daggers, the shards began to fly towards her from all directions. Tifa allowed her silver aura to permeate from the centre of her being, and illuminate her limbs with power. Swift and at ease, she danced her arms and legs into each block, stopping the blades in their tracks and sending them flying. Hit after hit, she evaded every single one. Fists clenched, yet with no signs of a sweat breaking out, Tifa almost laughed as she blocked and dodged her way from out of the frozen rain.

When the final shard was about to hit, Tifa reached out her hand and grabbed it, holding it tight in her gloved hand. Now she stood nursing it, turning it over and admiring the beauty of the ice patterns that made up its mass. "A beautiful thing, and for me? You shouldn't have."

But before she could hurl it back at its creator, a familiar and piercing screech came from the sky, and Tifa looked quickly for its source. The sight that met her eyes was again familiar, and filled her with a heady mix of annoyance and enthrallment. "Don't those Metal freaks ever give up? Looks like we'll have to continue this later...."

Tifa hurled the ice shard she held at one of the descending Metalloids, knocking its lazer in the wrong direction and causing it to destroy several of its own. Six down, millions to go. Hope my new friend is up to a bit of play before our showdown..... And with that thought Tifa pushed off with her feet, thrusting herself up high into the blue night sky to meet her old adversaries once again.

[Misuzu]

Some would call it an excerpt of a distant memory. Some call it destiny. And some call it déjà vu. But for her, it was simply a re-run of the dreaded past.

Sailor Moon thought it was all over, from the moment she walked out of that supernatural door with her head held high, thinking past that door, was a sanctuary she could call her own. But she was only making finite assumptions to the new world that lay ahead - The opening of hell, in her case. Flashing open her alert, turquoise eyes, they filled to the brim with a composition of fear, dread, and anger. The emotions stirred in her deceasing mind, wavering with every passing moment. Insanity, most would tag it. A city that was ever so familiar spread out like an open book into her view while collapsing buildings descended around her still figure. Her fist curled, and her brow glowered. It was obviously not the end of the race quite yet, but the start of something new.

With a clicking of her heels within her white boots, she paced down the cracking streets of the dimly lit city - The only lights being cascaded into her view were of those being from the roaring flames and natural fireworks swirling around the god-forsaken city. It seemed as if no other form of life accompanyed her - Was she alone? No, she knew she wasn't. A sense inside her bones made her gain the feeling of other humans in this city, but she'd have to seek them before her life was lost, and possibly primarily what was left of her sanity.

Suddenly taking off in a swift sprint, the crashing and booming of decaying buildings dropped the the already demented earth behind her footsteps that could no longer be heard. Only the panting of her lungs and the adrenaline spurting in her veins were echoed inside her ears, even the uneven beats of her heart sounded. I have to find someone...Anyone. Before it's too late. Too late...Those two words re-played numerous times as her insides cringed in desperation. Yes, desperate, she would crawl if that was all the strength remaining that surpassed within her until the time she'd find someone.

[Wzrdto25]

Lone Wolf has been eliminated.

[Wzrdto25]

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After escaping the exploding planet, in separate ships, the players find themselves on board an endless space station, loaded with weapons, sleeping metalloids, and endless barrels of dark matter. This dark matter holds power beyond comprehension, but every player knows that using it will eventually kill you, could this be what's fueling the enormous machines? These barrels are littered throughout the endless corridors of the Space Station, and some are even housing some secret metalloid babies, which are not too fond of strangers.

Teams are now divided into their actual teams (CC, AA, GG, TT, HS, DR), and each team member now must work together, battling other teams, to get to the center control center, before the rest. They have never worked together in their own teams, how will they fair against the competition? The reason for this, is that the space station is entering a high speed mode that will disconnect the outer ring from the space station and send it floating through space forever. Sirens around the space station are already counting down to the imminent demise of the players, but should they reach their destination what will they find? Perhaps the pilot of the ship is not someone, or thing they will ever want to cross paths with. They might no be as merciful as the metalloids, in letting the players escape from their lives.

The space station has infinite rooms and it's massive chambers and rooms hold secrets to the metalloid origin, but is there time to learn from them. Should you venture too far into the metalloid nest aboard the space station you might just wake them, and the metalloids surely won't be happy. The surface of the ship is covered in dark matter, and with one touch, it can poison it's prey while the metalloids finish them off. The dangers of the space station outranks many others. Another disturbing fact is that the ship is covered with bones and corpses of previous crew members, making the eerie ship seem even more dangerous.

The Omega space station is waiting.



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lol next stage

[Miss Lockheart]

Before Tifa could reach the massive swarm of Metalloids, she found herself flying through a portal that was not of her own making- it was purple. Landing on the other side with a bump, Tifa looked around in stark amazement at where the swirling violet disc had led her. The spacestation, once again.

And I thought this place had been obliterated..... what kind of universe do I really live in?

Questions seemed to ebb and flow in Tifa's mind as she walked slowly and cautiously along the station's long metal corridors. She had memorized the routes before so she knew exactly which way to go. But this time her concern didn't seem to be how to get out in time- rather who she could find that would be left.

[ForgottenMemory]

A silence of defying proportions had struck; it seethed without warning.
It did not waver, nor did it have any intention of releasing its firm grip on the secretive corridor. The profound emptiness, the waning noise of nothing, clutched everything in the dimly lit halls. A thick, all-consuming shadow cast down, drawing away the features of a figure; they disfigured him, until he was no longer a man – but a creature of sullen secrecy; of darkness.

There he stood, this serpentine monster.
Lithe lights lined the walkway, down into what seemed a never-ending hall. His footfalls were powerfully defined as he descended, and his terrible force emitted from the very act of doing so. The lights shook with the cold of the place, jittering and flickering as he moved by. Reaching the first crossroads of ways, he halted.
Head cocked to the side, the demonic tongue flickered along the corners of the charlatan’s grin. His dark, imperishable eyes narrowed. A faint, thumping could now be heard from afar. The movements of the noise were uneven and clearly constant – clearly human.

A compressing, wild feeling of vertiginous grew within him; it was that feeling which drives him, the very will of his meaning, rising to the intensifying surface of his countenance. His internal clock of destruction, of scatterbrained, unstable insanity was ticking now. The whirling intensity spiraled through his mind as he drew from his pocket the only thing he kept with him at all times…

‘C’mere now; let’s see what we’ve got!

The footsteps drew nearer; his laughter growing in sound with them.

[4thkeybladeholder]

Wind picked up in the empty, winding halls, as a dark smoke starting to form, first transparent, but growing more and more prominent. It formed the shape of a body, spreading out to create arms and legs, a round piece that was the head.

Shards began to appear, crystallized pieces of dark material. They closed in the smoke, shard after shard fitting together into some twisted kind of human puzzle. When all the pieces had formed and none were left, the lifeless dark body began to shimmer. Anyone who looked at it would see nothing through the blinding light, but muffled sounds came from within.

The light died down in small amounts, slowly showing what had been hidden. A gloved hand came up to lift the mask off his face; revealing strands of white hair and a pale face. His eyes had a dark mixture within them, clouded with the heavy aura that formed around him. He viewed himself oddly, a gaze of confusion on his handsome face. He stepped forward abruptly, looking at his foot in deep concenctration. Another step, then another. Soon enough, he was taking long strides, his feet falling upon the metal floor loudly.

As he continued along his unknown path, laughter reached his ears. Cold, chilling laughter that almost made him shudder, but not quite. He had heard such laughter before, not only in other people, but himself. His hand clenched as a grin spread across his face. The laughter he heard filled him with a maniacal agreement to the unspoken words, as if such a laugh was a language in itself.

He stepped around a corner, following the laughter, faster and faster until he finally found the cause. His back was turned, but it didn't matter. Cecil knew this man had heard him there.

His odd choice of clothing made him blink, the bright colors on his shirt drawing his eyes away from his head.

The Dark Paladin simply stood there, watching the man, analyzing his movements. Would this man be a fight for him? Or would he simply die as easy as all the others he had faced?

Would this one be a challenge?

[kyo]

Sylar was amazed that the skill that the woman displayed, but was unable to properly analyze her strength due to the fact that he was no longer standing in the declining city; instead he was once again on the planet where the Metalloids roamed free.

Sylar placed his hands in his pockets and a swarm of Mettalloids jumped out of the surrounding buildings and landed on the damaged terrain, forming a huge ellipse around the area where Sylar stood.
A smile crept slowly across Sylar's face as he lifted his right leg, bending his knee as his foot climbed.
Silence.

Nothing happened for two minutes and seven seconds until one Mettaloid crouched, making a screech as it's metallic skin scraped across its neighbor. Sylar stomped his foot upon the ground and the rifts rapidly crawled along the surface of the ground.

Two things had happened: Sylar's left leg emitted radiation, severely damaging the ground that he stood upon, and his right leg guided his telekinesis as a monumental force struck the ground, causing a massive earthquake, the area that Sylar stood upon at the epicenter.

The ground buckled and collapsed, forming a huge crater with Sylar hovering above the combined wreckage of metal and dirt.

Sylar was unable to appreciate his handiwork because the scene around him changed and he was, once again, inside of the space station.

"Someone needs a bigger imagination," Sylar said aloud. "I wonder if that man is here too. Did he survive?"

[Wzrdto25]

Stage Change.

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After the spaceships individually land, the teams find themselves scattered across the deep roots of a endless desert. The desert provides no firm shelter, and strong storms flood through.

Group 1 - Glory Guardians

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(Ignore the badly drawn picture) The Glory Guardians find themselves in the nest of a massive breed of Sand Sharks, should they make one wrong move, they will surely die. These sand sharks, are enormous and travel mainly by underground, and they can hear you from a fair distance.

Group 2 - Acid Anarchy

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Acid Anarchy land themselves in the village of thieves and criminals, where no one can turn without getting attacked. These shadow thieves have dark matter infused with them, and hold powers unlike any other society in the universe.

Group 3 - Crimson Crusaders

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The Crimson Crusaders land in the midst of a strong desert sandstorm, but something arises in the distance, a massive ship, gliding through the sand. Arrows, harpoons and explosives are fired from atop it, at the heroes. Pirates on board are aiming to destroy the heroes at all costs.

Group 4 - Death Reapers

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The death reapers discover they are in the middle of a massive storm, but around the horizon they hear the heavy panting of galloping as a herd of massive creatures emerge from the sand and lunge forward trying to kill them. Dark matter fresh on their breath.


Rules:

1. You cannot kill these people/monsters.
2. You cannot interact with other teams unless specified by an event.
3. You must survive through the sandstorm.

For adjusted teams click below

HEROES
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CC | Roxas 1994 - Megaman "SSFW I - First Place Champion"
GG&CC | Miss Lockheart - Tifa Lockheart "SSFW III - Judge"
GG | Azure - Zero "SSFW I - Third Place Champion"

Crimson Crusaders
TerraT3 - Spiderman/Venom
kingofheartsX - Ichigo Kurosaki
Sora's Shadow - Ike
Xuan - Riku
TwilightPrince - Harpuia

Glory Guardians
videogame714 - Isaaru
Chaser's Apprentice - Yami/Yugi Motou
Blazing_Ace - Musashibo Benkei
Yellow Flash - Naruto Uzumaki




VILLAINS

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AA | 4thkeybladeholder - Cecil Harvey "SSFW II - First Place Champion"
AA&DR | HappyHeartless - Bastila Shan "SSFW II - Second Place Champion"
DR| UltimaX - Sora "SSFW II - Third Place Champion"

Acid Anarchy
KH2_Finalsora - Orphen
Firesnake - Darklord
rzgrz - Jean Grey
awesome roxas - Master Chief
ForgottenMemory - The Joker


Death Reapers
Sora-Keyblade - Goku
Angel_Misuzu - Sailor Moon
Kyo - Sylar
Lone Wolf - Karas/Otoha
xaldin's_my_nobody - Jackie Estacado





One day until the last elimination.

[Misuzu]

Dazed and confused, Sailor Moon awoke on an ever-so familiar setting that composed of blurred gusty winds and beastly black mosters roaming about the isolated land. She pushed herself up off the sand onto her elbows, and took in a slow deep breath while attempting to clear her wandering mind. It seemed as if every moment was crucial to her evaporating sanity, and if she wanted to make this out alive and well, she'd have to discover an escape path somewhere...That is, if one happened to be in existence.

Brushing off the excess particles of warm, tan sand as the heat waves from the bright sun sizzled the beads of sweat upon her damp skin, Sailor Moon stood on two unsupportive and weakened legs that would only be able to widthstand her weight for so long. But she'd have to at least take a chance at fighting her way out of this, she most certainly could not leave her whole risk of survival behind to decay on this wasteland she named hell itself. A sound was heard is the distance. Was is the faint howling of the miniature tornados that formed all around her very being? No. It was something her ears were never meant to hear...Not after that day. It was the sound of the screeching black demons with those beady red eyes that seemed to lock on their target the very moment they spotted her. Spinning around on her heels while her bleak eyes widened, her mind stopped functioning for a few minutes as two beasts sprinted at her head-on. They were headed for her, and no one else was there to save her.

Her brain twisted and turned as the faint memory seemed resistant to being upbrung, yet it played itself in her head. She remembered exactly what this things were: Vicious, dangerous, and nothing stood in their way. Her legs began to un-numb, and she took off in the quickest sprint her weakened two would take her. Just run, run, run, and run. Don't let them get you...Don't... She rolled her eyes at herself for thinking those obvious thoughts. Who wouldn't run as of now? Perhaps an idiot, like herself. It was only a couple minutes ago that she stood before the monsters, not knowing whether to stay and be ripped and torn to pieces or rather run like she was at the moment. A cenial chuckle rose in her throat, and then morphed into a maniacal boom of laughter. She was definitely losing it. It was already starting, and she wasn't surprised. It wouldn't be very long before she completely grew brain dead.

Running and not taking a single glance back, she stood before a large cliff that beamed in the sunlight, and in her way. She glimpsed back now to see whether the two were still in her prescence, and she raised an eyebrow at the eerie sight. The only form of matter that was with her were nothing but the sand in which she stood on, and the oxygen in which she breathed. Stumped and confused, her legs gave way, sending her on her side on the dustied floor. I'm guessing I was too easy for them...They're right. I am nothing but a pitiful human. Worthless. She blinked a couple times trying to regain a sense of normal vision, but it was slowly fading by the day. This would be as good as it was going to get. As her mind wandered, so did everything else - Including her legs that chose to no longer help her out on this dreary mission in which she hadn't a clue she'd be capable of accomplishing. The thought stuck like a post-it in her head. Would she be able to finish the game of cat-and-mouse? Or would she be the mouse that eventually dies off from its predator? Maybe...

...Yes, definitely maybe.

[ForgottenMemory]

The change was so sudden –

It was almost funny.

The air swam with the swarming sound of insects; a continuous, obnoxious undertone drilling into his ears. A swift wind cascaded everywhere, and with it came a sweltering, unavoidable heat. Grains of sharp, shard-like sand stung the hot surroundings, drifting everywhere.
He seemed to be in a courtyard of sorts; a main villa among a once standing town. All that remained were the sorrowful ruins of buildings, casting odd, distorting shadows against the bright, brilliant sun.
Everything had a sway to it; the distance so completely far away that it seemed but an apparition all together.
But everything simply came back to this undeniable heat; it was infernal, and seemed to be rising by the moment. It grew tighter around his neck, his smeared façade beginning to become slick. As his darting tongue traced a familiar line along his lips, portions of the crimson coloring dissolved.

“Now wherrre might that-uh, miss-teeear-eous stah-ranger gone?”

The depth of his voice was off, and the dryness of his throat had it cracking with a strained sensation.
The charlatan turned on his heals then, raising a finger in mockery, as if he had remembered something.
Swaggering off - to a chilling tune in which he himself hummed – he made to leave the area, ‘friend’ still tightly griped at hand.

[kyo]

Clang

Clang

Sylar's footsteps echoed off of the walls of the empty space station with a dull, hollow reverberation.
"Oh my darlin..." Sylar trailed off, hoping that someone would reply.
Sylar closed his eyes and began to breath through his nose as he continued his tedious march through the empty space station.
Pumpkin? Pineapple? Sylar thought, absentmindedly.

Sylar did not observe the transition, but the surface beneath the soles of his shoes slowly changed and created a different noise with a different pitch sent a warning signal to his brain, which he promptly ignored.
Death wants me to continue, Sylar thought as he slightly lowered his head.
He wants me to continue.

Sylar's eyes flew open and revealed that he was once again upon the planet that was home to the demonic beasts that lived within the confines of the sand. However, this time was significantly different; he was in a city instead of the middle of a desolate wilderness. Throughout all of this, Sylar's pace did not change. He continued his predetermined path in-between the high-rising buildings without any destination in mind.

Sylar's direction led him into the center of the city: An open courtyard that hosed very little in terms of tourism- but then again, why would a ghost town encourage tourism when there is no one to collect the revenue?
This thought traversed the crowded river's of Sylar's mind until it's metaphorical canoe capsized in the wake of a metaphorical tidal wave that swept all thoughts to a different part of Sylar's present line of thinking. The thought would have complained, had it had any of the essential physical peripherals to make speechd, but then it saw the source of the metaphorical tidal wave; The man that Sylar had met when he had first arrived upon the space station was walking away.

Sylar followed the man, his feet hardly touching the ground as he walked.

[Wzrdto25]

Angel_Misuzu has been eliminated...

FINAL STAGE.

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The fight between the final two has been fated, who will stand victorious at the end of this massive battle.

This stage is an empty abyss, that has been swallowing the worlds, deep within this darkness lies to key to conquering the universe, and only two are left to find it.

[kyo]

As Sylar tailed the man he had first met in forced captivity upon the Space Station, the scene around him faded into a vast scene of nothingness; although there were certain events occurring, there were only a precious few minute focal points. Sylar had literally been transported to what seemed like a vacuum. The was no noise, but there were plenty of visual distractions that pulled his conscious trail of thought and attention away from that fact.

As Sylar twisted and rotated his line of vision in multiple directions he found that everything that consisted of any amount of physical matter, and therefore space, was being pulled towards a single point- which consequently obliterated the subject matter, forming crude additions to an abstract, imperfect sphere of rubble and rubbish that was collecting at an alarming rate.

As Sylar continued his observations, he found that he was suspended at relative angle as he observed these events, which bothered him slightly. He tentatively took a step forward and found that the transparent, yet solid, surface he stood upon was curved. As he took additional steps he found that the events happening in the "background" rotated.
Am I walking along a spiraling path? Sylar wondered.
It seemed to be the only logical explanation, but Sylar pushed all thoughts away and focused intently on finding the man he had been following in the city.

"Olly olly oxen free..." Sylar muttered.

[ForgottenMemory]

It was a derisive creature that walked the depths of this charred world.

It was everywhere; lurching, the shadows splayed like ivory ink fingers: expanding, flexing. They were unavoidable, an intangible closure of eternal, silent chaos.
A force of immense proportions was awakening and alive once again. It broke the sense of worldly emotions, twisting knotted minds into despair. Leaving nothing in its path, the force raged, unseen, unpredictable. It claimed a veritable terror – all from a void of nothingness.

The greatest fear is of the unknown.
This gaunt, empty storm, and the man who stood within it – they weren’t so different.

‘In fah-act, I’d saaay we’re rah-lated!’

A wry, unrepressed grin cracked the obscene facial features of the creature, a burlesque smile forever embedded. His eyes filled with a bitter anarchy, holding a gaze like acid upon the vague scenery about him. A strength of sovereignty pulsated within him, the energy frightfully vicious. He envisioned before him a pendulum, growing rapidly in speed and the ticking; the constant ticking reverberated, it jittered with the force of the sound, inevitable. The psychological clock reached derangement, and suddenly –
His cackle rang cold and relentless through the darkness.

The mental time bomb had gone off.

[kyo]

Sylar continued his drawn out death march through the void. Several times he tried to move himself with his telekinesis, but, due to the fact that there was no way to tell if it was working caused by the absence of anything to act as a reference point, his efforts were in vain. He continued his march.

The destruction around him had decreased in speed.
Any slower and it will stop. What is happening? Sylar thought.

A movement to Sylar's left drew his attention away. It was the man!

This was it; the final conclusion that is required for life, and existence in general, to continue. However, in order for "existence" to live on, one of the two must die; fate had decided this long ago.
Sylar looked upon the man's countenance and felt nothing; he had long since given up trying to form any sort of alliance with this man or anyone else for that matter. Throughout this entire ordeal, Sylar had recieved assistance only once, and that was a peculiar orb that had been given to him, but he had never used it.

Sylar felt the front of his worn out jeans, trying to locate the orb, and was not surprised when he found nothing at all. Not even his wallet, not that he ever needed money.

And yet, something seemed right about this moment. Sylar had survived the most insurmountable odds, met death himself- or itself- and had lived through everything else that his tormentors had thrown at him. Sylar did not know the circumstance that this man had gone through- nor did he know the personal agonies that this man may or may not be going through- but he felt that this moment was meant to happen.

And that filled him with an increased desire that raged within him to survive, whether or not his rival, or nemesis, would be able to do the same.

Despite his rage, as Sylar's gaze continued to observe the stranger that stood before him, Sylar still felt, more or less, that he could understand this man- despite their differences.

[ForgottenMemory]

He turned with a deliberate, lurching movement; one action, to face his opponent.

Despite the perils that each relentless villain had faced, despite the inhuman things they had both caused: both created, both witnessed, despite the horrendous, sickly thoughts they had each once had – they were able to see beyond that now.

As power looked in to the eyes of formidable power, those things became nothing but the sodden past. In that moment, the two saw each other for what they really were; they were able to witness the vitality of themselves, reflected in the eyes before them.

What lied behind the darkened, grim eyes of a being overcome by his past, who shuddered at his own name?
What soul reminisced behind the fraudulent façade of a creature whom spent his life in sardonic joking, rather than facing the scars of reality?

Their humanity;

Each was a man, a living, breathing man.
With this irrevocable realization came the collapse of the almighty, nonchalant force which had consumed them both. The blackened void was nothing more than that of a symbol, a figurative and physical representation of the daunting layers in which they had hid within for so long.
They were imperturbable now, their aesthetic found. The two who had survived, the two who had remained – they would be able to return now, to leave these riddles behind.

It was not a matter of escaping; there was no battle to be fought. The only key that there had been all along, the only thing needed to be found: were themselves.

As the light came through, that which had been surreptitious was no more. And the unmistakable hero, the hellion joker –

were gone.