Archive 1: August 9th, 2011 to August 12th, 2012

Dr. Las Moore - "I'm Batman." - Batman : TALK

I wrote around 4 paragraphs the other night, though it didn't conclude the fight. I can conclude it if you'd like.   21:36, November 20, 2012 (UTC)</font>

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El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK No, I'll conclude it. Just leave what you've written on MY talk page so I can finish up the fight... I thought people answered messages on the other person's talk page :)...

Hey Las, its JWarrior89.

Just reminding you about putting my "Shao Kahn vs Nightmare" battle on the main page :)

Thank you again.

JWarrior89 (talk) 22:39, November 20, 2012 (UTC)JWarrior89

No expert's opinion requiredEdit

Dear Las, as you have delayed for such a long time...

I no longer require the batman expert's opinion, of course unless you are writing it, then I will use it.

Thundrtri (talk) 01:33, November 27, 2012 (UTC)

Screaming Eagles vs. Lusthog Squad Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Hey Las. Our newest battle is up, and I provided some video clips from Hamburger Hill to show what the Screaming Eagles are like. Pick out a couple of YouTube videos of the Lusthog Squad and put 'em on my talk page, and I'll put 'em on the blog post.

MW3 Tournament - 2nd PlaceEdit

User:Redkite - 'Fate rarely calls upon us at a moment of our choosing.' - Optimus Prime: TALK Congratulations that you have reached 2nd place in the Moden Warfare 3 tournament, it's a shame this was your last battle however your fight to 2nd place has earned you a badge. To add the badge to your list of earned badges, simply go into the editing section of your profile or wherever you place your badges and click on 'Add other templates' on the right toolbar then search the name of the badge template so 'Redkite's MW3 Tournament Winner - 2nd Place' then insert into your desired place.

Saints Row 3 Tourney: InterviewEdit

I am going to have a reporter interview you about the tournament, which I am calling Steel-War Tournament III (The III is for story purposes) and see what your character thinks about all this.

"Guys, I am here with Mr. M. C. F--ker the Fourth, because being the Third is overrated, Claus."

"Whatever you want your character to say

"Now, what is you thoughts on this whole tournament? What do You think will be the outcome?"

"This is where you (or more say, your character) states his what he thinks is going to happen and stuff like that. Maybe give off some back-story"

Report Back soon. Undead RVD (talk) 05:27, December 15, 2012 (UTC)

Homepage PollEdit

Hey dude, could you add Skyfall to the poll on the homepage? 

95.146.241.131 15:12, December 15, 2012 (UTC)

About Lusthog vs. Screamin' Eagles Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Hey Las - I don't think we're going to get any more votes. I'm going to close voting today, unless if you have any objections. I won't take any action until I get your reply.

Dear Las,

Could you please explain how to add pictures and tables to battles. I'm not all that techwise and the creating a battle page isn't all that clear.

Thanks,

Master of AwesomenessMaster of Awesomeness (talk) 02:03, December 23, 2012 (UTC)

Hellstorm Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Look, Las, I know you're busy... but I'm not sure if I want to keep running a collab. season with you if we're not going to get much of anything done. Do you have an idea of when you'll be able to give me the intro for the Lusthog Squad for our battle?

SMB vs. PSASBR Edit

Hey, just saw the title card you posted. I think I know what you're next battle is going to be, and it's, as Sly Cooper's Murray would say, AWESOME! KevlarNinja (talk) 15:00, January 4, 2013 (UTC)

Slasher Edit

Yes, it's come to my attention from some of the other guys in my slasher tournament that you're slasher is too over-powered, mostly due to that holy weapon thing. Plus, I have to say that's breaking the part of the rules where it says that everybody has to be able to die of blood loss, organ damage or just a plan headshot. And seening as that can only happen to your slasher with blessed weapons, something most of the other slashers don't have, you are going to have to tone him down a few notches to make things a little more fair. KevlarNinja (talk) 17:07, January 5, 2013 (UTC)

PSASBR vs SSBB assisstance...Edit

I see that in your PSASBR vs SSBB you were looking for help, and I think that I could handle Sir Fortesque vs Link.  I recently bought the game guide for PSASBR and I own SSBB.  Just fill me in on what I have to do. My emotions are Might...Affectos (talk) 01:30, January 6, 2013 (UTC)

M.C. F--ker the Fourth vs the Fire Cat: BattleEdit

‘‘In Loren Square, Downtown Steelport”

M.C. and his 3 strippers are walking down the middle of the road. No one is in sight.

(Insert something about M.C is going to with his strippers after he wins this fight)

As they are walking down the street, they can hear a load noise around the corner. It is full of snarls, moans and grunts. The strippers are shaking and slowly walk back.

(M.C. tells his girls to stop shaking and that it probably isn’t anything to bad) Then the source of the noise is now in sight: 10 Zombies. Flaming ones to be exact.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat: x15

(M.C. yells at his girls to run like hell)

M.C. and his girls start running for their lives. One of his girls, dressed in a “cowgirl” theme, trips and falls. She turns over, only to see a horde swarm her. “M.C.! HELP ME! AHHHH,” The Stripper says as the inflamed zombies tear at her. Blood and guts are seen flying. One of her breast implants is seen flying out.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat: x15

M.C. and his other two girls are still running. They run towards a small building with a large metal crate near it, tall enough for them to climb up onto the building. The Zombies are not far behind.

(M.C. ordering his girls to get up onto the building)

As the zombies come, M.C. fires his Ultimaxe and kills 5 of them. They run up the crate and M.C. follows. On top of the building, where the zombies can’s reach them, M.C. Rains down grenades from his M2 Grenade Launcher.

(M.C. Yelling at the Zombies as he blows them up)

The explosions are load and powerful enough to kill the remaining zombies. They all sigh in relief. M.C. notices something is wrong. He finds that one of his girls, a “military themed one, is dead, with several bullets in her head . M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat: x5

He looks over at a parking ramp not far behind the building they are on. He thinks the Fire Cat is there. Ha and his remaining stripper climb down and head for the Parking Ramp. As they run into it, gun fire is head. The Fire Cat fires several rounds from his TOGO-13, the same gun he used to kill that stripper, into M.C. F—ker and then retreats further into the ramp.

M.C.’s stripper, “nurse” themed, runs up to him to check on him. “You OK boss?” (M.C. says he is fine)

They continue up the ramp. They can’t find their enemy. Then, from above, a Molotov flies down, followed by the Fire Cat with his Duel 45 Shepherds. The Fire hits the stripper and causes her to panic. The Fire Cat kicks M.C. and forces him to drop his shotgun. M.C. pulls out his KA1-Kobra and fires at him. The Fire Cat, however, fires a couple rounds at M.C.. M.C. gets some hits in but is knocked back a ways. The Fire Cat runs up a ramp and out of M.C.’s sight. The Stripper follows him, armed with a TEK Z-10.

M.C. is able to get up pretty quickly and hears a lack of gun fire. He pulls out his Viper Laser Rifle and runs up the ramp, only to find the Fire Cat with his arm around his stripper’s neck.

(M.C. yells some threats if his stripper gets hurt)

The Fire Cat looks at him with lifeless eyes. He then pulls his arm, cracking the stripper’s neck. He tosses her body over the ledge.

(M.C. yells at Fire Cat about how that was his favorite Stripper)

M.C. opens fire at Fire Cat but he dodges behind a wall. Then, the remaining zombies charge at him. He opens fire on them, too, and is able to kill them all off.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:

Fire Cat then leans out his head. In a rage, M.C. fires out his Viper Laser Rifle in till it overheats. M.C. starts to fan it out when the Fire Cat pulls out his Sonic Boom and sends M.C. flying and his rifle flying further. M.C. gets up quick and pulls out his Cyber Blaster and sends out a barrage of blasts at the Fire Cat. He hits the Sonic Boom and damages it. The Fire Cat drops it and runs back behind the wall. M.C. follows him for a while.

The Fire Cat turns behind another wall. M.C. follows but is met with a two TEK Z-10s pumping out flaming bullets. M.C. runs back and the two continue to exchange fire. M.C. is able to out run the Fire Cat, find a spot to wait and pulls out his Penatrator. Once the Fire Cat is close enough, M.C. runs at him. However, the Fire Cat responds by throwing a Satchel Charge M.C. Thankfully, M.C. dodges and M.C. gives off some swings. The Fire Cat dodges the attacks and the two moves up to a ledge leading outside. M.C. Keeps swinging, while the Fire Cat keeps dodging. Then the Satchel Charge runs out of time and goes off. The Explosion is powerful enough to send them both flying out and causes that level from the parking ramp to collapse.

As the smoke settles, M.C. and Fire Cat start getting up. M.C. gets up first and, still holding his Penetrator, walks up to the Fire Cat, raising it over his head.

(M.C. says how much of a pain in the a—the Fire Cat has been and how it gives him great joy to kill him)

Just as M.C. has his weapon over his head, the Fire Cat, at one knee, one foot, turns around, cocks his Grave Digger and fires at M.C.. M.C. flies back, with a blaze of fire on his chest. He starts to get back onto his knees but another cocking sound is heard. The Fire Cat aims his Grave Digger right at M.C.’s head. M.C. just looks up at him… and chuckles once.

(M.C. says that even though he dies today, People will forever remember his name. Halfway saying his name, he gets cut off)

The Fire Cat fires his Grave Digger at M.C.’s head, blasting him to smithereens. The Fire Cat then just leaves.

M.C. F--ker the Fourth:

The Fire Cat:

The last part I don't require you to dink around with. Post what you got done on my talk page. Also, I am sorry for your loss. M.C. was a good pimp. Possibly, if I do another on of these, he can make a combat. Those who have died don't always stay dead (e.g. Gat).

Undead RVD (talk) 02:19, January 16, 2013 (UTC)

I REALLY would like you to write up your guys line soon. I want to post the battle in the near future. Please try to get in in to me soon.

Undead RVD (talk) 01:41, January 18, 2013 (UTC)

We should do it together!Edit

Hey Las,

Since you showed an interest in The Driver vs Anton Chigurh, and I never really got around to doing it, would you by chance like to work together on it sometime with you repping Chigurh and me repping The Driver?

Sincerely,

--BeastMan14 (talk) 13:10, January 18, 2013 (UTC)

Lusthog vs. Eagles Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Lasmoore, I'm growing impatient. It's been months. Are you going to keep up with your end of the collaboration? If not, I'm going to write the battle myself and take control of the ones that I can write myself.

RE: Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Thanks dude! Glad to know you're back in business. Here's another part: “All right, men, saddle up! Pack your toothbrushes, your guns, and the pictures of your girlfriends, because we’re headed to Hue!” Eden announces to his men as they sit in the dirt. Groaning, the Eagles respond with a mix of profanities and woeful lamentations, but they obediently begin to gather their belongings and head towards the helipad. Sergeant Adam Frantz hangs back and approaches Eden cautiously. “Hue City?” he asks. “Man… damn Commies hit there, what, a year ago? Why do we have to head over there?” Eden looks over his shoulder and sighs as he sees his men cheerfully talk and load up on the Hueys. “There’s a group of crazy bastards rampaging across the city…” he mutters. “Our men. We’re being sent in to … apprehend ‘em.” The ghost of a smile appears on Frantz’s lips. “You’re kidding! We’re babysitting? Ha!” Relaxing, Frantz slings his M-16 rifle over his shoulder and turns back to get aboard one of the Hueys. Eden watches his friend go, but anxiety still paints his face."

Our collab. Edit

“In this dirty old part of the city... where the sun refuses to shine…. People tell me there ain’t no use in tryin’.”

The music blares from the loudspeakers on the Huey transport choppers as they make their way over the tops of peaceful Hue city, still damaged from the ferocious battle that took place there about a year ago.

“Now my girl you’re so young and pretty, and one thing I know is true… you’ll be dead before your time is due.”

Alphabet leans back in the chopper and sings along to We’ve Gotta Get Out of This Place by the Animals.

“WATCH MY DADDY IN BED AND DYIN’! WATCH HIS HAIR BEEN TURNIN’ GRAY – YEAH! HE’S BEEN WORKING AND SLAVIN’ HIS LIFE AWAY! OH YES I KNOW!” Burly machine gunner Duffy strums an air guitar and the two join together in an off-key melody: “WE’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! IF IT’S THE LAST THING WE E-EVER DO! WE’VE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS PLACE! Girl, there’s a better life for me and you!”

The choppers kick up dust and blow nearby palm trees violently around and they descend slowly on landing pads. Marines in dark green fatigues wave them down. Over the roar of the rotors and the blare of the music, Frantz and Eden step out and meet the Marine.

“Papers?” the soldier shouts, squinting.

“We’re the 101st,” Eden says. “We’re ready for business.”

Lusthog vs. Eagles Edit

"God dammit..." Cowboy mutters. is what you last typed.

Squinting and looking down the road, he notices a group of soldiers approaching with American weapons. Turning briefly to spit, he looks up and grunts, “Who sent the prima-donna squad over here? We’ve got it under control.”

The soldiers are the Screaming Eagles. Eden approaches Cowboy and says, “Who’s in charge here?”

“I am.”

“Not anymore. You’ve caused far too much trouble over here, and my men are going to escort you back to base.” Eden jabs a finger into Cowboy’s chest, pushing him back a few steps. Cowboy retaliates by slamming the butt of his M16 across Eden’s chin. Blood flies from Eden’s mouth and he stumbles back into his own men. Duffy steps forward and lowers his M60 machine gun at the Lusthog Squad. “Careful, piece of shit,” he growls. “I’m not afraid to turn this gun on you.”

“Wait!” Frantz steps forward and holds up his arms. “This isn’t how this is supposed to go! Just put down your weapons, EVERYONE, and let’s get back to base!”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Animal Mother says. “You know what I think, Cowboy?”

“What?”

“These motherfuckers picked the wrong damn fight!” Animal Mother pulls the trigger on the M60 and sweeps it down at his waist, spraying the Screaming Eagles. As the shocked 101st Division scrambles for cover, several of the soldiers are thrown into the air and chopped up by the massive machine-gun rounds. x3

“Please to meet you, hope you guess my name! But what’s puzzlin’ you is the nature of my game!”

Duffy holds his ground and returns fire with his M60, killing two of the Lusthog Squad soldiers and destroying the radio. x2 Eden crouches behind a low brick wall and grabs Frantz’s radio as the sergeant takes wild shots with his M16. “Those bastards are shooting at us!” he screams. “Send air support, ASAP!”

Private Frank Gaigin of the Eagles runs up to cover Duffy’s retreat and takes a bullet to the stomach, shattering his midsection. Falling back in shock, he lands in the arms of “Doc” Johnson, who’s already trying to deal with another wounded soldier. “Crazy fools!” Motown shouts next to Doc, as he drops off shots from his M79. The explosions tear across the narrow street, and another Lusthog Squad member falls to the floor, killed by the blast. A random shot from a LAW rocket streaks overhead and blows a chunk out of an office building above the Eagles, raining massive hunks of concrete and debris. Coughing under the dust, the Eagles try to regroup as they fall back in disarray. The Lusthog Squad pushes forward viciously, M16s and M60s ablaze with fire, spewing lead left and right. Private Elliott McDaniel of the Eagles stands up and pulls his arm back to throw a grenade, but is riddled through his body and falls back dead. The live grenade rolls to the floor and comes to a stop next to Doc, working on Gaigin. The wounded soldier next to Gaigin is now dead.

“Grenade!” Doc screams in horror. He stoops over to pick up the grenade and lobs it as high as he can back at the Lusthog Squad, but the grenade blows up in midair, harming no one.

REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE Edit

As the Lusthog Squad fires from cover, the burly figure of Duffy appears down the alley, sprinting as he fires his M60 at the hip. The bullets chip at the buildings and send sharp concrete fragmentation raining down on the Lusthog Squad. Duffy hops over a low wall and shoots at several shocked Lusthog Squad members, ripping them apart. x2 Their corpses fly back and lie tattered in the street. Duffy has attracted a lot of enemy fire, though, and round after round slaps into his massive chest and arms. The 5.56 rounds lack stopping power, and in his rage, Duffy presses onward, Galvan following close behind. Galvan aims down his sights at a fleeing Lusthog member and fires a few rounds into his back, but the injured warrior pushes through the pain and disappears into a doorway. Galvan stops and prepares to throw a grenade into the doorway, but Duffy keeps pushing forward.

A bloop from an M79 grenade launcher echoes across the battlefield, and explodes behind Duffy. Galvan is thrown to the side, riddled with shrapnel. The live grenade rolls from his hands and lies in the street – and the explosion kills the man hiding in the doorway. Duffy bursts in on Doc Jay and the injured Cowboy, and he grins as he lowers the M60 and presses the trigger – but his belt of ammunition jams at the most inopportune of times. Recovering quickly, Duffy swings the barrel and cracks Doc Jay in the jaw, but Cowboy’s M1911 provides sufficient stopping power to injure the hulking brute. Duffy stumbles back and grabs at his stomach, right in time for a second shot that shatters his skull, throwing brain matter across the wall.  

El Alamein (talk) 23:26, February 10, 2013 (UTC)

My battleEdit

Could you vote on my battle please http://deadliestfiction.wikia.com/wiki/User_blog:Mrweare121/The_mario_brothers_vs_Donkey_kong_and_Diddy_kong Mrweare121 (talk) 19:18, February 11, 2013 (UTC)Mrweare121

Durge Edit

In the battle between Lobo and Durge, Lobo appears to have almost every advantage. He's stronger and can not be killed being truly immortal. However Durge has a few advantages over Lobo that may get him the win.

First amoung Durge's abilties is his regeneration, while Lobo also has this abilty, Durge's is particuarly affective thanks to his Gen'Dai physiology. His muscels and nerves all work to pull him back together even if he his seperated into pieces. This ties into Durge's other advantage, also related to his physiology, he has no vital organs that can be targeted, no heart or brains sense his entire body functions as these orangans. As a result Durge can't be knocked out by means of physical force, not matter how hard he is hit and not matter how badly he is damaged, he's almost never going to be more than slighty inconvenienced. His physiology also mean he has no delay between his thoughts and his action, becasue his nervous system in signifcantly more advanced most species. Durge's armor I don't see as offering a great advantgae in this fight in terms of protection. But it links up with his cybernetic implants to help him in combat, increases his physical abiltys. These will help him, however against Lobo they may not help much.

Durges's biggest advantage in this fight however is not truly anything he brings to the fight, It's what Lobo doesn't. Lobo, as far as I know lacks any abilty's or powers that would truly affect Durge in any meaningful way. Becasue Durge can't be beaten to death or incapciated by physical means, there is only one known way to truly beat him, and that was throwing him into a star. The only thing that stopped Durge's run of destruction was sending him flying into a star, and at the time he was considered truly dead. However, many years later, it was reveled that even this wasn't enough to truly kill him. It isn't known how any thing of Durge survied, but there was enough of him left to considered alive, however greviosuly injured, he was still considered medically alive, and even began to heal. I don't think Lobo posses that level of destructive capabiltys. One could argue Lobo could grab Durge and throw him into a star, but Durge basically a blob on muscels and nerves, once he's out of his armor, grabbing him would be like trying grab a Eel, keep slipping out of the grip and sliding away, He can't easily be held or grabbed, so this more than likely would work.

In the end, While Lobo is insanly tough and durable, there is a chance to incapcitate him, a chance that is not present with Durge thanks to his healing factor and unigue physiology.

Landa vs. Goeth Part 1 Edit

Landa:

Goeth:

Hans Landa smiled pleasantly as he looked out the window of the truck at the passing forest. His driver watched the narrow road as they approached the checkpoint gate.

“Now, remember, just get us past this checkpoint and we can meet up with Raine and his men,” Landa whispers to the driver.

The truck slows and makes a stop at the checkpoint. A Nazi guard stands at attention, salutes Landa and walks around to Landa’s side of the truck. After a brief and awkward pause, Landa steps out of the truck and removes his hat.

“How can I help, staff sergeant?” Landa asks, putting emphasis on the soldier’s lower rank.

“I’m sorry Colonel, but all passers-by must have their paperwork approved prior to approaching checkpoint.” The guard shifts uncomfortable from one leg to the other and rubs his neck with the back of his hand. “I’m sure you understand.”

Landa stiffens and looks down at the shorter staff sergeant. “Look here, staff sergeant, I have no time to be delayed. The Furher has been killed and I’ve been summoned to Berlin to help sort out the issue.”

The staff sergeant sniffs and looks up at Landa. “Why are you in France, then? In the middle of these woods? Shouldn’t you have gone to the airport?”

Landa’s anger flares, along with his panic as his story falls apart. “Move aside, STAFF SERGEANT, before I have you filed for insubordination!”

The sergeant shouts back, “You will return to your truck and go back the way you came!”

The shouting brings attention to the commander of the guard post, who walks around the small checkpoint and approaches the two arguing men. Amon Goeth has been reassigned in an effort to protect and shelter high-ranking SS officers after Hitler’s assassination. He stands face to face with Landa. “What seems to be the problem?” he asks, a dangerous silky tone to his voice.

Landa licks his lips nervously. “Staff Sergeant here is holding back a superior officer because of paperwork. I must get past this checkpoint.”

Goeth seems bored, suppresses a yawn, but steps forward, and holds out a hand. “Let me see your passport then.” Landa complies, reaching a hand into his coat pocket and showing his papers that include his picture, rank, and current country of station. “He checks out, Wilhelm,” Goeth says to the guard. “Let him pass.”

Landa casts one last angry glance at the guard before he arrogantly strides back to his truck, opens the door, and steps in. “Hermann,” he says to his driver, “we can pass.”

Goeth and the guard have been talking, and Goeth changes his mind, signaling the driver of Landa’s truck to stop.

“One more thing,” Goeth calls out as he approaches the truck. “Why is it exactly that you’re passing through here? What business does a Colonel have this deep and this remote in the woods?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Colonel.” Landa replies coldly.

“This has gone far enough, Colonel.” Goeth spits back. “Come back to the guard station with me and we’ll talk this out.”

Landa looks over at his driver and nods. Three disloyal Nazis creep out of the back of Landa’s truck as the traitorous Colonel steps down and they aim MP-40’s at Goeth, who has his back turned.

“DUCK COLONEL!” the guard shouts.

Goeth scrambles to the side of the road and takes cover behind a tree as the bullets kick up dirt behind him. The guard is shot through the torso and drops dead.  

LAAAASSSS Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Whaddup yo dawg, so post your first part of Lobo vsssss Drg on mah talk payge and I'll type the next parttt, kkkk?? K.

RE: Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK I'll get right on it, mate.

Private info and shizzEdit

Prologue “Mr. West, are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Frank finishes loading his “Broken Butterfly” revolver. “Son, you don’t have to worry. I may be older than the rest of you lot, but I’ve covered wars.” He smiles smugly as he finishes preparing his gear. “Okay Mr. West, pick you up when we get some info, got it?” The soldier opens the hatch for West. “Wish you luck. Don’t get eaten on us.” Frank just looks at him, glasses obscuring his eyes. “Compared to Willamette and Fortune City, this ….” Frank just leaps out the back of the plane. “IS A VACATION!!!!”

“Dad, STOP!!!” Carl yelled in fear as Rick fired randomly at a group of survivors. “Y’ALL STAY AWAY FROM MY SON!” He turns back to Carl. “Don’t you worry, Carl. Everything is gonna be alright. These bad men can’t hurt you. Not as long as I’m here.” The three other survivors cower in the corner. “Please sir, we’re just looking for supplies.” Rick angrily aims his Python at them. “DON’T YOU TOUCH MY BOY!!?” He then proceeds to tie them up. He holsters his Python, picking up his Machete nearby. He furiously hacks into the survivors, their screams echoing out Carl’s own sobbing. Blood comes out of their various wounds profusely; spraying fine mists of pink all over his shirt. “Don’t worry.” Carl just stares at his father in terror as he goes to a watchtower.

An hour later………

Rick sits in the watchtower, wiping the sweat from his brow. From his pocket he removes the picture of his wife, Lori. “Lori.......” He looks out into the field and sees a lady with black hair, wind blowing through her dress. Rick stands up, yelling loudly, “LORI! LORI!” She doesn’t turn around, simply pointing upward. Rick just continues to yell her name, his sanity still waning away. Finally, he snaps out of it and sees the helicopter. The hell is that? Rick asks himself. He looks through the scope of his rifle, seeing Frank preparing his gear.

RE: Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK I'm workin' on it. I'll have it to you later today.

I HAVE DELIVERED! Edit

“Hold up, I think I’m sensing some movement.” The clone trooper slowed his sprint to an unsteady walk and held up his hand. His squadmates slowed behind him, raising their blaster rifles in different directions, crouched and tense. They crept through the shadows of the abandoned CIS factory, their muffled footsteps echoing in the vast, open hallways. As they approached a doorway, the lead trooper held up a closed fist and motioned for his squad to hold position. He raised his rifle to eye level and cautiously peeked around the corner of the doorway. Seeing nothing, he moved in.

The other clones scanned the warehouse nervously, darting their eyes frantically underneath their helmets. Their own frantic breathing became the only discernible sound as the echoes of their commander’s footsteps faded in the distance. Then – a huge boom tore through the air and the ground shook. The clone troopers stumbled and looked around more anxiously still, but held their position. Moments before he turned the corner, the clones heard their commander’s footsteps in rapid succession – he was running.

“BREAK RANK, BREAK RANK!” he shouted, his rifle discarded, as he burst through the doorway. The high-pitched whine of a minigun spinning up preceded the rapid burst of bullets tearing in their direction. The commander was thrown into the air as the rounds punched through his armor, killing him instantly. Some of the clones panicked and threw down their weapons, running like their commander. A few held their ground, firing their blaster rifles randomly through the air, unable to see their assailant. Heavy footsteps crunched towards them as they kept up their barrage of blaster fire, and the bounty hunter Durge came into view, his wrist-mounted energy shield activated and deflecting the incoming fire as if it was no more than a squirt gun. With his free arm, Durge swept a lethal burst of flame out at the clones, consuming the troopers in a yellow-orange conflagration that lit up the corridor and amplified their screams of agony. Striding powerfully past his dying foes, Durge deactivated his energy shield and raised his wrist-mounted minigun, shooting at the clones halfway down the passageway. They lurched forward and sprawled facedown across the floor. Durge stopped firing. It was quiet again.

El Alamein (talk) 23:58, April 3, 2013 (UTC)

Ready, willing, able...and waitingEdit

When are you going to need me for the SSBB vs. PSASBR match-ups?  I'm in a break period between my match-ups, so I have time to work on the battles I volunteered for.  I just need a date and a good idea of what I'd have to do.  I've never done a collaberation before, but I'm anxious.

My emotions are Might...Affectos (talk) 15:05, April 9, 2013 (UTC)

Lobo vs. Durge part whatever Edit

Durge twisted his arms around the chains and snapped them off his legs before pulling his wrists together and slamming the flying metal back onto Lobo’s head. Lobo staggered back and clutched his head, giving Durge time to shake the chains off and spray lead from his wrist guns. Lobo straightened himself up and pushed through the machinegun fire, his body jerking unnaturally, as the bullets tore through his flesh and into the distance. Durge backed up slowly as Lobo advanced, before ceasing the machinegun fire and allowing the weapon to cool down. A hissing sound emerged from the barrel and smoke wriggled out. The shell casings clattered to the floor, and as Durge raised his wrists to fire again, Lobo leaped up and slammed a powerful fist into Durge’s midsection, knocking him off of his feet and sending him careening across the open warehouse into a wall, which crumbled and tore by the impact. Lobo slowed his pace as he approached Durge, who was struggling to regain his balance.

“S’ h’ve ya had enough yet, rust bucket?” Lobo sneered.

El Alamein (talk) 21:45, April 19, 2013 (UTC)

Hey Las, you gonna have the next part up soon?

El Alamein (talk) 21:43, April 30, 2013 (UTC)

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Lobo vs. Durge Edit

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Is the next part gonna be ready soon? I'm trying to be patient, Las, but otherwise I'm going to finish writing the battle myself.

THE ENTIRE BATTLE Edit

El AlameinThe Easter Bunny looked up and smiled as the door to his room opened.

“Lobo!”

“What’s up, doc?” The Bounty Hunter said, walking into the Icon of Easter’s room. It reeked of liquor and cigarettes, the Main Man thought he smelt some of the damn Bunny’s “droppings” in there also. Less than five words spoken and Lobo already wanted out of this rat hole.

“Good to see you! Care for a drink? They’re on me! C’mon, let’s go to the b-!” Lobo raised his right hand and slammed it on the Easter Bunny’s wooden table of alcohol, breaking it in two and cutting of the obnoxious Rabbit’s offer.

“Uh…Lobo look I just have a job for you, it’s quick and simp-“

“I wanna know what it is, furball.” Lobo cut the Rabbit off again, and drew his pistol from his holster. “You got ten seconds to explain the job and the pay, or I blow your ugly ass face off, rodent.”

“It’s Durge, he’s another bounty hunter. You see, Durge has been causing some…trouble for me and my customers. This is where you come in. I need you to mess him up. The pay will be good, trust me. Teach him a lesson he won’t forget. Locate him on the Water Moon. Find him and kick his ass!”

***

“Hold up, I think I’m sensing some movement.” The clone trooper slowed his sprint to an unsteady walk and held up his hand. His squadmates slowed behind him, raising their blaster rifles in different directions, crouched and tense. They crept through the shadows of the abandoned CIS factory, their muffled footsteps echoing in the vast, open hallways. As they approached a doorway, the lead trooper held up a closed fist and motioned for his squad to hold position. He raised his rifle to eye level and cautiously peeked around the corner of the doorway. Seeing nothing, he moved in.

The other clones scanned the warehouse nervously, darting their eyes frantically underneath their helmets. Their own frantic breathing became the only discernible sound as the echoes of their commander’s footsteps faded in the distance. Then – a huge boom tore through the air and the ground shook. The clone troopers stumbled and looked around more anxiously still, but held their position. Moments before he turned the corner, the clones heard their commander’s footsteps in rapid succession – he was running.

“BREAK RANK, BREAK RANK!” he shouted, his rifle discarded, as he burst through the doorway. The high-pitched whine of a minigun spinning up preceded the rapid burst of bullets tearing in their direction. The commander was thrown into the air as the rounds punched through his armor, killing him instantly. Some of the clones panicked and threw down their weapons, running like their commander. A few held their ground, firing their blaster rifles randomly through the air, unable to see their assailant. Heavy footsteps crunched towards them as they kept up their barrage of blaster fire, and the bounty hunter Durge came into view, his wrist-mounted energy shield activated and deflecting the incoming fire as if it was no more than a squirt gun. With his free arm, Durge swept a lethal burst of flame out at the clones, consuming the troopers in a yellow-orange conflagration that lit up the corridor and amplified their screams of agony. Striding powerfully past his dying foes, Durge deactivated his energy shield and raised his wrist-mounted minigun, shooting at the clones halfway down the passageway. They lurched forward and sprawled facedown across the floor. Durge stopped firing. It was quiet again.

Durge looked around and lowered his weapon. The job was done. The armored bounty hunter exited the bloodied warehouse, and slowly walked towards his ship, ready to move on and find another squad of Clones to massacre. "Hehehe...". Durge heard a sound emitting from behind his ship, and slowly unholstered his blaster pistol, ready to investigate. “Time to die you walking trashcan!". Durge's ship launched forward, hitting him by surprise. Standing over him was none other than the Main Man, Lobo, pointing a blaster at Durge's forehead.

"Here's how it's gonna work, pumpkin. I'm gonna frag you, take your head to the fraggin' Easter Bunny, an' get paid. A'right?" 

Durge began to laugh hysterically under his metal helmet, getting louder and louder.

"What the hell, you ain' supposed to laugh! I'm gonna' kill you! Be scared, you fraggin' piece of sh--AHHHHHHHH!" Durge launched the Main Man far into the air before he could finish his monologue. Durge stood up, looking off into the distance to where he threw Lobo; he walked back to his damaged ship, thinking that the fight was over. Two hooked chains flew in from behind Durge, wrapping around his legs and pulling him towards Lobo. 

"You think I was a goner? Ha! The Main Man don't go down so easy, tin man! This battle has just begun!"

Durge twisted his arms around the chains and snapped them off his legs before pulling his wrists together and slamming the flying metal back onto Lobo’s head. Lobo staggered back and clutched his head, giving Durge time to shake the chains off and spray lead from his wrist guns. Lobo straightened himself up and pushed through the machinegun fire, his body jerking unnaturally, as the bullets tore through his flesh and into the distance. Durge backed up slowly as Lobo advanced, before ceasing the machinegun fire and allowing the weapon to cool down. A hissing sound emerged from the barrel and smoke wriggled out. The shell casings clattered to the floor, and as Durge raised his wrists to fire again, Lobo leaped up and slammed a powerful fist into Durge’s midsection, knocking him off of his feet and sending him careening across the open warehouse into a wall, which crumbled and tore by the impact. Lobo slowed his pace as he approached Durge, who was struggling to regain his balance.

“S’ h’ve ya had enough yet, rust bucket?” Lobo sneered.

Durge, raised his left arm and proceeded to open fire at the coming Bounty hunter, walking off the bullets hitting him.

“Pal, y’er gon’ have to do better than that to kill me.”

Durge unholstered his blaster and struggled to hold the gun steadily at his opponent.

“Hehehe…”

Lobo unholstered his own gun, a sawed-off double-barreled shotgun, and blasted a hole through Durge’s chest.

“Huh?”

Durge’s chest was back to normal through fast regeneration, and as Lobo was surprised, Durge landed some quick and powerful punches onto his foe. Lobo fired another shot from his shotgun to blow Durge away and keep some distance.

“Oh, It’s on now, pal. Y’er done for!” Lobo muttered as he spat onto the ground while cracking his knuckles.

“LET’S DO THIS!”

Durge fired the blaster in rapid succession as Lobo pounded forward at full speed, shrugging off the shots to collide with the bounty hunter. Dust shook from the ceiling and swirled around the empty room, obscuring both warriors from view. As the debris settled, Lobo stood triumphant, arms extended upward, with Durge’s limp form hanging in two pieces in Lobo’s grasp. “We’ve ‘bout had ‘nuff t’day, haven’t we?” Lobo jeered. Dragging the two body pieces on the ground behind him, Lobo spotted an injured Clone trooper propped up against the wall, clutching an injury and cowering in terror.

“What’re you lookin’ at?” Lobo shouted. The Clone struggled to stand, but had his helmet kicked back into the wall. Lobo disappeared down the dark hallway without a second glance at the destruction he had wreaked.

El Alamein - "Leadership is the capacity and will to rally men and women to a common purpose and the character which inspires confidence." - Bernard Montgomery: TALK Update this on the blog, then add an expert's opinion. Put EA, 3, Las 1 at the end. I'll put up Boris vs. Doc Ock after that.

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