Gizmo Hibiki

Got mine in

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility, where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities. Creating Alternate worlds from the ones you know. I am the Watcher. I am your guide through these vast new realities. Follow me and ponder the question.... New York City, New York 8: 01 A.M. A blonde man by the name Johnny Storm, also known as the super hero The Human Torch, would be having himself some breakfast, a simple bowl of frosted cereal, as he had a large smirk on his face. He would live in a building with three other super heroic beings, three of them known to have powers of their own. Reed Richards, A.K.A Mr. Fantastic, had high level intellect and intelligence along with the power to stretch his body as far as the eye can see. Susan Storm, A.K.A. The Invisible Woman, had the ability to create forcefields as well as becoming invisible. The young man introduced earlier as his name sake suggests, is able to create fire and become engulfed in it without any harm done to himself. The Fourth and final one we are going to be talking about, would be awakened by a large splash of water, echoing the room before large foot stomps would echo right after. The young man would watch as a large, hulking figure would walk into the kitchen, wet from head to toe along with some seaweed hanging and draped over his rock like body. "Well well well, look who decided to wake up early! I didn't know you had early swim meets, other wise I woudl have joined!" Johnny would say in jest. The man he was talking to was Ben Grimm, A.K.A. The Thing. A man that changed for the better and for the worst. His body transformed into this walking pile of rock, a stone like substance that can withstand atomization, nuclear blasts and even the vacuum of space. But because of his monstrous feature, many still fear him from his look alone. Ben would growl, dusting off a piece of seaweed dangling from his eyebrow before speaking. "Just watch hot head, you're gonna get yours soon enough..." Reed would be walking into the kitchen, placing what seemed like the coffee machine that went missing a week ago on the kitchen counter. Or at least...that's what it looked like. "Gentlemen, wich one of you had been touching my inventions again?" Johnny would scratch his head and look at the machine in confusion. "Wait, you made that? I thought that was the new coffee machine after Ben broke the other one?" Reed sighed while Ben let out a guffaw. "Johnny, this isn't a coffee machine. This is supposed to be a new form of transportation. This is supposed to rearrange a living beings particles in a beam of concentrated light so it would be---" Reed got interrupted as Ben pressed a button with a large, stone finger, making it release a cloud of steam before making the room smell like coffee. Ben then grabbed a mug and poured out a black, hot liquid from the machine into the mug before taking a large drink. "Aaaah...yup, that tastes like Columbian alright." Ben said with a proud smile, taking another sip before Reed looked at it once more. Now at this moment, what would have happened was that the machine broke because of it being used for something it wasn't meant for, making Ben walk out and try to by another coffee machine for the team along with fighting The Rhino once he spotted him robbing a bank. But this is a tale that would take a left to Albuquerque instead of right. Reeds machine would begin to make a loud beeping noise, something it was not meant to do. Then lights started to shine, shaking violently. Reed would hurry and try to fix it, but it kept on shaking harder and harder, making it much more difficult to work on. Johnny Storm would look in panic. "Reed, shut that thing off! That thing's gonna blow up!" Reed kept tinkering, but it didn't look like it was doing anything. "I'm trying! I thought I made the right calculations, something is making it react violently to the caffeinated beverage!!" Ben was all too familiar with moments like this, so he grabbed the machine and pushed Reed towards Johnny. "Take cover, Stretch! Bombs away!" He tossed it as hard as he could, but unfortunately the H.E.R.B.I.E. robot flew by and bounced back, hitting The Thing on it's stone chest. "Uh-Oh." With a large flash, the machine blinded all three and deafened them to boot. The implosion from the machine was strong, knocking the two away and into the kitchen cabinets. After a while, the two would wake up and notice that a certain rocky figure was missing. "Uh, Reed?" Johnny asked. "Just what was it that thing was supposed to do exactly?" Ancient Greece 8:10 A.M. Ben Grimm feel groggy, like he just went on the largest bar hopping quest in his life. He rubbed his head, feeling a little under the wether as he opened his eyes to find himself in an alley way. Odd, maybe that thing was supposed to be some sort of piece of defense equipment and shot him across NEw York? Certainly sounded like New York, what with the bustling people he heard. Getting up, he found a news paper on the ground only to find it was made of...stone? Taking a better look, he noticed that the letters looked like something out of college. "Huh. Either this is a fraternity project, or I'm in Greece." He tossed it aside and went walking out of the alley way, thinking he was gonna be greeted by the same NEw York he loved: Bustling buisness, cops ticketing jay walkers and the occasional greeting from Spidey. Instead he was greeted by people in togas, guys driving in horse-drawn chariots and people shouting at him, pointing at him. Well, one out of three at least sounds familiar. He walked over to what seemed like a news stand, trying to make heads or tales where he was exactly. Looks like the lettering was all in English, just that they were in the style of old Greek lettering. The headline read something about Hercules saving a bunch of kids from being eating by a few stray lions...Wait, Hercules? Hey, Ben knew him! Ben looked at the guy working at the stand and spoke, making him snap out of his fearfull stupor. "Hey smart guy, know where I can find ol' Herc?" The News stand worker looked at him in confusion, not expecting him to speak let alone speak so casually to him. "Y-Y-You mean you're not a golem??" Ben chuckled lightly, making the stand worker a little more confused. "Nah, I'm just a pilot! Can you get me to look for Hercules? Maybe he can help me out of a pickle." Before he could get an answer out of the new stand vendor, Ben was sent flying by what felt like a punch to the face. He crashed into a stone pillar, making it collapse onto him for a moment before he got up from the pile, spitting out a rock. Seeing a large figure in the cloud of dust from the wreckage, Ben smiled. "Great, finally! I was hopping you could get me oughta here!" He then noticed the shadowy figure was a bit more slim, shorter. "You lose weight? Last I checked, you were big bustling son of a---" Another punch sent him through a house, the entire establishment collapsing onto him like the pillar. This time it took him a longer time to get out of the wreckage, but this time he got a better look at who hit him. Red hair, blue cape, and much, much younger looking. "Wait a minute, you ain't Hercules." The young man stopped in his tracks and looked in confusion. "Excuse me? I'll have you know, that was a name I was given to at birth! You can even check out my I.D.!" Taking it out, it looked to be stone too. Seems like that's a theme here...So Ben got up and took a step closer to see the picture was really cruddy. This made Ben laugh. "Gee kid, you ever hear of a comb? Why don't you pay for a new one?" Hercules sighed, pocketing it. "Yeah yeah, I know! But the price has gone up from one hundred drachma to--Hey, don't distract me! I heard there was a golem wrecking the place! And I'm here to stop you!" Ben raised an eyebrow and looked at the damage around him. "Yeah, you did most of that kid. Ever hear of pulling your punches!?" Hercules then threw another punch, but instead of hitting Ben square in the jaw, he grabbed it before Hercules' knuckles could connect. "Okay kid, I've had it up to here! I was looking for the real Hercules to help me oughta here, but since you wanna square up? You got it!" Ben shot a punch straight to Hercule's chest, knocking him back into the street, creating a small crater. Hercules would look up at the orange rock man, trying to get his footing from that punch. "What are you?" "Ben Grimm. But you can call me The Thing!" He cracked his knuckles, smiling at Hercules with an excited look in his eyes. "And it's Clobberin' Time!"

I'm in, chief

Wait, so am I too late?

The incredible versus the unstoppable It’s been pretty busy trying to mix his balanced life as a super hero, husband and as a father. If it had been anyone else, they would have drank their worries away and complained about it to random passerbys at the bar. Thankfully, this man was different enough that he could handle everything. Even being super heroes themselves Robert “Bob” Parr was at home today, having dinner with the family as they talked about their day. The entire Incredibles family were happy with their day, but things were not the same since super heroes were made legal again. Gaggles of new super villains started to pop up, many of them being criminals before that as they thought that now heroes were coming back, it was time to upgrade their weaponry. Sure some of them had robotic suits and lazer pistols now, but that wasn’t the end of it. Many of them have had tech that would make Syndrome proud such as gauntlets that shot shock waves directly at the target or mechanical suits that mimicked the strength of rhinos. Even with the new super heroes, it was getting harder and harder to keep them inline. So many of these heroes never even saw the end of a gun, let alone lasers, so it took them a while to get used to being shot at. Mr. Incredible on the other hand was already used to it, being one of the older and one of the last surviving old-school superheroes left back in the day, so he made sure that they were ready and trained many of them day and night to hold their own, or at least hold their own long enough until help arrived. It worked, getting many more criminals to give up and willingly turn themselves in in fear of supers hunting them down. Today was different, though. Time continued to move on once more as Mr. Incredible would be sleeping on the couch, tired from his night of super hero work. Hellen would walk up to him, gently shaking him awake and halting his snoring. “Huh, wha--? Oh, hey Hellen.” Bob sat up, still in his casual wear. Hellen sighed, sitting beside him and rubbing his shoulders. “Honey, you should relax. These new heroes, they’re doing great.” Hellen tried to reassure Bob, but he still had a hint of worry in his system. “I know, but villains are coming out of the wood work like bunnies. New one after new one!” He exclaimed. “I just finished helping Fro-Zone fight a villain that controlled glass and another that can turn into clay. These super villains are becoming much more ridiculous and strong, I had to help them so they wouldn’t be crushed….” Hellen nodded. “I know honey, but super heroes are coming out just as fast! Many of them just as strong!” She tried to keep reassuring her husband, smiling at him. “Look, right now, I was told they would be doing something called ‘Moniter Duty’. Apparently one of the supers are rich enough to build a base for everyone to hang around and look for duties to accomplish without tiring themselves out and being spread thin.” Bob raised an eyebrow. “Was it that Bruce fellow? No powers, but he’s the smartest man I know. Still think he should have just become a detective.” Hellen giggled. “But he’s helping us out, and that’s good! Thanks to his idea, villains are becoming better to handle and thankfully, nothing out of hand has happened yet.” Hellen kissed his cheeks and turned his head towards her. “Honey, sometimes you just gotta pick your battles. Don’t just rush into everything.” As she said this, a large explosion echoed towards their house. Looking out the window, they could see a cloud of smoke coming from the city. Bob had a feeling and turned the T.V. on, seeing the news cast playing instead of his favorite sport. The reporter seemed to be right in front of what seemed like the bank and super heroes as well as police laying across the ground, hopfully just wounded and not--- “Breaking news! A new super villain had just broke into the Metroville Bank, shrugging off any and all bullets from the local police! We had hopes that the super heroes would help out, but nothing that was thrown at him seemed to work! The U.S. Army have only just arrived, hopfully we can take this guy down and be on our--!!” He went quiet as the camera turned towards what seemed like tanks rolling up the street, stopping in front of the bank and aiming their cannon at the large hole the entrance used to be. What seemed like a human figure was thrown out, hitting one of the tanks, denting it. Bob noticed who it was that was thrown so easily. “Wait a minute, that’s Brick. He took down Brick!” That was when the army can be heard to fire their weapons, only for a large, deep guffaw to come from the hole. It was then a large vault door was thrown at another tank, making the soldiers panic. The camera can be seen falling to the ground, the live feed cutting off. Bob quickly turned off the T.V. and took his shirt off, showing the iconic costume as he digged in his pockets for his mask. “I gotta go, they need me!” Hellen would have protested, but this seemed a ton more serious than the other fight. Possibley more serious than Syndrome. Hellen nodded, giving him a kiss. “Understood. I’ll get the kids ready.” He didn’t want them there as he feared this man wouldn’t be as merciful, but he figured he needed all the help he could get. So he let Hellen on her way as he suited up. At the bank, Brick can be seen getting up from the wrecked tank and walking to his opponent. Slowly, limping, struggling to walk straight, he struggled, but he still had a duty to protect the people. The streets were a wreck, supers and local law enforcement laying down knocked out from a mixture of exhaustion and pain. Brick would then see a large, red, hulking behemoth carrying large bags of what sounded like golds bars and coins. The large man chuckled, seeing the lone hero trying to stand up straight. “Ha, Ha, Ha! Lookey, here! Looks like the guy lives up to his name! Too bad you got bricks for brains too, otherwise you would have staid down!” Brick stood steady after a bit, grabbing a tank nearby by the cannon. The large man chuckled, knowing where this was going. So he dropped the bags of gold and cracked his knuckled. Brick then some effort, threw the tank at the robbers direction, thinking he would get pinned down. Unfortunately, the large man just swatted it away with a back hand, bouncing it back to Brick. He got pinned down against the ground, making a small craters. Brick tried to stay conscious, but he was on his last legs and proceeded to lay defeated. The large man then walked down towards Brick slowly, chuckling some more. “Tank you!” Shouting the pun, he smiled as he looked down at his last opponent. He thought everyone was down, but before he could turn to get his gold, he saw what seemed like a family of super heroes stop in front of him. He knew exactly who they were. “Well well well, the first super hero family is here! Should have known they’d be desperate enough to send in Mr. Incredible with Elasti-Girl and their kids.” He taunted. “If even the newbies couldn’t tough me, what makes you think someone oldschool can!?” Bob looked around and nodded, the kids going around to try and help the hurt supers, police and army men to get out of the war zone. “You seem new around here. We’ve been getting a ton of villains, so forgive me if we don’t know your name.” He laughed again before he calmed down and smiled. “The name is Juggernaut! I’m unstoppable! Nothing can hurt me!” His smile grew wider. “And nothing can stop me!” Mr. Incredible stepped forward cracked his neck. “Now I don’t believe that’s true! See, us big guys---” He was interrupted as a car was thrown at him, catching Mr. Incredible off guard. He got pinned against the wall of a building, making Juggernaut guffaw. “Guess you aren’t as Incredible after all!” This got his family to charge at him, only for him to perform a thunder clap. This one move created a strong shockwave to knock out Dash, Violet and Hellen and blow them away, landing far from the battle field. Juggernaut was then hit in the head by a moped, making him struggle to keep himself from falling only to land on his knees from the unexpected hit. “You lousy--! You seriously think you’re strong enough to go toe-to-toe against me!?” Turning to who threw the car, Juggernaut saw Mr. Incredible get into a boxing position. “Keep running that mouth, I’ll show you why I gained the name Mr. Incredible!” Mr. Incredible tightened his fists as Juggernaut got up. “I’m the Juggernaut! Nothing can stop me!” Juggernaut launched his fist towards Mr. Incredible, the fight just beginning, as their punches shook the city.

Deal me in.

The reason Jack would win is because of anything, recognizability. He can dress as anything and it would seem like a great twist on a Christmas creature or character and vice versa with a halloween one, most notably his take on Santa or an elf. The Djinn on the other hand, I would assume many would look at him and while think he's cool, would constantly guess who he's supposed to be. "Green Goblin? No, Hob Goblin? The Jackal? Picolo? A Namek of some kind? Wait, are you supposed to be something from Baldurs Gate?". Give it to Jack.

I would think that a car like the Mach 5 would win this with more speed and maneuverability, wouldn't it? Correct me if I'm wrong, but a tank is still a tank, it wouldn't be able to catch up to something like the Mach 5.

Okay, now I know Judy has a chance. Sure Turok has experience hunting in general, but with Acme products? Yeah, Judy is naïve, but she ain't stupid.

As cool as it is for Antman to make something related to his own knowledge of ants, shrinking or growing, Iron Man wins this again. Think about it like this, what's gonna impress the judges more? A flashy piece of equipment that can make someone fly and shoot lasers, or something that can make you talk to ants?

Super Mario has been in commercials selling Taco Bell toys, I think he can manage to convince people to trust Umbrella again.

The Foot Clan would prbably think of using their hands and sacks to carry shit out, but the DPD would probably crash their cars into the stores and fill them up or even use the carts in the stores to fill them up and get out faster. The DPD I feel like can be more creative, as like any police in media, would sometimes be foreced to be if doing it by the book doesn't help them. In this case while not going by the book, they would still have plenty of time to cook something up and think of another strategy to get what they want and get out before the Foot do, especially since they got superior fire power.

I'm seeing people being on Wildcats side and while I understand why, his age is gonna be the deciding factor in this. Wildecat isn't exactly a spring chicken, he's aged quite a lot compared to other heroes as he is an original Justice Society member: a team that have been around since WWII form what I understand. His skill may have hegihtened, but like anyone else, nobody is immune to the sands of time. Ippo has this because of the factor of still having his youth.

Jack Skelengton is a pretty smart guy, I think her can figure out a way to subdue the opponent affective enough to count it as a win.

Stone Cold is much more brutal, but I feel like Mr. Terrific would win this what with him being a bit more agile.