Confession FPT

“Big name. Welcome to the team, friend-o. I’m Muggy. Since you beat us here, have you seen hide or hair of our quarry?”

Muggy saw the man standing and calling their group’s name “Oh, hey guy, how you know us?”

OOC: On the path to the next place, my char will be taking any opportunity to go to a source of water and refresh himself. He can’t go more than four hours without getting some sort of taste or on the skin. Any time he takes a moment to splash water on his face, he surveys the area for threats.

Muggy’s eyes got wide at the Guild Master’s demonstration. He gulped. He turned to leave, patting his Tortle companion on the back of the shell, “It’s ok of it takes you a lil longer to get places frann, I can walk with you. I’m not super used to traveling on land, anyway. Plus, us coldbloods got to stick together.”

“Ladies, you say?” Muggy said to himself, trying to conceal a smile.

The fishman thanked his employer for covering his tab, but that did not stop him from muttering his grievances under his breath, “10 Copper? I’ll never understand you ground-walkin’ types. I thought water was supposed to be free. Where I come from, water is as plentiful as the air you breath. Next time that bartender is underwater, I’ll charge him for bottled air, see how he likes that.” He then stopped his griping and asked, “Wait, which bandit group?” OOC: He will ask follow up questions to see if that group is pirate like in nature or if they’ve had dealings by the shore where he used to reside.

I don’t know anything about the lady on the left, but I’ve read all of FMA, and aren’t Homunculi virtually indestructible?

Muggy observed him as he left the room, “Neat guy, glad he’s on our side.”

“It’s an interesting moral dilemma isn’t it? At what point do you make the cut off of what you’ll eat and what you don’t eat? Like, do humans eat monkeys? Do you eat smaller cats? When do you draw the line? I have eaten small, savage fish before, but I don’t personally eat catfish. They look too much like me. I’ll nibble on a wild fish if I need too, but I do feel slightly guilty. So I stick to bottom feeding mostly.” He looked over to a kitchen wench who was bending over a neighboring table to deposit a drink. “If you know what I mean,” he punctuated his sentence with a sip from the borrowed waterskin.

Previous Installment: KEEP KUMA ALIVE To quote a famous philosophy student: “I may have royally FORKED UP here.” All I set out to do was to write up a classic CFPT CBUB match. It was simple enough, Mokujin and Pac-Man have a falling out, and they fight in the woods, easy eh? But something really weird started happening when I was writing the big PM’s dialogue for that fight. He, uh, I don’t remember writing any of that paragraph. I mean, it was severe turn for his character but it worked in the moment and I was happy with it. So I uploaded the match, the Mokujin surprisingly won, I thought I could move on with my life. But...uh...that isn’t what happened. The Word Document that I wrote the story in, it kept expanding. Text describing events, that I did not write, appeared. The words detailed how Pac-Man moves on from Mokujin and tracked down Dr. Bosconovitch and ripped his legs off and beat him to death with them. I deleted that file and tried not to think about it. But the next time I opened my laptop, there was a new account detailed there in the same Doc I had jus deleted. In this installment, Pac-Man went to the grocery store where Feng Wei was shopping and hid in a stack of melons. As soon as the God Fist Master passed the display, The Ghost Eater leaped out, took a massive bite out of the monk’s flesh, slaying him. I wondered if there was someone coming into my house and writing this story when I wasn’t looking. I narrowed down my suspects to my wife and my cat Fitz. They are the only two living creatures that would have access to my computer. I ruled out my wife pretty soon in the process, because, while she likes Tekken, she doesn’t know enough about the series to write a death scene for Prototype Jack. Especially a scene that was so in character. And then I ruled out my cat because, even tho he walks on my keyboard sometimes, the likelihood that he’d be able to tell a cohesive story about Pac-Man strangling Bryan Fury was slim. This was getting concerning. I took a vile of Holy Water out of my closet and marked a cross on the screen. That precaution did not stop Pac-Man from scalping Leo Kliesen while I was sleeping. Everyday I opened my laptop, a new character from the Tekken Universe was slain at the hands of Pac-Man. The concern turned to dread when I realized something, eventually, Big Poppa Pac was going to get to Kuma. Let me take an aside to tell you something: I have a STRONG connection to the character of Kuma. He was the first person I ever added to the CBUB database. He was my idol when I was playing Tekken 3 as a pre-schooler. He was present in most of my original electricferret matches. Half of his record on this website are my doing. Even on Magnetic Fox, Kuma the Bear was part of my Suicide Squad fanfic. He’s my favorite thing about Tekken. And at this rate, I was going to wake up one morning and he would be reduced to a bear skin rug on the floor of the Pac-Family’s den. I didn’t know what to do. So I decided to take action. I opened that same cursed Word Doc and I wrote a paragraph of my own. It went thusly: “Heihachi Mishima walked up to Kuma one day while he was sleeping and scratched behind his ears. ‘Kumi-yo,’ he said softly, “You are a very good bear and you deserve a vacation.’ And so the billionaire sent his beloved pet to a maximum security resort where he could be safe and eat ice cream and not be murdered by a yellow circle.” I am not proud of that block of text, Heihachi was quite out of character there, but, uh, what else could I do? With Pac-Man going on a tear and killing everyone who’s been involved in the King of Iron Fist tournament, it was the only thing I could do to insulate him from the homicidal maniac, who would eventually hunt him. I then uninstalled Microsoft Office 2010 from the computer and called it a night. I woke up at 3AM the night after writing that, to find my laptop open, and words surging into A NEW Word Doc automatically. I did not leave it open. Panicked, I tore off my CPAP mask and leaned over desk. The blue light emitting from the screen lit across my fate as I read. It read, “A giant, black, kick-ass helicopter flew through the stormy night sky. Professor Pac was operating the stealth-copter, while the genuine Pac-Man hung from the rope stairs descending from the air-vehicle. When the chopper reached Mishima’s private island, Pac-Man leapt from his rung and descended, doing his patented chomp-chomp-chomp on the way down, until he bit the head off the first Tekken Force guard he encountered. The first of many heads he would take off that night.” “JESUS MURPHEY!” I exclaimed, waking up my slumbering wife. She swore at me, threw a pillow, and went back to sleep. I thought quick, trying to think of what my next move should be. I was running out of time because Pac-Man was getting closer and closer to my bear friend. I took control of the typing and added this “The newest additions of the Tekken Force were named Blinky, Inky, Pinky, and Clyde, and they were hired as Kuma’s personal security…and Kuma’s room in this resort was set up like a Pac-Man maze level, a complicated one, with Kuma in the middle…and…” What else could I do? As soon as I stopped typing the phantom words resumed: “Pac-Man pulled out an Uber-Power-Pellet from behind him, ate it, and grew to the size he grew to in the movie Pixels.” “SHIT!” my wife threw another pillow at me and told me to shut the hell up. So the computer started automatically typing, describing how Pac grew and grew, smashing the walls around him. So now Kuma the Bear was about to gey gobbled down by the BIG Pac-Man for Pixels, with only a shield of ghostly personal guards to protect him. I racked my brain trying to think of a character in the CBUB database who could stand toe-to-toe with a sky-scraper sized Pac-Man. I already summoned ghosts so I could try and summon…another ghost! I took control of the keyboard again, I did not worry about tact, I jus wrote the sentence, “AND THEN THE STAY-PUFT MARSHELLOW MAN APPEARED AND FOUGHT GIGA-PAC-MAN!” And by the power of Zuul, rising out of the water surrounding the island, came the fluffy marshmallow mascot. The Gigamaxed Pac-Man turned its face toward his equally tall adversary. I waited for the Word Doc to tell me how the kaiju battle went. ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ ~~~ So… looking back at it now, there’s probably a million better people I could have summoned to fend off Pac-Man. The Looney Tunes, Korg, the Beyonder. But that was the best answer I had at the moment. It was a big guy that was on my top of mind awareness. So, yeh. Please vote, debate, and rate thanks for reading. Confession FPT Enter your Set-Up for the match here. This is your post - it belongs to you - and you may use the EDIT function at any time in the future to update this post.

Mokujin wins!? That’s unexpected and boss AF. I do have a sequel to this written. Not sure if that’s something that anyone would want to see?

Muggy was oblivious to the potential confrontation occurring in the corner. “Well jeeze, thanks for the offer, frann!” He takes the water pouch and drinks it in a careful, way, as to not have any of it touch the sides of his mouth. “I apologize for my irresistible thirst, I have to take advantage of the free flowing water while I have the chance. If I go too long without it, I become a less agreeable guy.”

Muggy surveys the room, keeping an eye out for the some available ladies.

Thanks frann. I got the idea while rummaging through my old posts on here. I found this thread from 10 years ago where I made this match a rumble. I thought, that match would rule, I should do this now, so I wrote it at 1:30AM last night. Evidence below:

THE SUITE FIGHT OF WIL AND HACHI Heihachi Mishima was done with Wilson Fisk’s bullshit. He thought the “crime boss” known as “The Kingpin” was an absolute coward. The Devil himself had tried to chase Heihachi out of town, and he never fled. Men of honor don’t flee when they are threatened, they stand and fight. This was not the case with Kingpin. Threats from some “spider” and he leaves his home in shame? Even more, Fisk moved into his backyard and started mucking with the Mishima Zaibatzu? Unacceptable. Last night, one of Kingpin’s associates, the Shocker, had taken out a squad of Tekken Force Guards. The price of such a move, on Heihachi’s turf, was his enemy’s blood on his fist. Heihachi stormed into the lobby of the fancy hotel the Kingpin was staying at, flanked by his pet bodyguard Kuma. He was dressed to the 9’s, wearing fine silk business wear under a tiger-print pea coat, white scarf billowing in the air as he power walked into the building. It was the middle of the night, and only one young woman was working at the front desk. She recognized his distinct hair first, his overwhelming presence second as he brushed past her. She was so over taken with emotion at meeting this larger than life figure and his bear sidekick that she didn’t even try to stop them. A few security guards did tho, only to get headbutted by the old man and bear-hugged by the hulking omnivore. These actions did not go unnoticed, from high in his penthouse suite; Wilson Fisk stirred his tea with an ornate spoon and watched. He gave the security monitor a sly smile. If there was one business man in the world who could match himself in, not only his business acumen, but also physical prowess, it was this man. Yes Wilson did have to take a temporary vacation from his beloved New York, wait for the heat to die down and for the judge’s checks to clear, but showing up in the immediate vicinity of Heihachi Mishima was no accident. He had to keep himself entertained in some way while on sabbatical, and pushing this madman’s buttons sounded amusing. The Tekken Force were attempting to move some stolen art into the country. The art was crafted by a high profile painter that Fisk was a moderate fan of, so he sent a friend to pick it up for him. The venture gained him a new valuable display piece for his den, helped expand his criminal territory, AND the opportunity to trade blows with a world renowned martial arts expert? Sounded like a jolly good time. After Mishima got done brutalizing the poor security guards, he entered the elevator. Kuma lowered his head and attempted to squeeze in too. Without looking at the bear, Heihachi pointed at a sign within the elevator. The maximum weight limit for this lift was much lower than what their combined mass would be. Kuma frowned but understood. “Keep guard,” Heihachi growled in Japanese as the elevator doors shut, “No one goes up. Up in the penthouse, the Shocker nervously shook, pointing both of his shock-gauntlets at the closed door, “I don’t know if this was such a good idea boss…do we really want to be on this guy’s bad side?” “Herman, lad, you worry much too much,” he reassured his retainer, “Mr. Mishima and I are just going to have a friendly chat.” The familiar sound of an elevator DING rung out as their guest arrived. Heihachi, in all his millionaire swagger waltzed out of the doors as they were opening, stopped about a foot away from the Shocker and crossed his arms. “What is the meaning of your transgression, ‘Kingpin’?” he asked. “Welcome, Mr. Mishima, welcome. Welcome to my temporary home, do you like the Van Veilt?” he gestured to his recently acquired painting hanging over the fire place. “I wondered how long it would take for a response,” he chuckled, “I did expect retaliation for this little mishap, but you? Showing up in the flesh was your first move in this game of chess? I must say, sir, bravo. Bold move. Moving your queen this early, I admire your gusto.” “When you disrupt the dealing of my Tekken Force, you disrupt the Mishima Zaibatsu. I am the Mishima Zaibatsu, I built it with my blood we are inseparable. I will not allow your foolishness to meddle in my business.” “I’m quite sorry, sir, my Japanese is a tad rusty, did you say something about incontinence? I know that can be a difficult to control at your advanced age, but they do make pull-ups in your size for that sort of thing.” Heihachi, moving faster than Shocker could register, spun around, bringing his fist up with a fierce uppercut that lifted the quilt-draped man off his feet, up through the air, and directly through the nearest window. As the two powerful businessman locked eyes, time seemed to slow down a little, extending the amount of time shattered glass was flying in the space between them. “I was really hoping it wouldn’t come to this, Mishima,” Fisk sighed as he unbuttoned his cufflinks, “But now you’re throwing a tantrum because I messed with your toys?” He slipped off his blazer. “Quite unprofessional. I expected more from our little game. But this is a pretty severe overreaction.” He began neatly rolling up his sleeves. “It looks we’ll have to settle this matter now.” Confession FPT Enter your Set-Up for the match here. This is your post - it belongs to you - and you may use the EDIT function at any time in the future to update this post.

While the introductions are being made, the big catfish man at their table, Muggy, was downing him 12th glass of water. The bar-maiden passed by their table and he got her attention, “Could I get some more water, please? Maybe in a bucket?” She gave the fish man an odd look. Water was running down his shiny face, down to his chest clad in leather armor. He noticed the look of mild disgust on her face and decided to give her a wink. He then noticed everyone else in the party looking at him. He had been too distracted to notice it was him turn to introduce himself. “Oh, hey, I’m Muggy...and, uh, I’m thirsty.” At that moment the barmaid came back with the mop bucket and Muggy happily took it, dumping the entirety of liquid into his giant mouth. He was satisfied for a mere moment, but then put the bucket back in the wench’s arms, “More please?”

I’m sad that I missed this match. My vote could’ve forced a tie.

Sub-Zero because he is wearing a mask. Even if Sub-Zero doesn't off her, Big 'Rona will get her eventually.