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Woohoo! We got the kamehameha vs Atomic Breath in story and images - nice. The immature part of me did laugh with the "big balloons on your chest" đ Sadly I don't know enough about either character to comment.
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Tournament -The true Battle of Cable Street
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Thanks! Yup, the addendum adds a small puzzle to figure out (based on the story). -
Quote from the Official Survival Guide to the Titan-Dragon War: "â ď¸ Good Luck. (You'll need it). â ď¸"
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The Official Survival Guide to the Titan-Dragon War A tactical guide for military, civilian, and all other expendable personnel Issued by: Whatâs left of the government Clearance Level: Foxtrot-Omega (in other words, beyond your clearance) ------------------------------------------ SECTION 1: INTRODUCTION - YOU ARE ALREADY DEAD "The best way to survive a Titan-Dragon war is to be somewhere else." â Former Secretary of Defence (Deceased) PURPOSE OF THIS DOCUMENT This manual is designed to provide actionable strategies in the currently active Titan-Dragon conflict. Due to the current rate of devastation, lack of tactical cohesion, overwhelming enemy superiority, it is important to note that this document does not cover actionable survival strategies. For the avoidance of doubt, this document does not: âĄď¸Guarantee your survival âĄď¸Offer effective countermeasures âĄď¸Provide evacuation routes that could be considered still viable Instead, please consider this document a morale tool, designed to help you come to terms with the impending end of civilisation. You are encouraged to review this document quickly, before network disruptions, atomic disruption, acid rains, or other inconveniences make it inaccessible. BACKGROUND The conflict categorised as Event Code: TITAN-DRAGON WAR, began at 01:22 UTC, when 5 unidentified airborne entities (now classified as âChroma Conclaveâ) entered controlled airspace over the Pacific Ocean. The mechanism of entry of the Chroma Conclave appears to be a portal of unknown matter, origin also unknown. These entities, later confirmed as sentient, ancient, hyper-intelligent, flying mythological apex predators (aka âDragonsâ, or more specifically âWar Dragonsâ), bypassed the US global defence systems and established immediate aerial dominance. From eyewitness accounts streamed through various social media sites, the five members of the Chroma Conclave refer to each other as follows: đ´ Thordak, the Cinder King (red dragon, appears to be the leader, fire, heat, magic) đ˘ Raishan, the Diseased Deceiver (green dragon, poison, disease, illusions) ⍠Umbrasyl, the Hope Devourer (black dragon, acid, fear, shadow magic) ⪠Vorugal, the Frigid Doom (white dragon, freezing breath, ice and blizzards) đľ Brimscythe, the Iron Storm (blue dragon, lightning, electricity, storms) By 03:34 UTC, 3 major US cities had been destroyed with estimated casualties ~15â20 million. By 04:45 UTC, US and UN coordinate a First Contact Committee to open diplomatic channels. Their remains are recovered four minutes later. The diplomatic effort is considered a failure. By 05:26 UTC, a nuclear strike is authorized against the Chroma Conclave. This also fails; official reports cite âunprecedented magical interference,â though eyewitness accounts suggest the warheads were casually redirected mid-air by Raishan, transmuted into a flock of doves, who were then eaten by Vorugal out of spite. This is unverified. At 08:23 UTC, seismic activity began near the Mariana Trench. Approximately 16 minutes later, four distinct Kaiju-Class entities (designated: Godzilla, Kong, Rodan, and Mothra) emerged. Global intelligence sources confirmed these entities are not aligned with human forces but appear to operate as a reactive strike force against the Chroma Conclave. What is known about the Titans from eyewitness accounts is as follows: đ˛ Godzilla has stopped at a nuclear plant and is now glowing an ominous pink, indicating an extreme energy buildup. đľ Kong has retrieved a 207.4-foot battle axe, now charged and ready for combat. đŚ Rodan has been intercepted! See below for an exclusive report! đŚ Mothra is glowing and appears to be using healing abilities to aid the other Titans. --- đ¨ EXCLUSIVE REPORT: This just in. Ghidorah has taken Rodanâs place! Reports confirm that Ghidorah intercepted Rodan mid-flight and eliminated it before it could join the others. Against all expectations, Godzilla, Kong, and Mothra have temporarily accepted Ghidorah as an ally. This unprecedented truce suggests that even sworn enemies recognise the greater threat posed by the Chroma Conclave. --- By 09:00 UTC, the first recorded engagement between Titan and Dragon forces was detected. By 09:01 UTC, we lost all satellite feeds. CURRENT ASSESSMENT â HOW BAD IS IT? Severe! This is a Category X (Extinction-Level) Threat. Prior counter-Titan defence protocols have failed. All counter-Dragon defence protocols have failed. The following conditions have been observed: Total land and air domination: All aerial and land-based assets have been neutralized Geographical Instability: The West Coast of North America is no longer where it was Environmental Anomalies: Tornadoes, firestorms, atomic explosions, blizzards, acid rain, lightning storms and more have been reported. Mass Civilian Casualties: We have lost direct contact with multiple major cities. Chicago is currently classified as a temporary Safe Zone. COMMON QUESTIONS (STOP ASKING US THIS) 1. Who is winning? Unknown. The Chroma Conclave views the Titans as obstacles to total planetary dominance. The Titans view the dragons as territorial invaders that need to be eradicated. However, we can confirm that we, the human race, are losing. 2. Can we negotiate? Attempts at diplomacy resulted in the negotiating team being incinerated, trampled, dissolved, or consumed. 3. Can we fight back? If you are tempted to engage: DO NOT. You cannot help. You will die. We have lost all major military strongholds. Nuclear weapons were either unsuccessful or appeared to make the Titans (Godzilla in particular) stronger. 4. Can I escape? Air travel is compromised. Road networks no longer exist. Ocean is no longer viable. All other options can be explored at the readerâs own risk. 5. What do I do? The official recommendations as per this document are: Seek shelter in the closest Classified Safe Zones (shown as green in image below) Do not engage in worship. The Chroma Conclave will interpret reverence as submission and may demand you prove your worth through awful acts, and the Titans will ignore you. If you hear deep rumbling, wings overhead, or the sound of heavy footsteps, we advise that you consider your last words. We encourage you to create personal messages for loved ones now. --------------------------------- SECTION 2: SURVIVAL TIPS This section is also known as A Practical Guide to Delaying the Inevitable PART 1A IDENTIFYING THREATS (in Dragon territory) If you see, hear, or feel any of the following, your survival window is approximately 0.03 to 3.6 seconds: đĽ Firestorms sweeping across the horizon? Thatâs Thordak. You are already dead. â ď¸ A sudden green mist in the air? Thatâs Raishanâs toxic breath. Do not breathe for at least 20 minutes. ⥠Lightning crackling above you, with no storm clouds? Brimscythe is near. Say goodbye to your electronics and internet connection. And your loved ones. And yourself. đ Did it suddenly go completely silent? Thatâs Umbrasyl. Heâs behind you. Donât turn around. âď¸ Are your surroundings rapidly freezing? Vorugal has arrived. If youâre lucky, youâll be an ice sculpture before you realize it. Part 1B IDENTIFYING THREATS (in Titan Territory) If you see, hear, or feel any of the following, your survival window is 0.03 to 12.3 seconds: đĽ Blinding pink glow, everything melting? Thatâs Godzilla. Youâre about to be vaporized in nuclear fire. đŞ Ground shaking, trees exploding? Thatâs Kong. He has a 207.4-foot battle axe. You are now an unfortunate physics experiment. ⥠The sky goes dark, hurricane winds pick up? Thatâs Ghidorah. If you hear three roars, youâll soon experience voltage on a biblical scale. đŚ A soft glow, a fleeting sense of peace? Thatâs Mothra. You might live! But if sheâs here, so are the others. Part 2 WHAT TO DO IF YOU ENCOUNTER A DRAGON OR TITAN 1. Do not attempt to communicate. The Chroma Conclave considers humans to be walking snacks at best, obstacles or slaves at worst. The Titans do not care about your existence; when they are at war, you are a tree to them at best. 2. Do not attempt to defend yourself. Firearms are useless; Kordak and Godzilla just got more annoyed by missiles, so firing a gun will just attract attention. 3. If you run, run smartly: Do not run in a straight line, you are not a video game NPC. Do not scream. It will not help. Do not trip. Statistically, this increases your odds of death by 100%. Do not attempt to âblend in.â Mothra may spare you, but Ghidorah will not. FINAL NOTE: ACCEPT YOUR FATE Thank you for reading this manual, we hope it has proved useful. Either way you now have two choices. If you are inside a Safe Zone, stay put. Your chance of survival is 5%. If you are outside a Safe Zone, you have multiple options to explore. If you have power, we recommend watching your favourite movie with loved ones. This has been The Official Survival Guide to the Titan-Dragon War. Thanks for reading. đ GOOD LUCK. (YOUâLL NEED IT.)
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Interesting comic summary, I didn't realise how closely matched Sups and Godzilla could be. As always, this depends on the version of Superman, and there are more powerful depictions that could take Godzilla (Injustice version lifting Atlantis for example) and that would still scale below some of Gokus feats. Goku for the win. PS, loving the arc so 5 out of 5. PPS, if we don't see a kamehameha vs atomic breath, the fans will be disappointed đ
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Match 21241 Apes (Planet of the Apes) vs. Velociraptors
Culwych1 replied to Pizza Guy's topic in CBUB Rated Matches
I'm torn on this. This group of raptors seem particularly intelligent so in a like for like this is hard to imagine. The whole reason humans (or apes) have done so well is exactly because of their intelligence, leading to tools, and cooperative nature, so equalising this out gives a really horrific breed for smart and coordinated predators. That said, I'm still leaning towards the Apes. Dexterity to use the tools, plus the superior ability to climb may swing this. -
Tournament -The true Battle of Cable Street
Culwych1 replied to Culwych1's topic in CBUB Rated Matches
Forgot to mention, there's a little puzzle to decipher in there as well. -
Right back at you, a great read (although I'm not familiar with either of them)!
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Match 21241 Apes (Planet of the Apes) vs. Velociraptors
Culwych1 replied to Pizza Guy's topic in CBUB Rated Matches
Giving it a 5 out of 5, although I am tempted to reduce the score as I haven't finished reading it and have to get to work! The suspense! -
Tournament -The true Battle of Cable Street
Culwych1 replied to Culwych1's topic in CBUB Rated Matches
Interesting! From memory (haven't read something with Vandal in it for a while), I thought he was a decent threat, even at times for the JL. Agree, he's probably more prep, but that can come into play here. -
And mine:
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Mosley comes so close, they Now can see his outstretched arm A hand raised up that way never took The future in its palm - Ghost of Cable Street, The Men They Couldnât Hang ---- Background: 4th October 1936 The Battle of Cable Street was not a conventional battle of World War 2 in the military sense. It is instead best described as a large-scale street confrontation. On one side of this confrontation were 5,000 British fascists, led by Sir Oswald Mosley and funded by the Nazi party of Germany in order to destabilise Britain. The fascists marched, their right arms raised straight out at an angle with their palms facing downwards, escorted by 7,000 policemen who intended to lead the demonstration through the predominantly Jewish and working-class area of East London. Opposing them was a never-before seen alliance of British Jews, trade unionists, various political party representatives, and the ordinary people of London, over 100,000 strong. It was if the whole of London had taken to the streets to face the fascists. At 3pm the Secretary of the Independent Labour Party called the Home Office from near the demonstration and said: "There are a quarter of a million people here, they are peaceful and unarmed, but they are determined that Mosley's provocative march shall not pass. If you permit it, yours will be the responsibility for the serious consequences" The march continued despite the warnings, so Londoners took to the streets and built barricades where they could. Fighting started at several locations and blood started to flow. Through it all one chant could be heard above all others from the demonstrators facing the British fascists. A slogan borrowed from the Spanish Civil War and repeated by men, women and children who fought with anything they could get their hands on. With one voice, London shouted âThey shall not pass!â --- But that is not the whole story⌠* Declassification of classified World War 2 Documents; Document 673 * 3rd October 1936 Captain America stepped off the plane onto the tarmac and looked at the British agent who was meeting. James Falsworth, aka Union Jack, was dressed in a blue suit that showed off his muscles under the flag that was his namesake. Cap nodded, his arm half raised in a salute but James waved him on. âNo need for that old chap, weâre all friends here. The two men shook hands firmly, and James gestured towards an unmarked car waiting near the airstrip. "Weâd best get moving. I assume they briefed you on the situation?" Cap slid into the passenger seat as James took the wheel. âThey told me about Mosley, and the fascist march tomorrow, but they were vague on the real reason Iâm here.â He turned towards his British counterpart, his eyes sharp. âWhat arenât they telling me?â James glanced at him before focusing back on the road. âBecause the truth sounds mad, even to us. You see, this isnât just about Mosley. We have reason to believe that someone far more dangerous is operating behind the scenes.â He gripped the steering wheel tightly. âSomeone whoâs been at this for much longer than any of us.â Cap frowned. "Who?" "His name is Vandal Savage. Have you ever heard of him?" Cap shook his head. "No." "Few have," James muttered. "Officially, he doesnât exist. Unofficially, heâs been seen throughout history, sometimes as a warlord, sometimes as an advisor to kings, sometimes as a revolutionary. Always where history turns bloody. The reports weâve gathered suggest heâs here in London, aiding Mosley and the Nazi cause." "And you think he's more than just another agent of Hitler?" Cap asked. "We know he is. Intelligence suggests that he's working towards something bigger than just supporting the fascists. Our best guess? He's after something buried beneath London. The Nazis call it 'Das Erbe', The Legacy. We donât know what it is, but we do know itâs old, and we do know itâs powerful." Cap exhaled. âAnd let me guess, you want me to stop him before he gets his hands on it.â James grinned as they sped down the darkened streets. "That's the spirit, Rogers. Welcome to London." --- 4th October 1936 The riot was already in full force when Captain America and Union Jack moved through the fog-laden streets of East London. The sound of glass shattering, voices yelling and the stamp of feet filled the air. Cap saw the devastation and couldnât stand it. Men and woman and children fought desperately, and he wanted nothing more than to charge into the middle of it himself; but he couldnât. The mission meant life and death not just for Londoners, but potentially the fate of the entire world. They reached an abandoned warehouse by the docks, one of MI5âs suspected locations for covert Nazi operations. The moment they stepped inside, Cap knew they were too late. The place was empty, but not untouched. The sound of footsteps echoed above them. Cap instinctively raised his shield as a hail of bullets rained down from the rafters. He rolled into cover as Falsworth pulled out his revolver, returning fire. The two leapt behind a stack of crates as the enemy regrouped. âWeâre not alone,â Falsworth muttered. Cap didnât respond. He vaulted over the crates, flinging his shield towards the shooter above. It struck its target squarely in the chest, sending the man toppling onto the floorboards below. A second figure lunged from the shadows, a knife flashing in the dim light. Cap twisted, catching the blade with his gauntlet before slamming his attacker into the wall. The thug groaned and slid to the ground. Falsworth moved up beside him, kicking away the fallen man's weapon. "They were protecting something." Cap nodded, his keen eyes scanning the dimly lit room. In the centre, an old wooden trapdoor lay slightly ajar, disturbed in a hurry. He moved forward and pulled it open, revealing a dark tunnel leading below the streets of London. A faint, eerie glow flickered from within. "This is it," Cap muttered. "Savage is down there." Falsworth reloaded his revolver and gestured for Cap to lead the way. "Then let's not keep him waiting." The underground passage was ancient, the walls carved from stone long before London had risen above it. Flickering torches lit the corridor ahead, their light casting monstrous shadows. The deeper they went, the more Cap felt the weight of history pressing down on him. "Savage didn't just stumble upon this place," Falsworth whispered. "He knew exactly where to look." The tunnel opened into a vast underground chamber. In the centre stood an ancient dais, carved with runes neither of them recognized. And standing before it, dressed in a dark military coat, was the man himself. Vandal Savage. "Ah, the famous Captain America," Savage said, his voice deep, with an unrecognisable accent. "And Union Jack. I was wondering when you'd arrive. You're late." Cap tightened his grip on his shield. "You're playing a dangerous game, Savage. You back Mosley, help the Nazis, and now you're meddling with things you don't understand." Savage chuckled. "I understand them better than you ever will. I was here when they were created." He stepped aside, revealing an object resting atop the dais. It was a stone tablet, glowing faintly with an unnatural energy. Strange symbols pulsed across its surface, shifting as if alive. "Das Erbe," Falsworth whispered. "The Legacy." "Power beyond imagining," Savage said. "A gift from the Old World, long before your kind came to rule these lands. And now, it shall be mine." Cap stepped forward. "Not if we have anything to say about it." Savage smirked. "Then by all means... say something." The room exploded into motion as suddenly a ragged creature with fangs leapt out of the shadows and carried Falsworth away, his gun firing repeatedly into its maw. Savage slowly drew a long sword; it looked ancient but reinforced with a sheer metal that glinted even in the low light. He clearly knew how to use it as he swept it back and forth and entered a pose. âCome Captain. Come feel my power. You shall fall first, then London, then England and eventually even your precious America. The Third Reich is but one of the pawns on my chessboard, and soon the world will be in my palm." Savage's voice echoed out as he pointed his blade at Steve. He advanced, snarling. "Heroes all invariably lose. Here, you die regardless America!â [END OF DOCUMENT] --- Addendum: Classified S.H.I.E.L.D. Intelligence Report The full outcome of Captain Rogersâ engagement with Vandal Savage remains unknown. Before he had the opportunity to fully debrief intelligence officers, Rogers was declared MIA and later presumed lost in the Arctic. As such, this document remains one of the few surviving accounts of his encounter with Savage, but his fate or the success of the mission remain unknown. [Important] Recovered fragments indicate discrepancies in declassification records. Certain portions of Savageâs final words remain unexplained. Analysis of linguistic patterns suggests an encoded directive within the text. Further examination recommended. End of Report
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Tournament - Beast (Disney) vs. Tarzan (Disney)
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Thanks! Actually, this was a good old fashioned Disney comic maker that I just found via google. Not sure the creators imagined this use though đ -
Not sure if this is still going ahead, but just in case here's my entry (and hopefully we'll see a few more come in soon!)
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đĽ DISNEY+ EXCLUSIVE CONTENT đĽ Intro: Far away from the enchanted castle we all know, deep within a lush, untamed jungle, lay the rarest rose in the world. This mystical flower was said to grant the final cure to all curses. The Beast, after switching back to his beastly form, despite Belleâs love, knew that only this flower could grant him eternal happiness and that the treacherous journey to find it was worth the danger. âBelle, my darling, are you sure you donât want to come with me?â asked the Beast, knowing that any danger would be surmountable with Belleâs love. âNahâ said Belle as she walked away, having lived long enough with the smelly fur and, like any wife, knowing that her husband needed new hobbies to do without her. Besides, the choice was between a humid, bug-infested jungle trip, or heading down to the neighbouring castle for yoga and wine with Cinderella. ---- Weeks later, the Beast arrived in the jungle. He swore like a trooper as his big paws squelched in mud, his cape caught in branches, and his fur curled with the humidity. The Beast grumbled as he stomped through the undergrowth, his regal demeanour long since replaced with the mood of a sulking bear. His paws slapped at the occasional mosquito, and his muttered curses grew louder every time he tripped over a root or snagged his tail on a thorny bush. "Magical rose, they said. It'll cure you, they said," he growled, tugging his cape free from yet another branch. "Nobody warned me it would involve sweating like a pig and looking like a wet mop!" He paused to sniff the air. Amid the overwhelming scent of damp leaves and animal shit, there was something floral, something faintly magical. His ears perked up, and he followed the scent like a dog on a scent trail. And there it was. The Floribunda Ultimata. đĽ It grew on a single vine that twisted elegantly around an ancient tree trunk, its petals glowing faintly like they held the sunrise within. âOh, thank the stars,â the Beast muttered, trudging toward it. He reached out a clawed paw, excitement bubbling beneath his grouchy exterior. But just as his fingers brushed the delicate petals, a voice shattered the jungle calm. âAAAH-AAAAHHH-EEEEE-AAAAAHHH!â The Beast froze mid-reach as a man hurtled out of the trees on a vine, hollering like a lunatic. With a dramatic thud, the figure landed in front of him, muscles glistening, hair flowing in an exaggerated slow-motion effect, despite no wind. âWhat,â the Beast said flatly, âis this?â Tarzan stood tall, puffing out his chest in a way that would have made Gaston weep with envy. His brow furrowed as he pointed dramatically at the Beast. âMe Tarzan. Who daf*ck are you hairy man bear? Why are you in my jungle?â Tarzan demanded, his slightly British accent comically clashing with his loincloth. [Authorâs note: It is worth pointing out that Tarzan had been hanging out an unhealthy amount with Janeâs two brothers, both of whom were soldiers and therefore swore like sailors on leave after a six-month tour.] The Beast blinked. âYour jungle? Itâs a jungle. No one owns it.â Tarzan crossed his arms. âWrong. I am the jungle. Protector of the vines! Defender of the animals! And you, furry f*ck, are clearly an intruder.â âFurry what?â The Beastâs temper flared. âI am Prince Adam! And I donât have time for this nonsense. I am here for that rose.â Tarzan tilted his head, his confusion so intense it almost became audible. âThe rose? Thatâs not food.â He sniffed the air. âWait⌠what are you? Big cat? Big bear? Or some kind of shaved gorilla-lion?â The Beast clenched his jaw, his claws twitching as he fought the urge to lunge. âI am a cursed prince. Not that itâs any of your business. Now step aside.â Tarzan shook his head and let out a soft laugh, as though the Beast had told a joke. âI canât let you take that. Itâs part of the jungle! You take it, the balance is upset. Then the elephants start to riot, and the monkeys start throwing sh*t all over the place.â âIâm taking it because I need it to break my curse!â The Beast roared, taking a step forward. âDo you even know what it does?â âNo,â Tarzan admitted, shrugging. âBut it looks fancy, so I assume itâs important. And I canât have you stealing fancy things. Jungle rules.â The Beast snorted. âThere are jungle rules now?â Tarzan nodded solemnly. âRule one: donât take anything shiny, glowing, or edible without permission. Rule two: no roaring unless itâs during an epic fight. Rule three: donât sh*t near the capuchins as they will either eat it, or throw it at you.â The Beast glanced down at his mud-soaked cape. âYou know what? I donât have time for this. Iâm taking the rose, and youâre not going to stop me.â Tarzan grinned. âOh, I am going to stop you. Because if you take it, the animals will blame me. And if the animals blame me, Kala gives me the look. And let me tell you, the look is worse than being chased by a leopard.â âWhoâs Kala?â the Beast asked, exasperated. âMy mum. Donât worry about it.â âI wasnât planning to.â Tarzan flexed his muscles unnecessarily, his grin widening. âIf you want that rose, youâll have to get past me. And no offence, but you look like a badger with his knickers in a twist.â The Beastâs eye twitched. âThatâs it.â The two squared off, tension crackling in the humid air. Birds perched on branches to watch, monkeys swung closer for a better view, and somewhere, a baboon started drumming dramatically on a hollow log. Bonga bonga bong bong. Bonga bonga bong bong. âYouâre not ready for this,â Tarzan said, cracking his knuckles. âYou donât know who youâre dealing with,â the Beast growled, baring his fangs. For a brief moment they heard voices echoing in their minds⌠Jane and Belle telling them to see sense, to not cause trouble, to make sure the toilet seat was down. But these were men, fighting men, beastly men, men who left the toilet seat up! ThereâŚ.wouldâŚ. be⌠trouble! ------------------------------- Story Summary