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Originally posted by: Warcry80 We now take a break from the Marvel / DBZ crossover to bring you this DC/DBZ story. Gohan rushed out the door without eating breakfast due to his excitement. Chi Chi calls to him son don't forget your lunch! Gohan returns to kiss her on the cheek and tells her sorry mom; I'm just excited about transferring to a new high school. Especially one that has the science studies that I really want to take! Chi Chi thinks to herself my son the Scholar: Who could destroy planets with ease! Gohan takes to the sky at mach levels heading off not to be late for school being that he only has 4 minutes to get to class on time. Meanwhile: Conner Kent was having a disagreement with Wonder Girl. The two even took separate routes to school after Wonder Girl walked away. Conner was very upset wondering why she's so upset! He can't help it that being a Superhero by night and a high school football player is very time consuming. Ole well he says to himself, she'll get over it by last period. Gohan lands on the roof of the school and marveled at the beauty of the campus. Gohan slips into a door to go into the school as he runs into Wonder Girl nearly knocking her down the stairs. Gohan catches her quickly and apologizes sympathetically. I'm so sorry says Gohan! Cassie tells him no problem I wasn't watching where I was going; as she looks up and see a very handsome young man staring into her eyes! She loses breath a bit but then composes herself quickly, thinking to herself I'd hurt him with a huge if I'm not careful! I'm Gohan, Cassie smiles jokingly as she wonders where he gets suck a weird name, as she introduces herself. Gohan says to her he's new here and asks if she would show him to his class? Fortunately they have the same class at that time. Strangely enough Gohan and Cassie had classes together all day. Lunch period Conner walks over to a table where Cassie was sitting, and as he sits down Cassie spots Gohan and walks over to his table, and takes a seat there. Cassie sat a little to close to Gohan who was kind of freaked out that he seemed to have taken up an interest him. Gohan begins one of his biggest problems; Tapping his heels, with nervousness. Once again like at his old school the ground begins to shake, as the announcer over the schools inter come system, that they were experiencing an earthquake, and to take the necessary safety measures. While everyone else in the school ran for cover Conner looked up to see Cassie in amazement as she's starring at Gohan thinking to herself noway he caused that or simply sat through it so calmly and unknowingly. Conner was burning a whole through Gohan gazing into him with Anger. Gohan who quickly stops to look at the devastation he caused from his nervousness quickly says not again and runs out the lunchroom to go to his last class. After school Gohan was about to leave as he was stopped by Cassie who asks Gohan to join her at the local burger joint to help her with some very tough math equations. Gohan agrees! As the two sit and enjoy their burger and fries discussing homework like planned Conner walks up to Gohan and slams his hands on Gohans shoulders, to the point where Gohan actually felt it! Gohan knew just as he did when he ran into Cassie hard enough to walk through a brick wall earlier in the day: That Conner was a very strong being. Conner displayed his attitude and anger with Gohan who quickly tries to disperse the situation; but got upset when Conner called Cassie out for being just another blonde! Gohan quickly walks away to go to the restroom to compose himself. Just as Gohan washed his hands a large explosion goes off inside the burger hut, as Gohan walks out to find Cassie on the floor knocked out. A huge piece of cement was laying on top of her. Conner who walked outside turns to see Gohan standing within the flames unharmed and sees Cassie on the ground. Both young men caught eyes with one another and quickly assumed the other was to blame for the situation Conner quickly rushes Gohan with a speed blitz knocking him through the wall and outside into the street. Niether of the boys knew that the blast was from a bomb that happened to be under Cassie's seat. The bomb was placed there by an ex disgruntle employee who wanted to take his revenge on the manager by destroying the Burger Hut. Gohan looks through the hole and sees Conner holding the large block of cement over his head! Gohan though in Conner's jealousy that he was about to crush Cassie with the large block! Gohan quickly reacts, and rocks Conner with a hard right hand. The force of Gohans punch guided by anger was enough to blow the debris and flames away from what was left of the Burger Hut including Conner who crash landed several blocks away into the street, crumbling several cars in the process. Gohan places Cassie away from the danger as Conner rushes Gohan and they both speed off going through several buildings. Conner slams Gohan into the ground causing a massive crater. Gohan quickly counters a punch thrown by Conner with a faster punch of his own sending Conner through the ground creating a line parting the streets until Conner lands into the boiler room of a building. A large blast occurs causing the building to crumble to the ground. From the flames of the building a powerful blast of heat vision hits Gohan in the chest who counters with a Manseko blast destroying more buildings. Thankfully the buildings were abandoned! Gohan thinks to himself I have to get him away from these people as he speeds off while Conner gives chase thinking Gohan is running away. Conner catches Gohan in an Ice wasteland. Conner attacks Gohan again using his super speed but is easily dodged by Gohan who counters with a hard round house kick to Conner's chest sending him through a large glacier and into the icy waters below. Conner flies through the ice in anger and tackles Gohan and begins punching him repeatedly through a glacier wall as the two angry teens speed off while fighting in midair viciously. Who wins this fight between two raging teenagers as they Holy crap they just crashed through a mountain in Africa wow these two are going at it big time; circling the globe!!! But anyway you guys be the judge, it's the battle f the teenaged heart throbs no boy band stuff here just blood! Sorry I had to take a break from my Dr. Doom /Cell/Super 17 Arc, but I was just wondering how a crossover with Gohan go in DC. Enjoy! Sorry for it being so long!

Originally posted by: Source Battle of the blondes! On one side, you have the hottest assassin to come out of Ireland. Onthe other, the ex-S.T.A.R.S. operative and Raccoon survivor. The showdown takes place inside the Monarch Room. For a bit offanservice, Jill is not dressed in the combat battlesuit seen in RE5.Instead, she is in her classic S.T.A.R.S. uniform sans beret (she stillhas the blonde hair and pale skin.) Before the battle takes place, the women first have to disarm, as thisfight is hand-to-hand. Nina removes her pistol, her katanas, thetonfas, and her knives (her gear from Death by Degrees). Jill, on the other hand, removes her dual VZ21 SMGs, her belovedSamurai Edge handgun, her Bowie Knife, Barry's Colt Python, her PSG1Sniper Rifle, and her Rocket Launcher (which makes Nina's eyes bug out,as she wonders where Jill was hiding it). Once the weapons are carried off, the women face off. Then they charge.

Originally posted by: LoneWolf -AND THE GUILTY WILL BE PUNISHED- “…And after his eyes go dead, the Hell I send him to will seem like Heaven after what I’ve done to him…” ----------------------------Jeff watched the men from a red haze that filled his sight. His face was warm and numb, he knew several of the small delicate bones had been shattered. He was lost in thought, unable to comprehend what was happening. He only knew one thing – he, Jeff Owens, was going to die. He thought about what that meant. He was sad to let it all go, visions of a thousand happy days filled his eyes. They clouded out his painful and inescapable present reality. “This can’t be real, please… I don’t want this to be real!!!” A pair of men had duct-taped his wife and children to chairs in their family room and were engaged in leisurely torturing them. They had all the time in the world and there was no escape for anyone – not even death. One of the vicious creatures put his face right in Jeff’s. “We having a GOOD TIME YET!?!” He howled with sadistic laughter and held a bloodied piece of flesh in Jeff’s face, “Say hello to your sweet daughter! We gave her face a little make-over…you like it?” Jeff felt sick as he realized he was looking at his daughter’s flayed facial skin. “Let’s play HOUSE!” Yowled one of the demented criminals and he held up Jeff’s son’s head for him to see, “I think we can make a new one with all these pieces!” One of them began cutting his wife’s face off with a kitchen knife while she screamed horribly. Jeff couldn’t help but be sick. The blood was pooling around him as he lay tied on the floor. It drenched his face and hair and leaked into his mouth. Jeff vomited uncontrollably as the killers began skinning his family alive. “Does she still look beautiful to you? As good as on your wedding day?” The hideously disfigured slab of spurting meat that used to be his wife, fell in front of him. Without her cheeks, her mouth was fixed in a giant rictus grin. Jeff was revolted, the sight was nauseating... however the shock was nothing compared to when she opened her eyes a mere foot from his. The horror and disgust that filled him from her revolting visage was indescribable, he writhed trying to get away from the disgusting creature he had once loved. “I… I love you…” she gasped and crawled over closer to him as he struggled, mad with terror and disgust. She locked her fleshy, bleeding jaws to his mouth and her bloodied tongue entered his throat as he convulsed with nausea. The thug nearest him lopped her head off with a quick machete stroke and Jeff realized he was making out with a skinless, severed head.The thugs seemed to have tired with their endless torments. “Let’s get some McDonalds… I could really go for a number four right now!” One of them said casually to the other.The thugs began pouring gasoline all over the bodies, causing Jeff to cough and spit as the caustic fluid washed over him. One of the thugs looked down at him questioningly. “No hard feelings pal, we were just passing through you know and your door was unlocked, hope you aren’t upset or anything…” Jeff was beyond reasoning at the time… he whispered absently “Yea.. no hard feelings…” The insane man smiled down at Jeff and told him “you have a nice day now!” The acrid scent of petroleum burned Jeff eyes and nose. A quick flash of light and scent of sulphur - a match. Jeff recalled what he had known his entire life. God would help him, Jesus died for his sins... well, he needed help now. He prayed to God “Please, please... I don’t want to die… HELP ME!” He heard a voice in his head. “I’m sorry my child, it is your time to go… I will be waiting here for you!” Jeff writhed and thrashed about as a stunning blast brought searing pain to every inch of his body… he couldn’t breathe. With the last ounce of air in his lungs he screamed out “F*CK YOU GOD!!!!!! F*CK YOU JESUS!!!!!!!” Then there was only the deafening roar of flames, white light and agonizing pain. “This is it, I’m dead…” He thought. Jeff’s last thought in this life was of the undying hate he felt for his smiling tormentors who had taken everything from him. He would crawl across a field of broken glass by his fingernails to dig his thumbs into those grinning eyes sockets. Anything, he would suffer; anything, he would endure, to make those bastards scream… to make them die in terror like he had. ------------------------------It was December 24th and the usual neighborhood noise had been muffled this week by a beautiful blanket of snow. Just out through the grimy window, on the other side of the street, there was a figurine of an angel composed of all-white Christmas lights. Once the shop lights in the city went out, it looked like a real angel floating above the world… giving hope to all that saw it.“I don’t care if you’re eight months pregnant, you c**k suckin’ gutter-wh*re! You owe me two-hundred dollars, don’t you f*ckin’ lie!” The brutish man grabbed the woman by her hair and lifted his shotgun to press the barrel against her bulging belly.“F*ck you Eddie! F*ck you! I’ve gotten high on your dope for YEARS and you never even knew, you f*ckin’ f****t!”Edward Brownfield looked at the couch across the room where his meth-addicted twelve year old son Joey was watching TV. His son could care less about what his parents were doing, they fought all the time; mommy having two or three men over in her room when daddy was gone dealing drugs. Daddy would find out and point his gun at mommy and scream that he was going to kill her like he always did. A few years ago he started smoking dope because his parents left their pipe out in the living room, now he would just steal it from the small drawer in daddy’s room. Last week daddy had just been released from jail after a one month stay for concealed weapon violations.“You f*cking stole my money, you stole my DOPE, you f*ckin’ cheated on me with every guy in the neighborhood! You think I’m gonna let you live after that?”The cheap makeup smeared face of the woman cracked into an angry laugh and she spit back in a screeching voice.“Yea Eddie, I gotta list, I check who is on it and trust me when I say I f*cked every….single… guy... in this neighborhood! You wanna know what?! That ain’t even your son ovah there! A f*ckin’ cop is his daddy!”“So… then who’s this thing belong to?” He pointed at her belly.“F*ckin’ Santa Claus! No really, I f*cked that guy in the mall with the big white beard!”Joey’s heart jumped as a deafening boom punched him in the chest. His mother’s belly exploded like a large watermelon from the 12 gauge blast. A spray of blood and chunks of ruptured fetus painted the walls in dirty red and black. Joey looked at his daddy still holding the gun, then down at the corpse of his mother. The intense drugs in his veins had eroded all emotional vigor, using the endorphins as fuel to keep his young body awake for day after day. He turned back to watch TV, all this meant now is that his daddy was going back to jail again and he would probably have to go live with Danny’s parents again, just like he had for a few months last year.Eddie put the shotgun on the TV table and pulled his meth-pipe from his jacket pocket. After a few good, deep-lung hits he leaned back into the soft couch and handed the pipe to his son. They smoked the rest of a 40-sack between the two of them and watched Miami Vice on TV, it was the closest thing to father-son bonding Joey could imagine.“You know what boy? I feel like getting a drink. I think the Save-On Liquor is open till two or so.”Eddie left the room and walked down the freezing, dirty stairwell that separated the low rate apartments his family lived in. The dope took the edge of the biting cold out of his bones. His shirt was spattered with small flecks of blood, but he zipped his jacket up concealing it from anyone might possibly recognize it for what it was; in reality an extremely unlikely chance, however the drugs caused extreme paranoia.He could hear what sounded like bells ringing as he pull into the parking lot with a crunch as his tires broke the fresh snow. He saw two other cars parked on the other side of the small lot as he trudged through the dirty drifts that had gathered close to the storefront. He pushed the door and it rang a small jingle as he stepped into the heat. All around him were displays, showing people having what they called ‘holiday cheer’ which seemed to involve drinking and smiling a lot at their office party. Eddie grabbed a plastic half-gallon of rum and went to the counter, where the only other customer was finishing paying for his purchase. Eddie did a double take as he realized the man at the counter was wearing a police uniform under his long coat. After he paid, Eddie ran outside and saw the cop getting in his unmarked black Suburban. “Hey partner, think you can give me hand? My battery’s dead!”The cop put the bottle in the back seat of his truck and grabbed a flashlight before walking over with a friendly smile on his face.“Sure pal! Lemme take a look under the hood, I got a pair of cables, but I think I might be able to fix the problem…”Eddie propped the hood open and the cop leaned over to look at the battery cables. Eddie slowly drew a cheap .22 revolver from the back of his waistband and jammed it against the back of the cop’s head before yanking the trigger twice.*BANG**BANG*The snow caused the reports to be a lot quieter than usual; even then not very loud.Methamphetamines are known to have a common side effect of causing increased sexual activity in users, this coupled with increased adrenaline can often cause irresistible urges in addicts. Eddie glanced around nervously before stuffing the body of the dead man into the back seat of his car, then commenced satisfying his urges on the still warm corpse - it seemed like the only natural thing to do.After he had finished, Eddie heaved the corpse into a dumpster so that the clerk wouldn’t see it the second he closed the store."Heh… I guess I don’t need to worry ‘bout getting pulled over now!" Eddie thought to himself and took a long pull from the half-gallon as he drove through the deserted streets. The snow began to fall again in a light haze of thick white flakes. Eddie took another swig and felt deep inside that everything was going to be alright in the end.Everyone was home with their families right now, kids in their beds waiting for Santa to come down the chimney and drop off their presents. This day was a symbol across all nations of peace between all men. A day of hope and joy for the young and old, when logs roasting on a hot fire, songs that brought warmth to the heart and the simple joy of seeing loved ones on the day of the birth of Jesus Christ all those years ago in a tiny manger in Bethlehem. A day that would foretell a wondrous joy, year after year for all the children of God, whether they be black or white or any color in between. Eddie was happy to be alive on this beautiful Christmas morning and soon he would be enjoying a great American Christmas with his family.----------------------------------- The detective looked away from the taped off alley way. He needed to clear his mind. He had only seen the corpse for a second, yet he would remember it until the day he died. How could anyone do that to another human being?“Only God knows who did this to her…”Jerry looked up at his partner.“I’m gonna skip lunch today... After this, I don’t think I could keep it down…”His partner shook his head.“After what the body’s been through, it’s a miracle they could find something to work with…” The disgusted officer turned his head down to face the blood-spattered sidewalk.“The lab has some tissue samples. Not much mind you, but enough... They are sending it back to this new group, Synaptic Pathway Reimaging.”“Supposedly, they can reconstruct an accurate account of the victims last memories… based on neurological pathways the brain constructs to move nerve impulses.”“Didn’t you say this girl’s dad was some scientist or something?”----------------------An elderly, balding man sat alone in a small room next to a sheet-covered table. He wore a plastic badge hanging from a lanyard that read ‘Dr. Eric Sanchez’. As he looked down at the covered figure on the examination table he felt a wave of nausea rise up in him. It had been three days since she had been brought to the lab, three days it had taken him to work up the courage to look at her face.It was worse than he could have imagined... His stomach curled and he ran to the bathroom to be sick. His strength left him as he convulsed and fell to the ground. He lay on the floor, feeling the cool tiles against his skin as he shook and tried to pretend it hadn’t just seen …THAT.His eighteen year old daughter lay in the next room, mutilated beyond all recognition. Her beautiful, smiling face replaced with sickening gristle and bone. He thought about all the times throughout her young life when she had brought so much joy to her family. “Who… who could have…”The only way he would ever know is if she were to sit up and tell him…Well, there was another way. A leading neurologist in the field, he had spent many years researching the physical changes that occur in the brain, that coincide with memory.Knowing wasn’t enough, he realized. He felt a darker feeling wash over him. Someone had tortured and murdered his daughter for their own sick pleasure. Pieces started coming together in his mind. He reached in his pocket for his cell and dialed a number he hadn’t used since his college days.“Yea, I remember that A.I. work you were doing for the new system… listen, I think you might have heard what happened...”The voice on the other end finally spoke. “I’m so sorry man, I just can’t believe someone would do that… If there is anything you need…”He replied “You know what, there is something…”A week later a small group of white coated men and women gathered around the two tables. The first held a chemical tank containing human grey matter. On the second table a human figure covered in a plastic sheet.“She exists now only as a collection of thoughts, a basic program, if you will… to seek out images of whoever was responsible for her murder… now let me just…”He hit the enter key on his keyboard.The figure under the sheet twitched. A sound like a phone linked into an internet connection sounded from the covered body. Video monitors around the room lit up with activity. The details of the human/computer hybrid consciousness’ thought process were translated into graphics on the screen.A group of men on foot. Nicely dressed, all of them fat, sleazy-looking creeps. Following her. The screen became red tinted. Was it fear? The computer’s memory analyzed each of the faces in a freeze frame… noting a rapid scrolling list of physical features. Eyes, hair, build, facial recognition points…“Couldn’t we just go to the cops with these pictures?”The elderly scientist gave the man a hopeless look.“So they can go to jail…? if they aren’t rich enough or powerful enough to just buy their freedom. And even if they do… these guys OWN jail… Might as well lock them up in their own private mansion!”“It’s worth a shot…the only thing we can do…”“Yea go ahead, take the pictures…”The other man removed a thumb drive from the side of the computer and he and his colleagues hastily exited the room, leaving Dr. Sanchez alone with his grief.The sheet fell down from the unit’s face. Dr. Sanchez looked on hypnotized, eyes watering at the blank face of his deceased child… He hoped that the images would make their way into the hands of an honest cop who cared enough to do something about this tragedy, all that could be done was now out of his hands.The elderly scientist pulled a 9mm pistol out from his pocket.“Baby... I’m sorry I couldn’t make things right… You were all that mattered to me... After I’m gone, I know things will be better!”He put the barrel of the gun under his chin and squeezed the trigger.----------------------------“Louie…ya gotta ‘nother thou I can put on da table?? Dese girls been takin’ me for everyting!”The disgustingly obese man laughed an unhealthy and phlegmatic wheeze of laughter.Tony Gordo was taking a break from the high stakes life of a distributer for Mexican Narco bosses. A week in Atlantic City, New Jersey with a cool 5 million to blow. Yes, this was the life. He could do whatever he felt like... No one and nothing could stop him.Something was out of place. He scanned the casino crowd and couldn’t put his finger on it. There. A young girl in the crowd, blank face, walking towards him. Something was familiar about her. What was a girl that young doing in a place like this?…Wait a second…“Hey Louie... is it just me… Or... does dat girl right dere look JUST like the one last week?”Louie’s piggish eyes, half-way open, scanned the crowd.“Yea... it looks like huh... but after dat liddle pahdee we had… no way she looked dat good…”The girl looked right at him. She paused for a second. Then she started across the room in his direction.“Louie… look at dis little thing…”As she got nearer, he felt a cold feeling in his chest. She looked EXACTLY like the girl from last week. But, no, it couldn’t be. She was sitting in a dumpster in Tijuana right now. No way this was her... hell, there were millions of girls that looked like that. Still it was eerie…She continued to walk towards him, ignoring all other people. She came closer and looked into his eyes. Something wasn’t right here… had he overdone it on the coke? Was he seeing things? He had known people who had lost it before…The girl grabbed his collar in a playful manner and pulled him over into a corner.“Whoa deh… ain’t you a liddle young ta be in heya?”She was dressed in a absolutely stunning school-girl outfit. The piggish man’s mind began to think twisted thoughts. He could do anything he wanted…Her small hand reached out and caressed his bulging belly, right below the navel.“Ahhh that’s right honey...”Her fingertips pressed surprisingly hard into his fatty flesh and his smile went away. He felt the rolls of fat shift and move as her steely-hard fingers drove and drove deeper into the folds of his abdomen.“Uhhh... uhh… f*ck... what... what tha...”He screamed as he felt the skin stretch tight and her fingers pressed it to the breaking point. He grabbed her pretty young face and tried desperately to throw her back. But it was like moving a telephone pole, not a budge.His scream reached a squeal as the entire room stared at the shocking spectacle.The girl’s fingers tore through the taut layer of skin and dug deeply into the blood-streaked, greasy yellow layer of subcutaneous fat. His scream stopped and became a choking stutter… “Uh… uhhh… uhh… uh…”A half-dozen of his companions stood by, open mouthed... frozen and unable to act.With a revolting ripping noise, the girl’s hand tore through the final fleshy layers and disappeared into the man’s inner organs. She reached for a second, grasping strands of large intestine and pulling them back out through the raw hole, with a splatter of blood and dark bilious fluids.The Narco boss’s bodyguards stood like statues as their boss was disemboweled, handful at a time, by a pretty young girl with a blank stare…Tony woke up in a cold sweat.He was breathing hard as he looked around and rubbed his bleary eyes.The feeling of pain in his stomach was still there, "must have been the Chinese..."He grabbed his cell from his dresser and checked the time. Might as well get up now, he figured, it was going to be a busy day.First, he called his boys ‘Danny the Sicko’ and ‘Freebase Mike’. They were a bit messed up in the head from smoking PCP and huffing paint, but they were ruthless and did good work for cheap. He pondered for a moment then decided to give ‘Crackhead Eddie’ a ring as well - the extra security wouldn’t hurt. Last, he showered and threw on some cheap cologne and a suit for his weekly meeting with the guys. Profits had been up 15% in the last month alone and he wanted to negotiate a new split.He had rented out a decent sized office in a warehouse owned by the Freemont Paper Co. It was quiet and out of the way – perfect for any kind of business he needed to do, from meetings to coercion to outright whacking guys.At around 8 PM he pulled into the warehouse lot and parked next to a large loading dock. He had a funny feeling as he stepped into the warehouse, like he had forgotten to do something important…-----------------------------The Third Avenue Deli had a nice little canopy to keep customers out of the icy drizzle. This was sure as hell no White Christmas, more like brown and dirty gray, but this was as good a place as any to meet a friend.Lieutenant Mark Danowski lit a cigarette and checked his watch for the third time. His man wasn’t usually late – maybe he had just missed him, he thought to himself. He felt a hand clap on his shoulder and he turned to face a man in sunglasses with a hooded Yankees sweatshirt pulled tight concealing his features.He coughed as he passed the man in shades a pair of envelopes, “Merry Christmas… got a little somethin’ for yeh!”The man spoke with a weary, gravelly voice, “Tell me what I’m lookin’ at…”“First one’s ya all-access ‘behind-the-yellow-tape tour!’ Pretty nasty stuff, and I see this for a livin’! …The other one …the perps…” The other man nodded his head and offered an easy salute before pocketing the envelopes.Mark took a pull off of his smoke and muttered beneath his breath as the man in the hood disappeared into a nearby subway terminal, “God bless you Frank!”I don’t think it was God that blessed me...----------------------------------War Journal entry; December 26th, 2010 hours: The small white figure entered the building as it sat beneath the electronically-rendered green hue of the sky. The NVG’s were a necessity, even though they were a bulky older model – my new pair fell under a van tire last week while I was doing some work in Jersey.After seeing those photos I had cancelled my plans for the weekend. I had to go shopping for some hardware - this job wasn’t the kind I could just put on the back-burner.I checked my molle pack, going over my tools one last time as a pre-combat inspection.One-pound block of C-4; bolt cutter; two pairs of handcuffs; a dozen mags for the M-4; K-Bar on the left side of my flak jacket; Glock 33, with silencer and sub-sonic rounds, in a shoulder holster and finally, my carbine across my back. Time to do work.I just walked up to the door and knocked – no exterior guards were posted… thanks for making my job easier!The door opened and an angry-looking Italian guy with gin on his breath stuck his red face out to say hello. I shot him once in the throat so he would keep quiet, then I slammed the heavy door on his neck, breaking his spine.Flipping the circuit breaker seemed like a good move, I had the NVG’s – they didn’t. Right after the lights went out, this greasy scumbag came around the corner, looking for the first guy I guess. I stuck the K-Bar in his right eye socket and he dropped to his knees screaming and writhing. I gave the hilt a good kick, sending the blade into his cranial cavity. He stopped twitching.I had made a little bit of noise, but this actually worked to my advantage. With the power out, they really had no choice but to come look for me.After a minute or two, a man I recognized showed up, ‘Freebase Mike’. He and his partner were responsible for the torture and deaths of a small family a few days ago. He had it coming in a bad way.I shot him in his right arm to keep him from drawing his 9 mm. Then I dragged him over to some pipes label -CAUTION- and handcuffed him up to them, nice and snug. Once I turned the wheel to open the steam valves, those pipes would heat up to around 300 degrees Fahrenheit – kind of an unpleasant thing to be wrapped around when they got cooking.I left Freebase Mike behind, his screams were bothering me. Who would have guessed his best pal would come running when he heard all the racket? Rhetorical question.The pal was a real sicko named, would you have guessed, Danny the Sicko…I almost felt bad for Danny as I shot him in the kneecaps and shoved both of his arms into an industrial-strength paper shredder. His bones caught at the wrists but his skin continued to stretch and pull off as the machine ate it. In a minute it had peeled him like a banana and he wasn’t looking very pretty.Louie had his back to a wall and a shotgun held in a death grip with his sweaty, pudgy little hands.I fired a burst from the Glock into a shelf full of all kinds of nasty printing chemicals. Once his face had been splashed by the spray, he screamed like a fat little piggy and started firing blindly until he was out of shells. I chained his ankles to a guard rail and handcuffed his hands to the back of a forklift. I think he figured out what was going on when I turned the engine on and decided that I’d like to park it on the OTHER side of the room. I was careful not to step in any of his guts as I walked past his torso and crept up to the meeting room.Tony and Eddie were the last two left. They had heard the screaming and were probably scared out of their minds, wondering what the f*ck was going on.My Glock was jammed. I guess the sear pin had broken in that last firefight. I picked up a bottle of bleach and dumped it out on the floor, then the empty bottle went on the end of the M-4, it would keep the muzzle flash down and muffle the sonic crack a bit.I kicked the door to the meeting room open and got caught square in the chest with a double tap from a .40 cal. The SAPI plate in my vest splintered, but held. I shot back hitting Eddie in the hip and wrist and he went sprawling backward over a table. Tony took a round to the knee and shoulder and his magnum went flying from his hand. I grabbed a pair of large scissors off the table and walked over to his prone body.“Hey Tony, I learned a little something from your friends down in Medallin, called a ‘Columbian Necktie’... wanna see how it fits?”I cut his throat ear-to-ear with the scissors edge, then yanked his tongue out through the spurting gash. He would have bled to death pretty quickly but I shot him in the head with the M-4… so much for an open casket funeral.Eddie was gasping in pain - even after all the dope he had slammed, it wouldn’t take the bite off a 5.56 mm wound. I hefted him up and threw him into a chair.“Eddie Brownfield, killed your wife and got your son hooked on dope… real swell guy! Don’t worry though… I got something extra-special lined up for you!”The click of the safety being thumbed off on a Berretta caught my immediate attention. That and the badge held up along-side of it.“Step away from him and place the gun on the ground! I’m not going to tell you twice!”It figured, Dudley Do-Right showing up to save the day. Here to bring this scumbag back to a nice cozy cell. I wasn’t about to kill a cop, but I’d be damned if Eddie here was leaving this room in any way other than a body-bag.-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Can Frank talk Detective Dudley Do-Right down? If not can he disarm the detective and finish the job he started? Which man is morally correct – Frank’s eye for an eye attitude or Dudley’s determination to always take the high ground, so to speak?

Originally posted by: CrazyKid Set Up-Toronto Ontario Canada Deadpool is hunting down a target when he notices a tall man with white hair and a sword who is having a confrontation with the cops and he pulls out his swords and kills the cops with one swipe from the sword cutting them in half. Deadpool impressed with what he say decides to confront the unknown swordsman. Deadpool-Dude that was awseome i am very impressed with that and they were cops to.Wait dude that sword i remeber that sword from anywhere and that hair your from that game that i used to play everyday man your a legend and know where actually meeting.Sephiroth can i get your autograph. Sephiroth-Just who are you and what do you want and where am im. Deadpool-Who me im the merc with the mouth Deadpool know can i please get your autograph please. Sephiroth-Look your're pissing me off know for the last time tell me where am im or else you will end up like these pathetic humans. Deadpool-Man your're really an asshole and i dont like assholes.(In his head)-Im actually going to fight sephiroth after i kill him maybe i should take his sword as a token of him.Man this is gonna be awesome. Sephirooth-So you rather die then give up information oh well its your funeral. Deapool-Oh man this is gonna be great. Deadpool has his twin katanas and both of his pistols and Sephiroth has his famous ff7 sword.

Originally posted by: xman4life BACK IN ACTION*Steve Rogers was sitting in his office reading all of the reports of threats throughout the globe as Black Widow walks in*Black Widow-Steve through my contacts in Russia I have very important news that might require your covert ops team.Steve-Who is it? Kang?Black Widow-Not that big of a threat but a threat nonetheless. I have reports that Sabretooth is back. I didn't know if you wanted me to wanted me to tell Wolverine or not.Steve-No you did the right thing. Wolverine would tear through Europe looking for him.Black Widow-So should we send the team?Steve-No I will take this one personally. No offense but he is a hell of a threat and I could not live with myself If you or anyone on my team got hurt.*Getting out of his chair*Steve-Where was the last place he was seen?Black Widow-last seen in England.Steve-Good I have a nice support system there so it would be easy for me to get in and take him down.Black Widow-If you are going to leave you must leave now. Someone like him doesn't stay around too long. I think he might be trying to head to Westchester to get back at Wolverine.Steve-Indeed so I will make sure that doesn't happen. You have innocent children there who don't need to go through that.*Steve walks out of the office and goes down to the hanger to put on his gear looking at his shield and preparing himself for bringing down Sabretooth knowing it will not be an easy task, he then gets into his quinjet and flies off toward England. He then touches down and greets Captain Britain*Captain Britain-Hello Steve what brings you across the pond*shaking his hand*Steve-Well walk with me.*He puts his hand on Captain Britain's shoulder and fills him in on who he is looking for*Captain Britain-Wow Steve that's a big task. Well if I can help you in anyway then let me know. I have had my encounters with him and he needs to be brought down and imprisoned.Steve-Thank you. Could you get me a motorcycle?Captain Britain-Yes of course.*Gesturing to a soldier nearby to bring him one, the soldier brought it to Captain America*Steve-Thank you soldier.*looking at Captain Britain *Steve-Thank you, I will be on my wayCaptain Britain-Becareful Steve*Captain America drives off and heads to liverpool where there were sightings of a "wolflike man" and weird animal killings. He goes into a local pub and asks around with pictures, he then notices a figure watching him and when he walks closer the figure runs away, He then runs full speed after the figure*Steve-STOP!!!!!*Steve runs and runs until he realizes he is going deeper and deeper into the local woods, by then he realizes who he has stumbled upon*Steve-Creed. Face me you coward.*the figure stops and turns around taking of his hood and revealing his razor sharp fangs and talon like nails*Sabretooth-I left breadcrumbs for the runt to come but look who came instead! The poster boy Steve Rogers himself. I wanted the punk but I will have to settle for you.Steve-Sorry Creed this won't be like the other times. I will not let you get away for no reason. So either turn your self in and face jail time for the countless murders you have committed or you can fight and I swear to GOD that you will be beaten to within an inch of your life.Sabretooth-So either I face jail forever or I fight you with a 50/50 chance that I get away. Hmmmmm*putting his finger on his chin**Steve then flings his shield as hard as he cans hoping to take Sabretooths head off, it strikes Sabretooth right in the mouth,Steve rushes in to tackle him, Sabretooth with a mouth full of blood smiles*Sabretooth-You gonna die for that boy. Gonna slice you in half.

Originally posted by: LoneWolf "I just love praising the good Lord's name. It makes me feel all warm and tingly inside!" Ned smiled to his wife as he stirred a bowl of wholesome oatmeal. She smiled back as she passed him a cup full of sugar with which to sweeten the somewhat bland paste. "I heard you had quite a little adventure there the other day Neddie!""That's Darn diddly right! I even met Bibleman!" Ned's young sons Rod and Todd ears perked up, and they gathered to hear this tale of humble salvation and hard work in spreading the gospel of Jesus Christ."For some reason I had decided to walk to church the other day like it is written in Job, hoping that I might encounter a poor soul in need of saving!" Rod and Todd nodded eagerly, they loved the tale of The Good Samaritan."Well, I sure diddly-did, it was a baby pony lost in a field and a fox was trying to eat it!" The two children's faces showed shock and terror and their eyes began to water with tears."But the Lord was watching that day and as luck would have it, I was carrying an extra sandwich in my lunchbox for the church social. So I gave it to the fox and he left the poor pony alone!"Another voice cut into Ned's story, causing him to pause."Sorry to interrupt there neighborino, but I couldn't help hearing your story... I think I'd like to tell it the way I saw it!" A man in a purple suit of armor stood at the edge of the table and Rod and Todd screamed in joy."BIBLEMAN! BIBLEMAN! Yes, tell us Bibleman!!!""Well children, me and my pastor youth group were sitting around a campfire reading our bibles and singing Kumbayaba My Lord, when we saw your father swimming out in a nearby lake... He was there to rescue a drowning baby puppy!"The two kids mouth's fell open. Ned looked slightly irritated."Now... Bibleman, you just ruined the next part of my story! Praise Jesus's name!" He paused and looked down into his oatmeal, "But I didn't save that puppy...Bibleman's jaw clenched and he looked downward with his steely gaze. He spoke evenly and solemnly with a great weight behind his words, "It...saddens me to say this, but your fibbing might lead these children astray!"Maude jumped up from the table as if she had burned her hand. Her nasal Minnesotan accent was stressed by her flabbergastedliness."Neddieee, what's this about fibbing??!? You know how the good Lord feels when we tell tall tales now!"Ned looked red in the face. "Well Mr. perfect, if you must know... it wasn't a puppy..." He looked like he was about to cry as his voice broke, "And... I didn't save him..."Every listener hung on his faltering next words."It was a whole family of puppies... and they weren't breathing when I dragged them to the shore..."Todd began crying while his mother comforted him gently."But thank the Savior that Bibleman was there and knew CPR! He saved the whole family!"The children shouted with glee, their young minds were being filled with the sweet and touching wisdom of the Lord, surely the would grow in spirit from these wonderful tales."I've got you one better, Bibleman..." Ned began to tell another story.--------------------------Which of these wholesome 'Family' heroes can impress their good deeds in a way more in keeping with the Bible's guidance? Will Rod or Todd every use a curse word in their entire lives? Who can impart stronger morality and family values?

Originally posted by: @IKA Khazan King round 1!: Aizen vs. Vin. Vin has unlimited supply to every metal/powder she needs. Aizen is restricted to only his shi-kai and Kido. You choose!

Originally posted by: deojusto Robin pulled up beside the worn farmhouse. The farmer was already outside.“Thanks for coming kid, the police wouldn’t believe me.”“No problem, I’m glad to help,” says Robin, “What’s the problem?”“Well I have a burglar on my property.”“That doesn’t seem so strange.”“Well, he hasn’t actually stolen anything. So far he’s just caused a lot of havoc. He went into my barn and started smashing all of my pots and barrels. He didn’t even take anything, just smashed all of them. At some point he barged his way into my house, rummaged through my refrigerator, and started chugging all my milk. Then he found the candy hearts that had been in there since Valentines Day, you know the kind, chalky and pinkish colored. He held them up in the air and made a weird noise.”“What kind of weird noise?”“Well he’s been making all kinds of weird noises. Sounds like’s he’s passing a stone if you ask me. But when he found the hearts he maid a really weird noise, kind of like, uh…duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh, duh-duh-duh-duh, DUN DUN DUN DUUUNNN!”“Oh, ok then,” says Robin, eyeing the old man suspiciously, “I’ll try to get him to move on. What does he look like?”“Just go to the chicken hut. Trust me, you won’t miss him.”Robin strutted towards the chicken hut, where about two dozen terrified avians were fluttering in all directions. A short blond man in a green blouse was maniacally chasing them down. He managed to scoop one up; he lifted the terrified bird above his head and began hopping across the chicken coop as it flapped its wings furiously. At every jump he made the same identical pained groan. Robin watching this for a second before interrupting. “Hey you!”The young man in green looked towards the equally oddly dressed young man in red. Robin cleared his throat. “Put down the chicken.”“Hiyaaa!”“Just put it down, that’s not your chicken.”“Saiyaa! Huuup!”“I don’t want to fight.”“KIA!”The possibility that he wouldn’t be able to talk his way out of this began to cross Robin’s mind. He pulled out a batarang and prepared to trip up this clearly confused chicken lover. The young man in green dropped the chicken and pulled out a boomerang of his own. Robin didn’t mind, he tossed his batarang, positive that his aim would be better. The other fighter threw his as well. A small gale surrounded his projectile; it blew back Robin’s batarang like Goliath body-slamming David. Then it kept going and picked up Robin, tossing him across the field. He hit the ground with an “oof”. As he slowly began to rise, a small hissing noise caught his attention. He looked behind him and found a spherical bomb lying next to him. Before he had time to reflect on how rarely you find bombs that actually look like the stereotypical black cherry everyone thinks they are, he had to dodge for cover. The bomb went boom. Robin watched as the green clad man pulled out a claw shaped grappling hook and shot it onto the outer roof of the barn. He quickly zoomed upwards and jumped through the upstairs window. Robin stood up and cracked his neck. “You know, this means war…”----------------------------------------Location: A Rustic Farm outside GothamLink: all his weapons, items, and stuff, plus a horseRobin: all his gadgets, tools, and whatchamicallits, plus his motorcycle.

Originally posted by greg.e A new Hobgoblin was out to make a name for himself and knew exactly where to start. Spiderman had always been a foe to any Goblin so this new one was going to get aquainted. There was one problem well two. the first he had no idea where the hell spidey was and the other he was being followed and with a quick kick KAine knocked him off of his glider. The glider free of control went into land mode and Hobby was quick up to his feet. The hit had been to get his attention not to hurt him. "Who the hell are you. I m looking for spideman not some clown in a getup." "If your'e looking for spidey then may I be of some service." This time the hit was meant to hurt and the punch KAine threw hit Hobby in the chest sending him through a window into a corner store. Hobby got up slowly spitting out some blodd. "Okay Spiderman will have to wait its jus tme and you.......and soon just me." 'You're being to hastey. I promise at the end of this not only will you be beaten and bloodied but you might change your proffension."

Originally posted by: @leroypowell3 After learning the extent of Shendu's powers, not to mention the source, Hordak put an end to the dragon and took control of the mystical Shadowkhan. Now that he had an army to command, Hordak's next move was to expand his power base. With the encouragement of his occult hosts who had brought him here from Despondos, Hordak found a place to start._____________________________________________________________________________________Bruce Lee was a little disappointed. He had hoped for his student to meet his friend Sammo Hong. The nuclear facility had allowed a bit of filiming at the site but Sammo had sent his second unit director to shoot the scenes."We'll be doing some fighting," the director told Bruce. "Just as soon as the sun goes down. It will be in less than an hour."Bruce sighed. "I guess that will have to do."As his students waited, the sun did indeed start to go down. The lights hadn't been turned on yet but Bruce kept seeing flashes all around the nuclear site.Just as his intuation started to tell him that something was wrong, the area was suddenly surrounded by black garbed ninja men. They rounded up all of the filming crew and many of the nuclear site employees and then the leader of the group arrived.Hordak, a true tribute to his name, frightened many of the assembled simply with his appearance."This facilty can power whatever you need, master." and robbed man snivled beside him."Then secure the rest of the area." Hordak snorted. "I will go and prepare the proper spells that I need.""Master." the robbed man called out. "What should we do with these people?"Without even looking at them Hordak answered evilly. "They are insignificant. Kill them all." And he kept walking away.The Shadowkhan started to move in. They had weren't carrying guns so they apparently were going to do this with their bare hands.With a fire in his voice, Bruce Lee spang from the captives and drop kicked the closest Shadowkhan to him. "Students! Defend yourselves!"Immediately, Lee's students did as he said. They weren't masters of any sort but they were able to hold the line per se."We have to stop these guys from taking over the facility!" one of the employees said to no one in particular."I'll stop them!" Bruce volunteered. He broke the the group and ran in the direction that Hordak had gone.So it's Bruce Lee (weaponless so far) up against let's say twenty-five Shadowkhan around the nuclear site. He wins if he can stop them from taking control of the site (none of this 'they don't know how to work it or authization codes where's the police and national guard and all that realistic junk). The Shadowkhan win if they can keep Bruce at bay while Hordak does whatever he's doing. No, Hordak will not be involved in this fight in any way.And this is the Bruce Lee character that he played in Enter the Dragon.Enjoy!

Originally posted by xman4life The Beginning(X-23 stood there looking at the body of the dead 12 year old girl with anger)X-23-Why does things like this happen. With all of these "heroes" around here in New York I don't understand how this can happen.(she bends down to get the scent of the killer from the body and look at the girls ID, she takes a long sniff)X-23-Its time to track down a killer. I'm sorry no one was here for you Christine Floyd.(she hears the sound of police sirens in the distance and takes another long look at the body but before she could go she looks around because she smells a scent she has smelled before. She then flees the scene in a hurry. Later on she asks around for anyone knowing the name Christine Floyd. And not getting any leads, Until a woman says)Woman-Honey here in Hells kitchen NO ONE talks. The Kingpin runs these street and you don't want to cross him.X-23-Kingpin huh?Woman-Yes he is a mean S.O.B. He "takes care" of people who talk to police.X-23-Where can I find him?Woman-You want to FIND him? You must be crazy or not from around here. It's best to mind your own business. You go looking for the Devil you find him.X-23-Well if you see the devil tell him I'm looking for him.(the woman then walks away. X-23 walks around asking if anyone who's the girl again and then suddenly stops because of a lingering scent she smelled from the crime scene and thinks that she must be getting followed so she went back to her hotel room and take a shower. She then hears the door quietly opens the door. She sits there in the outfit ready to attack.)X-23-You got some balls coming here. You have been following me since I came to Hell's Kitchen so either you came to die or to tell me something.Daredevil-Your senses are just as sharp as wolverines. You smell just like him if it wasn't for the beer and cigar smell.X-23-You smell familiar where do I know you from?Daredevil-Im the one who protects Hell's Kitchen.X-23-Protects? Is that that what you call it? A 12 year old girl is dead laying in an alley and thats protection?Daredevil-I can't be everywhere at once but I was the one to call the police. The victim is the daughter of another mob boss thats why you wouldn't get that many answers.X-23-So this Kingpin is behind it?Daredevil-Yes he is.X-23-So where is Kingpin? He needs to pay for this. Murdering children who had no part in this is horrible.Daredevil-I know where he is but we can't just kill him.X-23-And why not?Daredevil-People have been trying to press charges on him for decades and they don't get far because most go missing or end up dead.X-23-Well then that solves it. We kill him. He is the reason why we have to make these decisions and take out these "untouchable" people. Because the law and jail aren't meant for people like that.Daredevil-Your young and have to realize that you can't just kill people like that or the death would never stop.X-23-Well I'm killing him so either you can help, show me where he is, because I WILL find him eventually you know this, OR get out of the way.(Daredevil exhales knowing that if she is anything like Wolverine he is going to have an issue on his hands so he positions himself by the window)Daredevil-Hell kitchen is MINE and I won't have a young hero running around adding to the murders. Kingpin will go down but not like that.(X-23 stands up. Daredevil hears her heart beat spikes but then slows down)Daredevil-You have killed before haven't you, Usually when a person gets into an altercation there heart beats a mile a minute but not you. Your trained.X-23-Good call. Now knowing I have no trouble killing what do you plan on doing?(Daredevil gets into his jujitsu form, X-23 brings out her claws and then smiles)X-23-You made your choice i see.(taking a deep smell)Your not afraid either.Daredevil-(listening to her heartbeat)Neither are you.(X-23 and Daredevil then stand there looking at each other waiting to the other to strike, Daredevil then quickly grabs his billy club and flings it at her head, She quickly dodges it and goes for the slash, he sidesteps and goes for the punch, she ducks and rushes him, they both go crashing out of the window)

Originally posted by: @ViceCityMobster86 Thomas Grabiel and his gang of cyber terrorists set up shop in Vice City and begin stealing money. One of the businesses he steals from is a bank owned by the powerful Vercetti Crime Family. Tommy is tiped off by a hacker working for him about who Thomas Grebiel is and were is is in Vice City. He learns that they have set up shop in an office building. Tommy quickly gets a team of Mafia foot soliders and Wiseguys. With his hit team ready Half of the team enters from the ground floor and the other from the roof. They put C4 on a Helicoptor parked on the roof to prevent any one from escaping in it. Grabiel and his gang are alerted to the hit but did not expect them to arrive as soon as they did. They get there weapons ready. The Vercetti Crime Family hit team are armed with M16 Assault Rifles with Granade Launchers Colt Python Pistols SPAS 12 Shotguns KA-BAR combat knives 40 mm Grenade Thomas Grabiel and his gang are armed with Uzi 9mms Colt M1911A1 Pistols Winchester 1200 shotguns Hunting Knife Flash Bangs

Originally posted by: txdragon1 During the second Persian invasion of Greece.King Leonidas stood at the opening of Thermopylae pass looking at his army, his personal guard of 300 warriors with a few thousand various other Greek soldiers.Suddenly of the scouts he sent out ran to him.Scout: Kind Leonidas the Persians are dead!Leonidas: What happened?Scout: There was a battle, a hole opened up in thin air and thousands of monsters came pouring out!Leonidas: What do you mean by monsters?Scout: They were about eight feet tall, they looked like some horrible mix of men and animals, led by these strange people who were horribly pale, but the most disturbing part was their faces, they had no eyes just pale flesh. But when it looked at me I felt like it new I was there.Leonidas: This is disturbing news, how many of these monsters are there?Scout: After the battle there seemed to be about 20000 of the monsters, with 200 of the pale guys.Suddenly at the bend in the mountain came an army of monsters as the scout described. A single man walked forward from the army wearing black armor and a black cloak that barley moved despite a strong breeze from the sea and holding a solid black sword.Myrddrall: Stand down and submit to the dark lord and you may be aloud to live.Leonidas looked at the strange creature as it laid its eyeless gaze on him and felt an unnatural fear grip him. Suddenly Leonidas laughed and walked forward and said stand down, sure we'll stand down when you are dead and your army is subject to Hades wrath. Walking back to his army Leonidas yelled Soldiers prepare for battle, and joined his armies phalanx in the pass.Myrddraal: So be it, before grabbing the scout with unnatural speed and slammed him into the mountain side, and with the same unnatural speed and grace he loped off the soldiers head.Leonidas looked at the scout as his body fell to the ground his severed head starring up into the sky.At that moment the shadow spawn army charged, every Greek soldier stood in the phalanx for the fight, when the sun rose over the pass, its light bouncing off the Greek armor and shields giving the soldiers the appearance an army of light.There are almost 5000 Greek soldiers including the Spartans against a shadow spawn army of over 20000 who wins.

Originally posted by: Dr. Pymp(mex) This is a story of how the Beyonder was reduced in power. It is not due to Marvel Co. it is not due to the writers being naive and it is not due to fanboys. This story takes place in a Universal Courtroom, where the jury is composed of powerful beings from all universe's. (DC, DBZ, etc..) Since each being perceives information different, the court case was broadcasted in different ways, (i.e. To humans, it appeared as a court case Earth would have, and so forth)Judge: Tribunal (Living)Attorney for Eternity: DaredevilAttorney for Beyonder:She-HulkEternity is pleading that the Beyonder be restricted to use his powers to his own universe and repair all damage done to Eternity's universe.Beyonder is stating that he was within his right to do as he pleases and that if anyone was harmed he could resurrect them.Sentient Beings everywhere and anywhere, we are gathered here to evaluate the trial that has befallen this council. We have two beings who by their own right should be considered supreme god, but even they must seek justice when it has been stripped from their hands. Today we shall find that justice and seek to right what was wronged. (Daredevil)There was once a being of unimaginable power. He called himself the Beyonder. He had no equal, and even was unaffected by the influence of time and space. He laid waste to our plaintiff's universe and even went as far as to kill Death. (the crowd grumbles with auspicious chatter) (Living Tribunal)Order in the court!(Daredevil)Your honor, this trial is to justify the correct use of power, and clearly it was used with as much control as a child has with no wisdom of such power. I have evidence that will show how the power was used and the damage it has caused.[Daredevil sits down next to Eternity. They exchange some words and he writes some notes](She-Hulk)Your Honor, my defendant will show today that he has done nothing wrong. He will show without a reasonable doubt that his actions are not more evil than the forces of nature destroying a sun.[she Hulk walks away](Tribunal)I will now analyze the evidence. Each party must have three and only three examples of why I should judge on their behalf. The loser will have to be the other's servant for 30 million years.(That is like 2 years in our lifetime)Now let's see if you CBUB'ers like to do homework. Name three reasons why Beyonder should be allowed his powers pre Retcon or why he should have them stripped.Remember an example might be Beyonder should lose his absolute power because: He is above even TOAA, there should be limits to all powers, Eternity should be the top dog, Beyonder is a guest not a home-owner etc..Examples of the other are: Beyonder is not from that universe, he should not be restricted while visiting, etc.Who will win, by the way I know Beyonder lost most of his ubberness, but this takes place right after Secret Wars and well this was that trial that was held. Kind of cool to think about it this way. Will we stay true to Marvel or will we write our own history........

Originally posted by: ClownWithAChainsaw "We've recovered this footage sir." An immense woman engulfed in shadowplaced a laptop on the old oaken desk. Video footage played, of a skinny man with purple hair being gunned down by the Brittanian police in Japan. "This is him?" "Yes sir. this is the escaped Geass fugitive known as Mao.""Where is he now?""Evidence suggests he was killed by Zero."The Emperor of Brittania slammed his fist on the desk. "Zero. A thorn in my side." Then he stroked his beard thoughtfully. "If he beat Mao, then there is a chance he has Geass powers. And an even greater chance that he is working with C.C."The woman in the shadows waited. "Find them Waller. Use every method at your disposal.""It shall be done my lord." She bowed and left the room.~The explosion was massive. The drug dealers raced for their guns, but by the time they got there the Black Knight's Knightmare Frames were looming over them. "This is getting too easy." Kallen said. Zero leaned back in his frame The Gawain. "It almost does doesn't it?" He smiled under his mask. "With Japan's criminal element running scared, we're almost ready to free Japan from Britannia's rule."Suddenly, all of the drug dealers disappeared, except for one woman. "What just happened?" Zero sat up in his seat."Zero, I recognize her." C.C. said. "You should withdraw all of your troops now."The woman took off her hat, letting her green hair fall to the ground. A flash in her eyes, and suddenly the room was filled with green fire. "Everybody retreat, now!" Zero yelled. "Who are they?" He asked C.C."They call themselves Checkmate." C.C. said. "They're the special forces team the Emperor uses to deal with troublesome Geasses. They're lead by Taleb Khalid, the only one who refused to take a Geass power. Among their members are Waller who is immune to other's Geass, Holt who has the geass to control computors, and a cyborg, Sasha. They have several pawns at their disposal, as well as four knights, bishops, and rooks." "Are there any more Geasses I should be aware of?" He asked."Their knights all have a Geass. Count Werner whose Geass makes people uncontrollably dizzy, Beatriz whose Geass allows her to control fire, Jagger whose ability renders him impossible to target directly, Helena whose Geass makes sure she never misses a shot, and Carr, who can teleport short distances."Zero thought for a while. "We're all clear of the facility sir." Tohdo said. "But some of the men report to a sudden feeling of Vertigo.""How many are there in that building?" Zero asked C.C. She looked at the warehouse and her eyes gleamed."All of them." She said. "They've been setting this trap up for a while.""Well then." Zero smiled. "Everybody go to full retreat. Except for you Kallen. Find someplace hidden, and wait outside the building for my signal. I'm going to go in alone, but be ready to come in and strike at any minute.""What are you going to do?" C.C. asked."I'm going to show them that anybody who wants to defeat Zero, shouldn't style themselves after chess pieces." He rolled a black king in his hands. "Checkmate."~So, Checkmate here is an alternate universe counterpart to the Checkmate in DC. They have Geass powers, and their job is to control the Geass population. C.C. will go in first, dressed as Zero and riding the Gawain, while Zero sneaks in on foot Geassing whoever he meets. So that way, by the time Checkmate thinks they've killed Zero Zero will have an army in place and hopefully Geassed some of the members of Checkmate who have Geass. At that point, he'll direct his Geassed forces into battle, C.C. will resurect herself and she and Kallen will attack with their Knightmare frames. The only member of Checkmate with a Knightmare frame is Helena.Will Checkmate be able to counter the chessmaster?