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The Silverscale Lounge Arena

Ep.1: December 2020

Hosted by Baskerra "Lounge Bitch" Hellmane

All in favor of our Lounge's Founders

(Pictures of Results are exclusive to the FurrAffinity versions, the link to which is in the description of the fic)

Part 1: The Choosing

(As it all begins, 12 incredibly large metallic crates are being air-lifted to a large clearing in the middle of a humongous forest, lush and looking like something straight out of the wilderness in Canada. The Silverscale Lounge itself can be seen presiding on the other side of the force-field containing all of this.

As this goes on and a massive Dragon Skull-shaped building is revealed in the center of the boxes, Baskerra suddenly pounces on top of it, decked in slutty reindeer clothing. Everything from green/red striped socks, fake antlers, reins holding her back, mistletoe-pasties, and nothing else at all, her tail covered with Christmas Lights. She tests the mic for a bit.)

"Ahem...is this thing on?" She tapped the mic again before standing up, a toothy grin on her face. "Good whatever-time-of-the-day-it-is, folks! Happy holidays and welcome to the first ever Silverscale Lounge Arena! Thanks to the efforts of some of the best regulars to Shardfire's establishment, encouragement from my loving owner, Anza Shattergaze, and a little bit of magic from my old hometown, this thing is finally being kicked off!"

She cleared her throat. "Sorry. Really excited. You can tell." She pointed to her twin-tails, which wagged quite a bit. "We're about minutes away from this days-long venture turning into a madhouse, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. Here's the deal!"

She began to hop from one Team box to the other, running on all fours as she did so. "In each of these boxes are a set of four people and/or creatures from across the multiverse that 12 of our regulars have sorted out! With some black magic on the side, I managed to capture them and place them in a realm where chaos is law and only one can survive!"

She landed on the first District Box, her bells jingling. "Heh. I love these things already. Anyway, let's not waste any time! The game will begin very soon, but first, let's see how everybody in these boxes is doing, starting in the order of whom was convinced to send in their set. We're starting with Team Box #1! My choices, that is..."

Team #1: Baskerra Hellmane

"Fuck! No reception!" Loona, the hellhound secretary/slacker of the infamous I.M.P business, snarled as she struggled to get her phone working. She was this close to throwing it against the wall in frustration when she noticed a certain lumpy fellow staring at her. "The hell are you looking at?"

"Puppy!" Ed, Peach Creek's favorite lummox, lunged at her, oblivious to being suddenly whisked away to this strange dimension. Before the hellhound could react, she was tackled to the floor and pressed onto it, his smell filling her nostrils and his hand pressing against her head/back. "PURR like a puppy! PURR like a puppy!"

"Freaking asshole...get off!" She struggled still, but her strength was no match for his.

The other prisoner, the healer Dreamkeeper known as Lilith Calah, was doing her best to stay collected. "Don't panic...you just fell through a rift in time/space and the only way out...apparently...is mass murder." She looked at her hand, her particular kind of magic flowing through it. Would this be yet another moment she would be forced to use its darkest aspects?

She ignored the sight of the hellhound struggling with the strange ape-like creature (on account of never seeing a human in her life) and turned to the strange vehicle mashed in the back. It looked like some kind of tank, but covered in wicked-looking almost bony armor. Not to mention...was that a head in the middle of it? One with razor sharp teeth and seemingly glowing red optics?

One thing was for certain. If allowed, this particular machine would truly be the storm that was approaching...

Team #2: Tsumi Snowheart

"This...fucking...sucks." Mina, a gothicc sparrow, muttered as she sipped on the can of cola she managed to take with her before being whisked away by that freaking flash of midnight black fur.

"I don't know. It's so nice to meet new friends!" Rosemary, a sweet Ragdoll cat, said, getting a bit too close for the sparrow's comfort. "I'm Rosemary! How about you?"

"I'm 'not interested'. Nobody cares." She replied.

Suddenly, a cyborg canine's digitigrade foot slammed down, grabbing all their attention, including that of a nerdy chinchilla named Samalla. "Look alive, ladies!" Ripley, a cybernetic canine-type, shouted. "Look, I'm just as scared and afraid as you all are, but let's get organized."

"Not a bad option. I like to work alone, but based on what I'm hearing, we don't have much of a choice." Samalla said, breaking her attention from her laptop.

Ripley walked forth, her bio-lights switching to orange. That meant she was serious and more than a bit ticked off already, but keeping it together. "If we're getting through this...we need to be prepared for literally anything. And I mean anything. This bitch wants us to fight to the death? What if...we were to face her ourselves?"

"Heh. Playing dirty? I kinda like that." Mina perked her head up. "For a short little gal, you've got a good head on your shoulders."

"Playing dirty?! But that'll ruin the game!" Rosemary clutched her cheeks in bubbly horror.

"Again. Nobody cares." Mina sipped her drink again. "So...is this show gonna get moving or...?"

Team #3: SamanthaShe-Horse

Samantha, the lovable currently nude she-male mare, was more of a lover than a fighter, as she had told herself long ago. Now, she did not have that luxury. There was a slight feeling of unease, as she could hear Basky talk of how she would have to participate in this blood sport. Still...there was always the chance Shardfire herself would take pity?

"Alright. Who do we have here?" The famous superheroine/enemy of uncomfortably large corners of Twitter, Captain Marvel, created a small flare of burning energy in her fist to vent. "I'm stuck in some kind of crazed death-match and...I have you guys to help me. Great."

"Now would not be the time to start conflicts." On the opposite side of the comic-books spectrum, there was Wonder Woman herself, adjusting her bracelets and tiara, her sword and whip close to her. "I've been in a few scenarios like this before. One in which there's this madmen forcing hero against hero. Villain against villain."

"And all we need to do is find a way out, with as little bloodshed as possible." The final member of the team, Katara of the Water Tribe, agreed. She was looking a bit frazzled, but she had braved many dangers before this. Being locked up and forced to fight would be another thing on the list. However, something was...off about her.

Seemingly copy-pasted in terms of how she was drawn, a bigger bust-size than normal, a Victorian-style dress on her...something was wrong-wrong-wrong-upside-down-wrong!

Samantha was never one to feel self-conscious, but even then, she knew all eyes were on her. "What? This is basically my formal wear." She said softly.

"...I will not judge." WW said, if somewhat awkwardly.

"Neither will I!" Katara was still covering her eyes, blushing hotly as Captain Marvel just crossed her arms, willing to take on whatever craziness was ahead...and maybe grab a drink to forget the oddly arousing sight of the nude equine. However, Katara then looked away. "Zuko, my love, I shall be back in your arms and-"

Anybody who's read "How I Became Yours", an infamous 'Last Airbender' fancomic, should be suddenly feeling rather ill right now.

Team #4: Kojiro

The tiniest master of evil you'd ever find, Veigar, slammed his staff down as he looked around. "FOOL!" He shouted in his usual screechy kind of voice. "That miserable cur thinks she can lock up my evil in this tiny box? Mark my words! For I shall lead the greatest team in the history of this feeble dimension!"

"AND WE SHALL FORGIVE HER FOR HER SINS, AS WE FEAST ON HER CARCASS." A gentle but booming voice said behind him. Even the warped Yordle sorcerer gave a yelp at the appearance of the reptilian beast in robes. Raptor Jesus, everybody.

"Gah! Well...you certainly look sinister enough to bask in my presence and follow my commands! And yes. You can devour their very souls if you want! Just...keep those claws away from me, alright?"

He then turned to a rather disinterested yellow/blue furred feline wrapped in rather skimpy bandages and wearing a pharaoh's crown. "Can't you see I'm trying to sulk? This place reeks of decay and nothingness, me-meow." Ankha, everybody's favorite snooty islander, blinked.

Feeling a strange feeling in his groin, he stepped forth towards the taller feline. "Well, well, well...perhaps there's a spot for a Mistress of Darkness on my team? One with possibly the power of the undead? I can smell the ancient sands on those wrappings! Don't ask me why. I just can."

Ankha just rolled her eyes. "Creep." She bapped his nose with her tail, causing him to stumble and suddenly trip on a puddle on the ground.

"What?!" He managed to get up, adjusting his large hat. "Why, I outta-" He was suddenly interrupted when, from that random puddle, something emerged out. The water itself was materializing into one beautiful being. One a bit taller than Ankha and fully nude. A Vaporeon with a sturdy body.

"WHAT BOON IS THIS? AND IS IT TASTY AS IT IS A BLESSING?" Raptor Jesus asked.

In front of the stunned Veigar, the Vaporeon knelt a bit. "Are you alright, good master? I'm River!" She asked in a gentle tone, waving her large finned tail as she also introduced herself.

Getting himself together, while also not noticing Ankha had a hot blush on her face when she saw the nude Pokemon, Veigar raised his staff. "I am not good! But I AM your master! And soon...I shall be victorious!" He let out an ear-hurtingly high-pitched evil laugh, even making the demure Pokemon cover her rather large fins.

Team #5: Etri Flair

"Hmmm...peculiar." The grand General of Noxus, Swain, said to himself, tapping his chin with his demonically charged hand. "It would seem that yet another demon hopes to vex me. This...she will not get far in. But if this is to show the might of Noxus against impossible odds....so be it."

He turned to whoever else was in the room, taking note of the large troll standing before him. "Let's see here...I seem to have a beast at my beck and call."

"Akrog is no beast." The troll narrowed his eyes before clearing his throat. "He is a mighty warrior...one that does not know of why he has been sent here. But Akrog...wait...he can...slightly hear what is...what sort of hex is that?" He pointed to Swain's glowing red arm.

"This? Just an example of my strength of will. I'm sure that you'll soon see it in action once you are fully under my command. For if we are to survive this...and work as allies for the time being...I'd suggest falling in line with somebody who knows a thing or two about war."

"Hmph. Like I'd be cowed by a human." Everybody's favorite ham of a Blood Elf princes, Kael'Thas Sunstrider, scoffed, walking into frame. "Nor would I be caught dead working with a disgusting troll. What do I look like? A Horde official?"

"Akrog does not appreciate your words, brittlebone...but now is not the time for in-fighting." The troll said sagely, bringing his large blade over his shoulder. "Now is the time we find ourselves looking for a way out. We wish to return home...and we will crush any in our way to do so. This, Akrog understands."

"Civil, I see? This shouldn't be that hard." Swain was secretly relieved that this massive beast of a warrior was rather soft-spoken and reasonable. All the better to command. However, he noticed the sudden look of intrigue on the blood elf's face. "You covet power, do you not?"

"No...but the fel energy coming from you...it's unlike any I have ever sensed." Kael'Thas smirked. "I look forward to seeing a sample."

"Mates, can we please stop the fantasy talk and accept the fact that we might be pushing up daisies soon?" A strange masked man in a jumpsuit with burning orange eyes caught their attention. Smaller than all three of these people, he had no name, so we'll call him Sub.

Everybody just stared at him before Kael'Thas gave a chuckle. "I do believe we've found our cannon fodder."

"Wankers." Sub sighed, well aware that was exactly what he was to be called the moment these people laid eyes on him. At the very least...he had a laser gun? Yep. He's doomed.

Team #6: Loree Lionmayne

"Log Entry...I don't even remember anymore." The diminutive pointy-haired would-be scientist, Wilson, wrote with some makeshift materials. "It appears I have been thrust from one nightmare world to another. No doubt, that damn demon that got me into this whole has this canine on his payroll or something. For now, I will continue to-"

"Uh, who're you talking to?" Everybody's favorite Game Grump/musician/owner of an underrated name, Danny Sexbang, asked, wearing his most flamboyant outfit yet. "We're kinda screwed, so, now's not the time to be focusing on a random apocalyptic log."

"It's always the time, sir! We may not make it, but our notes will be found by any other unlucky fool! It's called preserving your name. Try it sometime." Wilson said pointedly.

"If only I was so cavalier about death." The most killed-off actor in the history of ever, Sean Bean, agreed. "Bad enough I was sent here after having watch Jupiter Ascending again...and that was one venture I wasn't mindlessly killed off in."

"Oh, yeah. Don't get your hopes up for..." Danny's cynicism were interrupted when a morbidly obese cat suddenly walked in, causing him to gasp and squee. "Holy fuck, look at this heckin' chonker!"

This Chonker, as we'll call him, just stared at him, uninterested and just wandering about, minding his own business. Wilson just scoffed. "I could honestly care less." Right now, all he could think about were the many ways he was going to get that damn demon and his little dog too to pay...no, wait. Wrong franchise. Sort of. Whatever.

Team #7: Jasmine Whitley

"This...is my redemption!" A rather portly man in a diamond-studded Stormtrooper (not the real kind, thank Shardfire) mask stated, proudly walking through the spacious box. He spoke in a rather deep voice as he shuffled about in his leather jacket. "The return of the Shock Master! The absolute in a series of-"

"Do you mind? I'm still trying to comprehend this whole thing...one moment, I'm relaxing and the next..." Our 27th president, William Taft, said as he also sauntered in, portly as ever and most likely going to burn the nearest trust fund out of stress.

While the two portly ones walked about in either more boasts or general confusion (respectively), two survivors of a particularly ruinous part of the Bethesda Universe were just chilling out. "Well, don't this beat all? Guess it's back to the ol' silk for me." The rather flax and likable old prospector, Easy Pete, said as he prepared his revolver.

"My function is for pleasure..." Spoke his companion, a sexdroid of his world appropriately named Fisto (it stood more something else, but c'mon). "...but I am prepared to do whatever it takes for this unit to survive as a whole. You have my word."

"Good to hear. Let's just hope this doesn't get too wild. Rather would just...rest this all the way out. Wouldn't be the first time I got blood on these here hands..." He had a feeling he wouldn't like whatever came next.

Team #8: Jonathan Calibur

The thing about this particular team, there was a theme going on. A theme that would become abundantly apparent with the (mostly) nameless group of four. "Alright. Who's not panicking? Sign off." A large DILF hunk of an anthro Arcanine asked, completely nude and letting his large thick cock out.

"Here." A more burly sounding DILF answered. This one belonged to a Canis breed that had black fur, a more rectangular head, and a red thong holding up that big cock/balls.

"Here." A softer, but still deep voiced DILF also answered. This one was a muscular zebra with only a turquoise pull-over on him, his large chest and black equine cock on full display.

"What's up?" A more casual voice answered. This one belonged to Knotz, who wasn't a DILF, but certainly had the makings of one. This gray/white scaled dragon with the two knotted cocks was kicking back, as if confident he would be able to get through this. Maybe even get some sluthound cootchie at the end?

The Arcanine DILF (let's call him AILF, the Canid one CILF, the Zebra one ZILF, and Knotz...just Knotz) sighed. "This is serious. Life or death. While I am kind of eager to get some action after some time..." He clutched his cock at that. "We need to focus on working together as a team and making sure we get out of this one alive."

"Right behind you. I guess." CILF huffed, somewhat perturbed by all of this, as well as the promise that only one could leave this nightmare alive.

"I'll do my best." ZILF said, the second-calmest out of the four. "Just try not to burn everything in sight. I played the games and I know how this goes."

"Are you talking to me?" Knotz asked, still not willing to stand as he kicked his digitigrade feet back. "I'm no Spyro, after all."

"He's referring to me." AILF sighed. This might be harder than he thought. But hey. Twice the fire, double the chance. Then again, twice the pride, double the fall...

Team #9: Illustrious Grave

"I WANT TO SPEAK WITH A GODDAMN MANAGER!" Because the universe is a cruel place sometimes, we now have to deal with a Karen of all people taking the stage in this particular team. Grave, I know you were being random, but what have you cursed (or blessed, depending on what was to happen next) with?

Her cries were unheeded as everybody's favorite Mentalist/FBI agent, Patrick Jane, winced. "Alright. Let's get our story straight. Some weird girl I presume was in a fur-suit ended up whisking me away to the land of death and make-believe." Despite his nature, he was already analyzing the place, looking for a way out.

"Senor, I think we're being punished." To his surprise, that voice didn't come out of just any mouth, but the mouth of a mouse wearing a sombrero. Yes, it's Speedy Gonzales, everybody's favorite problematic stereotype of a speedster. Thankfully, this was the Looney Tunes Show version, more or less. Much less racist.

Patrick had seen quite a lot in his day, but nothing like this. "Let's assume AGAIN...and this time, let's pretend I actually decided to take drugs at some point in my life. Now, there's a Looney Toon in front of me, some random bitch is spouting off, and-"

"And I'm also here." The dreaded rope-handling boogeyman known as Candle Jack (stop panicking, that meme is discredited) floated in, carrying his signature candle and looking a bit peeved. "Hello there."

"I don't give a flying fuck what you think!" The Karen suddenly pulled out a glock. "I won't hesitate! I have the coupons that go with this!"

"Ma'am, mouse, freaky ghost guy, could you all please calm the heck down?!" Patrick let out a disgusted huff. "Where am I? Some demented crossover episode made up by coked-up executives?"

"Was that drug-joked for me? My speed is all natural, I can assure you." Speedy put his hands to his hips, not amused. And now, we move on, because we're already at eight pages already. Also, like you, I can't bear to be with the Karen any longer.

Team #10: Anza Shattergaze

The Twelve Doctor was many things. A guardian of time itself, a fettered curmudgeon, an arrogant savior of life that never gave up...but he certainly wasn't prepared for showing up in the middle of this kind of ridiculousness. "Well...I have no words. I must say, I should be more shocked. Almost disappointed." He mused.

However, he suddenly found himself unable to stop staring daggers into a particular team member. One floating around and turning to the Doctor with his monstrous decaying face. "What's this I sense?" The simalcrum of the infamous creator of the Tomb of Horrors, Acererak the Demi-Lich, said in his typical dry and contemptuous voice. "So much soul energy...I can feel it all around..." Sure, his plans in the Tomb of Annihilation had been foiled, but...

"I'm sure you can also feel the fact that I want to put something...something quite hard into what constitutes as your eye-socket, you time-traveling soul-stealing wretch." Twelve (as we'll call him) said, considering his options with handling this clearly untrustworthy being. "Didn't my transportation method crash into you at one point?"

The lich angrily slammed his staff down, pointing it at him. "Mention that again and 1000 years of torment await you! Know this! I work only with you fools because this...this is the ultimate humiliation! ME! Acererak! Forced to endure something that only I could achieve! It's not even that clever, from what I can gather!"

"Sadly, I'm inclined to agree. It just feels like the creation of a young adult with too many hormones than brain cells." Twelve rubbed his chin. "Then again, I don't know who would make a worse death-trap."

Apart from those two, there was a man decked in a cape and red armor watching from the side, a bat crawling onto his shoulder as if to comfort him. Vlad Dracula. Not the version you're familiar with. The one who was truly a good man cursed by a monster so he could protect his kingdom. And also from an utterly forgettable film that was the most innocent out the Dark Uni-

WE DON'T SPEAK ITS NAAAAAME

As he weighed his options, brooding as usual, a blue motorcycle revved up next to him, breaking him from his thoughts. "What is this?" He said to himself, touching the strange machine. Remember. Different era.

That motorcycle ignored him, opting to scan the area for any structural weaknesses. "Scrap..." She muttered. Turns out, this was actually the Autobot Camian known as Arcee. Or, really, an alternate version that looked more like if Chromia had a sparkling with less buff, but just as much moxy.

And as the lich and Doctor argued, the vampire and the Cybertronian waited for the inevitable. But if Vlad was perturbed enough, they would see that, terrible movie or not, he was a force to be reckoned with.

Team #11: Fidget Pond

"Everybody, listen up! Feast your eyes on your leader and the one who'll get us out of this nightmare! The almighty guardian Nimbat, Fidget!" Thus spoke the flying somewhat voluptuous bat-like creature that we all knew and loved.

Below him, a Shi-Tzu in a secretary's outfit, Isabelle, just cleared her throat, shaking like a leaf. "Excuse me...but...I don't mean to be rude...you appear to be sweating...a lot." She pointed at the Nimbat, whom was actually sweating bullets in a panic.

"...so what?! You'd react the same way if some scary dog with night-colored fur ended up whisking you away and force you into some crazy game in which any one of us could die at any minute!"

"I do have experience with painful free-for-alls. If it helps." Isabelle offered, remembering her time at the Smash Tournament. Her place, according to her, was at the mayor's side and maybe continuing that online date with some strange mono-eyed guy named Whirl, but she was no fool when it came to combat. How else do you think she got that invite?

As if that wasn't enough to lift Fidget's spirits (probably wasn't, at first glance), a certain half-genie walked in. Shantae was more ticked than panicked, but she offered them a confident smile. "So, you're a guardian too?" She asked Fidget. "What a coincidence! So am I! Although, I'm probably nowhere near as cute."

Fidget somewhat blushed, but then she narrowed her eyes. "Wait, was that a joke on my height? I've beaten up monsters before, y'know!"

Finally, the last team-member and furry icon of the late 2010s, Judy Hopps, was still in uniform and doing her best to take this all in, her foot thumping on the ground. "Don't panic...remember your training! Just...stick with them and you'll be fine...you'll be fine...you most definitely won't be fine..."

Team #12: Nialis Cainazzo

Alucard glared at the closed doors, his hand tightly around his sword. He could sense darkness all around him, belonging to the demon that had captured the group. A denizen of Hell that proved to have more power than he would have thought. Enough to pick from the multiverse of who shall gamble away his/her/they're lives away.

And worse...he had to work with others. Not that he hated his chosen company. He just never really enjoyed the concept of team-work. "Just stick with me, guys." The ever-confident rich idiot-turned-masterful and enthusiastic fighter, Ken Masters, said, taking it easy as he walked upt the vampire-hybrid with his arms behind his head. "This'll be a piece of-"

WHAM! He was interrupted when the echidna that never chuckles (even though he totally has), Knuckles, slammed his fist into the door. "C'mon! Why isn't this working?! This should solve pretty much all of our problems!"

"Perhaps you shouldn't be betting on the same move all of the time. Never served anybody in the end." A more laid-back yet sinister voice added. The infamous gambler and anti-nihilist, Setzer Gabbiani, mused. "Fate's ultimately the deciding factor of which of us will live and die. I certainly hope we at least get an interesting death."

"Who needs luck when you have skills?" Ken smirked. "Nice outfit, by the way."

"Thank you. It's custom..." The Dandy-gambler replied. "Though, our friend here appears to have more class than all of us."

Alucard said nothing, even ignoring the punches that Knuckles kept trying to unleash upon the hapless door. At the very least, dents were made and Basky would have to pay for repairs.

The Center...

And speaking of which, Basky was back on top of the skull-like platform, wiping sweat from her forehead after all that jumping about. "Whoo! Alright! Recap! Now, I know a few things look off here, but these were photos taken before a few glitches and what-not..."

(The Following Images could not be shown, but at least it allowed for the fic in full to be posted at once~)

PART 2: The Bloodbath

(Special Battle Theme-Sands of Destruction)

Instantly, the boxes shoved out everybody, causing abrupt mayhem to follow. "MOVE OUT!" Ripley shouted, her bio-lights turning red as she prepared to fight her way through. Running through the sudden hail of projectile attacks and what-not, her other teammates followed, trying to lay low. Even Rosemary was suddenly getting the gravity of the situation when one of Acererak's magic missiles flew over her head.

Alucard instantly rushed forth, looking over his back to see how his team was doing. However, while Setzer was sticking close and Ken managed to get to the center, kicking his way past an annoying Veigar, he saw that Knuckles had a bag on him. "Sweet! What do we have here?" The Echidna wondered.

However, Alucard sensed great pain within the bag. Something forbidden and destructive. So, he grabbed the thing as well. "Inadvisable." He stated to the smaller fighter. "We must leave!"

"What gives?! Finders keepers, or whatever they say!" The Echidna retorted before another hand (or claw) grabbed the bag. Fisto's doing.

"Objective: utilize all known items. What has been catalogued as 'lewd' has been detected. My prerogative is pleasure." He stated, pulling on it and causing the bag to start to tear at the seams.

Rosemary, eager to find a distraction from the mayhem, saw what was happening and joined in. "Ooh! What does this ha-"

SPLUUURT!

"Hey, guys! I think I have what we...oh." Ken returned from the chaos at the center, a backpack in his hands (unknowingly filled with hentai), but he returned to see the four of them covered in volcano sauce.

"This is the part where they run away screaming in pain." Setzer smirked, checking an imaginary watch in an almost condescending way.

Sure enough, Knuckles and Rosemary's faces started turning crimson red as jets of fire erupted from their mouths. "HOOOOOOOOOT!" Knuckles cried out as he ran in circles, while Rosemary just screamed and ran off, smoke trailing from her maw.

Alucard just felt mildly inconvenienced, his suit covered in the stuff. "Mission failed. Fleeing now." Fisto stated as he waddled off.

"Yeah, we're leaving now." Ken groaned as the team made off, including the still in-pain echidna.

In the meantime, Mina was looking through the weapon's cache, though she had to admit. She didn't expect the adorable cat-like dark wizard known as Veigar to put up such a fight. Every time he cast a spell, he seemed to be getting stronger. "Okay...I've got my eye on-"

WHAM! "OW!" Samalla cried out as she was punched into a wall. She was alive, but bruised in the face. "Fucking mutt!"

Mina just raised a brow, almost oblivious to everything else. "Who got you?"

"Rrrgh..." Samalla just pointed to CILF, who had done so because she almost got the last Oreo. Don't lie. You've been there. One Oreo left and there will be blood if somebody tries to take it. Still, it was obvious he was so busy doing that, he didn't notice that his leader was working on making the first casualty.

Namely, as Twelve used his Sonic Screwdriver to blow Kael'Thas away into a Box, he didn't notice AILF sneak behind him and suddenly unleash a powerful Fire Blast symbol from his maw and hands, the symbol rushing and incinerating him in an instant. "Level 90, bitch!" He cried out before composing himself and gathering what little supplies he could from the ashes.

Judy was standing right there as the symbol dissipated, blinking. "No, no...focus!" She slapped herself a bit, knowing she was in over her head, but she had to make it! For her friends and family! And yes, the team that she had been saddled with. "Let's do this!" Pumped, she leaped into the fray.

And good thing too. The moment she did that, she had jumped up and stomped on Loona's head, slamming her into the ground and immobilizing her. Looking up, she saw Fidget with a bunch of food and drinks dangling from her tail. "Pick up the slack, bunny! We're on a roll!" The Nimbat shouted.

"I'm not the one with wings, y'know!" Judy regained her spunk a bit as Loona struggled beneath her feet. Not the first canine she had to hold down. "Where are the others?"

As if on cue, Shantae jumped in, landing on Loona's back and causing her to wheeze out in pain. "Hey, guys! Look what I found!" She lifted a sledgehammer in her hands. Easy to lift, but the small hammer at the end had a spike. "Kinda brutal, but it's all I've got."

As she showed it, they were suddenly pushed away, with Loona finally getting free, but the cause of that push, Swain's enlarged demonic claw, took the supplies. "Hey! Fuckface!" She shouted before sensing the sheer amount of demonic energy the sinister man was giving off with a smirk. "Rrrgh...nevermind." She muttered. "Where the hell's my team?! Lazy bastards!"

Kael'Thas used his orbs to keep all at bay as he rejoined Swain. "This is humiliating. I would have preferred that sting at the Nexus compared to this foolery!"

"You do what you must in any given circumstance." Swain simply replied, ignoring the carnage as he kept an eye out for the other two team members. All served a purpose in the game of life he loved to play.

Sure enough, Akrog came rushing in, Sub riding atop him. "Whoooo! Feel the rush!" The masked one shouted, firing his laser rifle everywhere.

"Calm yourself, brittlebone!" Akrog reminded as the team made off into the woods. "We must regroup and prepare!"

That seemed to be the default strategy to anybody that wanted to live, for clarity's sake. Anyway, Veigar was building up his phenomenal evil by casting spells left and right, hoping they would hit. "Enough of this!" He shouted in impatience. "Where are my loyal minions?"

"Here, Master!" River ran up to him, carrying yet another sledgehammer, only it was bigger. "Maybe this will help!"

"Mmmnnn...good. Good to CRUSH those in our way!" Veigar exclaimed while Raptor Jesus returned with some meat in his jaws. "That's our food supply, you robe-wearing ninny! Now, where's that feline?!" He would soon get his answer, as something began to rustle in the bushes. Something quite large and horny.

Ed's team, not including Loona, were still outside of their box, looking upon the mayhem. "Cool..." Ed said in wonder. "The stranded Super Warrior looks upon the demented sight of a thousand souls locked in mortal combat..."

"With all due respect, now's not the time to-" Lilith was interrupted when a set of red lights opened behind them. Before they knew it, that tank from before began to roar to life, volts crackling across it.

Before they could see the end result, a massive purple tentacle grabbed Ed, sending him screaming into the fray. Lilith gasped, but tried to follow, almost ignoring the danger in favor of her innocent-looking companion. It was then that she and a few others got a good look at what was hiding in the woods.

A massive tentacle beast, purple in color and round in body, covered in nothing but large wreathing seemingly endless squid-like limbs, thrashed about, carrying Ed, Ankha, Danny, and even Acererak in its clutches. "Grrragh! The irony and humiliation!" The lich screamed, remembering that one time he let a few breed in his chamber.

"This is NOT cash-money, me-meow!" Ankha struggled, the tentacle around her sucking a bit too hard on her straps. "HEY! Those don't sew overnight!"

"Never thought I'd say this in real life, but I've seen enough hentai to know that we're fucked!" Danny shouted. "GUYS! Help me out!"

Sean bean rushed to there, but he was knocked down by a tentacle more interested in trying to crush him, failing, but still pinning him. Heavy Chonker, for his part, was being looked upon by Samantha. "Umm...remind me why I'm supposed to-GACK!"

"MREOW!" Both of them were suddenly struck by two ballistas installed by Baskerra, but these golden arrows were not meant to kill. But to empower. They fell unconscious, but energy began to ripple through them as the arrows vanished.

Above them, unseen to the normal eye but not to each of them, two spiritual beings formed. For Samantha, there was a muscular mare with a car roof for a back, headlights for eyes, and Ferrari-plated armor around the arms.

*Stand Name: * Old Town Road

*Ability: * Can overcome any known obstacle without stopping, but the user remains perfectly still.

*Destructive Power: * A

*Speed: * B

*Power Persistence: * C

*Precision: * E

*Developmental Potential: * B

As for Heavy Chonker, his Stand looked like a bowling ball, but it was on fire and constantly spinning.

*Stand Name: * Spin Right Round

*Ability: * Can turn the user into a flaming Bowling Ball. Circular patterns are the fastest and can distort the speed of those inside the circle.

*Destructive Power: * B

*Speed: * B

*Power Persistence: * D

*Precision: * C

*Developmental Potential: * C

Wilson, for his part, was severely unlucky. "Just give me a moment, my ally! I just need to-GURK!" He was suddenly pushed to the side by a rushing Arcee and his body just so happened to land on a sickle, the blade bursting from his chest.

Danny groaned, almost submitting to his fate before Acererak just blasted the thing apart with several lightning blasts, causing the tentacles to fall, as well as freeing those trapped...but the creature just reformed again, menacing them once more and screeching at them. Even as Veigar's team joined the fray, more tentacles were emerging.

We'll take you away from them for only a moment, as Candle Jack observed those around him. "Gonna need more rope." He turned to the audience, as well as Jane and the Karen.

"We need a goddamn manager! This is bullshit!" The Karen shouted. "I wanna marry the president!"

"Yeah, fuck you too." Jane muttered, wiping sweat from his forehead before realizing something. "Hey...wasn't that toon supposed to be with us?"

Alas, when the three of them turned back, there was a puddle of acid and a sizzling sombrero sinking into it. Isabelle was standing there in shock, looking at the party popper in her hand. "Um...oops...I see why they banned these." Giving an embarrassed wave to the team, she fled to join her actual team in getting the heck out of here.

Even Jack was a bit shocked by that abrupt death, but then the sound of a bear's roar was heard. "Crud! It's probably that bear that lives in my woods! It wants its money back!" Whatever he meant, he fled into the woods, the grumbling Karen following in close pursuit.

Before Jane could make an exit, Knotz suddenly landed in front of him. "Going somewhere?" He growled with a smirk, his knotted cocks soft, but his claws certainly not. Flames began to build in his mouth.

"And hello, nightmare." Jane remarked before grabbing whatever he could to defend himself. It happened to be a Franklin Badge, which immediately reflected the flames at the dragon. "Nice toy!" He exclaimed as the beast covered his face in shock, giving him a chance to leave.

"Fuckin cheating ass SHIT!" Knotz cursed before calming down. "Where the heck did everybody go? I kinda got soot on my face."

The Shock Master would have done something about that tentacle beast right now, but a cute bunny had caught his attention. As for Taft, he got a good look at Ripley firing lasers from her palms. "Huh. That's something you don't see every day."

"Or any day!" Pete said as he finished cleaning Fisto, the group soon taking their leave.

Despite obviously being uncomfortable with him, Vlad was making his way to the tentacle beast, his powers rising again. Thankfully, the sun was blotted out, so he'd have no problem as he unsheathed his sword. However, he was suddenly bucked in the back by a certain DILF.

ZILF, for that matter. "Alright, ya' wannabe vamp. Show me what you've got." CILF cracked his knuckles, as AILF and CILF were too busy doing their own thing (and Knotz still recovering).

Vlad tilted his head at the horse-man. "Very well, demon." Before he swung, he noticed a strange blue domed figure next to him. The moment he lifted up the base, it suddenly poofed and out came a MASSIVE vampire bat! An assist trophy that actually worked.

"The fuck?! GAAAAH!" ZILF was suddenly pounced by the bat, which tore into his neck and sucked him dry instantly, but not before Vlad took this chance to stab him right through the head, ending his life. The bat vanished after letting out one final primal cry.

Vlad blinked at the sight, still not sure what he just did, before a tentacle crashed in front of him, the tentacle beast getting more and more restless, even as a few combatants began to unleash their all into it.

"We have to help them! Perhaps that way, we can find a compromise to escape this nightmare." Wonder Woman geared up, ready to slice into the beast, before a shadow descended over her. "What in Hera's-"

SMASH! Diana of the Amazons was no more. Why such an abrupt death by a vending machine controlled by Not-Katara? Because that comic where this faker originated was a nonsensical mess, that's why. And what of Carol Danvers? She was busy trying to find SOMETHING of use. All things, she got a flat-screen TV.

"Only one thing to do." The floating one sighed before chucking the TV at the creature, only for it to nearly take of Lilith's head, the Dreamkeeper wondering what to do. After all, she was a healer. Not a fighter. At least, that's what she kept telling herself.

"The fuck are you doing standing there?!" Loona aimed a shotgun at the beast as a swarm of tentacles descended upon them...only for a fusion blast to incinerate the tendrils.

(Foundry Save-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen)

(0:17-0:32)

The cause of that belonged to the smoking barrel of that tank from the first Team Box, the unusual tank seemingly moving on its own as it geared up its treads. "Robot bounty hunter!" Ed exclaimed, even while hanging from a tendril.

"Wait...don't I remember seeing that in a movie? A really shitty one?" Danny shouldn't have been complaining, given the promise of rape.

"Who cares! I want out! Me-meow!" Ankha cried out as Acererak just observed. All this distraction and all he did was plan.

As the tentacle beast roared in anger, the tank surged forth, avoiding several tendril strikes from afar before it drove up a steep hill. And then..." MEGATRON TRANSFORM!"

(0:33-0:53)

As the tank rode up the hill and into the sky, it suddenly transformed rather confusingly into a tree-sized almost demonic-looking machine with a bladed Fusion Cannon for one arm, currently firing upon the hideous beast. Megatron, Emperor of the Decepticons and the Devil of Cybertron, had arrived at last.

The mass of tendrils screeched in pain as shots were fired into it, causing it to drop its victims in the scuffle. The beast's tentacles were sliced off as Megatron advanced, before he dove into the hole he made in the creature, stabbing his blade upwards and digging himself up.

At last, the tentacles went slack as he dug his way up, standing atop the thing triumphantly and growling at all around him.

(0:53-End)

He stood there, reloading his fusion cannon as everybody scrambled to get the heck out of dodge with their teammates. However, some fired back at him, causing him to have to shield himself with his gun-arm. "The Robot Bounty Hunter is...on our side?" Ed wondered.

"Who cares? We have a giant killer robot on our team and that's all we need to know. Now, MOVE IT!" Loona shouted at him and Lilith, before a blast from Acererak and Veigar nearly struck them and the Decepticon.

Growling again in anger and as familiar chanting played, he jumped off the corpse he made. "TRANSFORM!" He shouted, becoming a tank once more and running into his three teammates, ignoring their cries as they clung to his form and he raced off into the distance, even activating his thrusters and flying off the road.

"AND HE CAN FLY TOO! SO THAT'S A PLUS!" Loona shouted as Lilith screamed for her life and Ed's tongue just hung out like a dog's outside of a car window.

Soon...silence reigned over the center, everybody having left. All that was left were the boxes, some supplies, a melted sombrero, a Time Lord's ashes, an impaled scientist, a crushed Amazon, and an anthro Zebra's drained corpse. One that Basky was lifting up over her head.

"Well, waste not, want not. This'll be good on the grill. Anyway, that's only the start! I wonder just how many days they can last without them driving each-other crazy...or being killed...or both. All part of the appeal! STAY TUNED!"