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Welcome to future world. Step into the chamber your future awaits.

my name is GazGamerGirl. My world is the future. My tight fitting special body and the nano receptors the injected into me allow me to live in my world. The day I found the platinum ticket was the last day I lived in the old world. I step into the access chamber and the wires and cables come out connecting to my suit.. and the base of my spine. The jack at the base of my neck is standard nowadays.. all gamers get one. Slowly the old world fades and the door shuts locking me away. For a moment I feel the chamber tilt as they draw it into the core to make room for a new empty one. That fades too. Suddenly I'm in the abyss. I am surrounded with flowing energy that feels warm and calming. The color is blue. I customized it my self. It was my character selection screen. I am one of the few who have two characters. Most would be content with one. For a moment I can't decided. Dark the discarded angel? Destiny the cute but smart cat? I decide on Dark. he will be the best for the battle tournament. I reach out and touch his marker. Swiftly I am sucked downwards.....

Dark Blinked. He had spawned at central stadium. The spawning room was a large rectangular area lined with pads that could be used to teleport into and out of the game. There were several exit doors. He stepped off the spawning platform and made his way through the bustling crowd of strange men women and creatures out to the commons through one of the mechanical doors. The common was a huge inner room were the crowds waited to get into the stadium and the fighters or players were led to the preparation rooms. He looked up to the plated glass ceilings at the pinkish sky. It was about midday. He was just in time. A smile made his mismatched eyes sparkle.

He was a Simi teched splicer. Above his left eye was a band of metal, below it a small triangle of metal. His left eye was red. His right eye gold. Spiky red bangs partially obscured his vision. His hair was red, spiky, and fairly short. Two small spiky black horns grew from his head. His shirt was a strange combination of long sleeve and tee shirt. The left half was a black long sleeve, the right a white tee shirt They were joined by an inch thick zigzag of silver cutting from the right to the left. the back of the shirt had two hole were his small black bird like wings were. The edges of the shirt would expand with them when the came to there full size. on his left arm right below and above the elbow were to silver circular bands. On his right arm was a silver armlet with buttons and a hatch. His personal computer. at his waist was a black belt from witch hung several pouches, a gun holster with gun, and the hilt of a sword. He wore black shorts that cut off at the knees. they were tight at the waist but baggy near the knees and had several pockets. From the knee down he wore black combat boots whose laces were replaced by silver mechanical clasps, and had silver tips.
He began making he way to the combat center to take his place with the fighters.

((every one will start out at the stadium. You can pick to join the fight ((it is a non lethal one not to the "death")) or you can have someother reason to be there. jus so we all are together at the start. Also I chose to write in two styles to show the difference from the real world and the game. You can do so as well or not.))

"Welcome back Joe the gr8" read the screen infront of him as he was logging into his account. "So long world and all your bordem, hello land of colness" Said Joe as he was preparing to enter the gaming world. IT was the most kcik butt expereince he had ever had happen to him...A platinum Card that wasa gift to him by his uncle that never visits him gave it to him for his birthday. Slowly as the logging in was being done, the gaming world came to life right before him and his body began to change from flesh to metal from bone to titanium and coils and chips. He spoke in a weird scratchy voice that sounded similar but with en electric tone to it.

"welcom back Renz did you have a coma or something it's been 2 days" Came a familiar voice. It was Sion the talking sword (cheesy name on purpose) that he had made up along with his character for company.

"any news from this side" Joe who was now renzohkuken asked

"Just that there's a fight down town and some one has a job offering for you about that very same fight"
Replied Sion

"really let me check" Renzohkuken said and put on his personal computer which were blue smooth sunglasses. words flashed across the screen about the job....it read

"Please defeat my friend in battle at the tournement, he thinks he's the greatest and keeps shoving and bossing people around".

joe removed the sunglasses "alright now how do we get there" Joe asked Sion

"Well yout already there...gosh your so unobservitive"

Joe looked around and saw a huge door and entered and found himself in the middle of the crowd rushing into Stands

Joe looked around with one eyebrow raised "you have to stop doing this to me, I know you can get me places but do you have to do this, rememrb the last time you did that" Joe said to Sion

"Hey" Sion yelled "How was I suppose to know lava was involved".

((can't post again too late but the prize is any level 1 class weapon ((worth 500,000 data chips)) of your choice, ((1 chip is 1 dollar and about as hard to get as in the real world)) and a limited power modifier one time use. you would get a new power. 2 prize is 20,000 data chips, and a power modifier. Third prize is 5000 data chips. I know it seems strange but there are a lot of fighters in the torny.))

Sean had spent the last 15 hours in the game. In thsoe 15 hours he hacked himself 17,000 credits and helped to kill a character. He felt no guilt, even though he had just ended a life. He saw it as such "If they can't defend themselves against me, they're just like ants. And no one feels bad stepping on an ant." Now he walked into the stadium, it was an open area, filled with player characters and NPCs alike. Michael grinned, in Sean's mind the line between the two entities had long since been blurred and obliterated. He rarely ever left his room, in which he had stocked all his gaming equipment. Very few people had their own game facility, in fact he was fairly sure that he was the only one. His parent's didn't care, every hour he spent in there was one less hour he bothered them. Michael's cold, steel pole shone in the cheap, flourescent lighting of the inner buildings of the stadium. He looked side to side and sneered at his "peers". Most of these people were seasoned gamers, but he was yet again fairly sure that none of them could hack like he could. Slowly he reached down to the sides of his belt and slipped his hands into fingerless, black, leather gloves. "Trash." He muttered as he walked by each and every combatant. Most of these people had taken on non-human forms and used non-realistic weapons. This took away from the value of the game in his mind. "May each of you slime find your way to cyber hell." He blinked and sat down in a chair. He waited for the announcer to begin the bouts. he licked his lips, the sensation was replicated, it was as though he felt his toungue swipe across his own lips in reality. "This game is getting to real for it's own good." He closed his eyes and threw his head back. "Let's get this show on the road so I can collect some fucking credits."

((Btw I don't know what currency is used so I'm just throwing credits out there. If that's wrong I'll be happy to change.))

"Alright well first things first, we some how have to participate and get into the fighitng area" Joe said

"IT's alright" Sion began "I already entered you while you were gone"

Joe gave the angriest face ever "dammit I hate when you do things behind my back" He yelled at the weapon

"Hey you should be thanking me for all the crap I've done for you...rememer the time you needed to get to the dragon cave to save that little girl which led to that 10,000 credit reward" Sion gloated about his past helping aids

"yeah but"

"And the time I got you that boat we needed to get to the sunken ship where you found that need looking hat you sold for 5000 credits" Sion went on and on.

"Alright you made your point just let me know next time" Joe grumbled. A ringing came from the sunglasses. He put them on and it was another mission for something else. Joe had established himself in this world as one of the best merc's to ever walk the plain, but still ranks number 9 overall, but he still strived to be number 1.

"I'll put this one aside for now till I finish this one" And began to walk to the fighting dugout where the contenders waited to be summoned to fight.

((Data chips are the currency also Joe the game world is a giant city the size of texas.... I guess there could be an indoor ocean but.. It's a sci fi game so unless it was a mechanical or part cyborg dragon, and no one has seen the actualy ground of the city for years so a cave would be hard to find.))
Dark stepped up to the ticket window.
"I'm here for the fight." He stated calmly. The robot behind the window verified his id by sending a prompt to his personal comp.
"confirmed enter the gate way all the way to you left. The red arrows will point the way once you enter." Dark nodded and found the correct hallway. The crowd thinned as the participants were sorted from the spectators. He took a seat in a room he was then escorted to. he wondered who would be in his section.

Suki enter the game hurriedly. Her uncle's lover would be there any minute now, and he loved to annoy her! "YuhikonoMiharaYuki welcome back!" The sign in screen read, and she smiled, as the real world left her.

"Shinya!" The rough voice of Daishi called. "You have come back! I missed yoooou!" Daishi was a young gyrphin. She loved her gryphin to death, but he could be so young at times.

"Yes, Daishi. Now, we are at the stadium to watch a tournament. Please try and not cause any attention to us." ShinyaNatsuki said, with an adult tone. The gryphin smiled only as a gryphin can.

Then, like the child he was, Daishi dashed into the stadium stands, with Shinya following behind him, very, very embarressed. She appologized to a sweets stands, for it seems that her pet has a tooth for sweets. And he took off with the stand. The stand owner found it amusing.

She had also appologized to a foods stand. But luckily, Daishi did not take off with it. This owner, did not find Daishi amusing.

After getting a grip on to the feathery child, she dragged him to a corner, and snapped a leash onto his collar. "If you don't behave yourself Daishi, I'll send you home." Daishi hung his head, and muttered appologies.

Jarez had been logged in for awhile now. The stadium was a grand place, and the tournament made him nervous. Still, he decided to join. He did doubt he could win, but either way, it would be worth the excitement. For, that is the reason he played the game in the first place.
He went up to the booth, and with dignity stated,

I would like to participate.

The directions were given, and he was on his way.
This could probably qualify as the most exciting thing he had done so far on the game, but it didn't feel that way.
Walking slowly and cautiously, he approached Dark with a smile.

I'm Jarez, are you going to fight also?

His hands hung in his pockets, and his cat-like pupils shined in the dim light.
He was ready..

A stranger aproached him and introduced himself. "hey there my name is Dark. you ready to battle?" Because they started out in the same room, the red room, they would not fight each other at first. They would fight the members of the black room. "i know i am." dark grinned showing a hint of fang. He was preparing himself to shift to battle mode.

This is the first real tournament I've ever been in, but yeah, I'm ready.

He shivered slightly, then sat.

((Sorry, i really have no more to post at the moment, please forgive me.))

Joe followed the red lines as the areana employee instructed him to. "oh man, how many people are going to be fighting in this thing, I hope it's not to many cause I brusie easily" Complained Sion

"Shut up your a sword you don't get bruises" Joe shot back

"Hey sword have feelings to you know......well okay just me" Sion finished.

Joe and Sion walked to where they finnally got to his destination and found there weren't that many people around, just a lot of fighters and and some people wanting autographs that shouldn't be there. Joe rested against the wall and waited to be called for the fight "I think I'll just take a nice nap"

( Heather, i dont know if you want me in this or not or if im even allowed, so im going to post this nonetheless and if you dont want me in ask one of the mods to simply delete it and i will go along on my way)

Pat who had already logged into his account earlier had the same welcome saying repeating in his head over and over "Welcome back Pateriach, there is to be a battle tournament down town. Hurry on down and sign-up to particpate. Credits are on the line"

Pateriach had been in the game the past 6 hours and had accumulated 10,000 credits. Pateriach had been on a mission hunting evil clan of cyber robots, and had ended up being led into a cave. Pateriach who was following the retreating robots based solely on sound had stopped to take a break when he stumbled along a rather large blue ruby that gave him 4000 credits. Happy enough with that he had intentions to forget about the robots for now and head down to the battle but he had yet to leave at the time. Later on when Pateriach caught up with the robots he fought so courageously and tanaiously that Pateriach made it to the leader of the clan and ended up killing him causing the robots to disperse in utter chaos. Pateriach had received 6000 for his great battle with evil.

Pateriach at the current time was thinking about his day and the credits he had unexpectedly won, as he headed on down to the tournement. Pateriach had arrived just in time and walked up to the sign up both. "I would like to sign up please, im ready and rearing to go." Pateriach's double-edged sword shined with a little sparkle to it. Pat was given the information he needed and was confirmed. " Thank-you, ill be on my way now" Pat said with a evil twinkle in his eye.

Pat continued on down to the fighting dug-out where he would wait to be summoned for battle. Along the way Pat passed Joe. "Hey you look awfully familiar. Do i know you from somewhere? Well even if i dont, be prepared for a tough rumble. I dont like the looks of you or your type with their stupid talking devices and im ready to get it on" Pat just gave Joe an evil glare and continued to his spot in the dugout.

Pat was filled with energy and busting to get into the action, credits meant everything to Pat and that was all he was thinking about. Aside from desimating his opponents. " I can do this...I have to do this...Im the mighty warrior Pat...Do any on you dare defie me!!" Pat yelled as he sat and continued his wait.

John sat in silence, waiting for the tourney to start. Perhaps he would walk away from this one, perhaps he wouldn't. He really didn't care, the whole world was insane anyway. He reached into his black trenchcoat and drew a .50 cal desert eagle and cocked it. another combatant came up to him.
"Heh, you honestly you think you can beat someone with a XR347 Trilaser with THAT relic?" The man laughed, a gigantic gun in his hand. He was a foot away from John, simple physics, John's gun was more maneuverable, the guyw ould never know what hit him. after looking aroun discreetly, seeing no witesses, John spun, pointed, and fired, the blowback amazingly heavy, as if he had shot a cannon. The man's armor made no difference, it had been meant to stop lasers, not slug throwers, especially not something so large as his. The man died as he fell.
"Guess this relic can kill you just as good as that piece of scrap." John said as he trudged away.

JOe just Raised an eye brow at the man with the Steaming anger. What did he mean by he might have known me, I'm not sure....face doesn't ring a bell anywhere, maybe in the real life. Joe felt the need to stretch befor the match to loosen himself up a little, don't wanna be cramped up during the match, cause that culd lead to only bad things. JOe Crouched down on one leg and extended the other to stretch the hamstrings, next the back, then the neck and he worked his way down loosening every bone and muscle in his robot body of his.

"Why do you need to stretch....YOUR A ROBOT" Sion buzzed

"Hey though I am a robot I still have a human body in the real world, so it makes me feel good" Joe said wiggling his fingers.

Pateriach had noticed that Joe who was opposite him was once again talking to his sword and streching. Pat glared at him again, and just stared with utter disgust. Something about Joe angered Pat deep down inside. Pat knew that he knew him from somewhere, somehow and it wasnt a happy memory. The sight alone of Joe made Pat sick to his stomach. Pat wasnt sure what it was but he did know for sure that he was going to have to take it to Joe like there was no tomorrow.

Pat looked at Joe who was still stretching every part of his body and yelled " Hey Joe, stop wasting your time, you dont need to be that loose, by the time we meet ill tear threw you so fast that you wont even know what happened." Pat paused for a moment and thought about his feelings that he had just experienced why looking at him and started again. " I know that we are aquaintices, maybe in our past at a younger age. Nonetheless i cant help but form an angry expression on my face when i noticed you in the pit preparing for battle. If you have any guts i dare you to challenge me first and battle Pateriach the Mighty Warrior.!!"

Pat gave a wicked and twisted evil smile to Joe and than sat back in his spot. He, too, thought about stretching and than decided against it when he realized that with his body that was unnecessary. Pat was ready and prepared for anything at any moment. Always on top of his feet and noticing all that his going on.

Pat turned on his personal computer and signed in. A memo appeared on the screen. " Dear Pateriach, this memo is hear to just confirm you that you are an entrant in this tournament and that you should begin to prepare" Pat's face turned red, as if he didnt know this already and turned down and looked at his gleaming double-edged sword. He slowly moved his finger along it as he began to picture the destruction of his soon to be enemies.

Dark shrugged. "eh one is pretty much like the rest." He looked over to where two of the other competitors were arguing. At least one of them looked like he was preparing for the upcoming fights. Dark grinned, knowing that his preparations would be done just as the battle started. That was an advantage of being a splicer. He quickly brought up the programs in his personal comp. They were now a touch away from activation.

Pat who has been transfixed in a stare at his weapon broke the solid daze and got back to buisness. He knew that it was only a matter of moments before the fighting would begin and he, as he said before, was not going to be one to be got off guard. Pat had done all the prepartions he had needed already and it was all mental. His physical body and power were no contest and to be questioned by no one. Pats apperence along granted him this right.

Pat stood up and walked past Joe, Joe was still in the mist of his stretching and Pat just gave him a dirty look and yelled " Prepare all you want fool but by the time you get to my level you will already have been diced and sliced into various pieces of shark meat. I will defeat you if our fates are to be played out to the point that our destinys await eachother in the battle ring". Pat not expecting much of a response or one that he felt would even be worthy of listening to because he knew deep down that it wouldnt matter, continued on past him to the person he was really looking for.

"Dark...It's about time that we come face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye. Ive heard many a tale about you and your victories in the past and i must say that is respectable....However! I DONT RESPECT ANYONE. Im just letting you know this once and once is all you will hear this, so remember it well, replay it over and over in your brain, let the ringing of my words linger in your ear....Im not afraid of you. You do not imitate me and your advantages of being a splicer is nothing that my double-edged sword couldnt handle. Be prepared for major trouble if you happen to stumble along my path. Otherwise, stepaside boy."

Pat got up and left dark than and continued on down the line of contestants imposing on them as much fear as he could and sometimes nothing at all. All he was hoping for was some serious fighting, a good time, credits, and for it all to actually get underway.

Together Shinya and Daishi found seats, where people didn't mind the gryphin at all. Daishi laid beside Shinya, his head rested in her lap.

"When will it start?" He asked childishly, and Shinya shrugged. "I'm not sure. Soon, the stands are beginning to crowd up." The gryphrin raised hi head, and carefully fixed a curl of Shinya's hair with his beak.

"It was curling the other way!" He explained. Daishi loved Shinya's hair. It was always pulled up in some cute fashin, and it always curled. Today it had a white ponytail holding it in a ponytail, and the hair had ben pulled into a bun and the hair that did not make it into the ponytail curled.

But Daishi hated it when one curl was backwards. Shinya petted the gryphin. "Shinya!" The gryphin then whined.

"What?"

"I'm hungry!" Shinya glared at him.

"You stole a whole sweets stand." She said, icily. The gryphin hung his head, and actually looked ashamed.

Dark grinned from ear to ear all fangs. He smilled at how pat had adressed him. "I don't respect those who don't respect me. besides I fight to win not to play word games ... and your not the only one with a sword. Cool your jets we don't even fight each other in the first round. Save your aggression for where it belongs." Just then a voice over the loud speaker boomed it's message. "Will the fighters in the red room and black room report to the battle field. Your numbers have already been sent to your personal computers. Dark examined his comp for a moment. "hmm seems like I'm number three. Good luck then, Jarez pat. "he nodded to each and then walked down the hall following the new set of red arrows out on to the field. There were ten circles, each a good distance wide, each having it's own perk. his circle number 3 was the rock circle. It was to his advantage. The stands were packed with cheering fans as the fighters walked out into the field. He removed the sword less hilt from his belt and gripped it tightly. The adrenaline was already pumping.

Daishi jumped, rearing his head back and shouted "it's begun, it's begun!" Shinya claped politely as the gryphin bounced happily. "Sit dow, Daishi." The gryphin obeyed.

Shinya continued to clap for a second, and then stopped. "This ought to be good." She said, and thr gryphin nodded, before resting his head on the girl's lap again.

Michael ahd registered and was sitting in the black room quietly. he was more than prepared to take out anyone who tried to stand in his way. He licked his lips again, and again felt the sensation in reality. "This is getting disturbing." He cracked his neck and stood up when the announcment screeched out. The P.A in the balck room must've been on the fritz because the feedback was tremendous. He pointed his laser pointer at the ground and pressed the button, his number shone out once he scrolled through the menu and found his memo. "Hmph. lucky me. I got number 13." He proceeded to his "circle" it seemed to be a water circle. "What's with the elemntal symbols?" He hadn't prepared himself for the details of this tournament because they were largely unimportant. "Oh well"


((Heather, could you explain to me what the elements in the circles are? Do they signify like a room where the combatants are to fight?))

((no problem. The arena is set up in a rectangle and contains 15 circles. 15 in each room. Each circle has an edge of stone that is the boundary for the fight. The circles are basically something like from YuYu in size. Each circle has an element. That means something like a fire circle would be really hot and have a floor of magma. It would have round spaces to stand on of course. The water would be similar: mostly water with a few dry spots. At least that's how it works in my mind. If you have something else in mind go for it.))

Joe placed his sunglasses on "cool, number 8 is what I am" Joe grinned happily. "well what about that guy who was yelling at you, what about him aren't you the least bit worried" Sion droned on and on about Pat.

"hey cool it would ja I'll kick his butt 14 ways to easter...after all...what's my name" Joe gloated

"I don't wanna say it" Sion negletcted to comply

"say it'

"no"

"do it"

"*sigh*......joe the gr8" Sion gave in

"damn stright I am, now what in amazement as I clean house and show everyone who's boss around here". Joe strutted out of the balck room where he was waiting and into the areana shoving and being shoved by other competetors sizing eachother up before the match. "hey Sion check it out...it's a gravity circle" JOe pointed "I don't like the looks of this...you could loose you know". "bah" joe answered back

((I really hate saying this, but I'm gonna have to drop out. I now really see how hard it is to keep up with so many RPG's. Heather, I enjoyed the idea, and had high hopes, but it's just a matter of what i'm farther into and not. Sorry again.))

((s'okay))

The robotic judges, one for each circle were teleported to their positions on the side of their circles. In one voice they cried "contestants step in to the ring and draw your weapons!"
Dark followed their orders and stepped onto the jagged uneven rocky turf of his circle. With a whoosh his green with blue edges sword sprang into being. He activated the programs coded into his body. He felt the rush as the nanobots began altering his appearance in a rush. His wings once the size of a hawks grew large. They shifted into the correct proportions to lift his weight. His body it's self altered, becoming lighter as mass was shifted into his wings away from his bones and mussels. He was still strong but he would more easily brake bones. That was the reason for his boots in truth. They lent the needed punch to his attacks.
He touched his shoulder and the two metal rings above and below his elbows hummed to life. They projected a blue energy shield in a half oval the size of a standard medieval long shield. The horns on his head grew larger and his fangs lengthened. They grew to the point where even when he closed his mouth the tips were more then visible.

Joe Stepped up upon the platform of the gravity field and fouind out why it was called the gravity field. His body and everything else seemed alot heavier as if rocks had been chained o his arms and legs. "woah there" Joe exclaimed almost tripping on the ground. "Renz you better be carefull one fall and you might not get up" Sion warned.

joe countered "yeah yea just shut your trap, I'llbe fine"

Pat had been in a mental state of concentration while in preparation for battle and had not noticed the calling to the ring. However when he regained the sense of reality he found that he had drawn number 6. " Yes. That cant be a bad number. Actually NO NUMBER IS BAD when your The Mighty Warrior Pat. I shall defeat all in my path"

Pat stood up, stretched for a real quick brief moment and headed out to the battle ring. When Pat finally approached it he noticed that most of the combatants had already arrived, weapons out. Such included, Dark, Joe, and Sean.

Pat went to where he had been instructed to go and all the way over gave all his soon to be opponents evil glares that if he was them knew had to have caused a shiver to run through their bodies. Pat noticed that Joe was still talking to his Sword and that Dark had drew his weapon. Joe as usually was still talking to the blade. A thing that Pat just couldnt stand.

" He dont bother wasting your time with any advice from that hunk of tin, if our fates are meant to inter-twine you can rest assured that you will be desimated. MuaahhMuahh."

Pat walked to his spot and looked at his blade. The silver of it shimmering and sparkling and the blades so sharp he dare not even touch them at this point. Pat stared at its raw power and killing ability and was in a daze when he finally in a loud battle scream "RRAAGGAAAHHHHUUGGGGAAA" drew it from its sheath and stood in stance ready for action.

"who the hell is that guy?" Asked joe to Sion

"I have no idea.....lets beat him up later on" sion suggested

"okay" and joe agreed

joe reached from behind and picked up Sion by the golden hilt, using much force cause of the gravity situation. He drew Sion out of his carrying case, (Sion doesn't like sheathes) and held him up high. Joe almost lost his balance but quickly recovered his footing. "hey easy will ya" Sion barked. "okay okay just calm down you, don't worry you won't feel a thing" joe assured Sion "I better not or I'll beat you"

So well-balanced, Pat at first hadent even realize the gravity effect until a moment ago when he was slightly pulled forward. Pat wasnt sure who he was going to fight but obviously from over hearing Joe and His Tin it wasnt going to be them quite yet. Or maybe it ought to be but they just be too afraid. None the less it is was it is and thats all that is.

Pat saw that it was a case that Joe took the sword out of and near collapsed from laughter. "Is this fighter for real, doesnt he know of sheathes. I dont care if you like them or not you use them. The inexperience i think is coming out. Man!!"

Pat waited for battle.

((Every one has their own ring with an opponent in a different room there are 15 rings in total. Each has it's own element. You are not fighting the rest of us pat. Not at this point))

John stepped out into the cold field. It was almost freezing, and would continue to drop and become even more debilitating. His opponent stood there, though in the snow he couldn't make out the slightest details about him. He took a chilly breath, watched the mist as he exhaled, and readied for battle.

Pat stood on the gravity field and was so balanced and with his counteracting magnets on his body he was well and dandy on the field. Pat stood there when he saw a 6"4" 250 pound smelly, sweating, grogily, giant man coming walking on the field his size along causing the gravity to have no effect. It was disturbing

"Its going to be a hard and brutal fight but one that i shall win. Be prepared to eat scum you large piece of fish bait.....RRRAGGGUUUHHHHHHUUUGGGGAAAA!!!!"

Michael closed his eyes and stepped on the circle. he suddenly found himself in a large room, 70 percent of which was covered by water. He stood on a small, tiled outpost, the likes of which were scattered about the room. The pillar of white stone stemmed from the floor of the arena and reached up to the surface. Across the arena his opponent stood on another pillar. His opponent was a hulking form that heaved up and down with each breath. "God damn people taking unrealistic forms." He recognized the man across the way as a large minotauresque figure. He twirled the pole above his head and placed it behind his back. "ARE WE GONNA FIGHT OR WHAT!?!?!" he called out to taunt his opponent.

While joe was still struggling, his opponenet had already walked into the arena. This guy stood at 4 feet tall and was very skiny, but was able to resist the gravity field as if where nothing as if it had no effect on him. Joe was still struggling to hold up his weapon. The skinny advasary was closing in very slowly with a knife in hand. Joe was almost defensless against this guy. The guy was about 4 feet ahead of him now with an angry look in his eye and the shiny metal knife held up in the air ready to go deep into Joe.

"aaahhhh" Joe screamed as in one big rush of power held up the sword over his head. "wwwoooooaaaahhhh" Sion wailed out "Renz look out here he comes and there he is.....WITH A KNIFE IN HIS HAND". In a quick downwerd attack, Joe swung the blade down vertically letting gravity do all the work and split the other guy stright down the middle and flung him back out of the ring unconscience. "wow.......did you see that.....WE WON?" Sion expressed his confused joy.

"I didn't mean to do that" Joe sulked.

The great big man charged Pat and Pat stood their awaiting the beast. The man was slow though and when he approached Pat, Pat simply sidestepped and with a slice of his sword sliced off the man's shorts revealing his lower extremities. The fight out of his mind and the embarrassment too much to bare the big galut ran off the field in shame.

" Well god damn who'd have thought he'd be so embarrassed by that. I mean by the way he came out here you think he had no inabitions at all. Well this sucks i didnt get to tear his inards out. I guess ill just have to wait to next time....NONETHELESS I AM VICTORIOUS FOR I AM THE MIGHTY WARRIOR PAT THE RULER OF ALL..........RRRAAAGGGGUUUHHHHUUUGGGAAAAA!!!!!....."

His opponent was a Green lizard splicer. A permanent splicer. His skin was covered in green scales, visible because he wore no shirt. His head was elongated, and his mouth full of teeth that dripped venom. He wore no shoes so he could make use of his long hind claws. He did ware shorts, dark thanked god for that. In his thick clawed hands he wielded a battle ax. Dark flung himself into the air gaining height until his opponent was far below him. He had the advantage. He then dived downwards swinging his sword in an arc towards his opponent. In a surprise move his enemy leaped up to meet him swinging the ax their weapons met, the energy sword not quite enough to chop through the ax they finally broke apart. Dark swung again and again getting in a few hits, and blocking most of his opponents attacks with his shield. They exchanged such blows for a while in the same manner. Finally Dark was getting desperate. He couldn't fly forever. He dove again pulling his wings tight. As his foe lept up to meet him, he snapped them open. His opponent couldn't stay in the air and he dove again slicing at his opponent back. The scales offered some resistance but soon parted. He landed with his boots on his dead opponents back. He switched of his sword and shield and put in the reversal codes.

The round started, and John wasted no time. He dove to the floor, and a blast of heat flew over him. He let off two shots in his opponents direction. Then he ran, dodging as his opponent, now obscured by the artificial snow, continued the assault. John fell against the wall, aimed, and fired twice more. He heard his opponent yell once, and fired agin, but heared nothing. He got up and was going to check on the man when a blast of fire nearly incinerated him, so he was still alive. John fell back into the wall, and then noticed that his ahnd was no longer in view. It was another miracle, another physically impossible aspect of the world he lived in. He quickly threw himself inside the wall, and, sure enough, could see out, like a one way mirror. Outside, his opponent was now stalking the arena, looking for John. John took aim, found his target and squeezed off a single shot. It was all he neaded. The magnum round splattered his opponent's head on the ground. John let out a breath in relief, he had won. He would live to fight another day.

For each win, Shinya clapped politly. Daishi snaped his beak loudly. "Stop that." Shina told him, and he sulked for a second. "This is so fun!" The gryphin said, happily. "Why didn't you enter?"

Shinya shurgged and went back to watching the tournament.

not a real post ( heather, since we all obviously made are selves win and win quickly i think its clear we want to fight each other, is that possible?)

((yep next round will be the melee))