r/whowouldwin • u/mrcelophane • Dec 01 '16
Special Character Scramble VII NPC Round: Signed in Blood
The Character Scramble is a bloodmatch tournament where people compete to analyze unique matchups and scenarios and write the best story they can. At the beginning, everyone submits characters that meet the guidelines, then those characters are randomized and distributed evenly. From then on, each week there's a new writing prompt for everyone to follow. At the end of the week, everyone votes for who they think should advance, until we have our winner at the end. The winner at the end of the tournament gets to choose the theme, tier, and rules of the next scramble, along with a nice custom flair as their reward. The current theme is based on the Wii game MadWorld, and the current tier is 3/10 Spider-Man with no Spider-sense to 7/10 Spider-Man with Spider-sense.
Without further ado, here we go!
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Twenty-four hours ago, a looming dread descended on Varrigan City. With the exits from the island city blocked off or destroyed, the phone lines and cell towers cut, and internet access restricted to the city itself and no further, the citizens of Varrigan City were issued an ultimatum, the one twisted rule of DeathWatch: kill or be killed. With a deadly nerve gas spread throughout the city, the civilians and criminals alike could only save themselves by taking a life to earn the antidote.
The slaughter defied numbers, and it was just the beginning. Twenty-four hours after it had began, civilization itself had already collapsed as self-preservation set in. That was when the strangers began to appear. Here and there throughout the city, people from strange worlds with magic and technology that shouldn’t exist began to appear, joining the fray as if it was their goal all along. With new arrivals came new bloodshed, with new bloodshed came new interest, and with new interest came new investments. And the Black Baron wasn’t about to turn down new investments.
At the Baron’s instruction, your sponsor set out like many others to dredge up talent to highlight on the show, offering them assistance and tools in the hopes that prolonging their lives would boost ratings. Your sponsor took a look at their options and decided that the best possible course of action would be to find a good location and let the prospects come to them, which led them to occupy an alley somewhere in the downtown area. At first, the prospects were hardly worth their time- a guy with a baseball bat here, a girl with a bunch of cats there, but soon they started to see real potential.
The situation escalated quickly shortly after a man with a robotic arm took down the top contender in a single punch. As he prepared to gather up the earpiece your sponsor had left for the best prospect, another person showed themselves to contend for the sponsorship… your Mystic. The fight between these two immediately whipped itself into a fervor had barely begun when your Brawn arrived, drawn in by the clamor of combat. Sometime in the three-way melee the man with the robotic arm fell, leaving your Brawn and Mystic in a heated battle. At the rate this was going, only one of them was going to walk out of the alley alive.
That’s when your Sponsor realized that the Black Baron never explicitly told them they could only have one sponsorship...
Normal Rules
Character Select: Look at all these obscure characters in the scramble! Give a brief summary of your characters in your post. Be sure to mention things like powers, personality, weaknesses, just stuff that the average reader should know before reading.
A Winner Is You: This Scramble is based on a game, and in the end the player always wins the game. This time the player is you, champ! That means that when your write your story, your team always comes out victorious. Even if the odds of you winning are 1 in 100, explain those odds in the analysis and then show us that 1 miracle run.
Looting Disabled: Characters are assumed to be at the same power level they started the tournament at at all times. To clarify, this means you would not be able to loot Jack of his sweet chainsaw arm if you beat him in a previous round, or otherwise gain a competitive advantage based on anything that happened in a previous round. This is to aid your opponent in research of your character.
Due Date: Wednesday, December 7th. Keep in mind that while this is a warmup round, failing to participate will still get you kicked out. It’s highly recommended that you put your best foot forward, but don’t take it too seriously- we’re just getting started!
Round Specific Rules
Round Goal: Holla Holla Get Dollas. Your fighters are interested in getting a sponsorship, and your sponsor is interested in getting fighters that aren’t shitty mooks.
Environment: An alleyway in Downtown Varrigan City. If you’re one of the lucky guys that got a giant monster, it’s a really big alleyway. The only major features are an open court dominated by a large screen hung on one wall above a sign reading “WELCOME CONTENDERS”.
Mook Type: This is just the first round. No mooks just yet.
Flavor Rules
Announcers: DeathWatch is a show broadcast for the entertainment of millions, and as such comes with play-by-play commentary provided by a team typically consisting of Howard “Buckshot” Holmes and Kreese Kreeley. However, you’re free to use any announcers you’d like, or not use any at all.
The Lone-est Wolf: Do your team members even get along? Do they need to? I mean, I don’t recall the Black Baron ever saying this was a team competition. Regardless, this is the Scramble, and the Scramble involves teams. Can your sponsor get the fighters to work together, or are they going to sponsor each fighter individually and hope they don’t murder each other?
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u/[deleted] Dec 06 '16 edited Dec 08 '16
Chapter 1: The Sponsorship
“Alright my pimps and players! Now as y'all know by now, I’ve gathered all you eggheads and geniuses from across the universes to be Sponsors for my new series of DeathWatch. Now what does a Sponsor need to do? Simple, just give your fighters leadership, guidance, support, any damn thing they need to ensure that they win. Now I know what y'all are thinking: what fighter mofo? Now here’s the fun part…”
Dr Elliott Grosvenor stood amongst the crowd of so-called sponsors, paying keen attention to the man who called himself the Black Baron. Foul-mouth as he was, Grosvenor knew it was vital to pick up any information he was going to give the Sponsors.
“If you look right here on this screen, you’ll see the dilapidated shithole known as Varrigan City,” the Black Baron gestured over to the large screen with a rundown smoking block of buildings on it, “I’ve put that place on lockdown for 24 hours and those motherfuckers down there have been going crazy right now!”
As he spoke, the screen cut between various scenes of people engaging each other in insanely violent fights.
“Why are they fighting? Well that’s cos I told them the only way out is to get a Sponsor, which is you guys. So your task for now is to find yourselves some strong ass fighters and take them in. Don’t worry though, y'all won’t need to head down to that bum town with the rabble. I got the state of the art shit that will let you communicate and send shit down to them easy as pie. Now just a friendly piece of advice, y'all are gonna want to pick some strong fighters. Cos DeathWatch ain’t just a fancy name; motherfuckas gonna fight and die out there. Questions?”
Following the Baron’s ccolorful introduction to DeathWatch, the Sponsors were ushered into their respective individual booths. Grosvenor inspected the booth before entering. It looked fairly Spartan, just a smooth dashboard in front of him. However as he stepped in front of it the dashboard lit up with an array of lights and buttons, and holographic screens came to life in front of his face. The screens projected various scenes from Varrigan City below. Plenty of carnage and destruction as the frightened denizens fought for their survival. Grosvenor quickly got to work familarising himself with the workspace.
The controls were intuitive enough and allowed to cycle through various points around the city. He also found a locker which to his surprise contained various pieces of equipment from his spaceship The Space Beagle. Besides the locker there was also a large metallic box nestled into the floor. It appeared capable of storing many items, though it seemed odd that the box would be required when there was also a locker. He fiddled around with the controls, and eventually activated a button which sucked the box into the ground. Moments later, he saw the same box flash across the screen as it appeared to fall from the sky and landed within the camera’s view. The box attracted several biker gang-looking people armed with spiked bats. They forced open the box, only to find that it was empty. Their faces were a mix of dejection and rage, though that didn’t last long as their position in the open lead to them being mowed down by a maniac with a minigun passing by.
Grosvenor stroked his chin as he observed this. This was obviously the best way for him to reach down and handpick a strong fighter. He once again delved into the controls as he analysed the situation. The city had devolved into a state of chaos, with fights occurring whenever two parties crossed paths. The open areas where no good; anyone foolhardy enough to approach the box would be dead in seconds. He couldn’t place it too inconspicuously either; he wanted strong fighters to fight over it, not just have some random street punk chance upon it. He eventually found a fairly sheltered alley that seemed to have sufficient traffic around it. He carefully loaded another box with an audio broadcaster and some of the earpieces the Baron had provided, then launched it down to the city.
The box landed safely in the middle of the alley. As the dust settled around it, a weathered old man with a fire axe peeked out from a nearby window. He spotted the box and scrambled over to it. Using his axe, he pried open the box to reveal its contents.
“Hot dang! Looks like I’ve hit the jackpot-AAAARGHHHH!”
The man’s sentence was cut short as he was ripped in half from behind by a man with a massive chainsaw for an arm. The newcomer, Jack Cayman, tossed the body aside and strode up to the box. Just as he reached in to pick up the earpiece, he heard someone call out from the end of the alleyway.
“Hold it right there!” It was a teenage boy who had spoken. “If you think you’re getting that box that easily you must be as dumb as you look.”
Jack smirked and replied, “Well what are you gonna do about it kid?”
The boy, Bakugou Katsuki, simply raised one arm, and in an instant blasted Jack backwards towards the wall. Jack picked himself up, and charged forward at Katsuki, chainsaw blaring.
Grosvenor smiled to himself as he saw this. Whoever won this fight would be a fine candidate for his sponsorship.