r/whowouldwin • u/Cleverly_Clearly • Jul 08 '17
Special Character Scramble Season VIII Round 2B: Dinner Bell
The Character Scramble is a writing prompt tournament where people compete to 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 Part 6 of the Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure manga, and the tier is 2-8/10 against Captain America or Batman.
Without further ado, here we go!
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It’s dinner time in the prison schedule. The many inmates of Green Dolphin Street shuffle towards the canteen to fill their stomachs. But they’re in for a surprise. Your team needs to build up their rep among the other prisoners if they’re going to stand a chance in this prison, and an easy way to do that would be cooking up something tasty for them. So your team signs up for the kitchen’s prison labor program and heads down to the kitchen thirty minutes before dinner to fix up some grub for the inmates.
However, you aren’t the only prisoners in the kitchen tonight. Four other convicts are cooking right alongside you. Not working alongside you, no- they’re cooking something entirely separate. And they won’t let you help them or help you with your meals. What do they think this is, a competition or something? Well, it’s not going to help your reputation if these other guys cook something that’s way better than what you cooked, so you have to cook something that can blow their dish out of the water.
Pots are bubbling on the stove, the temperature is rising, and temperatures are flaring! All it’ll take is two hands reaching for the bell peppers at the same time for things to boil over and for this cooking contest to devolve into a full-blown fight. You’d better hurry up, though. Outside in the canteen, the prisoners wait, hungry like the wolf.
Yes, just like the Duran Duran song, “Hungry Like The Wolf”. See, there’s a reason I put that song there.
Normal Rules
People Living In Competition: 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.
All I Do Is Win: The Scramble is 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.
Take Your Hand Out Of My Pocket: 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 Captain America of his shield 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.
Ballots Not Bullets: If you don’t vote, you don’t win. Simple. Voting qualifies you for each round, which means forgetting to vote gets you kicked out, regardless of whether or not you would have won. That means that when the voting goes up (after the due date), you should probably take care of it pronto-like.
Due Date: The night of Saturday, the 15th
Round-Specific Rules
Round Goal: Cooking By The Book! You’ve got to whip up a totally kickass meal for the other prisoners, or at least one that’s better than what the other team can make. Whether this involves pure culinary skill, sabotaging the enemy team, straight up pummeling the other team so that they can’t cook at all, or some other method, what you’re cooking has got to be better than what they cook.
Whatever You Like: This is a totally professional kitchen with access to a wide variety of fresh ingredients, allowing you to cook pretty much whatever you want. It’s like something out of a cooking show. Why do the cooks feed all of you slop instead of using the ingredients to make real food? That mystery may never be answered.
Let Them Eat War: There’s a lot of hungry prisoners out there! You might not be able to cook enough food to feed them all, but you should try to feed as many of them as possible. You don’t want the ones who go hungry to gang up on you and shiv you in the showers, do you?
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u/LetterSequence Jul 14 '17
“Alright guys, time to group up.” Daredevil 'looked' at the rest of his team who were staring down the other team already stationed in the kitchen. Tapping on a table with a baton, he finally got their attention, and motioned them to the corner of the room. They reluctantly followed, huddling up around a table with a turkey on it and a few choice vegetables.
“So, how are we all getting along with the other guys?” The answers were about what he expected.
“The girl has an attitude I do not like. She needs to be taught her place.”
“A man should not intermingle with technology he does not understand.”
“...He said some mean stuff about the way I look.”
“Great, doesn’t matter. We’re just gonna make our food, then we never have to see these guys again. Now, does anyone know how to cook?” He was hoping the cooking wouldn’t have to be left to the man who doesn’t even know what the ingredients he’s using look like, but it seemed that would have to be the case.
“Choujin such as myself only know how to cook meals so rich with protein, a regular person’s heart would explode from one bite.”
“My creators did not install a cooking module within my unit.”
“My mom taught me how to cook a turkey. It’s an old Ricker secret.”
“Ricker?” It was at this moment that Dragonfly realized he spoiled his secret identity.
“Did I say Ricker? I meant… Biker. Yeah, biker.”
“Your last name is Biker.”
“Yes, I’m a Biker. My real name is Rick-”, Again with the secret identity, he had to act fast. “I mean, Dick. Dick Biker.”
Daredevil pinched the bridge above his nose, wanting the nonsense to stop. “Just… Just stop.”
“You see, my mom really liked Dick, so I guess it-”
“Dragonfly, I couldn't care less right now. Can you cook a turkey or not?”
“Y-yes, I can.” He looked over the turkey, then scanned the kitchen for ingredients. “Alright, I can work with this, but I’m gonna need some ingredients not in this kitchen.”
“Like what?” 2B looked at her pod. “My pod can scan the area for any object and secure it for you within seconds.”
“Let’s see… I’m gonna need two bottles of straight vodka, a carton of cigarettes, a cat, a bible, some perfume, a couple of cranberries, and a second turkey.”
The entire group was shocked. “What, pray tell, would you need all of that for?” Neptuneman was almost scared to ask.
“The stuffing, duh. My mom makes it for us every thanksgiving.”
“I have eaten many unnatural things in my day, but this… I would not serve this to an inferior choujin unworthy of life.”
Daredevil had given up. Maybe this turkey was why he ended up the way he did in life. Still, in the end, it was up to him as usual. He was known by many as ‘The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.’ It was time for him to become ‘The Devil of The Real Kitchen.’
“Alright, let’s completely ignore that idea. It looks like I’m going to be the one cooking all the food today. Just… try to listen to what I say, and don’t mess anything up. Not like I’m gonna make something complex anyway.” He pondered what to make for a brief second. The prisoners would eat anything at this point after what they’ve been through. That’s when Daredevil thought back to his days in New York.
There was always the famous New York Pizza that tourists come to the city just to try. Especially Ray’s Pizza on 51st street, way better than Famous Original Ray’s on 7th avenue. Of course, the comparison was pointless since he had no idea how to make their pizza. What about hot dogs? Then again, New York hot dogs were terrible. Better than the prison food, but not by much. That’s when it finally hit him. Something simple to make that’d be loved by everyone.
“Let’s make burgers. Nice and easy, the crowd will love it. Beef, cheese, lettuce, tomatoes, and onions in between two slices of bread. It’ll be easy to make.” Daredevil walked over to grab some beef. This ended up being a vital mistake.
“There’s plenty of beef to go aroun-” Feeling a shift in the air, he reeled his hand backwards. This was just in time too, as a kitchen knife was flung in his direction at amazing speeds, just narrowly missing his fingertips by centimeters.
“This beef is ours. We are using it for cooking at this moment in time. Feel free to help yourself to something else, but refrain from the beef.” Everyone looking at her could notice a definite shift in attitude, but Anna seemed entirely devoted to cooking at this point, and was perfectly willing to take out anyone who tried to ruin that goal.
“I’m not trying to impose. Let’s just split it in half, we need it for our burgers.”
“I don’t think you heard me.” Anna took a handful of oatmeal in her bare hands and squeezed tightly, leaving nothing but a fine powder when she let go of her grip. “All of that beef is ours. If you try to take any from us, I’ll be forced to act.”
“Fine, suit yourself.” Daredevil began to walk away, but quickly turned around and flung a baton at her. She made a move to catch it, but the baton was knocked off course and simply fell to the side of the ground. She looked at Johnny, finger aimed right at the path it was taking.
“Mr. Daredevil, we wish to avoid conflict for now. Please attempt to make another dish, or things could get ugly.” Daredevil heard Johnny’s words, but was completely confused by the chain of events he just witnessed. One moment the baton was flying in the air, the next it wasn’t. The only evidence of foul play being that for a split second, he could sense a small projectile coming from Johnny, possibly a bullet. Yet, as far as he could tell, he wasn’t holding a gun.
The two groups stood on opposite sides of the kitchen in a sort of Mexican standoff. It seemed to be for a petty reason, but both teams had ambitious goals that needed to be carried out. Neither side would start the brawl, for neither were sure how it would turn out.
“Fuck it, food fight!” Of course, Gangryong decided now would be a good time to cast the first stone. He took an onion and threw it right at Dragonfly’s face, the electricity he stored within the vegetable coursing through his body. On top of this, the build up of energy caused the onion to explode, making Dragonfly cry from the sheer odor of it. The pain caused Dragonfly to collapse on the ground. “One down!”
“Gangryong!” Johnny tried to get him to stop, but it was too late. He hopped over a table and swung a punch right at Daredevil, who swiftly dodged the hit and countered with a baton to the chin. Tanking the hit, he reached into his pocket and threw a thick dark powder in his eyes.
“Pocket Pepper!” Of course, Daredevil was blind so this didn’t exactly hinder him in any real way, but getting something in your eye still hurt enough to hinder you in a fight. Gangryong used this opportunity to punch him in the gut, sending electricity flowing into his solar plexus. The pain was great, but they don’t call you the man without fear if you can’t take a taser or two.
With a quick backflip, Daredevil jumped up onto a table to gain the height advantage over Gangryong. This proved to be ineffective however, as he simply kicked over the table, sending Daredevil into the air once more. With his baton, Daredevil released the rope on the top and tied it around a light fixture. “Come down here and fight me! Or are you that scared of getting your ass kicked?” The quick to anger were always the easiest to trick.
A quick pull was all it took for Daredevil to pull down the light, sending it and the large chunk of concrete it was attached to onto Gangryong’s head. This had the intended effect, and knocked him down to the ground groaning in pain. “Whose ass was getting kicked again?” As he got closer to make sure he didn’t kill the guy, he noticed a quick shift in his heartbeat. Never a good thing to hear. Gangryong grabbed onto Daredevil’s ankle tight and wouldn’t let go.
“Playing dead is the easiest trick in the book. You must be a rookie fighter to fall for that one!” He tried to jump away, but it was too late. Gangryong quickly sent a surge of electricity throughout Daredevil’s body with a much higher voltage than the first punch. This had the intended effect, and while he was able to break free of Gangryong’s grip, he felt like his whole body was on fire and could barely stand up.
“You look so weak and tired that one punch would take you out.”
“Heh, never felt better. Is that all you got?” This simply caused Gangryong to smile. Another opponent who thought he was better than he was. Another opponent who would end up with their ass on the ground. Daredevil decided that he would need to risk it all if he was gonna win this match. He threw his baton at Gangryong, then rushed in after it. Gangryong easily dodged the baton, but couldn’t react to Daredevil in time, and ate a giant punch right in the face. The impact felt good, he had delivered just enough force where he could feel the crunch of his nose under his fist. This knocked Gangryong on the floor once more, but he didn’t let him play dead again. He jumped in the air, aiming a large kick at the martial artist that was laying flat on his back.
“Seriously? Is this weak shit all you can muster?” Daredevil realized once again that this was a trap, but couldn’t fix his trajectory in time. Right before the kick landed, Gangryong rolled out of the way and got to his feet. It didn’t seem like any sort of technique used to dodge, just pure speed. In the short time they had been fighting, had he really memorized the timing of all his movements and used that to calculate when to dodge? Regardless, that was the last thing that went through Daredevil’s mind, as Gangryong delivered a swift uppercut to his chin, making him stagger back a few steps. To end off the fight, he kicked Daredevil right in the ribs, feeling a nice crunch as he flew back and crashed into a table, covering him in the various fruits laid about on there.
“Two down!” Gangryong turned around and pointed right at 2B and Neptuneman. “And two to go!”