r/whowouldwin Mar 04 '22

Event Character Scramble 15 Semifinals: I'm Still Here

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This round is for matches 37 and 38 on the bracket. Make sure to double check to see if you’re in this one!


Your journey is reaching its end. The location of Kingdom Hearts may be nearly impossible to reach on foot, by land, or by sky. Except there is one way to get there. After all this time traveling, all the information you’ve acquired, all the things you’ve seen, you know the secret. It all involves a door.

“When the door is open, so too will Kingdom Hearts open.”

There’s one door that is spoken of. A door used by a dreaded space captain. This captain stole treasures from all across the universe, and kept them to himself, never to be seen again. This door is a portal that opens to his treasure, and it can also open up to anywhere in the entire universe. It can open the way to Kingdom Hearts.

And that door is located on…

Treasure Planet

So you know where to go. But how do you exactly open this door?

Luckily for you, one brave adventurer holds a map, a spaceship, and the key to this door, and is looking for a crew to help escort them across the cosmos to reach the planet unharmed. That’s when the ideas start to formulate.

Escort or Heist?

Will your team present themselves to this adventurer and offer them aid? In exchange for directions, a split prize, and a companion, this would involve ensuring their safety, providing passage across all of Treasure Planet, fighting off any who would stand in your path, putting your life in harm's way all the while.

Or… will your team simply wait for someone else to take up the offer? If they follow this path, they can stalk the team who joins them instead. By prowling in wait, they can ambush the other team at the vital moment they reach the treasure, and take it all for themselves. However, you’d need to obtain your own means of travel, as losing sight of them means losing the treasure in its entirety.

Space, Land, or Underground?

Traversing an entire planet aimlessly is a good way to get yourselves killed. You’ll need to pick a route that’s safest to get there with the least danger possible.

Do you approach from outer space? Going from above may seem like the route with the least danger, but it comes with plenty of downsides. One wrong move, a stray asteroid, an attack that leaves you stranded from the ship, can leave you floating in the deep reaches of space until you finally perish.

Do you approach from land? It’s the most straightforward and easiest to circumnavigate, but this planet is covered in deep jungles and vegetation, with very little wildlife. Resources may be difficult to manage, the path would be the longest, and an ambush is almost all but guaranteed.

Do you approach from the underground? Beneath the surface is an entire system of passageways, tunnels, and heavy machinery, as if the planet was built by some insane person. It’d get you to the door the fastest if you know where you’re going, but if you don’t… you may be lost under here forever.

The Door

At the pivotal moment when the door is open, what will your team do? It can offer them guidance, lead them anywhere in the universe, and lead them exactly to Kingdom Hearts. But the promise of unlimited riches stands in front of them as well. It is here that what is most important to them will be tested.

All of this being said… this is the final leg of your quest before finally obtaining all you desire. So… what will you do?


Scramble Rules

That’s Sora, Donald, and Goofy Too!: Every participant this season received three characters on their team, but many of them might not be a household name. To aid with readability, please give a brief summary of your characters, with enough information so the average reader can get excited for your team before starting.

Let Your Heart Be Your Guiding Key: Your write up will depict a scenario where your team is the victor. Even if your team has a one in a million chance of overcoming the odds, show what they’d need to do to come out on top against the challenge in front of them!

Unlocking Limit Form: Writers are allowed to make changes to their characters in their narrative to fit their story, such as allowing power stealers to gain more powers, teaching martial artists new techniques, or having characters gradually grow in strength between rounds. However, you are not beholden to following what your opponent is doing. When facing another team, you are only required to write their characters as they were submitted. This is to help with ease of research, and make things more fun for both sides.


Round Rules

Guest Starring…: Space Adventurers! The guest in this round is someone who has a vested interest in Treasure Planet. Are they the person who holds the key, who needs to be escorted to the door? Are they the leader of the band of misfits who intend on stealing your treasure for themselves, or the group that escorts the client to the door? Are they a lone wanderer, stuck on this planet, who once resided on the crew of the captain who stole all the treasure? However they show up is up to you!

Setting: Treasure Planet, a mysterious and deadly planet said to hold all the treasures in the world at its core. The solar system surrounding it, deep in the cosmos, bathes this world in purple hues, the lights from hundreds of millions of stars. The planet itself is teeming with vegetation. Thick jungles, moss, mildew, and yet curiously, no life at all. Only the remnants of an adventure long since finished. Underneath the surface, this planet functions as a machine. Deep tunnels that lead to secret passageways, lights that illuminate this world, and cogs turning for some reason or another. There are plenty of paths that all lead to the same place. The door that leads to everywhere, and most importantly, to your goal.

Key Points: The key points of this round are as follows. You must obtain the key to open the door that leads into your ultimate goal (Kingdom Hearts). How you obtain this key, reach the door, and what roles the enemy team and guest fill are up to you.

Post Limit: For this round, writers will be limited to 10 posts, or 100k characters. While it is fine to go a little bit over, anything that far surpasses this limit will be automatically disqualified. This limit does not include intro posts, or analysis of the matchup. Use your best judgment, if you think your story is too long for the round, it probably is.

Due Date: Write ups will be due at 10PM EST on April 8th. That’s a full month, so you should have plenty of time!


Flavor Suggestions

The Door is Open: Your team is heading for the door that resides somewhere on this planet. This door is essentially a portal that can lead to anywhere in the entire universe. While you ultimately have a destination in mind, does such a prospect tempt anyone on your team? How would they react to such an easy method of transportation? Would they try to keep it for themselves? Visit any places before settling on Kingdom Hearts?

Fool’s Gold: The core of Treasure Planet is roughly one hundred million billion metric tons of gold, jewelry, and riches stolen from various cultures and civilizations. Maybe your team is only in it for the money. So, is there something that’d tempt them even more than this? Some kind of goal that’d make them seek out Kingdom Hearts instead of ending their journey here and just nabbing as much gold as they can get their hands on? Or maybe, they’ll get greedy, and try to do both? Remember, it all depends on what your team would do!

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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22

Ripper!

“Now!”

I flew up when Gwen called it out, and watched as the threads swept through the gold underneath our feet, turning up the rocks beneath even that- and doing even more damage, damage that the others wouldn’t know about.

The Stitcher struck out at me again, but I wasn’t concerned about his hits. I was concerned for the last one he controlled, who was moving into position to try and do something about all of us.

And then, right on schedule, he did.

"Alright, you've had your fun," Fourze said, menacingly. "It's over, now."

Fourze pulled out a new set of switches, larger ones, and slammed them down into place. "N+S Magnet, On!"

His suit changed again, now a heavy metallic suit with two turrets sticking out from it. Fourze reached down, and pulled that lever again, and the two guns separated and combined.

I should’ve seen it coming. He created a giant magnet.

“You can’t understand how much I’ve had to struggle to work like I have. So I won’t even give you the chance.” said the Rider.

The magnet turned on, and my two teammates were forced towards it. Steeljack tried to stand strong, like it was just a storm he was caught in, while Lancelot turned and planted his sword in the ground. Gwenpool, meanwhile, was chasing after her shark backpack, the place where she kept all her guns.

That meant the only ones who could do something were the two we saved… and me.

For his part, Chuuya tried to do what he could. He lobbed balls of his power into the maelstrom that was forming. But when it hit, it didn’t seem to do much. “What the hell is this?”

“Sorry, Chuuya,” said Fourze, “but gravity is a weaker force than electromagnetism. You’re not going to get through that easily!”

So it was up to me. I swooped down, and asked “How does it happen?”

Fourze turned to me. “What?”

“I heard you before, at the start,” I replied. “How ‘You put too much work on yourself’. How does it happen?

"It happens the same way every time. My laziness and my inability to stick to a schedule pushes more and more work onto my future self,” came the reply, the magnet still pulling my friends towards us. “Then, when the time comes, what I think I can do and what I can actually do run straight into each other. And I torture myself, overwork myself to the point of passing out and going until night becomes day. And it never. Works. Out. I'm not even creating anything worth this kind of suffering!"

“You’re wrong!” Gwen shouted with both hands on her bag.

Fourze just hauled back on the magnets in response, jolting everyone it was pulling along.

“Gwen is right,” I said. “It might not be what you want from this, but you’re making something. That’s what this is all about.”

“Like it even does anything for me,” Fourze said, looking off and down.

My mind raced for options of what to say, and settled on “What motivates you to get things done?”

That was not my smartest possible move.

"That’s just it! I can't motivate- I can't freaking move or type even when I know I have to! Even when there is no other option! I seriously can’t stop myself from pulling myself away from my work. What the hell am I supposed to do when my brain can't do the only thing it's good for? When it comes down to the wire and nothing is being created?!"

I looked back. Hale had Lancelot in his arms, and was keeping him from coming any closer, while Chuuya had managed to weigh Steeljack down enough that the magnet was pulling him inches at best. Gwen was still being dragged in, though.

“I know this is no solution," I began, "but how about you make some space where there us no distractions, and then do your work there when you have to."

Fourze scoffed. "Even that's not enough. I'll find a distraction, make one myself."

"Then- planning," I said the first thing that came to mind. "Make your plans to do things in advance, and then follow through."

"Great, just already do things before- are you even listening to me?! How is that supposed to help me now?!" he raged.

I needed to get things back on track. I needed something to help, and there wasn't an animal alive that could help me now. Just Buddy Baker, the man.

"Then break it down. Don't do a chapter, go page by page, paragraph by paragraph if you have to," I recited. "Leave and come back with fresh eyes if something is escaping you. Pace yourself, and pace around if it helps you."

And somehow, middle school essay prep became useful in the real world. Guess there's a first time for everything.

Fourze hung his head, after nodding along to my writing advice. "Right. Right. But there's only so much any one of those things can do. At the end of the day, words have to end up on the page. And I leave too many of those off."

I frowned. “You’re being too hard on yourself. It doesn’t matter how things get done. What matters is that they get done. And you’ve gotten us here. So use what I said, and get this done.”

Fourze finally shut the magnets off, but they returned to being the turrets in the suit. More than that, now Fourze turned to face me. "Even if, if that works. How do I stop this? How do I stop falling for the same problems, the same pains, the same situation every single time?!"

“You’ve gotta know your limits,” Hale piped up.

That set him off. The Rider turned and blasted indiscriminately, saying “I know where my limit is! I’ve run into the wall too many times by now!”

The others scrambled for cover, and I flew around to the front side. “Even so, you can’t give up now! I know you can get there without breaking down! You can reach and surpass your limit!” I ate a shot to the chest for it, but it was worth it. It gave the others a chance to regroup, and it gave Fourze a chance to think about what I said.

“An’ when you beat your head against that wall again and again and again, you can break all the way through!” shouted Steeljack. “That’s called improvement! And that’s what winnin’ is!”

Fourze stopped firing. And the threads appeared from his body.

“Tell me the truth.” he said, quietly.

No one replied. He raised his voice back up.

“What am I doing that’s making this happen? What is going on that makes me push everything until the last second? I won’t accept any cop-out, I won’t accept anything that says I can’t do anything about it! Tell me!”

And I looked, looked past him, and saw what was really going on. So I spoke back up.

“The reason there’s so much work… is because you have so many big ideas.”

“So, what do I do about it?” he asked in return

“I can tell you what you shouldn’t do,” Hale jumped in. “You shouldn’t give up on those ideas.”

Fourze seemed confused. “But then what-”

“You hold yourself to a higher standard, kid,” Chuuya said, looking off into the distance. “Live up to your own expectations, and you’ll have a masterpiece. And even if you can’t get there, you’ll have something you can work with.”

“The goal cannot be to be perfect, else you never shall reach it” Lancelot added. “You must do all that you can to work towards your goals, and what that goal is, or how you put your all into it, looks different for every man.”

I could feel that he was ready. So I gave him one last push in the right direction. “You’re better than you know. You’ve got the experience with this. And that’s why… you can get this work done.”

Fourze’s arm twitched… and then fell onto the lever. “LIMIT BREAK.”

The cannons charged, we braced for the attack-

And then each string pulled itself out, one by one, and Fourze spun straight back around. “Rider Electromagnet Bomber!”

The Stitcher’s eyes went wide, and his threads quickly leapt in front of him, weaving in and out in the seconds it traveled to create an intricate shield of threads. It buckled inward, blocking the attack.

“I saw what was happening while I was being controlled. Well done with all of that.” Gentaro said. “Now, let’s finish this!”

When the shield came down, the Stitcher did not lash out. In fact, he was eerily quiet. “I'm going to kill all of you.” he vowed.

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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22

He raised his arm up, and a volley of threads arced upwards. They twisted at angles and fell down upon all of us, knocking us all far away. And he didn’t stop there. More threads fired from his off hand, and his back threads traced seeking paths at all of us. “[I’m tired of this.]”

“You don’t have to keep fighting us!” Gwen shouted. “We’re not your enemy!”

Why can’t you accept it?

I met his eyes, and spoke from my heart. “You’re the one who we’re doing this for.”

I’m not strong enough. Plain and simple.”

Lancelot scoffed. “There is naught plain and simple about you. You have made that clear.”

SHUT UP!

He swept his hand and struck a cat-of-nine-tails blow to Lancelot, but it wasn’t going to stop us. Fourze flew, and the both of us tangled with the threads on his back. Steeljack raced forward, but a bundle of threads pushed him away. Chuuya cratered the ground, but the threads held him up. Hale and Gwen, they were running his way.

Finally, the Stitcher bellowed, and he slammed everything into the ground below. “I'm through with you!LAST ONE!

“Oi, that one was mine!” Fourze complained.

All around us, and around the entire vault, threads sprung up and connected to a singular point up in the sky. The threads converged into a wall, just like the wall that Lancelot saved me from before, but with even more threads. Now, the gaps are barely the size of my finger. And with the light glinting off of them, I know they’re sharp.

Cat’s Cradle! A single thread Over and over again,Leaving no space where there is not a thread!

The dome started converging inwards, and it moved at a steady pace in at us. We all knew that if it closed on us completely, it was the end of the line. But there wasn’t any way through.

Steeljack stood up. He raced towards the cage, and rammed his shoulder into the lattice. He yelled in pain, but stood firm anyways, trying to stop the inevitable advance.

“What the hell are you doing?” I shouted down at him.

He looked back at me, and I saw the resolve in his eyes. “If there isn’t a gap, then you gotta make one yourself!”

Slowly, but surely a gap opened up, just wide enough for a person to slip through.

“Come on! Everybody through!” Steeljack yelled.

We all flew through, and I reached back, grabbed him as he nearly fell back. It fully contracted, and exploded into a cloud of dust.

“Hey,” said Gwen quietly. “Look at him.”

I looked. After that massive attack, the Stitcher wasn’t even standing up. Whether it was our words getting to him, or just the recoil of it, he’d fallen back to a seated position, the threads coming from his back holding him up. He was looking down, off to the side, and of all the things, he just looked despondent.

I don’t belong here.” he said quietly. “Look at them. I’m way out of my league here.

Slowly, we all approached. “Who’s he talking about?” asked Hale.

“The people he looks up to,” replied Gwen.

I am the biggest nobody of them all.” he said, still not looking up. “How am I supposed to win?

I spoke up first. “You have to believe you can. That’s the most important thing.”

The Stitcher looked up, and met my eyes. “What are you talking about?

“At this moment, your greatest obstacle is doubt,” replied Lancelot. “However, if you banish those doubts, have faith, have courage, and believe in your own ability, then take that belief and act upon it- there will be nothing more in your way.”

It won’t be enough.” The stitcher said, and stood up. “We can't just hope for the best.

“You’re right, it ain’t all of it. But take it from someone who didn’t believe in himself, didn’t believe I could amount to a damn thing. If you haven’t got that belief, you can’t get it done.” Steeljack said, firmly.

“And you have reasons to believe,” Hale added. “Even I can see that.”

Like what?” the Stitcher asked incredulously.

“Well, like they said back when they were getting me out of your mess, you wouldn’t have brought half the things they noticed out if you didn’t care about ‘em,” Hale commented.

The Stitcher’s demeanor faltered. "How do I win?"

Gwen smiled, and spoke. “You write the best story you can, you include all of your grand ideas, and you put your all into it.”

"How am I supposed to know?"

“Know what?” Steeljack asked.

I’ve putmy heart and soul into it. How do I know it'll work?” the Stitcher asked, almost sounding timid at this point.

“You can’t know,” Fourze said, approaching the Stitcher directly. “But, if you do put all of yourself into something, use every last ounce of skill you have, and create something you can be proud of? It doesn’t matter if you don’t win the contest. You’ll have truly accomplished something.”

The Stitcher took a deep breath, and sighed. “Do you really think I can do it?

It was my turn to smile at him. “We wouldn’t be here if we didn’t.”

He took a look at his own hands, for just a moment.

Then, the threads at his back curled in, covered him, and lashed out, blowing us all back. But despite it all, no one hit the ground in frustration or disappointment.

“We’re getting through to him!” Gwen said, “Now, let’s finish this off!”

The Stitcher lashed out with his threads, swinging wildly at us to keep everyone at bay. He wasn’t even looking at us.

“Steeljack, Hale! Clear a path!” Gwen commanded.

“On it!” Hale replied, and they both charged into the fray.

The next attack headed straight for Steeljack, but before it could reach, Hale swung a fist and knocked it completely off course. Then he turned to the Stitcher. “Now then, you’ve got plenty of skill with your words. Plenty of folks couldn’t string together one real conversation if their life depended on it. You’ve got the words, you can do this!”

The Stitcher let out a grunt, and aimed the next attack to swipe Hale in half. But Steeljack returned the favor, and rammed his side into the whip attack. And before the Stitcher could pull back, he grabbed it under his arm and shouted “You’ve got more than just that, too! Everythin’ you do, you do it for a reason! The details, the worlds, it all makes sense, and it’s cause you care about this!”

Stop that.” the Stitcher said, not angry, not even coldly. “Stop getting my hopes up.

“Sorry, but I can’t let that happen!” Chuuya shouted, vaulting over Steeljack’s head and tapping his fingers to the thread. Instantly the Stitcher’s hand slammed down to the ground, the threads connecting it becoming a hundred times heavier than simple string.

“There’s more to a fight than just words and skill,” Chuuya continued, pointing straight at the Stitcher. “You’ve got to have the momentum to keep yourself going and keep everyone else’s eyes on you. And the simple fact of the matter is, you’ve got that. You’ve built up so much energy that the only thing you can do is keep things rolling!”

The Stitcher pulled his hand up slowly, fighting against Chuuya’s power all the way- but just as he pulled his hand all the way back up, Arondight slashed straight through the taut lines. A second slash at him met the threads from the back, and clashed.

“Though I may not be from a time with so many stories to hear,” Lancelot said, in the clash, “your ideas stand out as utterly unparalleled. To follow even one of us down this path would be more adventure than many lifetimes, and you have done so for all three of us and more. There is a reason you are luminant above the others. No one else can have the ideas in your head.”

The Stitcher responded to that by pushing him off, and pummeling the knight with strikes from the six threads from his back. Blow after blow after blow, but Lancelot stood firm, even as the Stitcher finally kicked him back with his leg. The Stitcher looked at his hand, from which Lancelot had severed the strings, and cursed.

But he did not have the time to spare. From the side he wasn’t looking came an ”Elec, On!”

The shocking sword came inches from his body, as the Stitcher formed a shield from the one good hand he had remaining, and grunted in pain.

Fourze just pushed onwards. “Listen up! Anyone can do anything they set their mind to! We’re here to show you that you can! You can believe in yourself, you can pour your heart and soul into completing it, and you can win this time! So grit those teeth, and do everything you can do to get things done!”

The clash of sword and shield finally erupted, and both involved staggered. The Stitcher panted in and out, sweat covering his brow, and the shaking in his hands showed that this was getting to him, one way or the other.

And that means it’s my turn.

Gwen pointed up at me. “Bring it on home, Animal Man!”

The Stitcher whirled around with an attack, but I wasn’t where he thought I’d be. I was somewhere he couldn’t touch. And I was going to use that.

A simple feint with my body sent all of his remaining weapons my way, or more specifically, the wrong way to get to me. Then, I ducked behind the scene, went around the back, and grabbed a hold of the Stitcher from behind.

“There’s one more thing I want to show you,” I said, and took off. We climbed up, up, and away from the flat world below. Because there was only one place I could take him to show him what he needed to see.


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u/OddDirective Apr 09 '22 edited May 11 '22

A space with two characters, up above the narrative world. A space with only the world below, and the world above. Animal Man let go of who he was carrying, and they both floated around to see each other.

Why did you bring me here?” the Stitcher asked.

“Look out there,” Animal Man said. “You can see them too, can’t you?”

The Stitcher could. "How many of you are there?"

Animal Man smiled. “Enough.”

"So what." said the Stitcher.

“You know, belief in yourself isn’t the only place belief comes from." Animal Man said, gesturing to the world outside. "They believe in you, too. They believe in your words, your story, and everything in between. They believe you can win this whole damn thing.”

"Is that really true?" the Stitcher said, turning his head away from both worlds.

“Maybe not all of them. But like I said before, there’s enough. And if you really want to know… you can talk to them, can't you?”

The Stitcher turned back to Animal Man, and then… hesitated. Upon seeing that, Animal Man turned outwards, to look out towards the world that was more than he knew.

“Well, how about it? Do you guys like what you see? Come on, let him hear it! Let him know you’re there! You’re the reason this is all happening, so it’s time to turn some of that back around!”

And through the wall that separated worlds, the Stitcher felt it. "What is this?"

“It’s their true feelings. Everyone who has read these words and believed in the story they tell. Anyone reading this now, who wants you to see this through.”

So it’s like that, huh.” the Stitcher said, closing his eyes. “I've been a fool.

“I knew that if you could see what they were like, see what they really wanted, you could really believe that you can get this done.” Animal Man commented. “All you need to do is believe in yourself, and take the ideas from your brain and make them a reality.”

A sigh escaped the Stitcher’s mouth, and then he smiled. “Well played. You win.

Animal Man smiled back. “No. We win. I don’t know anything you don’t know. You knew that too.

And at that revelation, the Stitcher laughed.

Finally, he looked back down to the world below him. “So now what do I do?

“What you’ve been meaning to do this whole time,” Animal Man replied. “Finish the story.”

Alright.

And so the Stitcher closed his eyes, breathed in, and got to work. He typed into his phone, and his computer, and formed every word of every sentence that made up the worlds that Animal Man and everyone went through. Everything from his head made it onto the page. That was the only thing he had to do, and the only thing he wanted to do.

And finally, he leaned back, stood up, and let out a deep breath. “It is done. It’s out of my hands now.

Animal Man gave him a pat on the back. “You did good work. Hold your head high. If it were up to me, you’d be sailing free and clear, but it’s not. It’s up to them. So believe in them, because they believe in you.”

The Stitcher surveyed the world he created, and his eyes went down to the place where he’d been taken from. “There is nothing more I can do. It’s time to face the music.

And with that, the Stitcher fell down, down, down back to the planet below.


What took hours for the Stitcher and Animal Man passed by as seconds for the ones in the world below. Only a few moments after the two of them went up, only one plummeted down, threads coming not just from his back but from everywhere upon his body. He landed and kicked up a cloud of dust and gold, and created a crater in which to lay.

At the edge of the crater, the fighters stood, before one took it upon themself to slide down the sides and meet the Stitcher head-on. Slowly, with his hands and feet, the Stitcher climbed back up to a standing position.

The fighter grabbed the Stitcher’s shoulder, and leveled his blade at his heart. “You have been defeated,” spoke Lancelot du Lac.

The Stitcher simply closed his eyes.

Lancelot stabbed forward, and with his blade inside the chest, sliced down, and tore open the Stitcher’s body, who did not bleed, but split in two much like a tapestry would. Arondight was withdrawn, and its wielder pushed the fallen creator down to the ground.

And so it was that the Stitcher came apart at the seams.