Traitor Game: Clash of the Chaos Warriors

[Jeremi]

It was something no one had foreseen. The universe was shifting, cracks in the sky revealing places not familiar to their world. Visitors from these worlds materializing from thin air leaving them baffled as to how and why they had been spirited away. This however was nothing compared to them. Those that had seen it described it as the cracks in the sky to open wide from where horrible creatures would emerge creating chaos in their wake. The cause of these phenomenons was none other than the Chaos Lord Shuma Gorath. With his dark powers he had managed to break the barriers between his dimension with and a neighboring Universe going by the title of CAP-COM as well as the realm housed by that cursed Sorcerer Supreme. His minions would roll forth slaughtering and subjugating any realm that came before them and extend his dominion further. Others chose not to go quietly, among them powerful Elder Gods in their own right ready to get rid of this “upstart” whom threatened their plans. Despite their best efforts they too would be engulfed by the flames of battle ending up another notch on Shuma Gorath’s conquest. One among them however would not roll over and die to please the Chaos Lord…

Makai Kingdom

The war had gone on for a few weeks now. The warriors were fatigued and a large number of the world’s strongest inhabitants had vanished prior to the first wave of otherworldly monsters. The Dark Messiah Jedah Dohma would be standing on the castle balcony surveying the chaos and destruction the attackers had caused.

“This world screams out in pain, and I am the only one who understands it.” With the uttering of those words he would look skywards and ascend into the heavens towards the looming vortex from which the beasts had emerged. Any opposition he met would be squashed as Jedah would float into the vortex and appear on the other side, a barren wasteland stuck in perpetual darkness.

Suddenly he would hear a booming voice echoing all around him. “Who dares disturb the dominion of Shuma Gorath?” From the darkness a tentacle would shoot out catching Jedah into its grasp. Despite this predicament Jedah proceeded to speak calmly.

“I am Jedah Dohma, Dark One, and what I seek is for you to halt your conquest and return your minions to the dark pits from where they clawed themselves out from.” His reply would be met by a guttural chuckle as Shuma Gorath’s tentacle wrapped itself tighter around Jedah’s body.

“You speak far beyond your station, little bat. Everything begins and ends with me! Chaos is absolute making me absolute! What being are you to think that you can speak in such a way to me? You came here on a fool’s errand and that is how you shall meet your demise.” Dark magic’s would crackle as Shuma Gorath pointed his tentacle towards Jedah. “Like a fool.”

A serene smile would be on Jedah’s lips before he uttered three words. “Pacis Proditor Venatus.”

The next words uttered by the Chaos Lord would be spoken in a dead language though what he was saying was evident enough as well as his mood as the entire realm seemed to shook in anger. “Throw your challenges at me as much as you want, little bat!”

“I think this challenge will be more than enough, Dark One.” Jedah replied. “The gauntlet has been thrown and such an old deity such as yourself…you know what that entitles.”

Shuma’s eye would narrow as he looked straight at Jedah before he finally spoke. “I accept your challenge, little bat.”

Jedah would again smile. “Excellent, the fate of the universes you have attacked shall be in the balance. If I win you are forced to remove your influence from the worlds and seal you back here in this dimension.”

“And if I win, little bat. My dominion of you and all of the realms shall be absolute.” Shuma replied in turn before setting Jedah back on the ground.

“I propose a neutral ground as to where this little game of murder shall take place.” Jedah would move towards the vortex. “And I know just the place.” And with that he vanished.

As Jedah disappeared Shuma Gorath would laugh. “Such a fool! Does he not realize Shuma Gorath is infinite! The little bat is only delaying the inevitable! I will have his world and all of the others as well!”

[Jeremi]

Cast list:

Bobisbeast as Stegron & Hauzer
MichaleCS as Rogue & Roll
Nicker as Carnage & Nemesis
HugoFowl as Captain Britain & Cammy White
Indigo Al as Aunt May & Alien Queen
Yun Lao as Straw Man & Gene
Overmaster as Godzilla & Karin Kanzaki
The Purple Skull as Volstagg & Dan Hibiki
Kevin M as Ironhide & Zero
Redem as Tony Stark & Yellow Devil
Skir as Molly Hayes & Barubary
Opalord as Dimensional Man and Godot
Chris Lang as Betty Brant & Lotta Hart
Josh M as Agent Phil Coulson & Fei Long
Froggy as Ultron & Mega Man
tangentman as Sersi & Donald Duck
EvaUnit01 as Spider-man & Nero

[Jeremi]

The Rules

1. A kill happens once per round, starting with a NPC kill. Players must vote on who they believe is a traitor.

2. The Agents have 1 guess per round to identify the traitors.

3. Players with roles may NOT communicate with players that have no roles by private messaging. Anyone caught doing so will be automatically banished.

This game will have 2 traitors, 2 agents and one vigilante. I will send PMs at random to fill out the roles.

And then there are the duels.

Player Duels - Does your character have some hostility toward another? Now he can unleash it without penalty. Each round, every player has the chance to challenge another person to a duel. There will only be one duel per round. Once I see a duel has been declared, the challenger and each send me a number in the range 1-100. Whichever party is closest to my number for that round wins. The characters in the game will fight and the conclusion of the fight will end with the winning player's character being victorious (why? because shut up). The winner gets immunity from that round's vote and the subsequent kill. The loser loses their ability to vote and that character will be revealed to have a role, if they have one. What role that have will not be specified.

And that's about it any questions can be asked in the Discussion Thread.

[Jeremi]

Some time later...



Jedah would be standing up on the balcony looking down at the floor beneath him.

“It is time.” With a snap of his fingers and a flash of light later a number of individuals would now be standing in the room. “Welcome everyone!” Jedah exclaimed to get their attention. “You have all been summoned to this place to participate in a great game in which the faith of your worlds hang in the balance. I am your host, Jedah Dohma, and I bid you all welcome to this Traitor Game in where you must find the killers among you before they have extinguished the flame off all the others.” As he finished he’d look down at the assembled players. “I realize this is much to swallow considering from whatever I spirited you away from, so I assume there are questions left lingering that I will try to answer at the best of my ability.”

OOC: You may now post!

You can have your characters meet for the first time in the prologue or you could have them having been together for awhile before the TG proper.

[Indigo Al]

Queens, New York



It was a lovely spring afternoon,oddly enough in the midst of the chaos Shuma Gorath had wrought. May Parker could be seen taking a stroll through the less savory, less scenic warehouses and buildings near Forest Hills. She saw two military people, a man and a woman, holding big guns at the ready, facing a warehouse. He was ludicrously overmuscled in armor. She had other assets.

Aunt May approached them quietly and overheard their conversation...

"Our allies are in there engaging her..."

"Well I just can't believe we tracked her from San Drad all the way to this universe..."




"Pardon me, young people...what exactly is going on in there?" she asked.

"GET BACK M'AAM," Dutch bellowed. "THERE'S A DANGEROUS ALIEN CREATURE IN THERE WE'VE BEEN ASSIGNED TO EXTERMINATE!" He continued to bellow without even looking at Aunt May.

"Why shame on you! That poor creature is probably scared witless by your bullying! I have half a mind to call the police on you!"

"I SAID GET BACK, M'AAM! CLEAR THE AREA!" he continued braying rudely, his back to her. When Linn cared to glance back, though, Aunt May was simply...gone.

To be continued...

[Yun Lao]

[CENTER]
“It is time.” With a snap of his fingers and a flash of light later a number of individuals would now be standing in the room. “Welcome everyone!” Jedah exclaimed to get their attention. “You have all been summoned to this place to participate in a great game in which the faith of your worlds hang in the balance. I am your host, Jedah Dohma, and I bid you all welcome to this Traitor Game in where you must find the killers among you before they have extinguished the flame off all the others.” As he finished he’d look down at the assembled players. “I realize this is much to swallow considering from whatever I spirited you away from, so I assume there are questions left lingering that I will try to answer at the best of my ability.”

"Nice, and here I thought I'd finally gotten away from psychos trying to kill me." Said one amongst their numbers, although it seemed more like the subtle whine of one resigned to his lot in life. Proceeding to crack his knuckles, he took a few glances around. "How about I just beat up everyone here and we call it a day?"

[The Purple Skull]

Legendary martial artist Go Hibiki had two dreams. One: That the world may recognize the Saikyo Arts as the premier form of karate. And two: That his son becomes the greatest fighter in the world. When Go Hibiki was tragically murdered, his son swore to honor his father and become the new master of the Saikyo Arts. He scours the globe looking for a challenge...and for a profit! He is....
DAN HIBIKI!

Hibiki Dojo


"You heard me right, Jimmy! I've been invited to take part in special fighting tournament that spans TWO worlds! Two worlds, Jimmy! That means twice the publicity for the Saikyo Arts! And that means twice the money in my pockets!"

"Dan, aren't you even a little worried? I mean...this "tournament" is supposed to be team-based, and you don't even know who your teammates are! Speaking of which, why didn't I get invited to this?"

"Who knows, Blanka? Maybe the hosts just wanted the elite from our world."

"......."



"But don't you worry, Jimmy buddy. I'll make sure to give you a shout out during my many post-match victory interviews. Hoo-boy this is gonna be great! I'm gonna punch, kick, uppercut, and blast my way to first place!

This is what I was trained for, Jimmy. This is my destiny. And let me tell you, these "Go Dan Go" shirts are gonna sell like hotcakes!"



"Most importantly, I'll finally make you proud, FATHER! You set the foundation for the Saikyo Arts and I will expand it to the far reaches of the universe! So bring on the competition! Bring on Ryu! Bring on Ken! Bring on Zangief!"

"Yeah! Bring on Sagat!"

".....Save him for Round 2."

"Just be careful, Dan. Hopefully, your partners are good. You don't want a repeat of the time you were paired with T.Hawk."

"This is the best of the best, Jimmy! (No offense) I'm sure my partner will kick ass!"

Chun-Li's father...alive?! - Street Fighter: The Legend of Chun-Li #31!

[The Purple Skull]

In the hallowed halls of Asgard, the adventures of the Warriors Three ring out with the highest of regards. These sons of Asgard set out to right the wrongs, preserve Odin's name, and protect the realms from evils such as the Frost Giants and the Dark Elves. The most famous Warrior of all? Why, the Lion of Asgard, of course! Whose appetite for victory is as great as his appetite for a great feast! He is....
VOLSTAGG THE VOLUMINOUS!

Asgard - The Great Hall


"And so, my friends, when the battle seemed lost, I, Volstagg--the Lion of glorius Asgard, turned the battle back in our favor! With a mighty step, I jumped into action---CRUSHING that villainous Malekith into submission and freeing Asgard from his cold, dark hands!"

"Ha Ha Ha! Be straight with our audience, O' "Lion of Asgard"! I think what you meant to say was...you "subdued" the Accursed One by falling on top of him!"

HaHaHaHaHa!



"Ha! Mock me as you please, Dashing One. But if it was not for my quick thinking, and the advantage of my....physique, Asgard would certainly be a more grim place. No offense, Hogun.

Nevertheless, I shall prove to you all why I am the Lion of Asgard! You see, I, and I alone, have been invited to represent Asgard in a Contest of Champions! And from what I have been told, this Contest will have representatives from other worlds as well! But it need not matter, for I will best them one by one!"



"I will show them all why back in the day, I was known as the Warrior One!"

"Just be cautious, Volstagg. If you are in any danger, contact myself and Fandral immediately. Do not let bravado get the best of you."

"Worry not, Grim one. For you see, I have been outfitted with a pair of teammates! And though I know not who they are at the moment, I am sure they equal the fighting spirit of the Voluminous one!"

The Sentry---HEEEEE'S BACK! - Avengers #65!

[The Purple Skull]

The day of the tournament had arrived! The contestants finally get a chance to find out the teams!



"Odin's beard! Truly, this must be a mistake! This mortal is but the size of my thigh!"

"Oh you've got to be kidding me! Whose idea was it to pair me with Rufus' even fatter uncle?!"

"Mind your words, mortal. Standing before you is one of Asgard's finest warriors. I am Volstagg the Voluminous!"

"Yeah? Well standing before YOU is the greatest living legend of all-time! I'm Dan Hibiki!"

"Whoever you are, this team cannot be. I would like to know the terms to which the teams were chosen!"

"Yeah! Did they just pick our names out of a hat or something?!"

"Actually, hombres, it was me who chose you. I'm the third teammate. You can call me Amingo."

"Odin's eye! This...talking cactus creature recruited us?!"

"That's it! I quit!"

"Give it a chance, hombres! I picked you two for a reason! You two are the best of the best! The cream of the crop! A-Numero Uno!"

"....Since you put it that way...I'm in!"
"....Since you put it that way...I'm in!"




"Excellente! Cause we're the first match and it's about to start! I just know we're gonna kick some serious---"

Suddenly, a white light flashes....and Dan & Volstagg are gone!

"Dan? Volstagg? Where'd they go? Uh-oh...this...this is no bueno. Oh man, I hope the first opponent is easy...."



"DIE ONE THOUSAND DEATHS!"


Next - Dan & Volstagg enter the Traitor Game!

Because you asked for it---Blade vs Demitri! - Darkstalkers Chronicles #24

[Jeremi]

"Nice, and here I thought I'd finally gotten away from psychos trying to kill me." Said one amongst their numbers, although it seemed more like the subtle whine of one resigned to his lot in life. Proceeding to crack his knuckles, he took a few glances around. "How about I just beat up everyone here and we call it a day?"

Jedah would float down among the players as Gene spoke up.



“If only it would be that simple, but the rules say that the only killing is to be instrumented by the traitors among you.”

[Indigo Al]

Prologue continued...

Inside the warehouse, the object of Dutch and Linn's attention waited patiently.



The young mother knew others where inside the structure, hunting her and her eggs, her future progeny. Some of these, her ancient enemies.


And others?



Aunt may approached the Xenomorph queen with two large spherical objects in hand. The Queen hissed and reared in surprise and hostility, slime dripping from her jaws.


"Hello, dear! I brought you cookies and a nice cup of tea!" Aunt May then tossed the objects at the ... feet... of the Queen:



The Queen regarded the heads of the Predators, her formidable ancient enemies, and then looked back at Aunt May. She stood down.

TBC....

[Chris Lang]

District Courthouse
Prosecutor Lobby No 3
9:50 AM

{Music: 'Neverending Overture', though any Courtroom Lobby theme will do}.

Betty Brant Leeds, known to many as Betty Brant once more after the untimely death of her husband Ned Leeds, paced nervously in the lobby.

How had this come to pass? Just yesterday, she and several staffers from the Daily Bugle were attending a press expo. Then suddenly, her boss was charged with murder. And now she was here, forced to testify for the prosecution.

"This isn't right!" Betty exclaimed. "I know Mr. Jameson! He may be a slave driver at times, and he might be a bit of a grouch, but he's not a murderer!"

"I don't know. The prosecution has a really good case against him." said the journalist next to her. He was an eccentric bald-headed man named Spark Brushel, whom Betty had met at the expo. For some reason, he always smelled of mint. "'Notorious News Paper Editor Murders Superhero Impersonator', end quote."

"I don't care how good the prosecution's case is!" Betty replied. "I just know she's wrong about Mr. Jameson!"

{Music: 'Congratulations, Everybody!'}

"Hey, don't get yerself all worked up, City Girl!" said the southern accented woman in the room with them. "There's still a good chance yer boss might get off, seein' how that spiky-haired Phoenix guy is the one defendin' him."

"That Phoenix Wright guy has this way of turnin' things around, and findin' a whole other culprit. Either way, I've still got a good story, reckoncourse! Fact is, I'm not even surprised this happened at the expo. Wherever Lotta Hart goes, there's always a story to be found. A big scoop to be had!"

"Shh. We need to hear the opening statement." Brushel motioned them to the TV monitor, where the prosecutor for the case, Franziska von Karma, was making her opening statement.

{Music: Any 'beginning of Trial' music can go here}

"J. Jonah Jameson, publisher of New York's Daily Bugle, is known around the nation for two things. One for always speaking his mind, and the other for his long-standing hatred of the costumed vigilante known as Spider-Man."

"Yesterday, at the press exposition attended by Jameson and several of his journalist colleagues, one of the actors hired to provide entertainment made a fatal mistake."

"Benjamin Miguel Morales, security guard at the Sunshine Stadium, dressed in a Spider-Man costume and dropped a net over Jameson towards the end of his speech. Jameson was notably incensed, and charged off after Morales in a rage. Soon afterward, the foolishly foolish fool of a newspaper publisher strangled Morales to death behind the stadium."

"I hereby present the murder weapon ... J. Jonah Jameson's necktie."

The necktie was then entered into the court record.

Betty could only sit there as Detective Dick Gumshoe was called to testify. She knew that after Gumshoe's testimony was finished, it would be her turn.

(To be continued)

[michalecs]

"Finally, a tag team partner Ah can actually tag without them passin' out! Ah don't know exactly what's goin' on here, but shugah, Ah aim to find out!" Quoth Rogue, landing next to her robotic companion.
"We can do it! I know we can!" Roll replies. "Uhh... does anyone actually clean this place? It looks like it hasn't seen a good dusting in ages!"
"Roll, honey, we got better things to do around here than dustin' and moppin'... more like dustin' and moppin' up the competition!"
"Oh, Right... Let's get to it!"

[Indigo Al]

Aunt May approached the Queen. She dared to take the Queen's claw into her own hand. With her other hand, she grasped her forearm. "There, there....it will be only a little jab...AAARGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" Aunt May recoiled, an utterly inhuman ululating screech emanating from her, as green acid hissed on her hand.

The Queen was motionless. When Aunt May recovered, her hand mysteriously healing from the acid burn, she again regarded the xenomorph. Then she spoke.

"You and I could be sisters, almost. And yet, you remain obstinate by your very nature. We should part, go our separate ways....but the best thing for MY species is to join our lot with YOU - the perfect killing machine, spreading throughout the very stars.....I will yet find a way to give you an embryo...

For the greater glory of The BROOD."



It was then that gunshots where heard, shouts of "There they are!" screamed. As though they were enjoying a cup of tea before a game of bridge, the two Queens commenced the clean, quick slaughter of Dutch and Linn. Not long afterwards, when the Queen of the Brood resumed the standard human form of her host, a force teleported them to a new environ.


OOC: Yep, you guessed it! You're not just dealing with Aunt May here - you're dealing with a Brood Queen!

[Chris Lang]

District Courthouse
Courtroom No. 4
10:10 AM

Gumshoe's testimony was short and to the point. He had testified that Jameson stormed off after the victim in a rage, chasing him down the hall. Shortly thereafter, the victim was found strangled to death in the lot behind Sunshine Stadium, with the necktie wrapped around his neck. Jameson was found roaming the halls by the stadium security, minus the necktie he had been wearing a half hour earlier.

After some pressing, fingerprint analysis and the autopsy report for Benjamin Miguel Morales were entered into the Court Record. The only fingerprints on the necktie belonged to J. Jonah Jameson.

Gumshoe was dismissed, and Franziska called Betty Brant to the witness stand.

"State your name and profession for the court."

"My name is Betty Brant. I'm a reporter for the Daily Bugle." Betty tried not to betray how nervous she was.

"The witness will testify as to the defendant's motive." Franziska said.

Betty gulped. She was not looking forward to this. She had spoken with the defense attorney, Phoenix Wright, yesterday during his investigation. Even though he had forced her to tell stories of Jameson's more over-the-top anti-Spider-Man endeavors, such as the incident with Smythe's first Spider-Slayer robot, Mr. Wright still seemed to believe in Jameson's innocence. Despite this, she was worried that what she might say on the stand would make the case against her employer worse.

But she had no choice. She had to speak.

{Music: Testimony/Questioning - Moderato. Choose whichever is your favorite}

"My employer J. Jonah Jameson has hated Spider-Man for years."

"Hold it!" Phoenix Wright shouted. "Why does your employer hate Spider-Man?"

"He says it's because he believes Spider-Man is a glory-seeking phony. Mr. Jameson's also said that since Spider-Man conceals his identity behind a mask, that means he can't be trusted. Some of the general public believe him, while others think Jameson's anti-Spider-Man crusade is just a means of selling more papers."

"And what do you believe?" Phoenix asked.

"I ... try to stay out of it." Betty said. "But Spider-Man's done a lot of good for the city. A week ago, he helped me bring the true Hobgoblin, Roderick Kingsley, to justice. He helped me clear my husband's name."

"So you would say your employer's persecution of this 'Spider-Man' is unfair?" Franziska asked.

"I was getting to that..." Betty replied, and continued with her testimony.

"Over the years, Mr. Jameson's tried a number of schemes to expose Spider-Man as a fraud or a crook, or uncover his true identity." She was relieved when she was not pressed on this point. She went on.

"When things between them got out of hand, Spider-Man would humiliate Jameson by webbing him up in his office."

"HOLD IT!" Phoenix shouted. "Webbing him up? You mean he used his webbing to restrain Jameson?"

"Yes." Betty nodded. "The webbing would dissolve in an hour's time, so no harm was done. Aside from Mr. Jameson being embarrassed, I mean."

"How often did this happen?" Phoenix asked.

"Quite often, in the early days. Jonah was a lot more obsessed back then. And Spider-Man would respond by webbing him and embarrasing him. I lost count of how many times it happened, actually. But it's been a long time since things were that out of control."

WHIP-CRACK!

Franziska cracked her whip in Phoenix's direction. "Foolishly foolish fool who foolishly dreams of foolish dreams. I won't allow even three seconds of useless testimony to be uttered in my presence!"

The Judge spoke up. "Mr. Wright, is this line of questioning going anywhere?"

"I assure you that it is, your honor." Phoenix said, and then continued. "So do you believe Mr. Jameson would know Spider-Man's webbing when he encountered it?"

"I'm sure that he would." Betty said. "And I would too. I was the one who had to free Mr. Jameson from the webbing when he couldn't wait an hour for the webbing to dissolve."

Phoenix nodded. "Do you know what the webbing is made of?"

"Not precisely, though our staff does have pictures. Here's a close picture taken by our photographer Peter Parker." Betty then presented a close-up photograph of Jameson webbed to his chair.

"The court accepts this photograph into evidence." the Judge said. "Ms. Brant, you may continue with your testimony."

"At the expo, the hired Spider-Man impersonator dropped a net onto Mr. Jameson. The net was clearly designed to look like webbing. It was only meant to be a joke, but Mr. Jameson didn't find it funny. He threw off the net and stormed down the hall."

"I suppose it's possible Jameson snapped and thought it was the real Spider-Man. He has been under a lot of stress lately."

"OBJECTION!" Phoenix Wright shouted.

{The music stops at this point}

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