Traitor Game L: Existential Crisis

[Chris Lang]

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Schornforce 06-08-2007 06:28 PM

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Pig Prologue cont'd:



"Don't cry for me Argentina
The truth is I never left you
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance--"

*Piggy is mildly distracted as sobbing is heard*

"And as for fortune, and as for fame
I never invited them in
Though it seemed to the world they were all I desired

They are illusions
They are not the solutions they promised to be
The answer was here all the time
I love you and hope you love me

Don't cry for me Argentina--"

*The sobbing gets considerably louder as Piggy looks around some more occassionally making a 'sssssh' noise*

"Th-The truth is I never left you
(whispering) will you knock it off?!!!!
All through my wild days
My mad existence
I kept my promise
Don't keep your distance"

*The sobbing turns into loud bawling and Piggy gets EXTREMELY upset*

"ALRIGHT?!!! WHO'S CRYING?!!!"



"*BAWL* IT'S US. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S DECENT-- STOP SINGING!!! We beg of you!!!"

"WHAT?!!! I'll have you know I am celebrated the world over!!!"

"Yeah, but only as Christmas dinner. Haw haw haw haw!"

"THAT DOES IT!!!!"

*Miss Piggy stomps her, um... hefty... foot, causing the balcony set to crumble*



"Sheesh. Beauregard. Please clean up the stage for the next number! Oh, and get the Pig out of there, willya?"

Beauregard sweeps the rubble off the stage, but there's no sign of Piggy anywhere.

"Huh. That's weird-- where DID she go?"

[Chris Lang]

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Schornforce 06-08-2007 06:34 PM

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Pig Prologue (conclusion):



"Hnh. This whole thing seems like a setup to one of those Traitor Games. Well, at least I'm not involved this time.

I'll put a stop to them soon, blast them all."



"Did someone say to blast them all? Hahahahahaha!!!"

"NO!!!!"

*earth-shattering explosion as poor Bruce Wayne bites the dust once more*



"DARN IT, CRAZY HARRY!!! WILL YOU STOP BLOWING UP THE GUEST STARS!!!"

"Okay, I'll blow up the host, instead. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!"

*earth-shattering explosion #2*

[Chris Lang]

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kain5252 06-08-2007 06:50 PM

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Greed Prologue:


Greed sitting at a table with a bottle of booze and a single shot glass. He had an amused and arrogant smirk on his face as his feet were plopped up on the table. "Well now, I think its about time to get things underway. Besides its getting kinda boring around here anyway".

Getting up, he spun around on the heel of his boot and headed towards the door casually. Opening the door he stepped through, but soon found something to be missing... like the floor. "What the hell-" Greed soon found himself falling through a pitch black void. He then slammed into an invisible and very hard floor. "Dammit" he growled as he got off the the invisible flooring.

"Where the hell am I?" Greed said looking around then looked up to see a large neon sign that read 'The Traitor Games'.

[Chris Lang]

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darkkeeperjr 06-08-2007 11:16 PM

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Prologue Pan

A gaping hole from here to somewhere stood between two trees. Pan marched between two long lines of lost boys to stand at the entrance of the hole.above him whispering words of doom and encouragement flew Bling, she was one of the sweetest and meanest fairy in neverland. Bling watched as ten fairies darted back from the other side of the hole. they reported that the hole was not a maw nor were there pirates on the other side.

As long as the hole wasn't certain death,pan didn't really care where it went. he held his finger to his lips for silent."Lost boys!" they all stiffen. "It may be many hours or years in till i return". he picked a twig off the ground. I give the stick of leadership to....Runty!" The lost boys smiled.Runty who was three was the smallest boy on the island and someone had said maybe the cutest. Giving the stick of leadership to Runty was like giving him a suicide mission. When Pan left,there would be a fight over the twig. there way no way that Runty could come out of a challenge alive. "Good luck cute boy" Bling said as she and Peter half walk/half flew in to the hole.

[Chris Lang]

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Chris Lang 06-09-2007 06:34 PM

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Prologue: Spider-Girl



Your name is May "Mayday" Parker, and you are the daughter of the original Spider-Man.

Since you discovered you'd inherited your father's spider-like abilities, and assumed the costumed identity of Spider-Girl, your life has been...

Wait a minute. Do I really need to narrate all this to myself in second person? I guess I'd sort of gotten into the habit of doing this, even before I discovered I had spider-powers.

Anyway, lately it seems my life has gotten more complicated than before. My dad's old enemy the Hobgoblin came out of retirement and tried to kill me. He sent Raptor and the Ladyhawks to the hospital. My dad came out of retirement to help me -- he's done that before, and that RARELY works! -- and we beat him -- but the Hobgoblin's still at large.

And now my mom's all freaked out saying I shouldn't be out risking my life any more. When my dad donned the suit again to help me, she was at home scared that one of us wouldn't come back. She begged me to stop, saying the stress had gotten to be too much.

My dad's had a talk with her, and says I've earned the right to continue as Spider-Girl. But now I'm wondering if maybe I should just take a break from the web-slinging for a little while.



Mayday stared at Manhattan from the side of a building. So far, this outing had been a dull one. Aside from the one purse snatcher she had webbed up, Spider-Girl had not come across any criminals this morning.

I guess now I should go home, maybe catch up with Courtney and see if she's heard from Moose...

But just as she was thinking this, her world suddenly went white. When the whiteness cleared, her surroundings had changed...

OOC: This is a shorter one than I had in mind, but it serves to let us know that Spider-Girl's been taken from a time period right between Spider-Girl #100 and LAST PLANET STANDING.

[Chris Lang]

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Weirdopky 06-09-2007 08:24 PM

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Now, to continue this with my third and final piece.

After having been upgraded by James Bond, Santa was on his way to the traitor games. He was flying through the air at amazing speeds, acting like a teenager on prom night.

HOOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLLLLLLLLYYYYYYYY CCCCCRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAPPPPPPP!! Wow, this baby can go insanely fast. If only I had the guys from Pimp My Ride put in a 40' screen or give it a custom paint job, or maybe even a snow cone machine, then I'd be even better. Now, on to the traitor games.

He then notices the "Hyperdrive" Button, and pushes it. Suddenly, the sled shoots off, and he travels through a hole, like what you'd see in Star Wars. Then, he and his sled begin to float in this weird white abyss.

Wow, I guess I went too fast. Damnit.

Then, out of nowhere, He's teleported to Asgard, no sled along for the ride.

Damnit, my sled's gone. Still, I'm here. Now I have to sit and wait.

Just then, he notices to tiny men wearing a green and a yellow jumpsuit. They both seem to be confused about what's going on.

Hmmm, so they're in this game? Well, they'll go down with the rest of it. Now, if only I could get in touch with a member of the XIII, then maybe we could start this "TG takedown."

So yeah, that's it for me till we start on Monday.

[Chris Lang]

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tangentman 06-09-2007 11:54 PM

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The recent past: Madame Xanadu's shop

The Phantom Stranger gestured toward the bookcase that strangely swung open. Behind the bookcase loomed the interdimensional void which first brought the Slayer and the Champion to Xanadu's home. "Faith, Tara...we must tarry no longer. The time has come for your journey."

Tara shivered when she saw where the portal lead. Steps spiraled up from the entry and into the void. What little she saw of the void hinted at a realm where conventional laws of reality were cast aside. The closest thing Tara had ever seen was the ether which she'd briefly glimpsed with Willow two years ago. At least, two years as she knew it, based on what little she'd gleaned from her hostess and traveling "companion". "I've never seen such...emptiness."

Faith frowned at the Stranger and Xanadu, before tersely grunting, "Yeah, there's a whole lotta empty goin' on." The Slayer cut her eyes at Angel, seeking the slightest excuse to defy the creepy fortune teller and the guy in the fedora. "Just say the word, Angel, and I'll tell Elvira and Gotherace where to stick their marching orders."

However, Angel merely shook his head. "I hate it, too, Faith, but Nimue's usually right about these things. She's got a reason for sending you...wherever you're going." Angel scowled at the Stranger with menace in his eyes. While he reluctantly trusted Xanadu, he still didn't like the Stranger. "I don't have to say what's gonna happen if they both come out of this less than unharmed."

Xanadu stepped between the women and the men. "The Phantom Stranger will lead them true, Liam. I would not frivolously divert Tara Maclay from her final resting place, were the natural order not already perverted by Mojo and Spiral." She met Tara's gaze with sad eyes. "I've met few in my long life who ever deserved Heaven as much as you. However...I must deny you eternal peace for a greater good. At least for now."

The immortal Seer held out a cloak of falcon feathers and a simple ring to Faith. "Faith Lehane--you need these where you must go. For a brief time, you shall be more than Slayer. The cloak will mark you as a 'Chooser of the Slain'. The ring will grant you free passage throughout Valhalla."



Xanadu stood aside and gestured at the void. "Now begins your journey, to a land of mythical heroes and gods--to fabled Asgard!" Tara's lips turned up in an odd, lopsided smile. Looking ahead, she said, "If it's death or a 'Traitor game'...I guess I'll take Valhalla."

TBC

[Chris Lang]

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Donald M. 06-10-2007 01:10 AM

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Meanwhile, On Mojoworld



"So then I pull the bag off and it's some skinny redhead with the IQ of sour milk. I think she was on show on MTV, one of the Real Worlds or something. Anyway, it was the Organization, they freed Dawn and turned her over to Dead Boy and the Hot Chick. Messed my plans up real good."




"Well Mojo, you were warned. The Organization doesn't play around."

Mojo: "Neither do I."

Mystery Figure: "Since when?"

Mojo: "Touche. But wait, it gets weirder! Turns out it was never Dawn to begin with! It was that lezzie chick, the Witch's girlfriend! Apparently the Phantom Stranger put her under some illusion spell! Why? Why does that guy do anything? I swear, he keeps sticking his nose in it's gonna get bitten off one of these days. Worst part though is I lost a valuable employee in Spiral. Replacing her won't be easy."

Mystery Figure: "I hope that's not why you asked me here."

Mojo: "What? No, don't be silly. I have a replacement in mind, I just hope he proves worthy. I don't have time to waste. Speaking of which, this thing with the Organization could get pretty nasty. You don't think your boss . . .?"

Mystery Figure: "No, I don't."

Mojo: "Right, right. Just thought I'd ask. Now here's what I've got in mind: The Traitor Game meets Big Brother meets Survivor. I want you to help me run it."

Mystery Figure: "....................."

Mojo: "Take your time, take your time. Think it over, think it over. Gonna take months to set this thing up anyway."

Mystery Figure: "Okay, I'll . . . . consider it."

Mojo: "All I can ask. Now, the new Traitor Game's starting up and I cut a sweet deal for exclusive broadcast rights. Wanna stick around and watch, I got beer and pretzels!"

Mystery Figure: "Look, I've got to get back to [DELETED] before I'm missed. I'll give your offer due consideration. Don't call me, I'll call you."

[Chris Lang]

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Jeremi 06-10-2007 02:03 AM

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Since I’ll be gone in the beginning I’m writing a second prologue introducing Havik and Gan Ning to each other. And thank you everyone for the be wells and good lucks I really appreciate it.

Prologue II: The introductions

Arriving at Valhalla Gan Ning and Havik noticed that they weren’t the only ones who had arrived, but before they could mingle with the others they had to introduce themselves to each other. After an awkward silence Gan Ning decided to break the ice.

“Well since we are working together in this Traitor Game it would be best if we knew each others names.” Gan Ning gave out his hand. “My name is Gan Ning! I’m a former pirate and no working as an officer for the Wu kingdom.”

Havik gave a quick glance at Gan Ning’s extended arm but decided to ignore it. “I’m Havik, Cleric of Chaos and that’s all you need to know simpleton.”

“Hey, what the heck is your problem! Here I’m trying start a normal conversation and you start to talk trash. I had just enough of you!” Drawing his sword Gan Ning charged towards Havik who takes out his morningstar sending the unprepared Gan Ning flying. Havik lifts Gan Ning to his feet.

“As Cleric of Chaos it’s my mission to cause dissention from within, it was only in jest. Let us join the others and forget this little incident.”

“Fine…but I’m still keeping an eye on you.”

As they were walking Havik thought to himself. “If everyone is that easy to manipulate then this will be effortless! Muahahahahahahahaha.”

“What are you laughing for?”

“What? O it was nothing…sucker.”

OOC: And because I’m going to day here’s some words of encouragement in Swedish: Lycka till och må Odin se efter er.

[Chris Lang]

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Eternal Torment 06-10-2007 09:02 AM

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Location: Unknown Realm
Searching.....two lifeforms.
.....profile matches that of Zero.
ERRORERRORERRORERRORERR-

"What a goddamned nuisance.As I was saying, the Superior has ordered us to use him in order to finish up our plan."

"Why do they persist in sending in spies to gather intel on us? It's useless."

"But really, to do what the Superior asks of us is hard. The tasks he sends us on....do they really have a purpose?"

"When you think about it, it does form a pattern. All of the people we terminated could threaten it. And if our goal is to create it, then shouldn't we protect it with every fiber of our being?"

"True. But let's not dwell on this now. We have a mission to complete."

[Chris Lang]

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GoGo Yubari 06-11-2007 04:52 AM

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Disclaimer: The following prologue takes place after the final episode of the second season of Avatar: the Last Airbender. As such, there are spoilers abound (even if the second season has been over for over half a year now, as someone who is spoiler-paranoid myself I felt a warning was worth giving). Do feel free to scroll past this prologue at your own leisure if you wish to avoid said spoilers, or conversely just aren't that interested in some filler comedy regarding a certain ditzy martial artist. Thank you for your time.




Prologue: Ty Lee

"And here we have the glorious Upper Ring, where all of the richest and most successful members of our society reside," remarked the chirpy tour guide as she led two young women through the streets of what was, just mere days ago, the lynchpin of the Earth Kingdom, the huge, sprawling cityscape of Ba Sing Se.

The first girl, wearing pink robes and happily following along whilst doing a handstand for no other reason than just feeling like it, made appreciative "ooh" and "aah" noises in response. The other, a taller and slimmer girl wearing long, flowing robes and a seemingly near-permanent scowl on her face, wasn't quite as impressed.

"Yes, we know. Princess Azula took over this place two days ago, this is even where we're staying right now! Are you going to keep boring us by stating the obvious or are you going to manage to somehow find something interesting to talk about? I don't even know why I'm here..."

The pink-clad girl, in response, flipped back onto her feet and gave her friend a disapproving pout. "Mai, you promised me you'd come on this tour with me! If you complain, Joo Dee's going to get mad!"

Mai paused and stared at the tour guide, who just had the exact same frighteningly cheery grin on her face that she had displayed for the entire tour thusfar. Excessive cheer was one thing, but this woman was downright creepy. "... no, Ty Lee, I think it would take a lot more to get her mad. Or any emotion other than nauseatingly happy."

Ty Lee ignored her friend's comment, instead opting to twirl around the street, seemingly trying to get a glimpse of the entire view from where they were. "Besides, this city's so nice-looking, and everyone's auras are really bright and vibrant! I mean, aside from that area where all the poor people are. You should be having fun, Mai!"

Mai raised one eyebrow in response. "... since when have you ever known me to have fun, Ty Lee?"

"... ooh, good point," Ty Lee conceded, "but that doesn't mean you shouldn't try to have fun! Life's like a big adventure, you know? Especially ours, what with all the... you know, escorting a princess and hunting down the Avatar and beating up uncute warrior women and taking over cities and everything. So you should always look on the bright side, because you never know when something big might happen!"

I bet this sounds like an incredibly convenient line to say right before being whisked away with a bright flash, off to face a new an unknown situation, doesn't it? My, aren't you the clever reader, you. Actually, the flash and the ditzy girl's subsequent disappearance managed to do two very surprising things; first of all, it got Joo Dee to make a new facial expression (that of utter confusion, not to mention fear that she lost one of the girls she was supposed to be escorting), and moreover, it actually made the stoic, emotionless Mai's jaw drop, a little.

After a good twenty seconds of attempting to silently figure out what happened to her childhood friend, Mai finally managed to speak up. "... Princess Azula is going to blame me for this, isn't she."

[Chris Lang]

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Indigo Al 06-11-2007 07:02 PM

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Asgard! The realm Eternal! Its majesty gleams throughout the Cosmos!



In Valhalla’s Great Hall, The All-Father Odin sat on Lidskjafr, brooding anxiously about the events to come. All major gods of Asgard, and the dead noble souls of Valhalla, led by Harokkin the Brave, stood assembled in their finest warrior garb to attend the opening of the Traitor Game. The cruel Norns had spun their threads, and there was no avoiding the events about to take place.

“Art thou ready, All-Father?” said a disembodied voice.

Odin looked up. In unceremonious, arrogant fashion, Hela, grim goddess of Death, manifested in the Player’s Tavern!

“Aye, Hela, I am prepared for thy base treachery!”

“Now, now, my liege!” the goddess smiled. “I be merely bound by the will of the Norns, as thou art. Of course, I am quite thrilled at the prospect of annexing Valhalla. I, who do nothing more than rule over the mindless and miserable dead of the Realm – to have the chance to add this golden hall and all the nobility contained within into my demesnes….it doth lift my spirits greatly!”

The assembled warriors began hissing and booing.

“Silence, miserable boors!” she hissed back.

Odin said nothing in response. With stern resolve, he raised his mighty hand. In a sizzling, crackling awesome flash of light and Kirby dots, 24 incredible beings from various universes appeared in the middle of the Hall!

Havik and Gan Ning (Mortal Kombat)
Laharl (Disgaea)
Grimlock (Dinobots)
Burger King
Spider Girl (MC2-verse)
Hotaru (Samurai Deeper Kyo)
Peter Pan
Thorpool (Marvel)
Dwight Schrute (The Office)
Apocalypse (Marvel)
Megaman (videogame)
Ty Lee (Avatar: The Last AirBender)
Roy Lincoln (alternate DC)
Greed (Full Metal Alchemist)
Kamen Rider Odin (Kamen Raida)
Rocky Balboa
Spider Man (Marvel)
Bob & Karl (agents of AIM and Hydra - Marvel)
Ms. Piggy (Muppets)
Ares (Marvel)
Tara Maclay (BtVS)
Bo (Cursed)
Cyborg Santa (Traitor Game V Host)

[Chris Lang]

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Indigo Al 06-11-2007 07:14 PM

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“Mighty beings, I bid thee welcome to Valhalla, the Hall of Heroes!” said Odin. “I am Odin All-Father, Lord of Asgard. Well met! Aye, I greet thee all, e’en those of you known to be scoundrels and varlets,” He cast his eye to Apocalypse, Havik, and others considered to be villains. “And e’en those of you who are the Agents of H.E.L.A.”

“Indeed, All-Father,” Hela continued with a cruel smile. “My agents are amongst you, and should they succeed on killing you all on my behalf, Valhalla shall be annexed to my dread realms! Shall I place it in cold, misty Niffleheim, or would it look nice in hot, burning Hel?”

Turning to the players with a dead evil stare, she said “Mistake not my frivolity. The stakes be too high for you to fail. If you do, all of Asgard’s noble dead shall know what it is to suffer eternal torment. And its noble fallen warriors shall serve my cause come Ragnarok!”

The Players were silent. The stakes of the Game sank in - those who cared to see the forces of good prevailed were worried.

“Be light of heart, brave Players!" said Odin "We of Asgard constantly face grim destinies and dangerous battles with a song in our hearts. In the face of impossible danger and evil, the greatest weapons we bring to war are our courage, honor and nobility. Odin expects no less from any of thee!”

"Above all, Valhalla shall rely upon your wisdom and cunning. Shouldst thou arrive at consensus and vote correctly for the Agents of H.E.L.A., they shall be banished, and thou wilt have succeeded in thine grave task."

“Until then, pray step into the Player’s Tavern – mine hospitality awaits thee. As the game unfolds, I invite thee to bask in the splendor of Valhalla and Asgard! Bards will sing of thine glorious deeds and adventures for ages to come!”

Before they stepped into the Tavern, the Players took in Odin’s words. They gazed around them at the grand celestial architecture of Valhalla, at the impossible magic of cosmic myth and legend come to life. All of them, even the vilest, blackest villainous hearts, were moved for the moment. With raised fists, guns, blades, the Players’s shout was heard throughout the Realm Eternal:

FOR ODIN! FOR ASGARD! FOR VALHALLA!


OOC: GO!

[Chris Lang]

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The Purple Skull 06-11-2007 07:34 PM

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"You there! Odin! (Prounced incorrectly as 'Odeen') Yeah you, beard boy. You think you can just waltz into our business and take us away without question in order to satisfy your own personal needs? Uh-Uh! Not under my watch buddy! For all we know I could be in the midst of taking over the world in the name of HYDRA. Or I could be scoring with a sexy lady. Hail Hydra~! Anyway, I DEMAND to know why you chose us specifically for your games!"


"You demand?! You demand?! Oh no, please. You do NOT demand anything from Odin."

(Karl begins bowing repeatedly in front of Odin.)

"Mighty Odin. All-Father. Please excuse this man. He...is an idiot.



"I resent that."

"I really don't care. Whatever you need us to do, we will do it."

"You see, that lack of initiative will never get you anything past your custodian job in AIM."

"I'm an engineer!""

"I think Odin (Pronounced as Odeen by Bob again.) appreciates the proactive approach I am taking. If he disagrees, then may he strike me with lightning right now!"

(Karl begins slowly backing away from Karl. However, he goes too far and gets magically transported back to Bob.)

"Oh crap on a stick."

[Chris Lang]

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Superheroic 06-11-2007 07:40 PM

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Ares strode into the Player's Tavern examining the structure, not for its beauty or majesty, but searching for its tactical advantages and weaknesses. He noted the other Players. A motley crew if he had even seen one. He sneered, most were merely mortal.

"Fear not Odin," Ares' voice thundered, "For Ares, God of War is among your chosen." Ares drew a sword from his back and pointed it toward Hela. "Know this Death-Goddess, when this Game is at an end, so too will you be!"

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Froggy 06-11-2007 07:42 PM

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Megaman was shocked. I guess this would be what Roll called irony? After he says he's tired of fighting he's dragged into.........a hall for fighters. "Heh....it IS kind of funny.....especially those two" He said, referring to Bob and Karl

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darkkeeperjr 06-11-2007 07:45 PM

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Pan raced to the bar and was the first in the face of the Bartender with bling the fairy as a close second. "I'm a grown warrior and i want a grown-up drink!" as the bartender step back to mix,Bling flew around his eyes and ears whispering exciting. The Barkeep poured Pan a large Root Beer in one of the biggest drinking glass that he had. The foam pooled around the glass as he placed it down. Pan snatched the glass up and took two noisy gulps.

Pan then spun around in his chair to show everyone that he was drinking a grown up drink as he smile while giving the rest of the patrons the thumbs up sign.