Blademaster scratches his head and looks down onto the field, pondering his next move.
"So, Andrew and Kyle have joined..." he muses, rubbing his stubbly chin. That makes a total of seven other 'players.'
Getting an idea, Blademaster takes out his cell phone and dials a number.
"...Dante? Yeah, it's me. I need to enlist your... elite agents. ...Oh, it's just for a little game... Yes, yes, I KNOW you're busy, but you can let them take a few minutes off work, can't you? ...Ugh, you're worse than a loan shark, you know that? You've got a deal. ...Good. Send them to these locations..."
Blademaster lists several different coordinates, and then hangs up and sits back, waiting for the show to begin...
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Two minutes later...
FINLAND
Mikachu stumbles backwards in wide-eyed fear as a short, stout humanoid with beady eyes, a gorilla-like limb structure, and a broad, toothy grin, clad in all black breaks through his wall.
"Hungry..." the creature says with a maniacal grin. "Need FOOD!"
A scream echoes out of Mikachu's house; blood splatters against his wall and windows shortly before his waning screams are drowned out by grotesque sounds of chewing and crunching.
BRISBANE
Andrew glares across his living room at his unwelcome visitor: a tall, bearded man with an eyepatch, clad in some sort of a militant uniform.
"Who are you, and why are you in my fucking house?" Andrew demands.
The man merely smiles and draws a court sword from his sheath.
"Wh-"
CHNK!
Andrew's mouth barely opens to speak before the tip of the coursword is through it and out the back of his neck.
NEW ZEALAND
Firepokemon lays in his bed, reading a magazine, when the door flies open and in steps a ravishing woman with a shapely body, flowing black hair, and a low-cut dress revealing the top halves of her breasts, situated between which is an odd tattoo...
"Hey, who the fuck are you!?" firepokemon demands, bolting up.
The woman merely smiles seductively and sashays up to his bed, placing a finger on his chest...
And then, like rubber, her finger elongates into a thin spear that shoots right through the man's heart, then retracts.
Firepokemon's eyes widen; he looks down at the blood-spurting hole in his torso, then back up at the woman; she winks and blows him a kiss just before his eyes roll back in his head and he slumps over, dead.
CANADA
Knight of Time is sitting in his living room, playing The Wind Waker, when a voice behind him speaks up:
"Nice place you got here..."
Knight of Time drops his controller and spins around, seeing a lanky man in a black, open jacket, black jeans, and shades. His hair is short and jet-black, and seems unnaturally jagged... just like his teeth.
"Who are you?!" Knight of Time asks, his heart pounding.
"That ain't your business, pal." the man replies snidely. "Just gimme all your money and I won't hurt you... much."
"And if I refuse...?" Knight of Time replies, his eyes narrowing.
"Well, if you refuse... I do... this." the man replies, pounding his fists together; upon contact, his knuckles turn a dull cobalt, which spreads and encompasses his arms, vaporizing his jacket and coating his formerly-lanky form with muscle, before finally enveloping his head, leaving it bald and fanged, with glowing red eyes. Before Knight of Time can even blink, the golem lunges forward and grabs his head in one hand, crushing it between his fingers as though it were a peach.
MINNESOTA
Master of Paradox is at home, browsing websites on his computer, when a young boy in a black T-shirt and shorts enters the room, grinning a fanged grin.
"Play with me!" he demands.
Master of Paradox looks over at the boy, then back at his monitor.
"No. Go play by yourself."
The boy sulks and presses his hands together.
"Fine." he huffs, pressing his hands to the side of Paradox's computer. A blue flash eminates from his hands, and then the monitor, the screen of which warps and shoots outward, spearing two sharp extensions of itself through Paradox's eyes.
AUSTRALIA
Crazy Elf Boy is in his bathtub. It's been a long day, and it's good to finally get a chance to relax...
Unfortunately for Elf, he's not exactly relaxed. In fact, he's down right horrified by the amorphous mass that has formed out of the bathwater in front of him, quickly taking the shape of the upper half of a woman with brown hair and ruby-red lipstick, clad in a purple dress and gloves.
"Don't forget to clean behind your ears..." the woman says in a motherly voice.
before Elf can reply, the water dripping onto his ears from his hair suddenly begins to cool. The chill spreads across his body, and seconds later, he's totally frozen - inside and out.
The woman smirks; one of her hands turns clear and liquid, then takes the shape of a transparent hammer that smashes Elf in the chest.
A noise like a great statue of glass shattering rings throughout the house.
??????????
Inferno_Dragon, bastard that he is, doesn't have a location in his profile, so who knows what he's doing. But in the midst of it, a teenage figure with wild, palm tree-like hair and a voice and body of indeterminate gender interrupted him.
"What the...?!" Inferno gasped.
Before he can think of anything to ask, Inferno is silenced by the sight of the figure transforming into a huge, green, snake-like dragon - and then biting his head clean off and swallowing it whole.
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Seven Homunculi-whacked.
