Poll of the Day > Give me a fictional character. I'll enter them into a Hunger Games sim

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joemodda posted...

Batman, except it's actually Superman disguised as him

There was a pretty good comic about that situation not long ago

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I'm just picturing Baby Yoda sipping tea while he watches this all go down lol.

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wolfy42 posted...

I'm just picturing Baby Yoda sipping tea while he watches this all go down lol.

Depending what was in the package, he may win...
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LinkPizza posted...

Depending what was in the package, he may win...

What? I just figured it was tea:)

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Today was a bitch. But Im off tomorrow. Expect two or three

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Metalsonic66 posted...

There was a pretty good comic about that situation not long ago

Not long ago?

That was the plot of a Batman The Animated Series episode.

Which I wouldn't b surprised if it was in a comic even before that.
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TigerTycoon posted...

Not long ago?

That was the plot of a Batman The Animated Series episode.

Which I wouldn't b surprised if it was in a comic even before that.

The one I'm thinking about was only a year or so ago. Batman, Superman, Lois, and Catwoman go on a date and dress in each other's costumes

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Jen0125 posted...

Perfect:)

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*Sends a care package of Tea to Baby Yoda via parachute*

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Ugh, Im really sorry guys. Tomorrow morning for sure.

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my great friend, micheal cera, ok?

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(Dwight)

The Hunger Games were simple, easy. If you knew what to do. But most people were too interested in staying home, playing on the Nintendos and reading pictures of Kim Kardashian to prepare for disasters, and plagues, and disastrous plagues. Instead of preparing themselves, they watched their Youtubes and porns. Dwight, though, he was ready for everything. Time on his farm has prepared him for this.

While most of the others used the week long training period for the games to learn survival skills, Dwight had taken the time to hibernate, storing up his energy. Hiding.

Waiting.

This hadnt served him well, sponsorship-wise, he earned the lowest preliminary score out of all the contenders, but that was his plan. He was going to slip out from behind everyones expectations and win. All he needed to do was wait.

He looked straight into the air, as if imagining a crew of people were right there.

I got lucky, he said, showing a backpack to his imagined crowd. My pack has everything I need. Flint, toilet paper, a canteen, and he rifled around in there for a moment. This! A small bottle with a camouflage label.
He wasted no time in dumping the entire contents of it all over his body, and almost instantly gagged from the smell.

Its deer urine, he said between heaves.

If there were a camera crew there, it wouldve focused in on the giant warning sign, saying to apply conservatively.

Dwight continued heaving.

(Night Time)

Reeking of deer urine, Dwight trudged through the woods. He had yet to see any of the other opponents, but he was on high alert. He spotted a wet patch of mud by a stream, and smeared it over his body. He took off his shirt and threw it away. It would only make him easier to spot. Instead, he fashioned together a mess of vines and leaves from whatever he could get his hands on. Oak leaves, maple, some vines, some other small plant that had leaves in clusters of three. He was lucky to be in a forest habitat, where all of this was readily available.

Now he was ready.

He snapped his glasses in half. Here, he wouldnt need sight. All he would need was his 5 senses.

And an instinct to kill.

He was a classically trained marine warrior. Well he had read a training manual. Well he had skimmed it. Well he read the summary. Either way, that had supplemented with the youtube videos he had watched.
If there was one thing he knew, it was learning the topography of the land. Just north of the Cornocopia was a hillside that provided a perfect view of most of the arena. That was to be his base. He made his way there, but he was no slouch when it came to crossing potentially dangerous territory. He had a plan.

He took a few paces to the nearest tree, and immediately crouched behind it. He waited for a tense 30 seconds, before ducking and rolling to the next tree. Then ducked and rolled to the next, and the next, and the next.

He was developing a seriously itchy rash on his bare body, his trained instincts telling him danger was approaching, he reasoned. And exactly 64 minutes later, 50 feet him his original position, he found out why.

Cosmo, Wanda, I wish for a tent!

Just ahead, he saw a young boy, no older than 10, sitting on a rock, a carefree smile on his face, with his two talking Fairys.

Sorry Timmy, Da Rules say we cant interfere with any competition, the pink one said.

The green one was busy picking at his teeth with his wand.

The boy huffed. What did I even bring you here for, then? he whined.

Because it would be fun, weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee the green one said with a whimsical smile.

Was Dwight going to go on the offensive? Of course not. His training was designed for facing opponents from 14-17. Going up against an opponent Timmys size would leave him at a severe disadvantage. Instead he wasWait...
Foodsteps.

Well, well, Bayonettas voice came out from the void of night. I thought I wiped out all the angels.
Dwight hid himself.

Out of nowhere, a flurry of bullets hailed from above. Cosmo and Wanda were unaffected, the bullets phasing through their bodies, but Timmy didnt have that advantage. He quickly jumped out of the way, clumsily landing on his back, helpless.

There Bayonetta was, sword in hand, as she looked at his cheekily.

Cosmo, Wanda, do something!

Sorry, both faeries said in trandum.

But, but! he watched the blade come closer and closer to his neck.

Da Rules! the faeries shouted just as Bayonetta ended the boys life.

18 Contestants Remain

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Ahh found him, didn't see Timmy as a contestant at first.

Man Bayonetta is kicking ass.

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Lol bye Timmy

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If fairy parents can't interfere with competition then what about that time they made his friend really good at baseball?

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wolfy42 posted...

Man Bayonetta is kicking ass.

That's my girl!
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Ive been away from my computer. More tomorrow

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(Galactus)

The snowfall came quickly, and the battle royale quickly became a rush to gather as many resources as possible.

Leaves, once lush and green, turned brown and brittle within the hour as the inches of heavy snow crowded their branches. Birds that hadnt already hidden themselves away in tree hollows were dropping left and right, encased in shells of ice. Normally, inclimate weather would have no effect on Galactus, but the games had taken away any powers that were deemed game breaking. While he could still battle it out with the rest of the powerhouses, he couldnt magnify his size and devour the entire arena. The gamers were not on his terms.

The snow subsided, but just as quickly as it came and went, frigid rain fell from above, sapping the heat from his skin, and seeping into his clothes. He would need to find adequate shelter, and soon. He couldnt tie himself to a tree and wait out the weather, he would need to find somewhere protected, not just from the rain, but from the others.

The Cornocopia seemed like it wouldve made a great base of operations, but Galactus had felt the surging waves of power coming from a battle that had taken place there. If the winner hadnt already sequestered themselves away, surrounded by all the weapons they could use, someone else most certainly had. Going there now, without a plan or an alliance, would certainly lead to an arrow straight through the eye.

Galactus made sure to carefully travel downhill. The path was rocky, and with the sleet coating everything in ice, any minor mistake could send him tumbling down, and a single stone hitting his head on the way would be the end. It wasnt just the others he had to worry about, the terrain was possibly his biggest adversary. Not to say that he didnt plan on taking advantage of that, should he come across someone else unwilling to take him up on his offer to team up.

Longer than he wouldve liked to admit, he finally reached the base of the mountain he had initially worked so hard to climb up. If this was how the game was going to go, constantly throwing curveballs at its contestants, then his initial plan of finding a single place from which he could survey as much of the arena as possible would be much more difficult than he had anticipated. This was going to be a long, slow game, one he was determined to win.

Between his cosmic powers allowing him to sense the land, and his own viewpoint from atop the mountain, he knew exactly where he was. There was a lake just a kilometer or two from where he was, and if his senses were correct, a cave not much further from that.

He trudged onward through the snow, weary of the fact that he was leaving giant footsteps in his wake. Though his feet were growing numb, he couldnt get distracted, especially not because he heard something in the distance.

One that seemed to be following him.

A quick survey didnt seem to reveal anything. Whoever it was following him was either small, or a master of staying hidden. It wasnt worth it to go looking for a fight now, the heavy snow was tiring to get through, and his opponent was probably counting on his wearing himself out. Even Galactus himself could be taken down if he werent at 100%. That was why he needed to find food and a place to rest.

He took another step forward. His feet felt resistance. Galactus looked down. A trip wire?

Just a few feet away, a bundle of bells, hastily tied to a tree, jostled. Was this someones security signal? Whoever
set it up, was it so they would know to run or so they could know when to attack.

Armed with only a sharpened stick, Galactus was at a significant disadvantage should someone come at him with a sword, or proper spear. And if they had half decent aiming, and were armed with a bow, he would have almost no choice but to retreat. His shuffling through the snow became more intense. He went through another trip wire, and another bell sounded. He made a mental note to watch his step, and looked down, but then another string caught his torso.

More bells.

It was at this moment that he heard something. This wasnt the thing that was following him earlier. It was something else. Something hissing and rattling.

It came closer and closer.

It was from under the snow.

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Galactus speared whatever it was that was hiding, and the hissing stopped. Pulling out his weapon, he found a snake, mouth agape, eyes still staring at him despite the spear through its spine. Its skulls was at least the size of an apple, and its fangs were dropping a muscous venom. He had been told about these. Muttations. Animals designed by the game makers to give the contestants yet another thing to worry about. Something that size would seriously harm him even without its venom. He shuttered to think what would happen had it bitten him.

But suddenly, more hissing, this time from another direction. Galactus speared the spot he thought he heard it coming from, but came up empty. Suddenly two more, this time form his left. Staying here would be a foolhardy decision, he made a beeline for the lake. He tripped over another wire. And then another. Whoever had been here had made a concerted effort to make sure anyone running would go over as many as possible, and the more bells he sounded, the more snakes seemed to start hissing at him from below the snow.

Galactus bounded around a large tree, but a snake jumped out from the snow in front of him. He dodged it just in time, and reactively speared it straight through the mouth, but before he could pull it out and reclaim his weapon, another two came veering his way. This wasnt good, he had to abandon his weapon, and continued over his path.

The snow and ice did nothing to deter them, they seemed to benefit from it, in fact. The snakes that werent burrowing through the foot of snow were on top, sliding on the ice faster than he could run. He bounded forward, the lake was within his sights now, frozen over, to his dismay but being out there, on open land would be better than being in the frozen tangled woods, where the snakes all seemed to live.

In a last ditch effort, a coiled mass of snakes came at him from a tree branch, and Galactus was knocked to his feet. He balled his fist and hammered down a blow, crushing their slender bodies, before scrambling to his feet and finally getting to the frozen clearing of water.

He didnt let himself walk too far into the frozen surface once he realized that the snakes refused to leave their wooded haven. Were they programmed to behave that way, or was there some other reason? Nevertheless, they gathered en masse, forming a slithering border along the lakes edge, slowly, very slowly, coming closer, more a wall of scales than a collection of reptiles. There was no getting off the lake now, just like there was no hope of getting back to the forest. He was fully visible from all angels now. The snakes, apprehensive to journey onto the snow packed surface of the lake were the least of his long term worries.

The ice cracked beneath his feet.

Shit!

He began running again. Venture too far away from the forest, and he risked the ice cracking beneath his feet even sooner. Get too close to the border of snakes, and they couldve leaped forward and killed him with their venom.

The Hunger Games were more than a battle. It was a survival show.

The ice a few feet ahead crumbled away, and Galactus had to stop in his tracks and turn around, but before he could head in the opposite direction, he saw that he was already stranded, the ice behind him had already shattered, leaving eerie blue, frigid water sending waves over the ices surface.

And just as quickly as that had happened, the very ice beneath his feet gave out.

Galactus was sent into a shock the minute he felt the cold seep into his skin. Something below the surface was picking at his feet, sliding his boots off his feet, nipping at him. Any attempts he made at grabbing hold of the unbroken ice ahead lead to it instantly breaking off, sending him plummeting deeper into the frozen waters. And it was there, just as he finally managed to gasp for breath, he saw it. The one following him.

The small birdlike figure, Punpun Onodera.

He stared at Galactus, rope in hand, clearly aware of the power he held at this moment.

Please, Galactus screamed between chocked gasps. Help! Help!

He had wanted to say so much more. He had wanted to lie and say that he had food hidden in a cache somewhere, and weapons. But his panicking body could only mutter those two words as he was forced to take hurried breaths.

The things beneath the surface continued picking at his toes, momentarily dropping him down before releasing him, as if part of a cruel game, but in the too brief moments Galactus managed to get where he saw above the surface, he watched Punpun slowly casually, walk towards him. Was he going to be saved?

Just as Galactus went to gasp for breath again, his fingers numb beyond anything he had felt before, Galactus got a good look at Punpuns eyes.

The boy didnt care. Just watched, emotionless, as Galactus took his last breath.

17 Contestants Remain

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Recap before the first night:

Deaths:
Randy Orton- Killed by Mia Smoak
Brittney Spears- Strangled by The Doctor
Goku- Tired out by Bayonetta, then killed in an explosion planted by Winnie the Pooh
Milhouse- Took a Poison Dart to the neck by Bobobo
Jack McFarland- Attempted to seduce Goku before the games started, Lost his balance and died in an explosion.
Timmy Turner- Unceremoniously gutted by Bayonetta
Galactus- Fell for Punpun's snake trap, and then drowned.

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Lol, I love the irony of Galactus basically freezing to death even though he can survive in space normally. That rocks:)

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https://imgur.com/a/uafKSB9

I kinda changed Galactus death because what was there didnt make for good fiction on its own without embellishing a bit. Ill have to do that a little more often from here on out, such as giving one particular character an extra kill or two, but make no mistake. If the character died on a specific day in the sim, theyre still set to die there in this. This is just so the entire thing is cohesive, and it like a robot used an RNG to set it up. He died due to freezing here because the PotD gods who chose him nerfed him. I dont make the rules, I swear!

Expect one or two plot progressing chapters before the nights over. These will be much shorter, but will set up everything for Day 2.

BTW, if its not in this novelization, its not canon. So characters running away from others in the Sim dont count.

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XXX NSFW Commander Shepard x Earthworm Jim XXX Scene

The freezing rain only got worse with the sun setting, luckily, Commander Shepard received a care package from a sponsor. A full tent, with a 24 hour invisibility shield, a king sized bed, and super sexy lingerie that kept her 100% warm.

The tent also had a shower and hot tub inside, so she wasnt all smelly and icky from being out in the wilderness.

But she was soooooo lonely. That was until a certain someone came stumbling through the woods.

His rippling muscles bulged through his tight suit, and his kissable face was very kissable and Shepard wanted to kiss it.

Come here, big boy, she said, opening her tent and also her heart and legs. Its nice and warm here.

She wasnt talking about the tent.

Earthworm Jim came inside.

Not the tent

[Redacted]

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(Ronald McDonald)

When he awoke from his nap on his throne in the ruined vestiges of the Cornocopia, Beerus was before him, on his knees, and badly beaten up. The cold rain did nothing to deter the feline, and he flew forward, ready to deliver a strike to Ronald.

Oh? The clown was only momentarily deterred by the attack, catching it in the palm of his hand. Was this still going on? When Ronald started his nap, he was already 4 hours into his spectacle match with the God of
Destruction. He carelessly, way too slowly, brought his fist before Beerus face, but he didnt punch. Instead, he flicked the feline, sending him rocking all the way through the arena, through masses of trees, mountains, waterfalls. Beerus was helpless before Ronalds might. Beerus managed to stop himself just inches away from the arenas edge. Inches away from getting fried.

Fine! Beerus shouted loud enough that everyone remaining could hear him. If I cant beat you fair and square, Ill just destroy this entire arena!

Energy pulsed in his palms. Beerus was far stronger than Goku, and his Ki could be charged to near catastrophic levels near instantaneously.

Ronald McDonald finally got up from his throne.

Even faster than Beerus could react, he was kicked all the way from the edge of the arena back to the spot he was at moments before. There was nothing he could de before the clowns might.

Kill me was all Beerus could mutter.

Tell me, Beerus, how many have you killed?

Kill me was all Beerus could say back.

Ronald picked him up by the scruff of his neck.

How. Many. Have. You. Killed? Ronald repeated between kicks.

I dont know billions.

Ive served over 200 billion burgers to over 99 billion people. Billions of nuggets. Millions of McRibs. Dozens of McDonalds Pizzas. Ive had people stab each other over sauce. You are nothing to me, do you understand?

He dropped Beerus to the mud.

Kill me he muttered once more.

Ronald sneered, then stomped on Beerus skull. He didnt need to say more.

I understand.

Ronald finally smiled. He gingerly brought Beerus back to his feet, tenderly caressing his face. I have a proposition for you

Lightning lit up the ruined clearing. Behind Ronald, standing menacingly amid the boxes and boxes of weapons, bombs, food supplies, and equipment, was Senator Armstrong, Bayonetta, and Winnie the Pooh.

We are the Elite 4. And you Ronald punched Beerus to the ground. Are our pet. You would do well to serve us and make it to the Final 5.

Beerus had no choice but to accept.

(Hank Hill)

Bwaaaaahhhhh

Off in the distance, just outside the ruined destruction, Hank was hiding in a bush.

The strongest five had made an alliance. He had to do something

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I cant believe Pooh is one of the strongest. Haha!
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Pooh absolutely clowned Goku. What did you think?

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I love Ronald being a God

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EvilMegas posted...

I love Ronald being a God

I was wondering about this. Is he getting his power from anyone who has eaten at a McDonalds?
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PK_Spam posted...

Pooh absolutely clowned Goku. What did you think?

If Im being honest, I thought it was one of those smart but not strong things... Until he started surviving punches... Haha.
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I mean, people basically worship mc donalds every time they buy food there, it may be more popular then any other religion at this point. More people tithe to the golden arches.

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More tomorrow. Heres the tiniest shred of a preview...

(Wording subject to change)

Hank let out a sign, then pulled back on Baby Yodas leash. No matter where the two went, the baby always faced the center of the arena. Where the Cornocopia was.

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Bump

Christmas with the family has kept me from my laptop

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZIR1nd60To

Just some inspiration

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@PK_Spam

When's the next update?
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After I stop being dead

sorry >_>

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How is the topic still alive

Guess I better go and update this then >_>

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