Collaborative Fan-Fiction Best of Quacktober

Happy Quackvember!

It's a new month again and time to announce the winner of the collaborative fan-fiction for October.

Despite the many events last month it was nice to see active collaborative fan-fiction. One thread in particular deserves mention: 

Madam Marvelous: Chapter Three -- Midnight Watch (Collaborative -- Open to All)

Congratulations! 

Keep up with the awesome stories!

Note: Participants of other non-winning threads who made outstanding contributions will also receive rewards.

Reminder: Those who still want to contribute individual (non-collaborative) stories will continue to receive Reality Writer reward cards for their effort, and outstanding contributions may be featured on the blog and home page in-game. Furthermore, various types of fan-fiction contests will be organized from time-to-time, so look out for announcements on the Heroes Rising Players page.

Yours Quackily,
SQ

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Trick-or-treating Event Fan-Fiction: "Let's Do the Time Slip Again!! Part Two"

by Madam Marvelous and Slayer B.A.S.
ID# 26130 and ID#13080

Slayer B.A.S. didn't wait for the vampires to reach her. She launched at one, leaping onto its back as she vaulted onto the roof of an ivy-covered mausoleum, and somersaulting into a crouched position. In one maneuver, she made it so that only a limited number of vampires could attack her at one time. One day, I hoped to be half the combatant she was.

I didn't have much time to appreciate Slayer B.A.S.'s tactics, though. Half-a-dozen vampires charged me as well. Their pointy fangs shone in the moonlight, a clear sign they wanted to make me their next meal. Thanks to some training of my own with Arcane Ace, I knew how best to fight many common supernatural threats. Werewolves didn't like silver. Undead didn't like sunlight or faith-imbued items. Vampires were vulnerable to wooden stakes and fire.

Fire wasn't in my repertoire, yet, but wood I could manage. I took the shape of the deadliest creature I could imagine to a vampire, thanks to the writing of J.R. Tolkein. My torso thickened, my skin became dense with thick layers of bark, and my arms became massive branches ending in sharp wooden stakes. I grew as nearly as tall as the oak trees surrounding me and kept the moss growth on top of my head for hair, instead of hanging from my chin like a beard.

Vampires, meet Ent.

I swiped at the closest vamp and skewered it on the tips of my sharpened fingers. It dusted like a puffball mushroom. The other vamps coming my way skidded to a stop, their eyes wide. They weren't the fiercer, more primitive-appearing vampires that were swarming Slayer B.A.S., but they bet they wished they were. I slapped my arms together in a twenty-foot  area attack, trapping four of the vampires in my embrace, then forced wooden spikes out of my branches to pierce their chests. 

Their howls as they turned to dust were grotesque, but strangely satisfying. I continued to fight the undead spawn that came at me, thinking they could break my limbs with ease. Being a living tree, not a dead one, they discovered I bent with their assault, but did not break. Not like they did when I swatted them one by one.

Slayer B.A.S. wasn't holding back either. She flipped and spun like she was performing a professionally choreographed ballet, but at the end of each of her lunges, an ancient vampire fell to pieces, their skulls bouncing off the stone roof and dropping to the ground as they also broke into ash. "Nice technique, Madam. Way to stick it too them."

"Thanks," I said, my voice much deeper and rumbly than I expected. One of the more impressive vampires leapt at her back. "Watch out!!"

"Got it," she said as she bent ever so slightly to one side, letting it fly past her and onto the ground in front of me. "Watch out for their leader. He's wearing an reaally old suit and a top hat."

I raised my arm and smashed down as hard as I could on the fallen vamp's back. He groaned in pain as I pulled back, not dead yet. I hit him again, this time with jagged spurs of wood jutting out from my created limbs. He evaporated into dry, dusty goodness. "What are they after?"

"Something the Spirit of Halloween told him was buried here. The spirit is kind of mad at me for messing up his Halloween fun this year after he possessed E.B." Slayer said after dual wielding two stakes and taking out a pair of vamps at the same time. "He didn't like that I figured out what he was up to."

"You too?" I asked. I'd encountered the Spirit of Halloween on a patrol Director Nova sent me on as well. "I tracked him to Salem and fought a bunch of pumpkins."

"Huh." Buffy shrugged just before kicking a vamp from the mausoleum roof. "I must have just missed you. I have to say, vamps are much easier to clean up after than those pumpkins."

A male figure with a tall Abe Lincoln stovetop hat rose up out of the pit of an open grave. "I've found it. The spirit didn't lie."

"I think we found your big bad," I pointed at the pale man as he climbed out of the hole. "Jump on. I'll do a fastball special with you."

"Oooh. Fun." Slayer B.A.S. hurled herself at my branches as I swung them near her, pulling her away from the throng of vampires that surrounded her. I did my best windup and sent her airborne at our foe. 

"No. No. Not the Slayer," the man said as he stepped backwards, falling into the pit he just escaped.

The Slayer did an Olympic level handspring from where she landed and followed him into the earth. "Yes. Yes. It's the Slayer-," her arm raised up above ground level, stake in hand, and thrust back down in one swift motion, "- Sorry, I didn't catch your name."

The other vampires, hearing the cut of scream of their leader, took off in all directions. I swatted at several as they ran away, letting their dusty remains to be carried off by the light breeze.

Slayer B.A.S. hopped out of the open pit and looked down at her dress. "Fudge. I ripped my dress. I just bought it for a party at the Bronze, New Amsterdam."

"Did he get what he was after?" I asked as I reverted to my super-heroine form.

The Slayer raised up a black ticket that glowed with an unusual orange light. "Yeah. It's one of the invitations to a birthday bash for BADGE. I went to it earlier this year on a special patrol to collect an item for a gift for Director Nova."

"I've heard about it. I hadn't started being a hero until just afterward, but people have said it was a blast. Lots of fun and adventure." I reached out to take it, curious what an invitation to a party for Nova looked like. When my fingers touched it, I too started to glow. "Is it supposed to do that?"

The orange light grew, forming a ball of energy, that coalesced into the Spirit of Halloween. 

You've found my treat, my little trick.

Time to go, you may become a little sick. 

You were not there, so there you can now go. Time to repay a debt I do owe. 

The Mythics he favors and to parties they invite, now I send you to the party that night. 

Ruin his celebration, make him rue the day, make known the Spirit of Halloween's price to pay. 

No more will they ignore me, they shall pay my haunted fee,

Share with Arx how he loses, his plans brought to naught,

Remake the world, my lesson will then be taught!!

My hand started to sparkle and tingle, fading into a nothingness that crawled up my arm and enveloped my body. "What's happening? I feel so strange."

"Madam Marvelous. Hold on. I'll get ahold of BADGE," she shouted as I started to my time slip back to the day of BADGE's party aboard the BADGE space station.

Slayer B.A.S ran to the gate leading out of the graveyard. Eggie sat there waiting in Ecto 1 for me to return. Once she saw the Slayer running for the exit, she climbed out of the car. "Have you seen a woman in a blue and red costume. Maybe a snowy white owl or rhino? She went in there to help a woman in danger."

"Madam Marvelous. Yes. I saw her, but she's disappeared," Slayer B.A.S. called out. "We need to contact BADGE. We might be in for--"

I morphed out of the shape of one of the other tall trees standing near the edge of the graveyard. "No need. It's all OK."

"What?" Slayer B.A.S. said as she skidded to a halt. She looked over her shoulder and back at where she and I had been only moments ago. "Where did you go?"

"To the party. But I'm not some lackey of the Spirit of Halloween's. The magic must have sent me back because I wasn't there the first time. My presence wouldn't cause a paradox, I guess, so when you touched the ticket, the spell didn't activate," I said. I reached into the hole beneath where I had planted myself, removing several packages. "I kept to the background, didn't say anything to Arx or anyone else, and came back to this cemetery to waited for Halloween. Made myself into a tree so I wouldn't mess up any history by being in two places at once, you know. I did manage to get a bunch of party favors from the celebration, though. You were right, it was quite a bash."

And that's how I spent Halloween. Both times. Once fighting alongside Slayer B.A.S. against a bunch of vampires and then as a tree waiting for her to show up again.

How was your trick or treating?

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Rise of the Body Quackers -- Part Five

Part 5: Duckworld

Starmaster and the others roused slowly from their unintended snooze. As they looked around the room, there was no sign of the dark-winged duck.

“Where go?” Catalyst said as he stood up.

Krystal Fae lifted herself telekinetically from the ground and hovered in the air. “It is still in the building.”

They looked toward the door, but it was still closed and locked by the security protocols of the science lab.

Starmaster flipped aside a toppled table, revealing a hole punched through a ventilation grill. He knelt and stared down the silver-lined shaft. “It’s trying to get out of the building. When I was merged with its thoughts, I saw what its plan was. Once it and the other one merge, they will burrow into the earth and dig down to the planet’s core, where they will continue to eat and transform until they are all that is left.”

“What?” Krystal Fae muttered to the room. “Gem got a message to Madam Marvelous. She is with the other ducks now, trying to distract them.”

“We need to get her help. How is one hero going to hold them all back?” Starmaster asked.

“There’s only one now,” Krystal said. “But it is a big one.”

Catalyst pulled a tablet from his pocket and tapped several commands into it. “Satellite feed from her locata… Whoa.”

He turned around the screen so everyone could see the battle between an enormous duck and an equally large yellow Peep. The two giants batted at one another with their wings. The duck’s attacks dented the dense marshmallow fluff but didn’t seem to be doing any significant damage. The Peep fought defensively, thrusting its chest forward to bump the duck back, oftentimes knocking it onto the ground. After one such attack, the Peep threw its body onto the duck and held it to the ground like a sumo wrestler.

“I think she has it under control for now. Let’s do our part and stop the other one.” Krystal Fae said.

“Catalyst. Can you access all BADGE systems with that?” Dr. Henderson asked, holding her hand out to him for the tablet.

Nodding, Catalyst handed her the device, “Yes.”

“Good. I have an idea,” Dr. Henderson poked at the screen several times, working between several different operational systems. She pointed at a location on the building schematics. “Krystal. Can you and Starmaster get here?”

Krystal smiled a wicked smile. “Yes. Yes, we can.”

“Where?” Starmaster asked. "Why?"

“I’ll tell you later,” Krystal said. She telekinetically lifted and handed Starmaster the containment cooler. “Bring that.”

First she, then Starmaster teleported away.

( *U* )

Pinning the giant duck to the ground wasn’t easy as a creature made entirely of marshmallow. While she could move her body through immense concentration, she couldn’t actually feel anything. All her technique came from what she could see, so when the duck swept her legs out from beneath her, Madam Marvelous fell off the duck and rolled into the lake.

Fortunately, marshmallow floats. The duck quickly stood back up and rushed at its opponent, bill wide open and fully intent on taking a large bite out of her. In its rush to reach her, the duck stirred up powerful wake that carried Madam Marvelous further out into the lake, which in turn, slowed the ducks approach.

Struggling to come to her feet, Madam Marvelous eventually bobbed into an upright position. The duck swam closer, its webbed feet paddling beneath the water’s surface, but Madam Marvelous used her wings to propel herself backwards away from it.

The gargantuan duck sneered at her retreat and broke into thousands of smaller, normal sized ducks. They launched into flight and swarmed over her, each one using its bright yellow bill to bite into her. They ripped and tore off her sugary coating and continued to eat away at her marshmallow body like horseflies.

Madam Marvelous tried to cry out in pain, but Peeps have no mouths to scream with.

( *U* )

Krystal Fae and Starmaster appeared in the BADGE facilities maintenance department, next to the massive HVAC and atmospheric control system. Large fans circulated air throughout the building, generating a large, overwhelming hum of background noise.

“Keep the container open,” Krystal said. “Close it on my mark.”

Starmaster nodded and opened the container. Damage to the box’s exterior revealed a metallic luster beneath the softer, plastic coating.

“Dr. Henderson. We’re ready,” Krystal said over her communicator.

( *U* )

Back in the science lab, Dr. Henderson activating her program. “There. I’ve reversed the polarity of the neutron flow. That should do the trick.”

Catalyst held up his hands and crossed his fingers. Together, the two scientists hoped her plan would work.

( *U* )

The large fans slowed and ground to a stop. Within a second, they restarted, but with a new timber to their oscillations. Spinning in reverse, the massive ventilation system changed to a vacuum, drawing air deeper into the building rather than circulating it outside.

Within a few seconds, a rapid series of quacks erupted from one of the ventilation ducts. The dark-winged duck was drawn closer and closer, eventually into the nearly invisible fan blades. A burst of blood, feathers, and bone spewed into Krystal Fae’s waiting telekinetic grasp. She directed the duck’s remains into the lead-lined box, and Starmaster quickly closed the lid, forcing the latch permanently closed.

( *U* )

Seconds before she passed out from her wounds as she was devoured, Madam Marvelous watched as ducks fell from her body into the water, shifting into people, dogs, and bits of material into the water of Lake Goldeneye. Every duck in her vicinity disappeared, replaced by whatever mass was used to create it in the first place.

Madam Marvelous shifted back into her heroic persona and floated on her back for a moment, giving herself a moment to breathe. Her body ached but transforming sealed her wounds and made her whole once more, but the memory of being eaten remained with her. She’s been frightened before, but nothing like this. For the first time, she doubted her future as a superhero.

“Help. Help me,” a voice cried out. “I can’t swim.”

Closing her eyes for a split second before flipping over, Madam Marvelous took a deep breath and swam to aid the frightened man clutching a chunk of wood floating in the water.

( *U* )

Epilog

“What do you want me to do with this?” Strange Quark asked Krystal Fae.

“We’ve made sure all traces of these creatures are gone from all three sites. Director Nova would like you to take them to the outer rim of the solar system and bury them where they will remain frozen.” Krystal said. “The colder the better.”

“In other words, take this cooler and bury it in Uranus.” Strange Quark chuckled at the entendre, teleporting away before Krystal Fae could roll her green eyes.

Fin

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Rise of the Body Quackers -- Part 4

Part Four: It's a... QUACK

Blossom looked up into the sky as the alarm klaxon went off. The entire park had been put on alert of an aircraft’s uncontrolled descent into the state park she and her family were picnicking at. She watched as a single person dropped out from one side of the plane as it headed down. A parachute glider opened and carried the person away safely, but the plane had no chance for the same. It crashed into the waters of Goldeneye Lake.

“I’ve got to go!” She shouted at her parents as they huddled together near their car. “I might be able to save someone.”

With that, the young heroine transformed into a Peregrine Falcon and shot into the air.

( *U* )

Starmaster staggered as he made contact with the alien mind, knocking several technical manuals on the floor as he fought to remain standing.

“Boss,” Catalyst rushed to Starmaster’s side and caught him before he fell. “What wrong?”

“It’s… it’s… QUACK!” Starmaster bleated.

The block of ice on the table lifted up into the air, surrounded by a nimbus of blue psychokinetic energy.

Krystal Fae raised her hand and used her telekinetic power to counter Starmaster’s. “It’s overtaking him, using him to break it free of the ice. Fight it, Starmaster!”

Inside the Mindscape, Starmaster found himself buffeted by a primal hunger. A desire for nothing but a need to consume. To grow. To destroy and devour. The mind he was in contact with didn’t understand existence as he knew it. It didn’t want things. It was compelled to do as its very nature intended.

He perceived the duck-like creature’s memory of being in space. Its need to find worlds to… to… there wasn’t a word in his vocabulary to describe the urge. Transform seemed closest. The creature needed to find new worlds to become what it was meant to be.
No. No! You cannot do that to this world. We won’t let you!

( *U* )

Madam Marvelous, or Blossom, flew over where she believed the plane crashed, but was surprised that there hadn’t been an explosion or plume of fire. Instead, she found herself flying above and enormous flock of ducks. Big ducks. Little ducks. Ducks of every variety. All swimming in the nearby lake or walking on the ground pecking at bits of food. There was no sign at all of any plane that had crashed, not even broken branches or a big hole in the earth.

As she surveyed the site, she noted something odd. The hundreds of ducks were all devouring whatever it was they were near. The ducks on the shore were eating the ground itself, creating growing holes. The waterborne ducks were lapping at water, taking in as much as they could ingest.

And the ducks made no noise at all. No quacking at all. Maybe it was because their mouths were all full, but it wasn’t normal. Ducks could never be that quiet for long. She wished that while she was in bird form, she could talk. She’d use her communicator to check in with BADGE to find out what they knew, but as things were, she just circled and watched, baffled by the duck’s strange behavior.

( *U* )

Krystal Fae continued to struggle against Starmaster’s grip on the frozen duck. Sweat beaded on her forehead as she focused her mind on keeping him from smashing the ice and releasing it. She gritted her teeth as she taxed her own psychic ability past her maximum. “He’s gotten much stronger than when I first met him a year ago.”

The chunk of ice hovered in the air, caught between their two telekinetic grips. Fracture patterns started to spiderweb within the crystalline matrix from the immense pressures.

Catalyst used his own Morphon-granted gift and gently dampened the neural interface between Starmaster and his suit of mental enhancing gear. Krystal’s control grew stronger, and the frozen duck slowly moved away from Starmaster back to the containment cooler used to bring it to the lab.

“QUACK!” Starmaster stopped fighting Krystal’s efforts altogether and instead he grabbed a chair and used it as a bat to smash the alien duck free from its frigid cage. A blast of energy knocked everything in the room backwards into the nearest wall, destroying most of the scientific equipment in the room.

Everything but the jet black duck left hovering in the air. It spread out its dark wings and its eyes flared red once more. “QUACK.”

Starmaster lifted a metal table from atop his body, free of the duck’s mental grip. “We have to stop it. It’s going to try to turn everything into ducks.”

“Everything?” Catalyst asked as he helped a dazed Krystal Fae to her feet. “All creatures on Earth.”

“Everything including the planet. I saw it in its mind. The spread from world to world and make each planet into a massive space duck, including everything on the planet. Their race has wiped out entire civilizations.” Starmaster tried to grab the floating dark-winged duck from the air, but it repelled his psychokinetic grip. “It’s mate already has begun transforming things. You have to warn the plane not to land. If they get out into the world, we might not be able to stop it.”

“What do you mean? I was told they didn’t find anything alive at the base,” Dr. Henderson said.

“It’s mate was eaten by one of the sled dogs. It’s cells infected any living organism and caused it to become a duck,” Starmaster shouted as he used his telekinetic power to throw debris at the duck while it shook off the last of the ice from its feathers. The objects bounced off it without the duck seeming to notice them at all. “It converted the other living things into ducks as well. Those that were transformed snuck on the plane. If this one and its mate are able to merge, there won’t be any stopping them.”

The space duck opened its yellow bill and hissed at those in the room. It launched itself at Starmaster, beating at him with its wings around the head.

Get ahold of whatever heroes you can. Have them keep the other one’s away from here until we defeat it. Starmaster telepathically shouted to the room.

“QUACK!!” The duck’s cry rocked the room, a sonic wave that stunned everyone in the building into unconsciousness.

( *U* )

Madam Marvelous watched in horror as the mass of ducks huddled together and melded into a one massive monstrous duck that stood nearly two stories tall.

“Hello, Kitt’n,” Gem, Krystal Fae’s unborn child appeared in her astral form beside Madam Marvelous while she was still transformed into a falcon. “You need to keep this creature here until Mother wakes back up.”

How am I supposed to do that? Madam Marvelous thought to her young friend. She wondered if other people could see Gem hovering next to her, that is if anyone wasn’t paying attention to the gigantic duck eating trees like they were French Fries.

Gem shrugged. “It’s made up of people turned into ducks. They want to turn the world into one big duck.”

Eyes growing wide, Madam Marvelous had no idea what to do next. If she attacked the duck, would she be hurting the people that had been taken over? She wished she knew what to do.

Below her, the duck started to move off, tromping through the lake toward the opposite shore.

“You can’t let it get to BADGE headquarters. Things would get really bad if it did.” Gem said before
fading away into the astral plane.

People on the ground screamed in terror as they saw the massive duck approach. Every few steps, it lowered its head and took a bite of whatever was closest to it, growing larger with each bite. It wouldn’t take long for a creature that large to reach the headquarters if it put its mind to it.

I guess it’s now or never. I have to distract it before it makes its way into New Amsterdam. Madam Marvelous landed and began to transform into the largest form she had ever attempted. Her powers worked best when she became something that she had seen before, so she locked an image into her mind and began to grow.

Feathers became sugar-coated yellow skin. Her body expanded, growing both wider and taller until she became a massive yellow marshmallow Peep. Hold on. This isn’t what I wanted. I was thinking about the Stay-Puff Marshmallow Man…

The duck turned to face her and hissed with enough force to rip large branches from nearby trees. It charged at Madam Marvelous, its large brown wings raised and ready to bitch-slap her to Thanksgiving.

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Rise of the Body Quackers -- Part 2

Part 2: Let it Go... In the Snow 

Jonaz entered the communications room of the Antarctic base. Power flickered slightly, as it typically did during storms. He sat down at the computer monitor and pressed the space bar to bring the system out of sleep mode. After a few seconds, a bright blue screen flared to life. Jonaz dug the nails of his frostbitten hands into the thick nylon pants he wore to keep warm.

WINDOWS UPDATE IN PROGRESS
DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR DEVICE
THIS COULD TAKE SEVERAL MINUTES…

“Ballz!” Jonaz said through gritted teeth. “Every time you need to do something important…”

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The wind outside roared like a frenzied beast. Tiny whistles of frigid air slipping through cracks in the exterior doors filled the air with an eerie harmony. Professor Plum removed the drill bit from the hole in the casing around what remained of Queenie, dragging a thin line of goo as the tool pulled away from the small hole.

“What is this now?” Plum mused to himself. He spun about and began to search through his pack for a specimen dish to store the clear, mucus-like substance until he could get it to his lab.

Through the hole he created an angry red eye peeked outward. It stared at the professor’s back and then a soft tapping at the interior of the shell began, just quiet enough that the noise was blocked by the fury outside.

)>)>)>)*>

“Finally!” Jonaz exclaimed as the blue screen of death faded. He initiated the communications protocol to contact BADGE. “Hello. Can anyone hear me?”

Static played over the speakers, nearly deafening Jonaz. He lowered the volume until he could tolerate the background noise. “Hello. Anyone who can hear this message, please respond. We need assistance from BADGE. We’ve had a strange… encounter here. Something seems to have infected one of our sled dogs.”

)>)>)>)*>

Professor Plum returned his attention to what remained of Queenie. A quiver of movement behind the hole he created startled him. He leaned in, curious as to what moved within. A red eye ringed by white met his stare and then darted away from the opening in the shell.

“What in heaven’s name is that?” The professor leaned in closer, searching for a better glimpse of what he saw within.

Deeper within the shell-like casing, barely visible in the darkness within, a pair of eyes glinted in the light above a yellow bill as something peeked out at the professor. “Quack.”

Bracing himself with both arms, the professor leaned forward with his head to verify what he imagined he saw. “How on earth did a d—"

What he could only describe as a duck charged forward, breaking through the shell as its bill opened wide and promptly closed down hard on the professor’s hand. Blood gushed out, spilling over what appeared to be the formerly peeking duck’s bill, covering it with Plum’s bright red sauce of life. “Quack. Quack. Quack quack quack. <spit>.”

The professor howled in pain as he quickly yanked his tender hand away. He suddenly felt ill and swooned, rolling prone to the floor as he passed out. “You mother…”

)>)>)>)*>

Jonaz finished sending his message out into the aether, hoping someone would respond t his call for help. He rushed back to find the professor to see what progress he might have made. Once he reached the doorway, he paused, shocked to see another shell-like casing on the floor. This one resembled a human body, but had a large section broken away that created a hole into its vacated interior.

“Professor?” Jonaz muttered as he took a step backward. A rustling of feathers startled him from behind.
He spun about, discovering a red-eyed duck in the hallway behind him. Kneeling, Jonaz studied the unusual visitor to the station. “What the heck? How did you get here?”

Something rubbed against his thigh. Jonaz looked down and found another duck beside him, this one with red stains all over its yellow bill.

“QUACK!” The duck raised its wings and charged upward at Jonaz’s face.

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“Thanks for giving us your help to get to the station during this storm, Star Force,” the pilot said over his radio. He looked out the side window and waved at Chained Angel as she flew with wings as white as the snow. Snow that was falling in the air outside of the protective bubble Infinite Tempest created to keep the storm from interfering with the rescue plane’s mission.

Chained Angel waved back. “That’s what we’re here for. Tempest and I were investigating some leads on the Augments in South America, so we were already in the region.”

“We’re getting close to the coordinates you gave me for the base,” the Infinite Tempest said. “The storm is starting to let up, so you should be able to land without difficulty. How long have you been out of communication with the expedition?”

“It’s been about six hours since we heard from the base commander. Jonaz send out a message for help, but it was garbled. BADGE hasn’t been able to reach them since.” Agent Leslie said from her co-pilot seat.

“We’ll go ahead and check out the area while you land the plane. Meet you all there,” Chained Angel said before diving down toward the ground, Infinite Tempest following closely behind her.

The clouds and flurries of snow dissipated like curtains parting as they approached the Antarctic base. A heavy wind buffeted them and the landed, as if pushing them away. Other than that, nothing moved as they searched over the building’s perimeter.

Chained Angel wrapped her wings around her, protecting herself from the wind. “Where is the crew? You think they’d be watching for help to arrive.”

“I don’t know. Should we go--,” Infinite Tempest raised his arm and pointed behind Angel, “-DUCK.”

As she whirled around, a piece of torn canvas slapped against her face and flew off with the wind.

“I said to duck,” Infinite Tempest said with a chuckle.

“Thanks,” Chained Angel said coolly. “You head that way; I’ll go around the other side.”

The two of them examined the exterior of the buildings as the plane landed, following BADGE protocol until the plane landed. Once the agents departed the plane, they headed into the buildings while the Morphon-powered heroes maintained the perimeter.

Once inside, the agents searched the compound and found no signs of life. The equipment was all working properly. The environmental systems were all functioning, and beside powdery white residue in places throughout the building, everything seemed fine.

Agent Leslie called Chained Angel in to assist. The two of them met in the central laboratory area.

“No sign of them?” Angel asked as she entered the room.

“Nothing. No signs of distress or messages. No bodies. Nothing unusual except for nobody is here.” Agent Leslie said as she heaved a heavy cooler from the floor to a table. “This seems to be where they placed whatever unusual object they found for storage, but I have to admit, I’m not sure if I should open it.”

“Do you mind?” Chained Angel asked as she moved up to the table edge.

Agent Leslie stepped back. “I suppose not. I don’t sense anything alive in it, but I’ve seen too many horror movies to take the chance.”

Chained Angel smiled as she pulled the top off. She looked into the interior of the box. “Whatever it is, it’s still frozen solid in ice.” She went to reach in to remove the object.

“NO.” Agent Leslie rushed up and slammed the lid shut. “I sensed something waking up when you went to pick it up. We need to get whatever that is to BADGE’s scientists. I got a very, very bad feeling from it.”

Chained Angel pressed the lid tightly closed. “OK. Let me call in for some help with that.” She pressed a button on her wrist communicator. “Starmaster. Do you mind playing postman for us?”

Starmaster teleported into the room, his blue and black costume appearing in a burst of blue energy as he exited the Mindscape. “What do you need?”

“Can you take this to BADGE’s science labs and give it to Dr. Henderson. There are some scientists and expedition personnel missing and this may be part of the reason why.” Chained Angel reported to her league’s founder.

“Happy to help. I’ll be there in a –” Starmaster disappeared in a flash of blue light as he teleported through the Mindscape to BADGE’s HQ.

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Infinite Tempest circled the frozen compound from the sky, watching the horizon for signs of bad weather. Beneath him, under the cover of newly fallen snow, several green heads popped up from the ground. Nearly two dozen red-eyed ducks padded their way up the plane’s ramp and into its interior, softly quacking in an odd unison.
The constantly blowing wind covered their triangular footprints, leaving no trace of their presence to be seen.

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Rise of the Body Quackers - Part 3

Part 3: Fowl Air

Starmaster appeared in a hallway outside the BADGE HQ science department, not wanting to disrupt the efforts of the technicians working within, or their experiments. Using his telepathic ability, he sought out the mind of Dr. Henderson. Fortunately, she seemed to be in a meeting in a conference room with two individuals Starmaster knew well.

“So, have you made any further progress on your Project Dreamcatcher since you temporarily stepped down while your bun is safely baking?” Dr. Henderson asked.

Krystal Fae reclined in her chair, alleviating some pressure on her back as she touched her growing midsection. A steaming cup of tea, hints of lemon and mint scenting the air as it steeped, sat before her alongside a binder of notes. “I’ve done some simulations with several engine configurations and have had encouraging results. We may be getting close to building a prototype at the start of the new year.”

Alan Marcus, aka Catalyst, sat beside her and nodded. When Starmaster knocked on the door to the room, Catalyst stood and moved to open it. Before he reached it, the knob turned and Starmaster walked in. “No fair using TK. What rush?”

“I’m sorry to interrupt you three,” Starmaster began. He explained the situation at the Antarctic base to the group. He held up the transport cooler holding the object found by the expedition. “They hoped you might be able to figure out what this is.”

“We’ll do our best. Krystal. Alan. Do you mind assisting us?” Dr. Henderson asked.

The two super-powered scientists nodded, and together they all moved into secure examination lab.

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The plane departed the base after an hour of searching. Chained Angel and Infinite Tempest remained behind to continue to search further into the Antarctic terrain.

Agent Leslie couldn’t help but to feel slightly useless, not being able to find the missing crew, but a nagging headache dampened her limited telepathic abilities. Her head pounded like she was trapped in a room with dozens of people all singing Happy Birthday in different languages at the same time, over and over.

After several hours of flight, they entered North American airspace and began their journey to New Amsterdam. The pilot worked hard, maintaining their course, but for some reason, tiny mechanical alarms kept triggering from internal subsystems in the aircraft’s ventilation mechanics.

“This is so odd,” the pilot said as he tapped a gauge on the dashboard. “There it goes again. It’s reporting blockage in duct Alpha 9. Then it goes away.”

“Did something get trapped in there? A goose or pigeon caught in the intake vent?” Agent Leslie knew of several aircraft vs bird accidents that happened during flights.

The pilot shook his head. “No. We haven’t hit anything. Why don’t you see if you can get the maintenance drone online and have it search through the vents to see what’s going on.”

“Can do,” Agent Leslie said as she pulled a computer keyboard onto her lap. She activated the small eight-legged robotic drone located in the planes cargo bay and sent it into the nearest air duct. Its metallic legs tapped at the aluminum like a dozen birds pecking at a glass window. Even all the way up in the cockpit, Agent Leslie could hear the faint staccato echoes of the drone’s movement reverberating from the vent in the ceiling.

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Using the modifications to the implant that allowed him to hear, Catalyst ultrasonically scanned the contents of the container after they removed it. Beneath the dense ice, an unusual discovery was made. “Duck.”

After years of fighting villains, Starmaster immediately dipped his head expecting an attack.

“No,” Catalyst snorted as he released a single laugh, then pointed at the object on the titanium tray. “It duck.”

“Don’t you mean a penguin? How did a duck ever survive in that climate?” Starmaster asked.

“Not normal duck. Still showing diminished cellular activity. Faint heartbeat.” Catalyst brought up a digital display and showed them the vital signs he could pick up with his scan.

“You’re not going to believe this,” Doctor Henderson said from a different lab station. A gas chromatograph displayed a series of chemical peaks on its screen. “There are indications of extraterrestrial particulates in the ice surrounding it.”

“A space duck? Is Strange Quark’s trying to pull one of his pranks or something on us.” Krystal Fae said with wide eyes. “If there weren’t missing people involved, I wouldn’t put it past him.”

“Let me see what I can sense from it,” Starmaster said. “It might be sentient, like Zen and PainGUIN and their species.” Starmaster sent his consciousness into the Mindscape and tried to connect with the creature on the table.

A bright red eye opened and glowed with an eerie energy from the duck’s body beneath the rime of ice. The entire crystal seemed to come alive with unholy power.

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After turning a corner in the ventilation duct, the drone registered an unusual sound present. Agent Leslie turned on the drone’s microphone to hear what it did.

Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack. Quack. It wasn’t the sound of one duck calling. It was multiple duck voices at the same time, a chorus of duck voices quacking in perfect unison.

“Whaaaaat?” Agent Leslie switched the feed over to the pilot’s headset as a chill ran up her spine. “It sounds like an entire flock of –”

“Mother Ducker!! How the f$#^ did we get a bunch of mother-quaking ducks on my mother-ducking plane?!” The pilot flipped on the autopilot and unbuckled his harness, readying to enter the main body of the plane.

Agent Leslie switched the security camera to the passenger section, where the BADGE agents with her traveled. Instead of finding them in their seats, she saw the chamber full of body-shaped shells with openings where ducks were emerging. “My god. The people back there are turning into ducks. The people are DUCKS!”

Suddenly, all the duck’s eyes flared red. The ducks stopped milling about and began eating everything around them. Clothing left over the fragmented shells. Seat cushions. Backpacks. The metal frames. Some even took bites out of the hull of the plane itself.

Louder alarms began to sound, filling the cockpit with a fury of angry alerts. “We’re getting major system failure alerts. We’re going down.” The pilot tapped some buttons and connected with BADGE HQ. “Aircraft in distress. We’re going down over New Amsterdam State Park. Repeat. We’re going down hard and fast…”

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Rise of the Body Quackers (Part One) - Halloween Fan-Fiction (Strange Quark Halloween Duck Kaiju Contest)

Part One - That Thing in the Ice

White flecks blowing through the imposing grayness surrounds the tiny research station positioned at the Pine Island Glacier outpost. With the constant threat of global warming and loss of what was once thought of as an endless land of ice, scientist survey the continent with a vigor never before seen. The tiny village of pods linked by plastic tunnels resembles a frozen translucent mound barely visible through the storm that has overtaken the late afternoon sky.

A line of three snowmobiles followed by two teams of dogsleds rushes through the unforgiving weather in a search for shelter from the harsh environment. They pull into a makeshift area and begin to dismount their varied transports and hurry inside for warmth.

“Don’t worry about the dogs,” a man shouts to his companions over the wind. “I’ll get them settled and fed. You take the specimen in and see what the professor has to say about it.”

All of his companions but one nodded at his order, grabbing equipment and bags of gear before heading inside. He instead moved up beside the first man. “I’ll stay and give you a hand. It’s too cold for one man to be doing all by himself.”

“Fine. Whatever you say, Nic.” He pats the man on the shoulder as he turns to the sleds to release the sled dogs. “I want to get her in as fast as we can. She’s been acting sluggish ever since she left the dig site.”

“She seemed just fine there. She was digging at something buried in the snow,” Wilbur said. He knelt down before one of the lead dogs and examined her mouth. “Yeah, we better get her inside. I don’t like the look of her mouth. It’s not right. It’s turning yellow.”

“Probably just the snow. Let’s get them inside where its warm.”

Together, they began releasing all the dogs from their harnesses and leading them to the kennel run where their cages were kept.

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“What do you think it could be, Professor?” Expedition Leader Jonaz asked of the young man standing over the examination table where the ice sample had been placed. “We found it inside of a recently discovered crevasse in the ice field just before the storm blew in.”

“It is unusual, that is for certain,” Professor Plum said. “It appears to be an avian, roughly the size of a football. It is completely encased in the ice, which is strange. It would take a long period of time for the ice to become this dense around an unfortunate wildfowl that traveled into this region of the continent. It might be some type of malformed penguin.”

“Do you think it is worth thawing out?” Jonaz asked while rubbing his hands together for warmth. “We were going to just leave it there, but we figured we should let you make that decision. Do something that makes it look like our venture down here isn’t a huge waste of time.”

“I can use an extraction drill and take a small sample of the creatures DNA and use that to discern what it truly is,” Professor Plum said. He walked over to a cabinet, opened the double doors, and removed a large drill. Fastening a long, thin bit into its housing, he returned to the table, pressing the trigger repeatedly to test the device. And because he liked the sound. “Not to worry, my little friend. This won’t hurt a bit.”

Placing the drill bit to the large block of ice, he pressed it forward while engaging the motor. A mist of ice chips spewed from the hole he created as he sent the bit deeper and deeper into the sample. Reaching the hazy shape trapped in the ice, the drill suddenly jumped in his hands as if fighting his attempt to drill any further.

A bloodcurdling garbled howl erupted through the compound, louder than any natural animal should be able to make. Its sound resembled the baying of a wolf but combined with an unearthly hissing sputter.

“What was that?” Jonaz asked. He hurried to the intercom built into the laboratories wall. “Nic? Was that one of your sled dogs?”

From the other end of the intercom, terrified and frightened barks played. “Somethings going on with Queenie. You know where the professor is?”

“He’s here with us. What’s happening?” Jonaz asked.

“I… I… I don’t know. You have to see this. I think Morphons must be changing her.” The intercom went silent.

Professor Plum retracted the drill bit from the ice. “Let me put this away and I’ll meet you all there.”

Jonaz nodded and rushed out of the room as the professor brought a cooler out from under a shelf and placed the frozen object inside. He also removed the drill bit and placed it into a test tube, sealed it with a cork stopper, and placed it inside of the cooler as well.

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The kennel where the sled dogs was a filled with stalls for two dozen animals, tiny sliding doors to allow them entry and exit, and shelves of bagged food. The noise from the dogs was overwhelming as they barked and howled with discontentment, except from within Queenie’s slot. Nic, Tasha, and Tara stood outside of her stall and stared into it with looks of worry and shock as Jonaz entered the room.

“What’s wrong with her? How was she hurt?” Jonaz demanded as he stepped behind them. Once he could see what captured their attention, he took a step back in horror. “What in the name of god?”

The large, lean dog was barely recognizable. Her fur had become matted to the point of looking like it has become one solid layer plastered to her body. A body that appeared to be liquefying, changing into a blob of goo, except for her head. Her muzzle flattened and her jaw widened as it took on a yellow hue. It was horrifying to look at, straight out of a horror movie.

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Blossom and her parents loaded up the back of their van with supplies for a picnic. A large basket full of supplies, a picnic blanket, and a large ice chest. Her father closed the door with a firm click and they all boarded the vehicle.

“Why are we doing this again?” Blossom asked. Her weekends were the only time she had to practice her morphing abilities for BADGE as a probationary field agent. This outing was an interruption of her planned activity.

“We need to get out of the house for a while and have some family fun,” Dad said. “With Mom at her new job and you at the Sagan Academy for school, we haven’t seen much of each other lately.”

“What are you talking about? We have dinner every night together,” Blossom said as she buckled her seatbelt.

“That’s right. We sit around a table and eat, but we’re all so tired from the day, we don’t do much else. We need to have some fun. Recharge the batteries, so to say,” Mom said.

As much as Blossom wanted to disagree so she could stay home, she couldn’t. Between homework and twice weekly patrols, she had been pretty busy, as had her mom, with her landscaping designs. A day outside at the New Amsterdam State Park might be a good diversion.

What could be more relaxing than a day next to the lake, taking in the sun, and feeding the ducks.

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“What do you think is going on, Professor?” Jonaz asked.

“I may be a genius, but I have absolutely no idea.” Professor Plum said as he knelt beside what used to be Queenie. Her canine body was no longer visible. Instead, it was replaced by a hardened carapace formed from what used to be her beautiful black and white coat. He tapped at what remained of her with a pen. “I’d need to verify this with equipment in my lab, but it resembles calcium carbonate.”

“Bone?” Nic said.

“There’s more than just calcium carbonate in bone. This is more like… shell. The hard shell of an egg.” Professor Plum stood up and grabbed a nearby broom. He swung at the remains, striking the material hard. The blow was deflected, showing no apparent damage to the shell casing. The blow did evoke a low rumbling growl from within what was left of Queenie, causing everyone to retreat a step. “Very hard shell, but shell none the less.”

“Is she still alive in there?” Nic asked, his face contorted in concern.

Professor Plum took an old-fashioned stethoscope out of a backpack, knelt down closer to the mass, and placed it on top of the carapace. “I hear a muffled heartbeat, but it is very, very slow.” He stood back up and waved the others toward the door leading deeper into the compound. “I think it is time we contacted BADGE. Their scientists will certainly have more experience with this… strangeness.”

“OK then,” Jonaz said. “Nic, get the rest of the dogs out of here, but keep them contained. We don’t know what this is. If they were contaminated or infected, we need to keep an eye on them. I’ll contact BADGE, but with this storm, it’s likely going to be a while before they can get anyone here. Spread word to everyone else to keep out of here. Professor, keep me informed if you find out anything new.”

Each with their own missions, the group dispersed to their assigned tasks. Professor Plum retrieved the drill from inside his pack and loaded a new, larger bit.

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Trick-or-treating Event Fan-Fiction: "Let's Do the Time Slip Again!! Part One"

by Madam Marvelous and Slayer B.A.S.
ID# 26130 and ID#13080

The first thing you need to understand is that without fail, Halloween is a shapechanger's favorite holiday. Hands down, the whole costumed night of fun and frolic couldn't be more ideal for anyone who can physically turn into whatever they want. I could walk up to my neighbor's front door and be disguised as a perfect imitation of them and shout "BOO" the instant they opened up to my knocking. What a perfect trick, except I couldn't do anything really clever like that in real life to people in my neighborhood. 

When you have a secret identity, you have to make sacrifices, even though I would love nothing more than to appear in front of mean old Mr. Bundy as himself and scare the crap out of him after seeing the way he yells at his dogs. If I were in charge of the world, people who were mean to animals would be the first people I'd put off my planet. Then it would be lawyers and politicians. Let them all go to Mars or something.

Even though Mom and I went to Halloween-town to buy a costume, I didn't plan on wearing it all night. I'd do the subdivision with Dad first, milking it for every Milky Way, Three Musketeers, and Kit Kat bar I could, then I'd head off to the real Trick-or-treating event with the "cape-community". I don't know how BADGE came to own an entire section of New Amsterdam, specifically for us to use only one night out of the year, but if it was as much fun as everyone said it was last year, I couldn't wait to go door-to-door and see what kind of stuff other heroes gave out.

And I wanted to see Director Nova's house. I always wondered where he lived. Supposedly, last year, heroes lined up for hours waiting for him to come to the door so they could take a selfie with him on his doorstop. I pictured him with his face all scrunched up and shriveled as he put up with the casual nature and informality. If it weren't for his eyepatch and charismatic natural leader vibe, he'd make and awfully good Scrooge at Christmas.

I hate to say it, but I rushed Dad the entire time he and I walked the neighborhood while Mom handed out candy at home. While I felt a bit too old to be going door-to-door with him, I went to make him happy. Physically, my natural form was a young girl, but the rapid aging I went through do to my Morphon powers stole nearly a decade of potential memories from my parents. Chronologically, I was just over a year old. Why my powers sped up my growth rate, I'd likely never know, but I wasn't going to let my strange gifts rob my parents of any more than needed.

That didn't mean I was going to let him babysit me all night, though. I was a girl with things to do. We visited all the houses of people we knew. Dressed up as a tall sunflower, with a mane of yellow petals surrounding my face, I played the cute little Blossom he wanted me to be, but inside, Madam Marvelous itched to be on her way. There was no casual strolling from house to house. We ran. Well, he jogged. I kind of rapidly shuffled my feet within my costume. Sunflowers didn't have legs, they had stalks.

We got home a few minutes faster than he expected, and together, the three of us (Mom, Dan, and I) inspected the candy. I knew nothing would be wrong with it, but safety first, right. There are villains in the world. Who knows that better than a cape? I shared some of my stash with each of them, and just as we set the last of the candy booty away, Eggie honked from the driveway.

"Have fun tonight, Pumpkin," Dad said as he tussled the petals on top of my head.

"What time will you be home, dear," Mom asked. As typical, she was more interested on when the fun would end rather than the experience itself.

"10ish, I think. I'll be back in plenty of time to get to bed for school tomorrow." I leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek before dashing to the front door. "Night. Love you both. Don't eat all my candy, Dad!"

I was smiling as I left the house until I spotted Eggie's vehicle. She wasn't in her blue Volkswagen. Instead, she had a replica of Ecto sitting in the driveway, the red light flashing as she leaned out the window. She wore the beige uniform of the Ghostbusters, including the proton accelerator on her back. "Happy Halloween, poppet."

"Where on earth did you get this car from?" I asked.

"Do you think you're the only thing that can shift its shape around here, dearie. This car is as tricked out as KITT," she said. She patted the hood of the modified Cadillac hearse. "I always thought I would have made an excellent Ghostbuster. I could have snapped some banter with Murray and Ackroyd like a pro. And their both fine looking men to boot."

I walked around the car, staring at her. My widgets were fully blown as I tried to wrap my head around an android Mrs. Doubtfire look-alike wanting to have been a member of the cast of that movie, but more so the image of her finding the two lead men 'cute'. "Ummm. Ok, Eggie. Let's just go. I'm too young to picture you dating. And what's a KITT?"

"Who said anything about dating, dearie?" Eggie asked as she climbed behind the driver's seat. "And it is a sad, sad thing that you don't know the Knight Industries Two-Thousand or Michael Knight. Now that was a man..."

Whoever programmed Eggie needed to have some psychoanalysis done. Who programs an android to think like that? I mean, beyond Gene Roddenberry and Lt. Commander Data???

We drove through an older section of town to get to the BADGE Trick-or-treating event, passing several abandoned buildings, poorly kept parks, graveyards, and dimly lit streets. We slowed as a streetlight turned yellow as we approached. I glanced around and saw movement within one of the graveyards. A blond woman with a black cat mask and heels, dressed as if going to a dance or Halloween party, wandered casually amidst the cement gray mausoleums and marble headstones.

Other, more shadowed figures hid behind the shrubberies and stonework, tailing after her. 

"Eggie, I think this lady needs some help," I said as I unbuckled my seatbelt and shifted into Madam Marvelous form. "Wait here."

"What am I supposed to do, sitting here all alone?" Eggie asked.

"Keep thinking about that Hasselhoff guy you've been mumbling about under your breath. I won't be long." I exited the Ecto-1 and headed off to do my hero thing. Trick-or-treating could wait. A woman was in danger.

The full moon cleared the canopy of trees, most of which had already lost many of their leaves, leaving the manicured lawn of the graveyard a criss-crossed pattern of light and dark patches. I didn't want to frighten the young woman as she wandered aimlessly it seemed in the final resting place of what must have been hundreds of people based on the memorials. The shadowed figures must have seen my approach, though, as I couldn't find any trace of them in the moonlight.

"You might as well come out where I can see you. I know you're out there," the youthful blond woman called out somewhat lyrically. Her voice held no fear or worry in it. In fact, she almost sounded bored. Was she calling out to me, or to those pursuing her? "Every single night, the same arrangement. I go out and fight the fight... Ugh. Now I have that song stuck in my head again...I hate earworms almost as much as I hated my high school principal. He got eaten by a big worm, don't ya' know."

A dark streak bolted from the cover of a pair of headstones behind her. She didn't seem to notice it, caught up in her own commentary to the open air. I needed to move in and protect her. Tonight, I could be her angel. I started to morph into Gar's form, a large stone statue. I wasn't ready to try to become a Weeping Angel just yet. Last thing I needed was to be frozen in place if anything looked at me.

I was so focused on her and the shape closing in on her that I didn't spot the assailant lurking above me in the branches of one of the trees spread out throughout the graveyard. It landed on my back and wrapped it's arms around my head, covering my eyes. Struggling against it, I shook from left to right, trying to knock it loose with Gar's mythic strength. It refused to release its grip, clawing with sharp talons or nails against my stone hide.

"Why are you playing with him when you could be playing with me?" the voice of the lady I'd been following asked. "Last I checked, you can't get blood from a stone."

A hiss erupted from whatever landed on my back. I grabbed one of its arms and yanked it off my face. Before me, standing as battle ready as an Amazon, Slayer B.A.S. waited for a response. The grip loosened around my head. I took the opportunity to throw the being on my back forward like a rodeo bull throwing its rider.

Slayer B.A.S. twirled a wooden stake in her hand before catching in in her tight grip, pointy end facing down. As the being flew into her reach, she stabbed it in the chest with a deft, practiced blow. The body broke down into ashen dust as she withdrew her wooden stake. "Thanks for using Slayer Air; destination hell."

"Wow. I didn't know it was you-" I started.

"Later, Gar. We've got more company." Slayer B.A.S. said as more vampires crawled out from whatever cover they laid in wait behind and surrounded us. Some of them looked much more monstrous than the one she dusted. More savage and barbaric.

"I'm not Gar-," I said as I shifted into my costumed form, "-I'm Madam Marvelous."

"I'm more of a Dark Horse girl, myself, but hey, who am I to judge," she said as she raised her stake and readied for the next attack. "You know how to fight vampires?"

The mass of supernatural creatures didn't give me a chance to answer. They swarmed over us like 5th Precinct cops on a donut.

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League War 10 Fan-Fiction "Round Three Ups and Downs"

by Madam Marvelous and Midgardsormr
#26130 and #11112

Round Three was going to be a toss-up. We knew that going in but I still hoped we might be able to win the match and take the silver medal. I mean, what an accomplishment. My first league war, the league I was in, Lothlorien, didn't medal. If we in the Star Force Junior League could earn a silver for my second time at bat, well, that would be something. They had won gold during League War Nine. It should have been more than possible.

We started out strong. We challenged the members of Mojo's Dojo like champs, picking fights that we felt were certain to bring us a win. Wyldfyre smoked a bunch of the league, taking a number of wins. Arcane Ace took the stage and cast his spells on multiple opponents, but surprisingly, one of their members, o⅄-o⅄ withstood his arcane powers and defeated him. He shook off the lose like water off a ducks back and continued to fight, earning several more wins.

Finally, I took to the battlefield, facing Lestat. I'd fought him before during some of the KOTM event challenges, and felt good about the fight. He did his best to compete, but I triumphed in the end. I fought a few more matches I thought I was assured to win, and did, and then ceased my attacks. No need to wear myself out from the get go. Plus, I had an invitation to accept and the opportunity to visit Midgarsormr in the WMD box once again. Some of the others stayed behind, having to get their matches in (and some concerned at the idea of being in the presence of the WMD member) but Wyldfyre, Obsidian Strike, and Kyrie E. Laser joined me, along with Eggie, who chaperoned me most everywhere on the space station. 

It was funny how so many heroes did a double-take when they watched her walk alongside of me. I guess more people recognized her as Mrs. Doubtfire than I expected. The movie came out way back in the 1990's, so I didn't think many would know who she was built to look like. It warmed my heart, realizing that though Robin Williams might have passed on, memory of his mirth and joyous roles hadn't.

Once again, BADGE security stood outside the WMD box where they observed the fights from. Surprisingly, the man at the gate nodded as I approached and waved us in without question. "Go on in. You're expected."

We headed up. The viewing room was just as elaborately set up as before, but rather than having a buffet table with huge variety of foods, there were two chefs in white coats waiting in makeshift kitchenettes.

"Hold on," Wyldfyre said. "That's Bobby Flay. I watch him on Food Network every night. He uses Calabrian Chiles in almost everything. I love Calabrian Chiles."

"And that's Emeril. I've got to get some tips from him on running a YouTube channel," Kyrie said before running over to the other kitchenette, he camera drone hovering behind her. As soon as she reached his kitchen, she turned and took a selfie with the popular chef at her side.

We ate the provided food, which was AMAZING, and watched as members of the WMD fought the Avengers 51. It wasn't a good day for the Avengers 51 team, but the true slaughter happened in the other Division One fight. The 5th Precinct: Omniversal Traffic Cops were merciless against the Angels of Sorcery. WMD had a solid lead the entire round and seemed destined to win easily, but the Angels of Sorcery went through the sausage maker that round, looking like some of the chucky meat paste that Emeril used to make his Jambalaya.

After fighting in several matches, Midgardsormr finally slithered into the room. "AH LITTLE BLOSSOM DID YOU ENJOY WATCHING THE DIVISION ONE FINALS?"

"Yes. Thanks for inviting me again," I said, looking up at him as he towered over me. Even in my adult, Madam Marvelous form, he made me feel like the little girl I was behind my shapeshifted guise. His head nearly scraped the paint off the ceiling of the room as he made his way in the room. 

"HOPEFULLY WE HAD BETTER FOOD AND DRINK FOR YOU AS WE TRIED TO PROVIDE MORE 'NORMAL FOOD'." Midgardsormr said as he ripped bits of meat off several wooden skewers at once. "I PARTICULARLY LIKE THE WAGU BEEF SKERERS WRAPPED WITH A BACON CURED WITH 100% WISCONSIN MAPLE SYRUP. FOR THE OLDER MEMBERS, I HOPED THEY ENJOYED THE DRINKS PROVIDED"

I glanced over at Wyldfyre and Obsidian Strike at the bar. Wyldfyre clutched a tankard foaming with some type of beer while Obsidian Strike had a much smaller, clear glass which I believed contained his preferred drink, sake or saki or something like that. They both seemed rather relaxed from whatever it was they were drinking. "I think they are."

Midgardsormr glanced at Wyldfyre, his gaze becoming slightly more irate as he studied my teammate's face. "BRING THAT ONE WITH US AS WE SPAR."

 "OK," I said, not sure what beef Midgardsormr might have with Wyldfyre, but knowing my companion's mouth, he probably deserved it. "Wyldfyre. We've been invited to spar."

"What??" Wyldfyre glared at me and then his foamy drink. "Maybe in a bit. I just poured my Toppling Goliath K.B.B. Stout. You can't find this stuff anywhere. They only make it once a year."

I stared back at him with the widest eyes I could and jerked my head at Midgardsormr. "We've been invited by our HOST to spar..."

"Fine," Wyldfyre said as he approached, taking a long sip from his tankard. "But I'm taking this with me. You fight him first."

Midgardsormr growled faintly under his breath, surprising me. I never expected him to be able to do anything subtly. 

Our host lead Wyldfyre, Eggie, and myself to a special elevator that carried us down to a private gymnasium. It was a tight fit despite there only being four of us in the car. If I were ever to become claustrophobic, this would not have been a good time for it to happen. When the doors finally opened, I felt relieved. One fart at the wrong time, and I don't know if I would have survived the experience.

With more experience than I had last time I sparred with Midgardsormr, I managed to last probably half-a-second longer in the ring. Midgardsormr flexed his tail once and knocked me a dozen feet away onto my back. He launched into the air with a spryness something of his size shouldn't have, pinning me to the ground.

"Now, listen here you wretched beastie," Eggie began. She hadn't been present the time Midgardsormr and I had previously sparred. Even though, as before, he restrained himself from using his poisonous stinger, it must have looked like he was going to rip me into pieces to her. Eggie launched herself into the ring and swung her massive travel bag filled with her belongings at his head. "You let her up or I'll have her next costume made out of your hide. They'll call you Midgard-no-mor after I'm done with you."

With a flurry of motion, he swiped one arm below her skirt, knocking her in the knees and bringing Eggie crashing to the mat. She started to swear in several languages, the blow likely damaging her communication systems. He laid his tail across her chest, letting the weight of it hold her down. "SHE IS QUITE FUNNY SHOCKING THAT A  ANDROID PROGRAMMED AS A GRANDMOTHER WOULD USE THAT KIND OF LANGUAGE"

"Let her up, please. I'll make sure she doesn't interfere again," I helped Eggie up from the ground after Midgardsormr freed her and led her to a chair to sit down. "Run your diagnostics and let us fight. He's not going to do any permanent damage to me. I'll be fine." I couldn't tell her that Midgardsormr wasn't going to hurt me. He was. There was no way to avoid that. It was part of training with him. You have to get through the bad to get to the good.

Returning my attention to the ring, Midgardsormr had summoned Wyldfyre into the ring. Taking a firm stance, his legs spread out slightly as he readied to dodge to one side or the other, Wyldfyre released a blast of fire from his hands that wove around his body and created a bubble of swirling flames. Midgardsormr wrapped his tail beneath him in a coil, preparing to launch. A couple of fireballs shot out from Wyldfyre's damage field, which struck Midgardsormr with the same impact as a warm breeze. Midgardsormr then dove forward, but not to tackle Wyldfyre. He instead landed on his hands in a handspring and spun his massive tail like a whip at Wyldfyre, smashing into his chest and knocking him flying into the Stellar Arena's glass dome. 

"BE CAREFUL OF THIS ONE LITTLE BLOSSOM HE IS LITTLE MORE THAN A MERCENARY" Midgardsormr said. "SHOULD HE PROVE TO BE UNWORTHY I TRUST YOU WILL DISPATCH HIM AS I WOULD"

Wyldfyre crashed onto the mat and groaned as he passed out. A medical crew rolled in with a gurney and removed him from the gymnasium as he muttered "Did amyone get the mumber of dat semi? I tink my jaw is boken agaim."

Midgarsormr and I sparred for a while longer, despite Eggie's concerned glances. His training was far different than most others. He continued to attack with the same force, in the same way each and every time, forcing me to find ways to counter. When I finally did, he varied his attack just enough that the tactic I used wouldn't work a second time, forcing me to find new alternatives. I knew after sparring with him, I would be a better combatant in further fights.

As we returned to the V.I.P. room, he gave me more advice to use in a fight. "REMEMBER BLOSSOM WHILE IN A LW FIGHT TO USE MY IMAGE I AM SURE AN OPPONENT WILL BE DISTRACTED FOR A MOMENT SEEING MIDGARDSORMR IN FRONT OF THEM AKIN TO A STUN ATTACK MAYBE I WILL WATCH FROM THE STANDS AND YELL SWITCH TO LEND MORE REALITY TO YOU SHIFTING ...IT WOULD BE HILARIOUS"

I grinned at his pleasure with the thought, then checked the time on my communicator. "Oh. I've got to get back. I need to see if I have any new challenges issued."

Obsidian Strike and Kyrie had already left when I got back. Bobby Flay and Emeril both handed me a doggie bag of their culinary gems as I raced to the door, waving goodbye to my large friend. "Thank you, Midgardsormr. See you soon. I'll see if Mom with let you come over for Thanksgiving dinner."

He gave me a single salute as I ran out of the room, Eggie in tow. He grabbed a few more skewers of meat and devoured them as I departed.

When I got to the Star Force Junior League locker room, Wyldfyre was already there. His face was bruised, badly, but he seemed overall fighting fit. I checked the scoreboard, and we had lost our lead. We needed to make up ground and recapture it if we wanted the silver medal.

Miss Mojo challenged me, and I lost the fight. NoDramaMamma challenged most of the others, defeating them in short order. Arcane Ace had saved some of his challenges if needed near the end of the round. He challenged Miss Mojo, Fuzzy Lumpkins, and Princess Morebuck$ and wiped the floor with them. 

We were still behind in points. Ace came up to me as I sat on the bench. "It's crunch time. We're going to lose unless we take some risks. Do you feel up to it?"

After training with Midgardsormr, I felt like I had some new tricks up my sleeve I could use against Mojo's Dojo. I fought NoDramaMamma and won. Miss Mojo challenged me, and I defeated her. Bolstered by the wins, I challenged Miss Mojo, and lost. Then I repeated the challenge, believing I could beat her with some alterations to my technique, but I was wrong. I lost again.

I searched the stands and sought out sign that Midgardsormr might have chosen to show up to watch my battles. He sat there with his arms crossed, his demeanor undecipherable. I hoped he at least saw me win one of my challenges.

In the end, after we took any opportunity we believed had a chance, we didn't win the round. Mojo's Dojo won 106 to 84. We met our opponents on the field of battle and shook hands, offering our sincere congratulations. 

As we gathered in the locker room afterward, Arcane Ace waved his hand and several ID badges appeared in them. "We gave them a good fight in all our matches. Several of you are new to the league, and I think we have a strong foundation to build on. I'd like to formally invite all of you to remain with the our little league. Obsidian Strike. Madam Marvelous. Wyldfyre. Welcome."

I took my badge with pride. I looked forward to growing with them. 

Watch out League War 11. Silver or better is my next goal.

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RESULTS OF LWS 10 TREAK OR TREAT ROUND 3

By: Todd Goode #12205

“Hi there Ghouls and goblins, Howl ya’ll doin? Ya’ll lurking good? It’s me, Scary Harry back with Pookie and the spine-chilling results of LWS 10 TRICK OR TREAT, round 3, spook-tacular.”

“Pookie, the divisions have fought tooth and nail and the battles have been hauntingly horrifying.”

“That’s right Scary Harry. One fighter got hit so hard, he lost his head. It’s okay though. He can grow a new one. I got it all on camera and just as soon as I’m through here, I’m posting that vid to Boo-tube. I bet it will get a ton of lurks.”

“That’s nice Pookie; it ought to be a real croaker. Let’s get to the results. I’m going shopping after for a new suit at Aberzombie & Fitch. It’s half price Fright-day.”

“In division 1, WMD obliterate the Avengers Stormtroopers of Death, 78-16.The Stormtroopers will aim to improve for future wars and the 5th Precinct’s: Omniversal Traffic Cops issue citations for lack of spells to the Angels of Sorcery, 297-103.

Division 2 sees The RAVAGERS steal the round from the Seraphim Angels, 78-25. The Decepticons 51 Transform and rise up and break the Legacy of Spawn 71-9.

In division 3, 666 Apocoyp$e Now burn as Villains Inc set them ablaze, 61-40 and The Hunter/Killers seek and destroy the 5th Precinct’s Kung Fu Hustle with a chop chop here and a chop chop there.

The Colony 51 of division 4 colonize and overtake the 5th Precinct’s Omniversal Guardians 102-16 and Tygger’s Freak Show are terrorized by the Creatures of the Night, 92-32 and that ain’t no Pooh.

Division 5 won’t be the same after the MERC BABES AND BASTARDS vaxx The Infected 51, 128-47 and the Aussie Freaks get there freak on against the Galaxy Rangers in out of this world battle. The Rangers get banged 68-51.

In division 6, the 5th Precinct’s Dark Side gets lost in the shuffle against a Stacked Deck, 87-42. The Dark Side fighting one man short due to some sinister actions put up a heck of a fight and another great battle in division 6 was Law and DisOrder vs The Star Force. Law and DisOrder put The Star Force into its proper space in the time continuum, 59-52, two terribly great battles for ghouls and goblins to watch.

Division 7 has the Freaks of Nature strike with lightning, shocking the Magnificent Seven in a close battle, 87-70. Pain Inc breaks Time’s Arrow, 100-10. The B.O.R.G. ‘ASSIMILATES! ‘The Justice League, 56-28 and the Scottish Claymores get a hangover of their own as the Hang Over Gang go break the Claymores 153-8.

Suffering gets their hands squashed by the NobleGates, 51-25, in division 8. It wasn’t quite a flawless victory for 5th Precinct’s Mortal Kombat but it’s a win for the Outworlders, 42-21. Mojo’s Dojo got its mojo working with a close win against The Star Force: Junior League, 106-84. The MacGregors flatten the Loon Platoon, 51-34.”

“Pookie take over for a minute. I got to go shake some thing my mummy gave me.”

“Yeeeah, that ain’t right Harry, but I got you covered. I tell ya, I got evil clowns to the right of me and croakers to the left but here I am.

In division 9, the BomB X Squad blows up the Raider Nation, 48-18. The A-Team wrestles the NWO to pin down a victory, 69-49. The Purple Onion peels L.U.S.H. a new one, 120-109 and finally in division 9, the Rock “n” Wrestling Connection suplex the Jeffery League 51 58-0.

In division 10, it was half and half. Half of the Leagues show up, the other half, not so much. Here are their results. Deth slams HellsGate, 20-0. The NotoriouSeven sink the PIRATES CAVES’s ship, 12-0. The Lothlorien, edge out a slim victory over HAZZARD, 2-0. The best battle of division 10 was the House of Aristata Vs Mutant League. The Mutants burn down the House, 34-32.”

“I’m back Pookie. Thanks for that hell raising commentary.”

“Well, the rest of the results are finished Harry, now that you’re done playing skelicopter, we just need to close up shop.”

“Ha-ha! Good one Pookie. I’ve got to scratch that down somewhere but Pookie is right. It’s been a great treat watching all of these horrifyingly haunting battles. We would like to thank everyone for a great show and hope we get to visit again next year. I’ll leave ya’ll with a lil anonymous poem I like from years ago but for now, eat, drink and be scary.

One Fine Day

Ladies and gentlemen, skinny and stout,
I will tell you a story I know nothing about.
Admission is free, so pay at the door.
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
One fine day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other.
A blind man came to watch fair play.
A mute man came to shout “Hurray!”
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came and killed the two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
in a two-story house on a vacant lot.
A guy with no legs came walking by
and kicked the policeman on his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without a sound
into a dry ditch where he promptly drowned.
A long black hearse came and carted him away,
so he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of a big round table,
the only eyewitness to the facts of my fable.
And if you don’t believe my lies are true,
ask the blind man; he saw it, too.

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League War 10: Fan-Fiction "The Real Heroes"

The spotlights high in the ceiling snap off, shrouding the battlefield of the Stellar Arena in thickening darkness. The spectators have all departed, heading off to attend either magnificent victory parties or dismal pity-fests for their leagues. On Earth, where viewers get to marvel at the battles on their big screens, once the channel gets switched to SAS reporting or local news, nobody really thinks about the goings on after the war.

    That is, unless you are a member of a very elite group known by few. The BADGE Space Station Maintenance Crew. 

    This is one of their stories...

"Ewww. Gross. Whose blood do you think this is?" Ralph held up his mop-head, which was steaming as the fibers melted away. His cleaning cart was already half empty of supplies. "It smells like cat pee."

His partner, Johnny, kept his back turned. "It's better not to try and guess, my friend. It used to be that you could make a mint picking up after these fights. There was always some mad scientist waiting outside the back door with bundles of Bux just waiting to get blood and tissue samples. Put my kid through college off what I made selling some of Strange Quark's hair a while back."

"Why'd ya stop, Johnny?" Ralph said as he continued to mop up the large puddle of fluid on the floor.

"With the space arena here, they dispose of everything all nice and neat in a torpedo shot right into the sun," Johnny said. "No more tossing a plastic garbage bag out the back door when nobody's watching, ya' know."

Ralph nodded. "No back doors on a space station. Only airlocks."

"Exactly, my friend. Exactly."

The two of them swept, mopped, wiped, and power-washed in silence for a few minutes. A meteor flew overhead, bringing a flare of brightness to the room.

"Did you watch any of the fights this war?" Ralph asked.

"Bits and pieces. Bits and pieces. You've seen one fight between capes, you've seem em' all eventually." Johnny pretended to point his his hand at Ralph as if emitting an energy blast. "Pow. Zap. Yeouw!!!"

Ralph clutched his hands to his heart, the mop handle clattering on the floor. "Oh. You got me, Hot Wings. You got me."

Johnny chuckled. "Weapons of Mass Destruction. Bah. They should call themselves Weapons of Big Messes. Everywhere they go, they're smashing or breaking something. Did you hear the call Joe got about having to fix the toilet in their viewing box? Whatever they tried to flush wasn't wanting to go anywhere. It reached out of the bowl and grabbed poor Joe around the neck and tried to pull him in!"

"What did he do?" Ralph asked.

"Married it. They actually make a cute couple. I never imagined anything with tentacles could be attractive, but once you get past her single eye, she's sort of cute." 

"I get it. I always wondered why he kept calling his kid Squidly." Ralph knelt down and picked something up. "Hey, got another tooth here. What's that? Number One-thousand and forty-seven?

"Thousand and fifty-five. I found a bunch over their while you used the can." Johnny looked hopeful. "Any gold in it? Don't forget to check for fillings."

"Nah. It's kinds sharp and pointy, though. Ouch!" Ralph dropped what was in his hand and jumped backwards. "It tried to bite me. It jumped in my hand and was going to dig in."

Johnny reached into his cart and pulled out a jar half-full of a clear liquid. He opened it as he walked over to Ralph's side. "Drop it in here before it grows back into another of whoever it was. Don't these heroes with regeneration know better than to leave their bits all helter-skelter?"

"Hydrochloric?" Ralph asked as he picked up the tooth and deposited it in the liquid. A bright green steam erupted upward as the enamel burned away.

"Fluoroantimorphonic. Latest thing from BADGE R&D. Great as a stain remover too," Johnny said as he spun the lid down onto the jar. "You about ready to go tackle the locker rooms?"

"I've got to finish up around the team dugouts first," Ralph said. He pulled a clawed device off of his cleaning cart and walked around the staging pen where heroes waited to take the field as others fought. He picked up towels, More-Fun candy bar wrappers, and Starbux coffee cups. Amidst the mess, he found a wad of bright purple clothing. "What's this?"

Johnny held up his hands, waving them wildly. "No, man. Don't do it. Don't..."

Ralph took the clothes in his gloved hand and pulled the bundle of cloth apart, revealing a large pair of spandex briefs. "Oh, god. Who leaves their dirty underwear out here? Oh. There's a name written on the tag. 'Property of Lykos'."

"We'll that will save having to put it in the lost and found bin," Johnny held open a black trash bag for Ralph to deposit the undergarment within. "You've seen what some of these heroes wear. Don't mess with it unless you're willing to see things mortal men like us aren't supposed to know of. Couple of wars ago, I found what I thought was a bag of money. Turned out, it was one of Abra Kadabra's component pouches. You don't want to know what was in that thing. It's a good thing our insurance covers psyche visits."

"Let's wrap this up and get the locker rooms done. Sooner started, sooner finished, right?" Ralph prodded. Together, he and Johnny moved to the outside of the Avengers 51 locker room 

Johnny moved to push open the door, but Ralph stopped him. "Hold on. Don't you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Johnny leaned closer to the door that had been painted a brilliant red. He then heard several loud crashes and multiple cries of pleasure.

"Oh, yeah. Give it too me." The voice cried out. "It's true. It's true..."

Johnny took a couple of steps backwards. "Smoke break?"

"Sure, partner," Ralph said as he also backed away from the racket within the locker room. "Let's make it a double. Seems like someone's going for extra innings."

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Drifting through League Wars 10

Drifting Spirit 

ID: 10821 

We were called upon to share our LW10 experiences & stories. So here is mine.

Just so happens my toon was the lowest level toon, (level 67) in Division 2. I started to worry a bit because according to the new rule in order to receive any LW prizes each league member will have to win 3 attacks. 

At first glance to our opponents I really wasn't sure I could win 3 or more attacks.

Round 1: Opponent, an Avenger league named The Decepticons. The lowest level toon on that league was a level 223 named Jiggs. I thought I need to get at least 3 attacks wins at some point so I tried Jiggs and lost, changed core to try again and failed. At this point in the war our league was probably not going to win and sure enough it turned out to be a loss for us, the final score of 38-58. 

Round 2: Opponent, Legacy of Spawn. The lowest level toons on that league was darkstar level 162, & Maggie level 192. I attacked darkstar & won, attacked Maggie & won, returned to darkstar to pick up the 3rd win, success. darkstar attacked me twice, I managed to pick up 1 defensive win also. Our league won the war, the final score of 67-32. 

Round 3: Opponent SERAPHIM ANGELS. The lowest level toons on that league was Incognito level 173, & Wildcard 187. I did not attack either because I did not want to risk it, possibly getting a loss in what seemed to be a close challenging war at first. I did however pick up another defensive win when Wildcard attack me. Our league won the war, the final score of 78-25. We also won the Silver Medal. 

I managed to get 5 wins in total. 3 attack & 2 defensively. It would have be super to receive the participation prize card "Haunted Ascent" getting 8 attack wins, however as the lowest level toon in Division 2 I'm extremely thankful to have gotten at least 3 wins. Special Thanks to my league mates the RAVAGERS for winning Silver Medal in LW10 in Division 2.

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Update on Predictions of Divisions Final Fight!

by ID#20314

So I predicted the outcome of this LW's in the beginning of the 1st day of LWs 10 and its now down to the final fight.

In division 1 we should get to see a good show of the giants fighting could be interesting. WMD for gold still but Avengers 51 should be able to raise some hell for them. Next good fight coming up is in Div 6. Villains Inc vs 666 this one is going to be a good fight to watch also cheers. From looking at the bags on each team vs main power it should be a good display of power from Villains but still going to have a good body count on both sides. So stay tuned this is the final round and quite a few good fights being brought on in the final round.

Division 6 Stacked Deck vs 5th Precinct Dark Side this is also looking like it's going to have a good body count by the end another fight your going to want to check out for sure.

Div 8 NobleGates vs Suffering this fight I debated on for awhile but due to levels difference I'm pretty sure NobleGates will take it but it won't be a easy fight never is against Ray cheers brother you have kept me on my toes since I've started I know your team is a monster it's a bummer division landed this way 1 division down and yall would be the dominant team.

Division 9 Bomb Squad vs Raider Nation, another fight that's going to have an interesting body count. I'm going to have to watch this one just to see how it turns out. Alot of mixed levels and they aren't weak toons for level.

And last but not least Division 10 this stands to be an epic fight. Deth vs Hellsgate this fight is going to be who wants it more. At these low levels if one team decides to level its a game changer. Just a few levels on each toon can make a huge swing in power for a weaker team to create an uproar so I voted Deth wins due to toons and already having the levels advantage. 

This League Wars is producing a quite intriguing roster for the day 3 fight. Cheers to everyone, enjoy the show! Now this is a good ending scene a bunch of great fights to poke in and check out I will be just to see if I calculated the divisions Final, correct or not.

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LWS 10 – TRICK OR TREAT ROUND 2 FINAL SCORES

By: Todd Goode #12205

“Hi there Ghosts and goblins, it’s me, Scary Harry back with the killer endings of TRICK OR TREAT, round two. The winning leagues had a howling good time. The losing leagues have gone to pieces but they will pull themselves back together, literally, for round three.”

“Pookie, Say hi to everyone…..What!? Whattaya mean you don’t wanna shave the Wolf man for the Monster Mash party?”

“He bites Harry, and when you tossed my arm bone around last year, he took it and hid it and it took me three months of graveyard digging for me to find it and I’m not even going to say what he did to my leg this morning but it rhymes with jumpin.”

“Yeah, he’s funny that way. He’s into love at first bite. Now, for how the battles dreadfully ended.”

“In division 1, the Angels of Sorcery had no magic with WMD and WMD obliterates them, 173-1 and Avengers - Stormtroopers of Death thrash the Omniversal Traffic Cops with March of the S.O.D. 140-31.

In division 2, the RAVANGERS collect a bounty from the Legacy of Spawn, 67-32 and The Decepticons 51 de-wing the Seraphim Angels 104-22. The Angels should never say, “ANGELS! ROLL OUT!” Starscream gets nervous. Props to Painguin.

In division 3, 666 Apololyp$e Now likes the smell of napalm in the morning. It smells like... victory. The Hunter/Killers fall, 68-44 and 5th Precinct’s Kung Fu Hustle lost its chop against the Villains Inc., 63-20.

Division 4 has Colony 51 steals the honey from Tygger’s Freak Show 88-3 and the Creatures of the Night and 5th Precinct’s Omniversal Guardian has been tearing each other apart. The lead has been back and forth all day but the 5th Precinct’s Omniversal Guardians comes out bloody but victorious, 76-69.

In division 5, Merc BABES AND BASTARDS Emu eggs the Aussie Freaks, 96-0 and that is no yolk, err choke, dang it… no joke. The Galaxy Rangers get the stick. The Injected make them bleed out, 72-2.

Division 6 sees that the Stacked Deck has too many jokers and The Star Force takes a meteor to the asteroids, 128-35. Law and Disorder try to put the 5th Precinct’s Dark Side in prism but Law and 

Disorder get the light sentence instead. No Dark sarcasm indeed. The Law loses, 52-36.

In division 7, Time’s Arrow and The Magnificent Seven have got us on the edge of our seats with a tie of 78-78. There will be an eight hour OT for the die-breaker. Whoever has the most fights left will probably get the win but we will see who that is tomorrow with a die-breaker update.
Pain Inc. takes the Hang Over Gang 72-18 then take their drink. How rude. The Scottish Claymores - the Ghost Riders show The Justice League how it’s done, 75-54. This fight was a true Marvel and the Freaks of nature disconnect the B.O.R.G. 144-30. Bad B.O.R.G. baby… Bad B.O.R.G. baby. Freaks don’t assimilate.

In division 8 the NobleGates slam the gates of hell and shut down Mojo’s Dojo 101-1. Suffering open the portals of Outworld and 5th Precinct’s Mortal Kombat lose this round in the tournament 32-2. FireFly Fun Haus burns the Loon Platoon to a crisp 64-29 and The Star Force: Junior League fires photon blasters and de-feet the MacGregors, it was a great battle but the MacGregors were left without a leg to stand on and fall, literally, 74-56.

Division 9 had lopsided victories. Me thinks leagues forgot there was a war going on. Maybe they can improve and put on a good show. Anyways, the BomB X Squad destroys L.U.S.H. 56-0. The Raider Nation blitzes the NWO 18-0. The A-Team got their plan to come together and the Jeffery League 51 didn’t and loses 130-5. The Purple Onion body slams the Rock “n’ Wrestling Connection, 107-0.

The best battle in division 10 was the PIRATE CAVE vs Mutant League. The PIRATES shanghais the Mutants 28-15. Lothlorien loses to Deth 0-4. HAZZARD no shows and HellsGate barely show, HellsGate wins 1-0. Notorious Seven win over House of Aristata 11-0.

POOKIE! WAKE UP! We are finished with the results of round 2 –TRICK OR TREAT. Ahh never mind, Pookie is a dead sleeper.

Thanks to all the leagues for their fighting entertainment. Results for the die-breaker are coming soon. Eat, sleep and be scary. Scare ya later."

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