Super Smash Bros.: Alternate Future

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Super Smash Bros.: Alternate Future
Topic Started: Jun 10 2008, 02:42 AM (95 Views)
Fresh	Jun 10 2008, 02:42 AM Post #1
New Member Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #88 Joined: November 16, 2007	Prolouge 10 years after the competitors from Brawl met, they were overtaken. The Brawl combatants were forcefully abducted from their homes only to be taken to an alien planet called Men-Kep. It’s an advanced civilization, filled with tan aliens.There, they meet the forgotten fighters of Melee. The people of Men-Kep took them so they can watch them fight for their own entertainment. They are in terrible living qualities and only fed before they have to fight. The citizens of Men-Kep bet on the fighters expected to win; and the money goes to the Men-Kep leader--Cekt Gamma. Cekt Gamma arranges the fights between combatants. If there was a large amount of money bet on one fighter, and they lost, they’d be taken to a dungeon for torture. Nobody has any hope. There are guards in front of every cell. Men-Kep isn’t letting anybody escape



Fresh	Jun 10 2008, 02:43 AM Post #2
New Member Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #88 Joined: November 16, 2007	Chapter One Link sat on his cot, his head buried in his hands. In the cell with him—King Dedede. Link mumbled a few words of distress. Both of them were hungry. And Link had to keep Dedede away from him so he wouldn’t suck him up or anything like that. There was a moan from the crowd outside. The battle must be over, Link thought. And somebody must have lost. About two minutes later, a small yellow mouse was escorted in by three other guards. Link watched as Pikachu was led into the cell next to Link’s, and he heard the door close with an iron clang. A few moments later, Mario was being dragged in the direction of the torture chamber by two other guards, followed by Cekt-Gamma. Gamma said a few angry words at Mario. Then he spat on him. Gamma then whispered to the guard holding Mario by his collar, and a few words to the other. The alien with Mario disappeared into the corridors. Cekt Gamma wasn’t a very attractive alien. His face sagged and had about three chins. He looked pretty old—about 75 years old in human years. His head had what looked like liver spots on it. His face was angry and serious. His clothes were very regal. He had on a long purple robe, going with his tan skin. Gamma walked down a different corridor, probably where he sat and watched the battle. Some kind of booth. While Link was observing Gamma, a guard appeared at the cell with two plates of rice. The guards of Men-Kep were taught English in order to communicate with the inmates. The guard was the same tone as Cekt Gamma. Just like every body else on Men-Kep. And he had on iron armor, and some kind of electric spear. “Eat up,” The guard said roughly. “You two are up next,” The guard put the two plates of rice through the hole for food. King Dedede eagerly took the rice. But Link was reluctant to take it. Dedede gulped down the food, dumping it all in his mouth at once. Link played with the rice for a while, then ate it. “Are we going to try and escape?” Dedede asked. Link closed his eyes and sighed. “We can’t escape. There are guards everywhere. And even if we do get outside the arena, we have no way to get home.” Link’s voice was deep, and gravely. His voice had changed for the while he’d been here. “We can. Gamma took Captain Falcon’s Blue Falcon and its somewhere under the arena.” Dedede replied. “This is true. But we’d have to get extra people to help, and there’s not that many of us to fight all of the guards.” “There has to be help somewhere out there. I know it. I feel it.” “There’s not,” Their conversation was interrupted with the noise of the door unlocking. Three guards stood out of the cell, two with handcuffs. The two guards came in and handcuffed both of them. They didn’t fight back. This was all a routine. The guards led the two fighters out to a dusty arena. It was styled as Final Destination—flat with no inclinations. Only this one had rocks and dirt. The crowd cheered and roared when the two came out. A guard came over to discuss the rules. “Okay low lives. Here are the rules. One life. One life only. Whoever falls off first is the loser. Understand?” Link nodded, and so did King Dedede. Link moved to the other side of the arena. Link could see King Dedede’s legs shaking. There was a loud ring from the bell, and then Link ran at King Dedede. Link’s dash attack landed on Dedede, only to be followed by the blow of King Dedede’s hammer. Link got back up on his feet, then used his spin attack. King Dedede slid back at least a foot. There was a cheer from the crowd. “Link! Link! Link! Link!” They said in an accented unison. Dedede inhaled Link, then walked over to the side of the arena to spit him out. The crowd gasped but link used his chain to grab on to the edge. Link jumped back up, and threw his boomerang. King Dedede sidestepped the attack, but the tornado pulled him close to Link. And Link had charged up a smash attack. Link’s sword smashed into Dedede, sending him flying off the stage, underground. The crowd roared, and then the announcer said something in the Men-Kep language. Link exhaled loudly. There was no pride in this win. He was just making it harder for everybody to escape. They’re destroying themselves.



Ramzam	Jun 14 2008, 02:25 PM Post #3
Everybody's Favorite DDR Posts: 832 Group: Moderators Member #4 Joined: December 16, 2006	I've said it all at Aisenfield. You're quite talented for your age.
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wyatt the arceus	Jun 19 2008, 04:07 PM Post #4
A master leek spinner, indeed. Posts: 411 Group: Members Member #59 Joined: June 10, 2007	Wow. :gasp: (Just trying out the new smilies! :D) I really love this story, I find it quite good. The thing I like a lot is the battle scene, when Dedede fights Link. It's nice and detailed, but not overdoing it and being too detailed. I wish MY battle scenes were like that. XD Anyway, just a few nitpicky suggestions I have, and I'm too lazy to type them up now, lol. I'm looking foward to seeing more of your work.



Fresh	Jun 27 2008, 07:22 AM Post #5
New Member Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #88 Joined: November 16, 2007	Chapter Two There was a sharp banging inside one of the cells. This was unusual, but the guards allowed it. The banging persisted, and then stopped. Ike was keeping his sword sharp by rubbing then banging his big sword on the cot. Even he was surprised the cot didn’t split in half. The golden sword had gotten dull ever since everybody was imprisoned. Ike was appointed to torture. A very large percent of the crowd had bet on Ike to beat Yoshi, says the guard that feeds everybody. The guard had also said that Cekt-Gamma was furious at Mario. Mario was in the torture chamber for twice as long. Ike really didn’t know if the guard was telling the truth or not. Why would the guard be telling him all of this anyways? Ike waited for about 20 more minutes. He was in the cell alone for right now. After he’d finished being tortured, he would have a cellmate by time he’ll be back. Not that he cared. He’ll be trying to see the damage come from the torture. And he would trying to get some rest. Maybe even planning a little strategy for now. But that will have to wait. Five guards abruptly opened his cell door, then struck Ike to the ground. One guard took Ike’s Aether that Ike dropped, and backed out of the cell. But Ike fought back. “I’m not going anywhere!” He said, trying to fight off the aliens and get his sword. “Get the hell off of me!” Ike punched one of the guards to the ground. One of the guards who wasn’t trying to wrestle jabbed Ike in the side with their spear, paralyzing Ike. ‘Damn,’ Ike thought. The guards began to drag Ike down the corridor. Ike’s muscles struggled but he couldn’t move. After a few minutes of struggling, he gave up. He’d have to get tortured. Why do they do this anyways? While Ike was thinking, he was interrupted by the loud clanging of metal. He looked up, and saw the old-looking metal door open. Welcome to the torture room, Ike thought. Ike was dragged into the torture room. It was a room, about the size of your average living room. Ike quickly glanced around to see what kind of torture devices they had there. There was something that looked like a rounded pepper grinder. There was an iron bowl filled with hot tar. There was a table, with what looked like handcuffs. And a rounded cage with what looked like an axel to spin around on. Nothing too lethal. They still had to fight. The guards pushed Ike down into a chair and handcuffed him down, incase he got his strength back. But what Ike didn’t see, was Cekt Gamma, sitting up in an elevated chair. He had a smile of arrogance. Then he spoke to Ike. “Welcome to the torture room.” Gamma said. “You have been unfortunate enough to be sent here for torture.” Gamma nodded at one of the guards. The guard walked over to what looked like a pepper sprinkler, and poured the hot tar into it. A different guard took off Ike’s handcuffs and took his shirt off and strapped him up onto the table. “What the hell are you going to do with me?!” Ike demanded. Gamma raised what little he had of his eyebrows at him. “Such strong language, good sir. You’ll eventually find out…” Despite what all that Cekt Gamma was doing here, he seemed to be calm and polite. Then the guard came over with the device—it’s called the Lead sprinkler. Or the Tar sprinkler in this case. The guard began to drip the tar on Ike’s stomach and chest. Ike yelled out in a great deal of pain. Gamma chuckled. “Like that don’t you?” He pointed to the cage. “Take him to The Whirligig. Like carnival rides, Ike? This’ll be like no carnival ride you’ve ever been on…” Ike looked at his chest. The black tar was seeping into his skin. Ike winced in pain when the guard unhooked him from the table. “The Whirligig” was about 5 feet from the table. The guard opened up the door of the iron cage and pushed Ike in. Then it spun. Another guard came and spun The Whirligig rapidly. Ike kneeled on one knee. He felt the urge to vomit. Eventually he did vomit. He spun for about 10 minutes, then it began to slow down. Then a guard snatched Ike of The Whirligig and threw him on the ground. Cekt Gamma walked up to Ike. “You cost me a lot of money.” Gamma spat on him. “Next time maybe you’ll try harder.” He called the guards over. “Take him back to his cell. Don’t put his shirt back on. When he’s relieved from his nausea, he’ll be able to put it on himself. I have a meeting to go to.” The guards picked him up, and dragged it down the corridor, back to his cell.



Fresh	Jul 12 2008, 10:55 PM Post #6
New Member Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #88 Joined: November 16, 2007	You guys have no idea how much I’ve been procrastinating. Well I’m here now. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Chapter Three An alien in a grim reaper costume sat outside of the arena where the abductees were. His face was covered with the hood he had on his head. He had a Trident Spear inside his coat. It looked like as he was going to kill everybody in the arena. He heard the roars and screams of the crowd inside. The alien in the costume also had a cart dragging behind him, covered with a black cloth. It apparently had metal in it; you could hear the metal clanking when he pulled the cart. He approached the entrance. There was nobody in the gates. There still were a few guards there. Just in case any late stragglers came along to watch the battles. The alien looked around at the land around the arena. It wasn’t in a city or anything. It was a desert. A desert with no shrubs or any sources of life. But there was a road leading from the arena to the main city of Men-Kep. Once the alien in the costume approached the gate, one guard stepped out of his booth and stopped him. “Whoa sir. Why are you coming so late?” The guard asked. The guard was dressed like any other guard in the arena. The man looked up, revealing a little bit of his rough, smiling face. “I did it for a good reason. Now if you would excuse me, I have to meet somebody.” The man proceeded to enter the arena, but the guard held his hand out. The alien sighed and waited to here what the guard had to say. “Not until I can check what’s in your cart and pat you down.” The guard reached out to pat him down but the alien slapped his hand away. He backed up a foot. “I’m sorry, I cannot let you do that.” He admitted. The guard got angry at him. “Are you some kind of terrorist that you won’t let me see if you’re carrying any weapons or not? What do you have to hide?” The guard clenched one of his fists up. And the two other guards looked out of their booths to see what was going on. But they didn’t interfere. “Terrorist? I don’t know what you mean. You all abducted these people from their homes. And you’re calling me a terrorist?” The tension outside the arena was heightening. The disguised man wasn’t intimidated. He sighed and took one last go at it. “Please sir, before you get hurt. Just let me in.” Now the guard was infuriated. The two by standing guards looked at each other. The guard stood up and threw a punch. There was a loud thud--but it wasn’t the disguised adventurer. It was the metal in his cart. He shouted out in pain. Then he snarled at the man in disguise. He pulled out some sort of gun; more like a laser. He aimed it at the alien. “Stop right there!” The guard had his finger on the trigger. He turned around, to see who was it that stopped him from shooting this “terrorist”. In awe, the angered guard dropped his gun. It was Cekt Gamma. And Cekt Gamma was very strict about intruders coming into the arena. This was a different case. “I’m sorry gentlemen. This is Sonant. I’ve been expecting him.” The guards looked at each other, then at Cekt Gamma. They let Sonant in the gates. Sonant nodded at the guards, joining Cekt Gamma in walking back into his lounge. ~X~ On the way to the lounge the two aliens hadn’t said anything to each other. Sonant didn’t even say anything about the commotion. They got to a door later on with two guards standing in front of the door. Gamma nodded at the two, and they stepped out the way. The two entered the room. The room looked like a living room on earth. Every thing was red and black, and all the furniture was red velvet. The carpet was red and black like a checkers board. There were two couches, one parallel to the other. There were two reclining chairs, and a black coffee table between them. Both Cekt Gamma and Sonant took a seat. Gamma raised an eyebrow. “Well, do you have them?” Gamma demanded. Sonant sighed. He removed the hood and revealed a young, wrinkle free face. Unlike Gamma, Sonant was green. Sonant nodded at him. He took the cloth off of the cart to reveal some familiar items. They were Smash Bros. Items. There were PokéBalls, about 40 of them, Cracker Launchers, Pitfalls, Beam Swords, Home Run Bats, and some Super Mushrooms in a large jar. Cekt Gamma smiled and evil delight. “Good job. Very good job Sonant. I have to ask, where do you find these?” Gamma asked. “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you that. That’s why you’re paying me.” Sonant replied. “Fine,” Gamma grabbed a suitcase from under the recliner. He pushed it over the coffee table to Sonant. Sonant opened it, revealing lots of money. Sonant smiled and stood up. “Thank you for your business Gamma. If I find more I’ll be ba—“ “Wait Sonant,” Gamma cut him off. He picked up the jar of Super Mushrooms. “What do these do?” “I think they make the user bigger.” Sonant guessed. “No, they’ll try to escape. Take them back.” “I can’t do that.” “You have to. Or else I’ll cut off our business,” “Fine,” Sonant took the Super mushrooms and put them under his cloak. He headed to the door before he was stopped again. “Also, I need you to find some torture devices. I don’t trust some of the prisoners. They might tell about the torture… What to expect—“ “I understand Gamma,” Sonant said. Sonant continued out of the door. Sonant walked down the hall. He took the Mushrooms out of his cloak. He passed one of the elevators. He paused for a moment. He moved under the elevator. He set the jar there in a safe place, out of sight. He walked out of the stadium, and disappeared out of sight…



Ramzam	Jul 12 2008, 11:07 PM Post #7
Everybody's Favorite DDR Posts: 832 Group: Moderators Member #4 Joined: December 16, 2006	I just read this, over at Aisenfield. I wonder how those mushrooms will work as a plot device~...
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Fresh	Jul 13 2008, 10:37 AM Post #8
New Member Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #88 Joined: November 16, 2007	Ramzam Jul 12 2008, 11:07 PM I just read this, over at Aisenfield. I wonder how those mushrooms will work as a plot device~... Heheh. Ramzam caught my plot device.



Ramzam	Jul 13 2008, 11:49 AM Post #9
Everybody's Favorite DDR Posts: 832 Group: Moderators Member #4 Joined: December 16, 2006	Fresh Jul 13 2008, 10:37 AM Ramzam Jul 12 2008, 11:07 PM I just read this, over at Aisenfield. I wonder how those mushrooms will work as a plot device~... Heheh. Ramzam caught my plot device. Indeed. Though, the fact you used the phrase, "out of sight," at the end of those last sentences sounded a litlle bit redundant/awkward.You shouldn't end two sentences the same way, like that if they're right after one another.
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Fresh	Jul 13 2008, 01:28 PM Post #10
New Member Posts: 26 Group: Members Member #88 Joined: November 16, 2007	Ramzam Jul 13 2008, 11:49 AM Fresh Jul 13 2008, 10:37 AM Ramzam Jul 12 2008, 11:07 PM I just read this, over at Aisenfield. I wonder how those mushrooms will work as a plot device~... Heheh. Ramzam caught my plot device. Indeed. Though, the fact you used the phrase, "out of sight," at the end of those last sentences sounded a litlle bit redundant/awkward.You shouldn't end two sentences the same way, like that if they're right after one another. Heh, I wasn't paying attention to that. I won't do that again. I hope.



wyatt the arceus	Jul 16 2008, 03:53 PM Post #11
A master leek spinner, indeed. Posts: 411 Group: Members Member #59 Joined: June 10, 2007	Keep it up, Fresh!



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