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The Silverscale Lounge Arena
Ep. 43: August 2025
Hosted by Baskerra “Lounge Bitch” Hellmane
All in favor of our Lounge’s Founders
(DISCLAIMER: All characters in sexual situations are 18 and over. Just to let you know)
Part 1: Mann Vs. Machine
(The story of the war between the Mann Brothers is a long and complicated one. On an alternate version of Earth located in the Steam Universe, their never-ending war for domination over certain parts of land was built upon pride and utter stupidity. What were the brothers fighting for? Gravel.
Yes, gravel. Something they were tricked into thinking was a valuable resource worth spending a near-forever war over.
So many resources wasted. So much blood spilled. So many times did two teams of mercenaries (one side being RED, the other being BLU) do battle, dying only to resurrect and fight again. A number of other things went down, like the attack of Merasmus the magician, a bunch of yetis, and so forth.
But such a conflict would come crumbling down when a new figure entered the fray: the long-lost Mann brother known as Grey Mann.
Unlike his brothers, he was far more calculating and methodical, orchestrating their deaths and eventually taking over Mann Co. itself. He accomplished with not only his smarts, but also a legion of mechanical men powered by money. May have not been the smartest move, that last bit, but it got the job done.
They would travel to various Mann Co. owned areas, overrunning the place before ensuring a bomb or a tank would be dropped into the interior area, reducing the place to a smoldering wasteland. Thankfully, the mercenaries of both RED and BLU would always team up to combat these threats, upgrading their equipment after using the very money used to power the now destroyed robots.
Much more stuff happened and Gray Mann would soon be slain. Overtime, Mann Co. would also fade away, the RED Mercenaries moving on with their lives, while the BLU mercenaries’ status remains unknown.
But Gray Mann was the kind of guy to have contingency plans in case anything went particularly south. The spite-filled old man had uploaded his consciousness into another computer upon death, the computer connected to his last robot factory. He still had enough money to power an entire legion of robots and, right now, the factory was starting to awaken again.
Perhaps the work of Aresdemonia? Most likely. That demon LOVED to invade video game-based worlds, causing all kinds of mayhem.
What was Gray Mann’s goal? Well, he wasn’t particularly pleased in terms of how the world had moved on from him. The Australium he coveted was gone. Mann Co. was no more. All he had left…was the annihilation of all life on the planet. One last hate-fueled move to remind the world to fear him.
But it seems all is not lost for this one section where the factory is located. It was a large ghost town surrounded by miles of dead forest, one of the large wooden buildings serving as an upgrade station for the brave warriors who would find themselves teleported to this place.
12 boxes, each one containing four characters, were now in these woods, ready to open up and unleash the 48 combatants unto the empty town. For the next couple of days, they would face wave upon wave of robots, most based on the mercenaries of Mann Co. The most powerful of the combatants would find themselves nerfed, only able to regain their abilities by upgrading themselves at the station. This would require them to defeat as many robots as they could.
All the while, making sure the robots didn’t succeed in their plan to destroy the whole town with their bombs, as well as spread out past the town to ravage the world.
48 Characters, 12 ‘Teams’. 1 chance to finally end this robotic terror…)
Team #1: Golden27
“Well, I’ll be tongue-tied like a Texan suckin’ on a sour sucker! Where the heck am I now?!”
Sandy Cheeks was a woman of science and thrill-seeking, so something like this was obviously getting her attention. The fact that the squirrel anthro didn’t have any clue as to how she got sent here was bothering her, though.
Quickly, she saw that she wasn’t alone. One of the residents was a rather muscular human in strange green armor, a pelt of green fur around his waist. He looked just as surprised as the rest of them, yet he exuded a sort of gentleness that put her at ease.
The other was a blue-haired woman with a spellbook, her eyes darting around after receiving the announcement of what was to be done. Despite her confusion, she kept up a cheerful smile, not allowing her shock to bring down the mood. “There must be some higher purpose to this. Maybe just to prevent evil from winning?”
“At ease.” A large muscular figure stepped in, the squirrel blushing as she got a good look at the mountain of a yeti. “I’ve seen this before.”
“Well, I’ll be. You work out, partner?” She asked before she realized something. “Wait a Texan minute. What do you mean by that?”
Skips, the yeti that was speaking, rubbed his chin. “This is the work of cosmic forces beyond our recognition. Beings that would see us fight for our own amusement have decided to, instead, ensure that a greater evil is prevented from speaking across this world. In short…who here is prepared to fight for their lives?”
“If it means saving a world, then count me in!” Lana happily said, while Broly just continued to look confused.
“Um…alright. I don’t want to hurt anybody…but if these people we’re fighting are bad…” He stood up, giving Skips a more curious glance. “Saiyan?”
“No, but I get why you’d ask that. Now, then…” The yeti skipped towards the entrance, cracking his knuckles. “On the count of three…stay behind me. Spreading out means whatever’s out there can single us out more.”
“That ain’t fair. Lettin’ you have all the fun.” Despite lacking any equipment, like a lasso or a laser blaster, Sandy was perfectly content with using mere karate chops to reduce these robots to scrap. Wouldn’t be the first time she’d done such a thing.
She had stepped past the yeti right as the doors began to open, the sound of clanking metal causing her ears to flick.
Team #2: Meow
For the now 20-something Glitch Tech known as Miko Kuboto, being in a scenario where she was surrounded by potentially so many video game characters sounded like a dream come true. Even though it was kind of freaky getting plucked from what she was doing and being separated from her friends, she was up for the challenge.
What she didn’t expect was to get placed with characters that she had absolutely no knowledge of. It kind of perturbed her, but, again, she wasn’t one to give up so easily. Heck, this was the same gamer that absolutely DESPISED walkthroughs and tutorials, preferring to learn things on her own.
That didn’t stop her from nearly getting blasted at point-blank range by the blaster of a Gunslinger-like being that shimmered like time/space made up its very being. “Okay! What kind of Glitch are you supposed to be?” She wondered, suddenly realizing she didn’t have her ranged weapon on her. “Ah, heck!”
The Paradox may was a glitch, but not the kind she was thinking of. This kind of glitch was one that happened to the space/time continuum from so many pasts getting ‘killed’. Silently, it walked towards her, fully intending to reduce her to pixels through its sole weapon.
“Hurts…everything hurts…” Slithering next to the Glitch Tech was a pitiful mass of melted gray flesh and cartoonish bone. Heck, his very name was Melting! He was gripping a large glok as he looked around, not sure what to do and feeling, as usual, very tired.
“YIKES! What happened to you?!” Miko exclaimed, wincing at the gruesome sight before a hail of bullets forced her to backflip out of the way. “Okay, that’s it! Time to crush this practice round!”
A hideous glitchy sound caused all three to freeze, as a glowing purple/tan mass of pixels formed into an irregular upwards-facing rectangle. Now, THIS Glitch was something Miko recognized. “Oh…so many creepypastas read and here I am…” She breathed, taking a step back as she felt the raw power of this strange Bird-Type Pokemon.
Volts crackled around its frame, the shapes of several other Pokemon trying to escape it before it suddenly crashed into the door, causing it to start glitching out as well. Miko would have no time to challenge the mysterious Missingno., for its freedom would mark the time that the group would have to head into the heart of the upcoming storm…
Team #3: A Fan
“Fan-freaking-tastic. Back here again.” Susie gruffly said, her arms crossed before she noticed a nervous jester-like being next to her. “So…you new here or-“
“No. I’m just…” Cracking her knuckles, Pomni’s expression calmed down really quickly. “This is gonna sound a bit sick, but just feeling real again like this…even when it’s having to face off against some kind of terrifying threat and often losing in a horribly deadly way…it’s worth it.”
“Eh. I’m kind of in a bad mood right now, so, whoever or whatever’s waiting for me on the other side…” Flexing her claws, the muscular saurian-like monster gave a vicious grin. “Leave ‘em all to me!”
“Sure. You have fun with that.” Pomni nervously said.
Meanwhile, Lenia had once again returned to the Arena, but she wasn’t the only one of her world to have been sent here this time around. "So, this is that Arena thing you were in? Gotta be honest, I was expecting it to be a little less drab." The newcomer of the team, Jake Raine, commented to his girlfriend as he looked around.
Being sent to another Arena had caused Lenia to curl up in a fetal position, leaning against the nearest wall. "This place being 'drab' is the least of our concerns! This place is a literal death game! Who KNOWS what we’re being thrown into this time?! Maybe there’ll be dragons again or something!”
Seeing her distress, her chill lover placed a hand on her shoulder. "Been here, eh? Well, worst-case scenario, we lose, we wind up back home. This time around, you got me to watch your back. Like Hell I’d let ANYTHING happen to you.”
Those words seemed to work, as Lenia visibly calmed down. "There’ll be two others with us. Go talk to them. I'm just going to stay here and try to keep myself from freaking out too much."
"Yep. You do that.” Noticing how the other two were staring at him, he cleared his throat, making his pitch. "Alright, listen up! I know this is some scary stuff, but don’t you worry about a thing! For you have the upcoming, legendary badass hero known as 'Red Raine' on your side!" He then pulled out his katana and struck a dramatic pose. "And I'll make it our goal to get us all out of here!"
The two other women looked at each other. "A hero, huh?” Susie arched a brow. “Got any special powers to help or something?”
Hearing that caused Jake to sheepishly put away his katana. “Okaaaay…about that. I don’t have any.”
“That kinda sounds lame. You got that metal stick and that gun, yeah, but that’s about it.” The saurian one stated.
“I know, I get that a lot. Y’know, sometimes, experience and raw skill trumps fancy powers. Hand-to-hand combat, for example! I’m a kaiser at that! I’m a sharpshooter, I have this kickass sword known as ‘Dragon’s Eye’ that-“
“Um, no offense, but last time I was here, I faced off against an all-powerful eldritch abomination. I don’t think that’s gonna help much.” Pomni mentioned.
“That’s nothing. I faced a Titan. THAT was a ride. None of that’s gonna do much.” Susie added.
The fact that they had been through all that gave Jake pause. “Uh, Lenia, you hearing this? The clown faced horrors beyond comprehension, while Barney the Dinosaur's long-lost daughter fought a colossus! That shit sounds so fucking cool to do man!"
Lenia’s attention was brought back to the trio. "Barney's daughter?" Upon seeing Susie, the gamer side of her overtook all her worries, causing her to rush towards the purple-scaled one, pushing the others out of the way. "Oh my God, you're Susie! You're my favorite character in Deltarune! Quick, I need to know, what did the part of the prophecy that you punched out say!?"
“Wh…huh? Favorite what-now?” The saurian monster was understandably confused, but that last bit caused her to grab the other one by the collar. "How the hell do you know who I am and about the prophecy!?"
"Hey! Get your hands off my girlfriend!"
Thankfully, no fight would occur this time, as Jake and everybody else would soon notice that the doors were starting to open, the sound of rockets flying and metal clanging becoming readily apparent.
Team #4: Lokivulp
“Okay! Back here again! Only…why do I feel so much weaker?”
Goku’s statement wasn’t inaccurate. Indeed, some of the more overpowered fighters would feel a sense of weakness climb over them. Like all the power they had accumulated throughout their lives had suddenly taken a massive hit.
He wasn’t the only Shonen character, nor was he the only one here that felt like their god-like levels of power were taken down all the way down to base-level (still formidable, but still). “Hmmm…” Monkey D. Luffy had been on his own adventures with his crew when this happened, leaving him a bit irate at being plucked away like this.
Still, investigating that strange feeling as well, he stretched out his arms, relieved that he could still do that, but…yeah. “Hey, wait a minute…” He quickly turned to the Saiyan. “Don’t I remember you from somewhere?”
Goku rubbed his chin, only able to think of brief flashes of some non-canon crossover event from ages ago. “Nope! Been here before?”
“Nope. All I heard was stop robots powered literally by money.” He replied, adjusting his hat. “Weird.”
A shadowy monkey-like figure emerged from the corner, scowling at the Saiyan. “If this is all because of one of your hair-brained ideas that got me into this mess, Sun, I…wait a minute.” Macaque blinked when he got a better look at the spiky-haired one. “Nevermind.”
Examining the simian figure, Goku could feel a great aura of power emanating from him, though mostly of the dark kind that was mostly within the ominous shadow he casted. “I don’t know who this ‘Sun’ is, but something tells me you’re pretty strong. I can’t wait to see what you guys can do, even if I do feel a little weird!”
‘He’s definitely got Sun Wukong vibes, but a lot more…strangely innocent.’ Macaque thought to himself before giving a confident smirk, not wanting to show any weakness towards these strangers. “Eh. Just try to keep up and we’ll see where things go.”
“Did somebody say ‘strnegth’?” A massive figure revealed himself, leaping from his own corner and causing the whole place to shake. “Is this some kind of Smash Tournament?! Cuz, lemme tell ya’, I’m the undisputed champ! No questions asked!”
The mighty Donkey Kong (before his adventures in Bonanza, that is) was standing before them. “Talk about a barrel of monkeys.” Macaque joked.
“Somebody say my name?” Monkey wondered, having been knocked down alongside Goku.
“Actually, ape, but-“ DK was interrupted when the doors started to open, causing him to clap his hands in anticipation. “Oooooh, yeah! You know what time it is!” He prepared to say his catchphrase, everybody else becoming very alerted to the sound of conflict raging outside…
Team #5: Sketchfan
“So, the author makes me get stuck as the Silver Medalist twice over, but gives freaking VEGETA an actual win to his name in this series!? NOPE! Nuh, uh! I am NOT going to stand for this!" Deadpool fumed, already scribbling furiously into a sheet of paper that he had with him.
A hulking machine loomed over him, his cycloptic glowing blue rectangular eye gazing at what he was doing. The last Bastion unit gave a series of curious beeps, distracting himself from the shocking realization that he was transported here without warning.
Looking back, Deadpool’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, look. An Overwatch character. I thought your game was deader than disco.” Standing up, he gave him a much deeper glance, suddenly brightening up. “Oh, sweet! I’m paired with the one that stole ‘Play of the Game’ all the time!”
“Beep?” Bastion tilted his head, not sure what he meant by that.
“Listen. You’re one of the schmucks who will help me achieve the victory I deserve. Work with me and everybody’s happy! Well, except the dead guys. They’re gonna be, well, kinda dead.”
Slithering up to the ceiling was a most unusual combatant. An absolutely MASSIVE rattlesnake with a cowboy hat, markings that resembled a mustache on his snout, and a rattle that had been replaced with a fully functioning gatling gun. “What the Hell kind of fever dream am I in right now?” He grimaced to himself, having heard the announcement earlier.
Rattlesnake Jake had a habit of taking up jobs with the promise of not just pay, but ‘souls to take’. Given that the objective was to take out this ‘Gray Mann’, it was going to be clear that this would be just like any other job…only he was bigger…and surrounded by what appeared to be a costumed monkey and some odd clanking pile of metal.
Not to mention, there was a woman in a maid dress that was staying as still as a brick wall, yet her very presence caused Jake to feel an odd surge of fear. Something about her…she was the image of tranquility, yet he could smell through his forked tongue a rage that could destroy anything in its path.
This was Roberta…the Bloodhound of Florencia. Fully repaired after her last disastrous rampage and ready to unleash devastation once more in the name of returning home.
She glanced up, staring dead into the hellish pupils of the massive serpent. “Are you a demon?” She wondered. “It’s far too early to drag me to Hell. I’m busy.”
Giving a dark chuckle to mask his own uncertainty, he gave another slow hiss. “I’m not on anybody’s schedule, darlin’. Stay out of my way and we’ll be juuust fine.”
“Hey! ‘Tombstone’ reference! Wanna see the changes I made to the episode’s script?” Deadpool wondered. “Sucks to be you, but I’m winning!”
It was Bastion that pointed to a certain detail of that script: that it was one of the early drafts. One that wasn’t being utilized for this episode. “MOTHERFU-“
Team #6: Kitte
The Arena was no stranger to unusual and obscure fighters. But this one was literally JUST a cube. A blank white cube that happened to float around, yet it floated like it was the center of an invisible man, rather than just a flying cube.
This…was the Amazing Spider-Cube! Within this team were three members of the Spider-Verse (a saying for characters that had a Spider-Man theme across the multiverse). Just as noble as the original Peter Parker, this guy would fight for justice to the third power!
That incredibly lame pun aside, he was being examined by another Spider-Man. More accurately, a Spider-Woman. One with a green version of the suit that allowed her red-ponytail to say around while she was hanging upside down from her web, as well as had openings that didn’t leave her ass to the imagination.
This particular version of Spider-Woman was Spider-Monitor, a FAR more innocent variant of the glitch known as Monika. Being related to a glitch meant that she could communicate with Spider-Cube far easier, understanding what the seemingly silent glitch was saying.
“A team-up? Gee, I haven’t teamed up with another hero in so long. I’m more of a solo act. But, if it means that we get through this adventure quicker, I’m in.” She stated, only to feel a looming presence over them both.
Hulking into the fray was the monstrous anti-hero…VENOM! Actually, more-accurately, SONY-VENOM! Literally the only good aspect from Sony’s Spider-Man-less cinematic Spider-Man Universe. He was examining Spider-Monitor with interest, tilting his head as she landed on her feet in a defensive stance. “You look…familiar.”
“Hey! Maybe she’s friendly! Ease up on the ‘big scary monster’ mode!” Eddie Brock’s voice spoke from within. He was quite happy to be reunited with the seemingly slain symbiote, but he didn’t want that reunion to be a brief one if things went wrong. As for the whole ‘in another universe’ thing, wouldn’t be the first time that happened.
As for the other Spider-Heroes, their spider-senses weren’t going off, so it alerted them to the fact that this large behemoth wasn’t a threat. “I don’t really know you, but I do have more than few fans! If this is about an autograph, it’ll have to wait.” Spider-Monitor said.
Suddenly, Sony-Venom gave a growl, his skin rippling as he sensed unearthly hostile intent. “Wait…we’re not alone…” He slowly turned around, the others looking to his side to see what had gotten him so riled up.
It seemed like he was getting upset at a rather innocent sight. The rather adorable green-haired woman before them was humming and minding her own business. In fact, when stared at by Sony-Venom, she just waved, oblivious to the monstrous one’s presence. “Hiii! I’m just a normal human doing very normal human things! Carry on!”
“…okay, that kind of sounded suspicious, but-“ Spider-Monitor could also tell something was up but had no time to dwell on it, as the doors started to open. “Looks like the welcoming committee is here! Let’s go greet them!”
Spider-Cube looked ready to roll out, while Sony-Venom continued to give the stink-eye to Mitori. “We’re…watching you.”
“No need! I’m just here to have fun!” She happily said, hiding the fact that she had a wicked-looking knife held behind her back…and a sinister purple glow in one of her eyes…
Team #7: SuperDocBoy
In one of the many alternate futures in the DC Universe, a devastating event had occurred. The world had gained the attention of an egocentric parasite. A being that desired to have all be him, regardless of what everybody else thought of losing their free will.
This being seemed ridiculous, being a kaiju-sized starfish. However, apart from being rather skilled in hand-to-hand combat with his four limbs, he also had the ability to create smaller versions of himself. These Starro Spawn would latch onto the faces of others, painfully connecting to their faces and ensuring only their mouths were visible.
Their brains were devoured, rendering them hollow shells that were only meant to be puppeteer by the vile extraterrestrial. The world of that alternate universe was overrun by Starro-controlled beings in no time, with only a few escaping the devastation to, perhaps, one day fell the villain.
One of those survivors was the psychotic Harley Quinn, having been gifted the mantle of ‘Robin’ by Batman before he fell to Starro. Heck, she even got to wear the old costume! Right now, this ‘Bad Future Harley’ was looking at what she THOUGHT was a Starro Spawn…
…except it was a totally innocent-looking cartoonish Sea Star/Celestial Star hybrid. The golden star waddled over to the confused woman, holding out his arms in a gesture of friendship. This was no Starro Spawn. This was the heroic prince known as Starfy.
“Awwwww! I thought I’d never be able to look at a star the same way again after…well, everythin’, but I just wanna take you home with me!” Harely cooed.
“Starro is All. Starro will be obeyed.” Two voiced echoed, stepping out of the shadows to reveal themselves.
“Aw, shit! Can’t I go anywhere where I don’t have to see Starro’s mug?!”
Indeed, the two in front of her had fallen to Starro’s evil a long time ago. There was the traitorous Terra, now converted to Starterra, and the kind-hearted Starfire, now converted to Starrofire.
Gone were their consciousnesses. Gone were their very souls. These were merely puppets for Starro to control from universes afar, ready to destroy the one that had managed to avoid his insane lust for control.
Sensing hostile intent in the two figures, Starfy rushed forward, his eyes narrowing as he got into a protective stance. However, due to the unstable connection Starro had with the puppets (because, well, its several universes apart), they started to bow before him. “Starro…is all. Starro…is here.”
Harley arched a brow, looking just as confused as the prince. “Buddy, lemme tell ya’. If you’re askin’ for context…ya’ ain’t gonna like it.”
Thankfully, a distraction came in the form of the opening doors, the puppets starting to stand up again as they readied themselves to fight anybody who dared to hurt ‘Starro’…
Team #8: MaskedGirl18
“My, my! If it isn't the King of Hell himself, finally showing his face in public!” Alastor gleefully stated, pacing around the other returner to the Arena. “I assume that this means you’re going to actually do something about that Stammadon fellow who's been disrupting our society…or is Hell’s ruler too busy making insipid rubber duckies?”
Turning his voice briefly demonic for a moment, Lucifer’s body emitted hellish hot flames. “DON’T TALK SHIT ABOUT MY RUBBER DUCKIES!” He roared before calming. “Why am I even letting you get to me?! I don’t even know who you are.”
“…oh, how unfortunate.” Alastor’s eye twitched a bit at that before circling around him. “All joking aside, let’s leave all the hostilities at the door! There’s a technological terror awaiting us! One I’m all too willing to rip to shreds…” His voice darkened as he said that, his hatred of modern tech showing.
Calming himself down, Lucifer swung his cane around, pushing past him. “You have fun with taking care of the small fries. I’ll deal with the boss of this operation.”
“Very poor choice of words, that first part.” Alastor suddenly pushed him to be in the lead again. “A man of your stature would be reduced to mincemeat, given the state we both find ourselves in. Unlike you, a damper on my power isn’t enough to keep me down!”
“Are you saying that just because I’m nerfed…that’s what the kids are saying, right?” Lucifer asked before getting back on track. “…then it means I’m useless? You’re thinking way fucking wrong, buster!”
“I don’t think it. I know it.” The Radio demon happily said.
“Listen here, you old-timey dick…”
As they argued, two other returners were watching. Both similar in that they practiced magic, though went about it in differing ways. “Shipping goggles…on.” Luz Noceda said, distracting herself from the harrowing scenario ahead by focusing on the dynamic of these demonic entities.
“I don’t know. I’m looking at the deer demon and I’m not sensing much in the way of a heart.” Ashley pointed out.
“How do you know that?” Luz asked.
“He doesn’t smell right. Smells like burnt venison.”
“…okay, I’ll take your word for it. Ship sinker…” She muttered before she realized something. For some reason, her knowledge of glyphs had taken a hit, the rest being quite fuzzy. “Wait a minute…did MY Glyph smarts get nerfed too?!”
“My own spells feel a bit weaker too.” Ashley stated too, her expression not changing as she began to shake with rage. “This…will not do…”
The robots that started to approach the opening doors would be the first to face her wrath, her staff already generating unstable fireballs…
Team #9: DJ
Letting out a horrible wail that would send shivers down the spines of even the bravest of Sprites, Hexadecimal was reborn, the virus spreading her limbs out before landing. “Hmmm…five more minutes.” She yawned, treating her near-death experience like it was nothing.
Still, she couldn’t deny that something was up. A power more chaotic than her own had brought her into the world of the Users. A power that stripped her of most of her god-like power. “WHAT IS THIS INSULT?!” She screeched, causing the place to shake. “WHO DARES DEPOWER ME?! WHO DARES…help me into a whole new experience?”
She purred that last bit, a genuine smile forming on her face as she relished in just how…random this all was. Even better, she noticed that she wasn’t alone. “And you are, handsome?” She pointed at a man covered in blue/black glowing armor, his expression slightly uncertain as he gazed upon the virus.
“TRON. I fight for the Users.” He explained, remembering his programming.
“So, a lapdog for the very beings that influence my world time to time? How cute.” She said before tapping her chin. “I don’t know why, but something about you reminds me of somebody…special back home.”
The program just continued to look around, remembering why he was sent here. Apparently, this was some sort of game…a game that he would win if it meant returning to his beloved system.
Waking up with a gasp was a centipede-like Maverick, his multiple limbs flailing around before he gathered himself. Taller than TRON, but not as tall as Hexadecimal, the insectoid robot stood, grasping his head as he did so. “My programming…no longer corrupted…memories…flooding in…” He spoke in a deep gravely tone.
“Are you finished?” A hand reached out for him, revealing it to be connected to a rather beautiful green-haired android. “Panicking won’t serve us well in the coming fight.”
Taking that hand, Magna Centipede was still shaky, his optics widening with horror. “My own comrades…slain by my own hands…they barely stood a chance! I wasn’t-“
SLAP!
Aschen Brodel had struck him across the face, causing him to narrow his eyes at the android. “Did you just slap me?”
“I calculated it would calm you down. Are you any calmer?”
“OBVIOUSLY NOT!” He waved all of his limbs before realizing others were watching, causing him to compose himself instantly and get into a standing ninja pose. “On second thought, I am operating at full capacity. Everything is fine.” His eye twitched a bit.
Hexadecimal laughed at this, her cackle unsettling even the usually serious TRON and Aschen. “Oh, this is going to be FUN!” She was especially pleased to see that the doors were opening, causing her to put a hand to her ear. “Oh, look! They’re playing our song!” She suddenly appeared in front of TRON, grinning maliciously. “May I have this dance?”
“…I’m doomed.” Magna Centipede sighed.
“The sentiment is shared.” Aschen added.
Team #10: The Wandering Pikachu
“Well…what do we have here?” The lovable rogue-turned-Rebel fighter, Lando Calrissian, nervously looked around, remembering only the instructions spoke through the box that he was trapped in and only armed with a X-8 Night Sniper Blaster.
He was always confident he could charm himself out of any situation, but it didn’t seem like the one who sent him here was in any mood for conversation. Only seeing him in action. “So, you too?” Commander Shepard, a returner to the Arena, wondered.
“Oh, you know what’s going on?” Lando asked, instantly putting on the charm in order to calm his own nerves, as well as maybe gain some valuable info. “Because, if you fill me in, trust me. You won’t regret it.”
“There’s no need to negotiate. We all want the same thing: to make it to see another day. Just stick with me and we’ll be fine.” He assured, reading a single small blaster.
One with absolutely no weapons stepped forth, decked in intimidating green Spartan armor. The Master Chief himself had also been sent here, fully aware that the only way out was to bash some robot heads. He stayed silent as he joined the duo.
Lando gave an impressed whistle as he looked at the armored giant of a man. “You have GOT to get me in touch with your tailor.” He joked.
Behind them, Marcus Fenix was too busy looking at himself, surprised to see that he was back in his prime, complete with original COG armor and Lancer. He examined himself on the reflective surface of the box, groaning to himself. “Can’t even use the ‘too old for this’ excuse for this.” He grumbled.
He was very much pissed that he had been separated from his family, but there seemed to be an out. That’s all that mattered. He wandered to the other three, with him giving Lando an odd look. “Take my advice. You wanna live? Lay off the cape.” Being from an aristocratic background, he recognized the cape as a sign of royalty, but that hardly mattered when it came to the upcoming fight ahead.
“I always said that, if you do anything, do it with style. Now, who’s willing to believe we can negotiate with whoever’s running the joint or…” Noticing the grim faces of those around him (though it was hard to tell what the armored one was thinking, given the helmet), he settled for readying his blaster. “Okay. Fine. The ‘Solo’ way, it is.”
Team #11: Plebian Garbage
For these four V-Tuber characters, they were once again going to find themselves playing a game…only, this time around, they were WITHIN the video game!
However, they were focusing less on that and more on the fact that, due to Chunky Lotus’ large size, they were all being pushed against the interior walls of the box, their assets squishing all around. “Sorry! So sorry!” The dragoness squeaked, attempting to cheer them up by making popping sounds with her lips.
The cow-like one, Miilkywayz, was smooshed by that large ass, her face staring down the flaming tail-tip of the dragoness. “It’s…quite alright…” She tried to assure, her own breasts mashing greatly against the floor. Some milk was staring to leak from her nipples, causing her to give a low moo.
“MMMMMPH!” The short princess with an absolutely MASSIVE bust, Fairy Ichika, was mashed between Chunky Lotus’ own breasts, her boobs sticking from out of the cleavage. Her limbs moved all around, her wings frantically fluttering while she pushed and kicked around.
“Oh! Oh! That’s a little sensitive there!” The dragoness panted, shaking her chest a bit while trying to push her feet against the door in an attempt to get free.
Saa, the Diamondback humanoid, was barely managing to get herself some room, her humongous ass pushing against the wall with enough force to make it dent, while she felt cornered by one of those giant thighs move around. “This isn’t so bad. After all, you’re quite a cute morsel~” She teased the larger one.
“M-morsel? Me?” Chonky wondered, the surprise of hearing that causing her to push her feet further against the doors, finally causing them to start caving.
“Oh, hey! Nice work! Keep that up!” Saa hissed in delight, finally ready to enter the fray.
“Yes! That would be nice! I don’t know how much moooooooooore of this I can take!” Miilkywayz mooed, more of her tit-milk leaking out.
Team #12: Markostrikes
The eternally playful Pokemon known as Mew floated around the box, wondering why she couldn’t use any of the myriad of moves she had gained over the years. Then again, she was a forgetful sort. Something that didn’t bother her in the least, as it meant that she could learn so many things and re-learn them again with the same wonder.
“Ah. What an…interesting turn of events.” The mysterious G-Man said, standing in the middle of the container and watching as Mew examined him. “Ah. An anomaly wrapped in the shape of…comfort. My employers would have a field day if they…hired you.”
She tilted her head, not sure what he meant. Still, he appeared interested in catching her, given her great level of power. Instead, she backed away, giving a giggle before she moved on to investigate whoever else was here.
One of the combatants appeared to be just a discarded pile of scrap in the form of a vaguely golden-colored bear-like robot exosuit. She could tell there was more to this than just scrap, floating close as she sensed something…vindictive within.
Angry. Violent. Probably about to snap if she did anything further. In fact, she almost felt those jaws near her head, causing her to back away instantly. This ‘Golden Freddy’ was clearly alive, but what was holding its strings, that was a question for another day.
The only other one here was a returner to the Arena. Noelle Holiday, that is. “Oh! Here again.” She mumbled, dreading what awaited her in the coming days. She remembered the last few times that she was trapped in the Arena and, while one of them involved her having a wonderful time with Susie, she didn’t like how losing usually involved a terrifying and/or sudden end.
She let out a bleat of surprise when Mew got in her face, causing the Pokemon to giggle at her reaction. “Please, be careful. I don’t want to freeze you by accident!” She frantically said, her hands already starting to sparkle with ice-related power. It was weak compared to other times she used it, but, again, the MvM mechanics were in effect.
Despite her warning, Mew moved towards those hands, her own hands starting to harden with ice as she remembered a move from her past…only to forget it just like that. She shrugged, merely continuing to float around.
The G-Man looked upon the deer monster, rubbing his chin. “My employers spoke of you once…maybe you’ll prove to me to be as interesting as that prophecy describes.” He gave a sinister smirk as he said this.
Noelle gulped, already seeing that the door was opening. Despite the danger, maybe heading outside and perhaps finding some help was better than running afoul of…whatever this man was. Even Mew was losing interest, not liking the slightly malevolent aura around him.
He just continued to smile, curious to see where this would all go…and wanting to see how his plans would be furthered by whatever would happen later.
The stage was set. The waves of robots were already being developed, ready to swarm the abandoned town and reduce it to a charred cinder. The process would then repeat one town after the other…until there was nothing remaining but a kingdom of devastation, with the Gray Mann computer program looking over it with grim satisfaction.
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PART 2: The First Wave
(ROBOTS! (Final Remix)-Metal Fortress)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sUdRIkRN3RU
The very instant that the doors opened for all the boxes, the chaos had already begun. A swarm of Scout Robots armed with baseball bats were flooding the town. The hills around the place were now covered in the things, showing that Gray Mann wasn’t playing by the usual rules.
This was going to be a war of attrition, with near countless waves of robots. There were even a few Heavy Fist Robots, as well as Robot Snipers, just to swell the ranks.
Alastor wandered out to see what the big deal was, even seeing that one of the Scout Robots had a cartoonish bomb strapped to its waist. “I prefer my food to be actually edible and capable of screaming, but who am I to complain?!” In spite of his reduced power, he could still do something that gave him an advantage.
Portals opened up from beneath some of the robots, tentacles emerging to crush several robots into scrap. Piles of money were left behind, but the robots weren’t deterred by this showing of power. They just kept heading towards the very town itself, the bullets of the snipers flying through the air.
Still chasing after Missingno., Miko found herself confronted with those same tentacles, as well as several robots heading her way. “Whoa! Watch it! HEY!” She dodged them as they rose up, though one ripped through her suit, causing her breasts to spill out, only held back by a bra that looked like it was barely holding together.
Blushing, she then had to dodge when a tendril surged towards her, forcing her to arch her back to avoid it while she delivered a powerful kick. “Whoever did that owes me a new suit! Those aren’t cheap!”
Lucifer was in the air when he witnessed this all happen, transforming into a hawk to swoop down on the Sniper bots to take them out. “So, is this what you mortals do for fun?” He wondered, watching as Luz made several glyphs to act as a staircase.
“Not usually!” Luz replied, writing a glyph on a nearby building that resulted in a fireball consuming some of the robots.
When they tried to push through the fire, Ashley’s fireball fully fried their circuitry, with not even the Heavy Fist Robots surviving. “Correct. Usually, mortals flee at the first sign of danger.” She also noticed how the money left behind by the robots wasn’t burning, causing her to arch a brow when she got a wad of the stuff. “Peculiar.”
“You kids have fun! Let the grown-ups handle this one.” Lucifer decided to have maybe a bit of fun, aiming at a whole battalion of Scout Robots with his staff, though he was only able to deliver small bursts of hellish energy that destroyed one bot at a time.
Bad Future Harley was busy trying to flee from Starrofire and Starterra, the former firing energy bursts from her hands at her, while the other was creating a rockslide that ravaged through a good section of the town. They didn’t even seem aware of the robot menace surrounding them.
Holding onto her shoulder was Starfy, the prince frantically looking around as he saw waves of those Scout Robots head right for them, their baseball bats at the ready. “Alright, boys! You wanna join in? I brought your dance partners!” She said before leaping over one group of robots, leading to them facing the brunt of the puppeteered one’s attack.
Starrofire nearly blasted her opponent with a clear shot, but Spider-Montor swung in, kicking her in the face. “Sorry, One-Eye, but you forget! We’re all on the same side!” She yelled, followed by Sony-Venom and Spider-Cube as she went into the fray.
When her controlled opponent tried to fight back, snarling as she did so, Sony-Venom tackled her down. “Wait! You’ve got something on your face!” Sony-Venom tried to remove the Starro parasite, but that only got him blasted in the chest by the green energy blasts of his foe, sending him hurtling into several Scout Robots.
Spider-Cube seemed like he was just floating around, several Scout Robots getting punched around him by invisible fists, while Spider-Monitor used her webs to try and grab the bomb that one of the Robots was carrying. Alas, one Sniper Robot shot through the web strand, sending the bomb flying.
Marcus Fenix grabbed it with one hand, punching the head off a Heavy Robot in the process. “Secured!” He looked at the bomb, taking cover as the robots converged on his location. “Now, where the fuck do I put this?!”
“I got it!” Lando hid with him, already coming up with an idea on the spot. “Throw it into the air! I’ll blast it!”
“And risk it landing and blowing us all to kingdom come? How good of a shot are you?” Marcus asked.
Shrugging, Lando gave a good-natured chuckle. “I don’t mean to toot my own horn, but I’ve been told-“
BLAM!
Right into the shoulder, Marcus was wounded by a rather large bullet, causing him to drop the bomb as he tried to apply pressure on the wound. The bomb rolled towards the robots, but it soon fell into the hands of the Paradox. The mysterious being grabbed it, rushing towards the base where the robots wanted to drop it.
As far as it was concerned, the total annihilation of everything around it would mean it could maybe return to time/space like it so desired?
Such a goal would be interrupted when a well-placed kick by Goku sent the Paradox flying, the bomb with it. “WHOOPS!” The base-level warrior exclaimed, running as fast as he could to catch the bomb before he started to take to the air.
It almost hit the ground, but Commander Shepard caught it, using his blaster to take care of several Scout Robots as he lifted the bomb up. “That was way too close.” He huffed.
“I know! I wouldn’t want this match to end so earl-“
BANG!
One of the Sniper Robots reduced Commander Shepard's head to pulp with a single shot, soaking Goku in his blood and causing the bomb to fall to the ground. In shock from such a violent scene, the Saiyan didn’t see how one Scout Robot took the bomb in the scuffle, trying to run as fast as it could towards the end of the map.
It wouldn’t get very far, as Sandy Cheeks rushed in to karate-chop it in half. “GOTCHA!” She picked up the bomb, lifting it for all to see. “Okay, partner! Ideas?!”
“Go low!” Skips instructed, the bomb finding its in his hands as he rushed towards the front of the map, trying to put as much distance between the end of the map and the explosive as he could. He skipped through the battlefield, bullets flying past his fur and Scout/Heavy Robots chasing him with full intent to beat him to a stain on the dirt.
As he ran, much of those robots were run into by Bastion’s tank mode, the robot letting out several beeps as he went up against the machines. He never did enjoy destroying other robots, but these certainly felt like empty shells, allowing Bastion to continue without his program suffering.
Several Sniper Robots tried to take aim at Skips, only for them to be sliced in half when Hexadecimal flew past them. “That’s right! Run, run, run! Don’t let this game end too early!” She cackled, noticing all the cash that fell. “So, this really is like one of those Games Bob engaged in so much. I’m beginning to see the appeal!”
“I would highly suggest using that sense of ‘fun’ to help us progress.” Aschen stated, using her rocket fists to smash through several Heavy Robots.
“DON’T INTERRUPT ME!” Hexadecimal roared, getting in her face before wagging her finger with a sweet expression. “It’s rude.”
“Not as rude as the fist I might plant in your face if you do that again.” Aschen calmly replied, hands on her hips.
Suddenly teleporting in front of the two, Magna Centipede planted his feet into the ground, his tail clamping down on a Heavy Robot that tried to attack them without them noticing. “Cease whatever conflicts you may have! Concentrate on the mission!” He instructed, ready to throw multiple hands.
“It is refreshing to be with somebody with a focused mind. Let the witch do whatever she’s doing. I already feel the chances of victory increasing if I be with somebody who’s even remotely competent.” Aschen said as she did a spin-kick against several Scout Robots, with the former Maverick joining in by using his ninja teleportation to flank the other groups of robots.
Huffing, the Queen of Chaos changed her focus to how TRON was throwing his disc, bouncing it between the dilapidated buildings in order to take out several robots with trick shots. “Now, why don’t I have one of those?” She wondered, tapping her chin.
Chonky Lotus was covering her eyes, the constant noise not doing wonders for her mood. It was as she was swerving around that her tail dragged against the ground, the flaming tip reducing several of the incoming robots to slag. “Yeah! Keep that up!” Saa said, a Heavy Robot or two mashed underneath her ass.
“Um…okay!” She replied, only to accidentally trip. “Oops!”
Miilkywayz and Fairy Ichika were in the middle of being confronted by a horde of Scout Robots, with Luffy hitting the scene by lumping in and using his leg in a corkscrew attack, reducing the attackers to scrap. “You guys, okay?”
“Oh, yes. Thank you so much for-“
“HOLY SHIT!” The fairy shouted before all three were smashed into the ground by a humongous pair of breasts.
The humongous dragoness had crushed them all into nothing, the nerfing of Luffy also ensuring that he was one of the first casualties. “Oh…oh, dear…” Chonky blushed nervously, already realizing that she had unintentionally contributed to the reduced number of combatants.
Meanwhile, Skips was almost all the way to the end, placing the explosive down while he prepared to guard it. “Alright. Let’s have this over-OOF!” He was punched in the face by a Heavy Robot, knocking some teeth out before he was surrounded by several others.
Thankfully, Lana was there to assist, the woman creating several portals that created blocks of glass that pushed away the robots into their own numbers. “You doing okay?! You look like you need some help!” She shouted, looking at his bloodied face.
“It’s just a flesh-wound. We need to keep that bomb away!”
“You mean the bomb they’re currently taking?” She wondered, ready to pursue as a Scout Robot made off with the bomb, resuming the chase once more.
The Sniper Robots prepared to assist their compatriot, but something began to barrel through the ones on the edges of the map. Broly had instantly registered the mechanical beings as threats, using his bulk alone to send the machines skidding around, their limbs barely held together by circuitry.
Not much rage was coursing through him. Just an instinctual desire to destroy all that would do him and his allies harm. He passed by Missingno. as he flew by, the glitchy Pokemon trying to absorb Mew into itself.
The more playful one was flying around and avoiding each strike, even giggling when it tried to morph into a more amorphous shape, surging forth, but missing and splatting onto the ground. The pixels tried to reform, only to find itself next to several destroyed robots set to explode.
That was Melting’s honor, the pitiful being trying to get away from the havoc while the defeated robots exploded, reducing the glitchy one to pixelated dust. Mew floated from the smoke, not really interested in engaging in anymore of the battle either.
Within one of the destroyed houses, Jack, Lenia, and Pomni were hiding, the swarms of robots covering the windows. “Ready with one of your storms, babe?” The swordsman asked.
“Funny thing about that. I got nerfed so much that I might only be able to destroy one robot at a time!” Lenia pointed out, the group then hearing the sound of clanging metal and slight laughter.
“I don’t think a lack of that much power is a problem for at least one of us.” Pomni remarked, the three slowly looking up and resulting in only their eyes being visible in the window.
Indeed, Susie had resorted to using a table she found to slam into the Scout Robots, her teeth moving to grab around a Heavy Robot’s fist, ripping it off with little difficulty. “Get wrecked, you stupid scrap boxes!”
“…maybe we can afford to spend a little more time here?” Pomni wondered.
“That sounds like a great plan! Let’s just so that and…aaaaand he’s already going out there.” Lenia sighed, watching as Jake jumped through the window.
“YOLOOOOOOO!” He shouted, swinging his blade while also blasting away at some of the spare Scout Robots.
Such a sight caused Susie to chuckle. “Dork.” She lifted the table back up, ready to attack a Heavy Robot, only for it to suddenly freeze up, ice forming around some of the cracks in its systems.
When it fell down, a familiar sight was revealed to the saurian monster. “Noelle?” She blinked before throwing her table away, grabbing the deer monster in a bear hug. “Aw, sweet! We’re doing this again together!”
“HURK! Good…to see you…too!” Noelle was both struggling to breath and loving how the rather firm and large bust of her friend was pushing against her. Their reunion was nearly cut short by when a Sniper Robot nearly blasted them from afar, causing Noelle to let out a bleat of terror.
“HEY! We’re having a freaking moment!” Susie roared, throwing her table straight into the surprised Sniper Robots.
Back with the Scout Robot with the bomb, he was knocked down by Mitori, the Imposter sweetly swinging around her blade as she planted it into its head, disabling it while she took the bomb. “You know…maybe destroying an entire base sounds way more fun…”
The sound of a sinister hiss caused her to quickly turn around, only to come face-to-gatling gun with the humongous serpent known as Rattlesnake Jake. “Ya’ wanna talk about that kind of thing? Keep it to yourself. Now, set the bomb down. I ain’t in the mood to mow down an unarmed-“
“EEK! SNAKE!” Mitori suddenly shifted her arm into a more monstrous form, slashing the other guy’s face as she tried to make her escape.
“SON OF A…” He hissed angrily, opening fire and ravaging various buildings, as well as other robots.
“SHIT! Find cover!” Pomni shouted, the upper half of their hiding spot getting shredded as Jake went on his rampage.
Laughing as he did so, Jake didn’t notice that, as he tried to pursue his foe with all the bullets his weapon had, he almost struck that bomb, nearly ending the whole Arena right then and there. Thankfully, there would be somebody that would end Mitori’s scheme with a jump-scare.
Golden Freddy’s face flew through the air, appearing before Mitori all the sudden and causing her to let out a cry of total shock, dropping the explosive in the process. “You almost gave me a heart attack, you stupid bear!” She shouted, almost ready to use her knife once more.
“BANANAAAAAA SLAMMA!”
“Banana what?”
SLAM!
With two mighty fists, Donkey Kong had smashed Golden Freddy into scrap, but the shockwave of the punch also sent Mitori flying, leading to her trying to turn into her true form in order to fly to safety, the attempts to blend in among her foes be damned.
That didn’t stop some Sniper Bots from blasting her out of the sky, resulting in her wings getting destroyed and her landing on one of the dilapidated houses. Impaled by several wooden planks, she roared as black ooze leaked from her wounds, not wanting to be defeated so quickly.
“DEADPOOL WAS NOT THE IMPOSTER!” The Merc-with-a-Mouth shouted, throwing one of his katanas into the monster’s head. Thus, her evil plan was ended before it truly began. “Okay, is there not a single non-dead ‘Among Us’ meme I could have used?”
He suddenly froze when the G-Man appeared behind him, creepily moving his hands all around him. “Well, well…it seems my employers would certainly enjoy hiring you-“
“YOU!” Swinging around to face the surprised entity, the mercenary began to shake him around violently. “WHEN IS HALF-LIFE 3?! ANSWER ME, DAMN YOUUUUUU!”
While he acted melodramatic, a Scout Robot that attempted to steal away the bomb was suddenly tackled by Roberta, her bare hands ripping the robot’s head off before she noticed the explosive. “You all shouldn’t be wandering around with this. You could drop it and hurt somebody.” She cooly said, soon realizing that she was being surrounded.
Master Chief was there to challenge the rest of the robots, having used his fists alone to punch through the hordes. Not a single bat could dent his armor, though the fists from the Robot Heavies pushed him back a few times. Whatever the case, he was ready to join Roberta in clearing out more of the machines.
Said robots weren’t there for long, as a large shadowy fist slammed into them all. “And that’s game.” Macaque said with a smirk, the time limit running out and causing everybody there to be teleported to the safety of several shops scattered across the map.
Watching this all unfold from afar, the Gray Mann A.I grimaced, his visage shown on a large screen overseeing the production of more advanced robots. “Whittling down their numbers is going to take an eternity at this rate. By the time I reduce their numbers to a manageable amount, they’ll be fully upgraded…and no doubt come for me.”
The scowling digital head of the evil man then had an idea. “Of course, I could always bolster my ranks with the few mercenaries I know that would be STUPID enough to go up against such impossible odds.” He started to scroll through the contacts list in his databanks, hoping to look for a team that wouldn’t resort to treachery like the Classic Team.
And that’s when he stumbled upon one particular team that caught his eye. One that stubbornly clung to being vicious mercenaries dedicated to a company that was crumbling away…the BLU Team…