Disclaimer: Ah, Hell, I don't own King of Fighters, Street Fighter or
anything else. They belong to SNK and Capcom. I do, however, own THIS
little diddy.
Noon. The most notable warriors from both ends of the spectrum, from Southtown to Japan, have gathered at American Martial Arts Champion Ken Master's massive abode under mysterious summons. Having been there for awhile already, and with the clear indication that they had not been gathered to fight, some had started to become restless.
Ryu is shadowboxing over in the corner, looking bored as bored can be. Sakura Kasagano, his little tagalong, is mimicking his moves. Wolf brothers Terry and Andy Bogard were arguing about something trivial. Dhalsim, the Yoga master, turned himself into a meditated statue in the middle of the floor. Dan Hibiki is doing his usual silly cut-ups, rolling around on the floor with Blanka. E. Honda and Raiden are betting who can eat more food in one sitting. Akuma sits over in the shadows, his destruction symbol flashing on his back periodically. Bison and Geese Howard are holding a secret conference with themselves and everyone else is simply mingling.
KEN: (to everyone in the room) Alright, alright, everybody just settle down and shut up. And for the final time NO, I don't know why we're all here. We'll just have to wait for this "organizer" or whomever he is to get here. Provided that he does.
RYU: No fighting again? We've been here almost two days! What happened yesterday that was so important that this Zara what's-his-name couldn't show up? I'm a busy man, I've got stuff to do, places to go.opponents to beat. (He smirks with longing at the last one).
CAMMY: (rolls her eyes at Ryu) As I recall, mister overdedicated, last night you came here all damn sweaty and dirty from being on the road, was rude to everyone, and ate the entire buffet and went to bed! If we have to die from anticipation (or a lack thereof) waiting for this guy, then so should you.
KEN: Alright you two, just calm the hell down! He should be here any minute.
As if by the forces of fate, the doorbell rings that very instant. Upon opening the door, a fresh-faced young man enters and flashes a warm smile to all gathered. No one returns it. I shudder, getting the hint, and take my a seat among them.
Zarathustraa: Greetings everyone. Glad to see you all made it. I am Zarathustraa.
TERRY: YOU!?! You're just a kid! Look, if you want autographs or something, lets just get this over with, alright?
ZARATHUSTRAA: Now hold on. I understand that you may be a little angry at me, and I understand that. You all enjoy fighting, and you thought that this was going to be some kind of tournament. Well, it's not. I've called you all here so you get the chance to do something you all haven't done before: speak what you really think about your colleagues.
Everyone seems stunned. Ryu cocks his eyebrow. Others who are considered anti-heroes get sweat drops. Suddenly Dan, who had been studying me intently, breaks the silence.
DAN: I know who you are! You're that wanabe Neitzchien superman prophet phsyco kid with the obsession for fighting games! (To all) Hey everyone, we've got a "number one fan" in the house! Kenny, give him some money, make him leave! Make him go back to all those classess he's missing at college! Or howzabout this? You want my autograph? Oh too bad, you can't read Mandarin.
ZARATHUSTRAA: Sit DOWN, DAN! I've had about all I can take from you, you and your bastardized Shotokan style! You've a bigger wanabe than I am, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who shares that same sentiment (glances over at Ryu, Ken and Chun Li. Ken just shrugs, Ryu hangs his head and Chun Li smirks and nods). See? So hitch up that flamboyantly gay pink Gi of yours and watch your language.
(Everyone seems stunned. I think I just earned some more respect points with that last one.)
Now then, to business. You've all been around for a very long while; both respective parties have had their share of successful fighting games. King of Fighters has been going on since the early 90's, and Street Fighter is, while disputable, the most popular fighting game in history. Yet, one thing plagues the fighting genres that always seems to drive fans crazy: poor game scripting. While you yourselves, save for quitting, can do nothing to change that, I am able to do this: I am going to give you the opportunity to give each other their own Most Likely To's. Just for fun.
SAGAT: To Hell with this. Most Likely To's? I'm outta here. (Thumbs his index in Ryu's direction) and you, if this were any other circumstances I would kick your ass.
RYU: Bring it on, Fagat. I'm ready whenever you are!
SAKURA: oh God, you're. so BRAVE (eyes Ryu Dreamily).
SAGAT: Y'know, I would fight you, if I could ever find you, you fleet- footed little hermit crab.
CHUN LI: (under her breath) It's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon part six.
ZARATHUSTRAA: Now hold on. Nobodies going anywhere. I think it'd be fun for you to do all of this. Besides, I think you all owe it to your fans.
(At this, I get nods of approval from many. Got em' right where I want em')
ZARATHUSTRAA: Splendid! Now, Dan, since you seem to be such an eager warrior and have the balls to speak out something stupid, we'll all go first with you.
(Big, fat sweatdrop on Dan. He looks at everyone. Then back to me in terror). What will be said about Dan? Read on.
Noon. The most notable warriors from both ends of the spectrum, from Southtown to Japan, have gathered at American Martial Arts Champion Ken Master's massive abode under mysterious summons. Having been there for awhile already, and with the clear indication that they had not been gathered to fight, some had started to become restless.
Ryu is shadowboxing over in the corner, looking bored as bored can be. Sakura Kasagano, his little tagalong, is mimicking his moves. Wolf brothers Terry and Andy Bogard were arguing about something trivial. Dhalsim, the Yoga master, turned himself into a meditated statue in the middle of the floor. Dan Hibiki is doing his usual silly cut-ups, rolling around on the floor with Blanka. E. Honda and Raiden are betting who can eat more food in one sitting. Akuma sits over in the shadows, his destruction symbol flashing on his back periodically. Bison and Geese Howard are holding a secret conference with themselves and everyone else is simply mingling.
KEN: (to everyone in the room) Alright, alright, everybody just settle down and shut up. And for the final time NO, I don't know why we're all here. We'll just have to wait for this "organizer" or whomever he is to get here. Provided that he does.
RYU: No fighting again? We've been here almost two days! What happened yesterday that was so important that this Zara what's-his-name couldn't show up? I'm a busy man, I've got stuff to do, places to go.opponents to beat. (He smirks with longing at the last one).
CAMMY: (rolls her eyes at Ryu) As I recall, mister overdedicated, last night you came here all damn sweaty and dirty from being on the road, was rude to everyone, and ate the entire buffet and went to bed! If we have to die from anticipation (or a lack thereof) waiting for this guy, then so should you.
KEN: Alright you two, just calm the hell down! He should be here any minute.
As if by the forces of fate, the doorbell rings that very instant. Upon opening the door, a fresh-faced young man enters and flashes a warm smile to all gathered. No one returns it. I shudder, getting the hint, and take my a seat among them.
Zarathustraa: Greetings everyone. Glad to see you all made it. I am Zarathustraa.
TERRY: YOU!?! You're just a kid! Look, if you want autographs or something, lets just get this over with, alright?
ZARATHUSTRAA: Now hold on. I understand that you may be a little angry at me, and I understand that. You all enjoy fighting, and you thought that this was going to be some kind of tournament. Well, it's not. I've called you all here so you get the chance to do something you all haven't done before: speak what you really think about your colleagues.
Everyone seems stunned. Ryu cocks his eyebrow. Others who are considered anti-heroes get sweat drops. Suddenly Dan, who had been studying me intently, breaks the silence.
DAN: I know who you are! You're that wanabe Neitzchien superman prophet phsyco kid with the obsession for fighting games! (To all) Hey everyone, we've got a "number one fan" in the house! Kenny, give him some money, make him leave! Make him go back to all those classess he's missing at college! Or howzabout this? You want my autograph? Oh too bad, you can't read Mandarin.
ZARATHUSTRAA: Sit DOWN, DAN! I've had about all I can take from you, you and your bastardized Shotokan style! You've a bigger wanabe than I am, and I'm sure I'm not the only one who shares that same sentiment (glances over at Ryu, Ken and Chun Li. Ken just shrugs, Ryu hangs his head and Chun Li smirks and nods). See? So hitch up that flamboyantly gay pink Gi of yours and watch your language.
(Everyone seems stunned. I think I just earned some more respect points with that last one.)
Now then, to business. You've all been around for a very long while; both respective parties have had their share of successful fighting games. King of Fighters has been going on since the early 90's, and Street Fighter is, while disputable, the most popular fighting game in history. Yet, one thing plagues the fighting genres that always seems to drive fans crazy: poor game scripting. While you yourselves, save for quitting, can do nothing to change that, I am able to do this: I am going to give you the opportunity to give each other their own Most Likely To's. Just for fun.
SAGAT: To Hell with this. Most Likely To's? I'm outta here. (Thumbs his index in Ryu's direction) and you, if this were any other circumstances I would kick your ass.
RYU: Bring it on, Fagat. I'm ready whenever you are!
SAKURA: oh God, you're. so BRAVE (eyes Ryu Dreamily).
SAGAT: Y'know, I would fight you, if I could ever find you, you fleet- footed little hermit crab.
CHUN LI: (under her breath) It's Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon part six.
ZARATHUSTRAA: Now hold on. Nobodies going anywhere. I think it'd be fun for you to do all of this. Besides, I think you all owe it to your fans.
(At this, I get nods of approval from many. Got em' right where I want em')
ZARATHUSTRAA: Splendid! Now, Dan, since you seem to be such an eager warrior and have the balls to speak out something stupid, we'll all go first with you.
(Big, fat sweatdrop on Dan. He looks at everyone. Then back to me in terror). What will be said about Dan? Read on.