Chapter 1: The host
There was once a hand. People who saw it did not know what to think of it. They would simply forget about it. But it was much more then it appeared to be. It in truth is a manifestation of immense power but it is not all. It has a controller. Few see it as they would be mesmerised by the giant floating hand to notice a tiny mass of nerves slithering around. They are the brain and the brawn. Two totally different aspects formed into two different bodies inexplicably connected. The slave and the master.
Those who see the hand regard it as a murderer, a killing machine. But the hand has no emotions. Its controller however does not slaughter for fun. This is odd as it has always been spotted at sites of great carnage. It merely is curious as to why these short lived creatures decide to further threaten their mortality. It watches.
No one except itself knows there origin and little is known about them except that this is not their true form, merely a guise identifiable to these humanoids. They are obviously from a different dimension as they can travel threw a dimension as easy as we can walk a step.
It observed these humanoids and discovered heroes. Those who had conquered over tremendous odds to save the lives of innocents and make there world a better place. As it observed these heroes it wondered which one would triumph in battle. As such it hosted a tournament to see which heroes would triumph.
And that is where this adventure begins..
Authors note: This story is for the original SSB so don't ask me "Where's Mewtwo". I will be profiling all the smashers basically describing how they got all there new powers for the tournament. Review before I release the hounds. Or the bees. Or the hounds with bees in there mouths so when they bark they shoot bees at you. Oh and all flames will be shredded.
There was once a hand. People who saw it did not know what to think of it. They would simply forget about it. But it was much more then it appeared to be. It in truth is a manifestation of immense power but it is not all. It has a controller. Few see it as they would be mesmerised by the giant floating hand to notice a tiny mass of nerves slithering around. They are the brain and the brawn. Two totally different aspects formed into two different bodies inexplicably connected. The slave and the master.
Those who see the hand regard it as a murderer, a killing machine. But the hand has no emotions. Its controller however does not slaughter for fun. This is odd as it has always been spotted at sites of great carnage. It merely is curious as to why these short lived creatures decide to further threaten their mortality. It watches.
No one except itself knows there origin and little is known about them except that this is not their true form, merely a guise identifiable to these humanoids. They are obviously from a different dimension as they can travel threw a dimension as easy as we can walk a step.
It observed these humanoids and discovered heroes. Those who had conquered over tremendous odds to save the lives of innocents and make there world a better place. As it observed these heroes it wondered which one would triumph in battle. As such it hosted a tournament to see which heroes would triumph.
And that is where this adventure begins..
Authors note: This story is for the original SSB so don't ask me "Where's Mewtwo". I will be profiling all the smashers basically describing how they got all there new powers for the tournament. Review before I release the hounds. Or the bees. Or the hounds with bees in there mouths so when they bark they shoot bees at you. Oh and all flames will be shredded.