A Super Smash Bros.. Story
Notes: My first fan fiction in a loooong time! I haven't write one of these babies in two years! So I decided to write another one. I'm no longer "Ice Ninja Freeze", you can simply call me "TheSnowKid". The reason I call this story "The Symphony of Destruction" because it is one of my favorite thrash metal song from the band "Megadeth" and when I saw one of the videos on the Super Smash Bros.. Brawl web site, the song played in my head for a while. You'll see me putting song titles as chapters for my fanfiction. I'm such a music fan.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Super Smash Bros. series. Nintendo holds t he copyright and created the series. I do not have the rights to the song "Symphony of Destruction", Megadeth does. (Listen to them if you don't, they're one of the few bands in the world that actually care about writing songs about the outside world and the world's troubles instead being whiny emo bitches like some bands). Any and all other copyrighted games, songs, T.V. shows, etc are own by the respected owners.
Rating- T for Teen (Blood, violence, strong lanuage)
Chapter 1 Just A Few Pieces To Prepare for War
"It is time that they pay the ultimate price! " A green clad cloak figure speak to a crowd of over 10,000 "people". In fact, they shouldn't be call people. More like creatures, robots, monsters, and demons. They all came to here this man speak. "For too long, they have broken the rules and pissed on the art of combat. On the battlefield they show and give mercy, they can never have the means to actually kill each other or shed blood. In fact, they treat fighting like a child, sugurcoating it. They are not warriors!"
The speak paused a bit, catching his breath. "They display their pathetic talents at this world-famous tournament, the Super Smash Bros. Brawl as they call it. Fighters from all over come to display their skills of combat for crowds of thousands of brainless fools who wasted their money for that crap! The victor of the tournament is shower with praised while the losers are still respected in loved no matter how badly they were defeated! Well, I say no more! It is time to show them the real art of war, the way combat should be!" Just about everyone in the crowd starts to scream and pump their fists in the air.
"We'll make them suffer! We shall show them gore! We shall show them violence! We shall show them the art of combat! We shall show the world what combat should be! In fact, we will make the whole wide world apart of our SubSpace battlegrounds! When the time comes, there will be no more Earth, no more Super Smash Bros., no more peaceful fighting! There will be nothing left but death and destruction!!!" The whole room epurted in a deafting roar as everyone started chanting "Death and Destruction! Death and Destruction! . . . "
The cloak figure raised his arms in the air to clam down everyone. When the noise died down, the cloak figured spoke once more. "Yes, we will rain death and destruction down upon the fighters and humans, however, we can also make them a part of our cult's army. We need more warriors to fight for me! So, I want you to go out to the world and find me the most finest, the most powerful fighters from all over! It's obvious that they'll not join easily, so break their will to the point that they'll succumb to you and fight for us! Now, let me show you something . . ."
The cloak figure floated towards the center of the room. His fellow followers' eyes followed him, wondering what he was up to. The center of the large stage started to open up and a hidden platform started to raise up from under the stage. Sitting on top of the platform were large, massive, egg-shape bombs. Next to the bombs where small robotics creatures call "R.O.Bs" (Robotic Operating Buddy) "What the hell is those things?!" One member of the cult yelled out/
"You can say, they're just the few pieces to prepare for war!" The Ancient Minster told them . . .
End of Chapter 1
Notes:
So be it!
Friend no more!
Just a few pieces
To Prepare For War!
Like I say, it has been about two or three years since I wrote a fanfiction, so I may be a bit rusty. I'm using some items from the Super Smash Bros. Brawl updates on the official web site of Brawl and giving my mix on them. If you haven't check that site, you should honesty go so you won't be totally lost. The next chapter : Chapter 2- Play For Keeps, Play For Blood
-Written on Friday, August 31, 2007 (Wow . . . it's been ten years ago today since Princess Diana's. Such a sad event in history. Honesty, we should let her RIP or reflect on the impact she had on the world. The one thing I trippin' over is why the dudes who were chasing her weren't charged with manslaughter or anything like that [Oh wait, nevermind, as I write this, I'm watching a speical on Dateline about why the dudes wern't charged . . .It's also been two years since Hurricane Katrina as well. FEMA totally fucked things up for the folks of New Orleans. And what Bush did for them? NOTHING!!!! Bush can spend money going overseas)
Don't my me, I just wanted to talk about what's going on in the world today. A little hobby of mines . . .