Macrosard: Champions Together
I own nothing but the Scale holder and possibly Macrosard.
"Universal law dictates that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Therefore for every hero, there is an equal or opposite villain. But what if an evil was crafted wherein there was no equal opposite singular hero to defeat it? Well according to divine science, there must be a balance. Even if some smaller numbers must be added. In this line of work of mine, I have created guardians in which to watch and make sure that, when time comes, the balance can be equalised...or tipped. But where are my manners. I have no name and no face. But you may call me The scale holder. If one side of the scale of life tips, I must align it. To make sure the balance continues to exist, I create guardians to protect balance...and usually heroes. You may know some of my Guardians. Your world refers to them as 'The G-man' and 'L.O.G. the lord of games.' They do it know it, but their only reason of existence is to defend heroes. Should we lose these hero's, then the prophecy will fail."
"The prophecy states that an assembly of heroes will unite to defeat an enemy of epic proportions. The hand, the foot, the body, the mind, the spirit, the heart, the god, the goddess, the alien, the swordsman, the cowboy, the thief, the assassin, the metal, the giant, the man, the machine, the pair, the hunter, and the king. Sounds like a lot eh? Well it is. Not only do have of these not exist on the same plane, but some of them know the others in a form that isn't real. Now you may think that isn't so bad. But what if one day you were to awake and find that your favorite character from an animated movie has come and asked you for help. The movement would shatter your view of reality."
"But I say if I am to alter the balance back into my favor, I must begin my hunt. Let me see what to start with first...ah...The hand. Strong and fierce yet gentle and controlled. Bringer of pain and creator of art. While the bearer of the hand is strong in his field, it was his shoes that granted his attention. He will lead the champions to victory, as he has lead many heroic exploits before him. His large body holds his large heart for his family and friends. To me, Champion of the fist. Reveal yourself to me! Your name..."
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These words echoed through the head of a portly italian man, who sat up in his bed, shocked and bewildered. "I shouldn't-a have had-a that pizza before bed." The portly man rolled aside his bed and looked around his little wooden house. "Mama Mia...Che un sogno terribile."(What an awful dream.) He observed his brother, sleeping in an opposing bed. "Luigi?" The man approached his brother, who did not appear to be breathing. "Luigi?" The man by the name of Luigi was stone still and not breathing. Actually, he wasn't doing anything. Nothing was. The italian man was horrified. The clock did not tick, the wind did not howl, the rain did not fall and his brother did not breathe. The man stepped out of his house to observe the world only to be met with a large flashing red word in the sky. "Pause?" "Yes, you are." An electronic voice said to him. The voice warbled and bleeped. A sudden turn of the italian man met with a golden tv screen placed on a purple robe. White mice scurried along the figure. "Hello my friend. How long has it been, since the last encounter? Feels like years since I gave you your first adventure." The round man got on his knee and bowed to the being. "Lord of-a games. To what do I owe-a the honor? Is it-a time for the next assembly of the Smash-a brothers?" L.O.G. shook his head. "No my friend. Something much much worse. But for that, I must stop your world still and take you away. Time will not flow and you will not miss anything. But this is neither the time nor place. Go get dressed, we don't have much time. And do not worry about your brother. I know you care for him, but if we succeed then I will give you both a new game." The Pong screen attempted to smile.
The man returned to his docile, equipping his boots, gloves, red shirt, overalls, and trademark hat. Now he was truly Mario. Exiting his house and adjusting his gloves, he looked at the pseudo-god. "So tell me, why are you-a here, oh great one." L.o.g, along with the entire mushroom kingdom disappeared as if it were never there and left Mario in a world of darkness. "Wah! Not again! I bet-a Bowser tricked me! I'm-a not running through eight dungeons tonight! You hear me!"
"I do. But after today, you'll wish you were running and jumping through a fiery maze." Mario turned towards the darkness and stared up. A celestial body loomed over the universe, holding a human shape with nothing but two white eyes. In its hands were a black ball and a white ball. (Imagine Alien-X from Ben 10) "So the Champion of the fist has joined me at last. Very good. 1 down, 19 to go. The scale begins to tip in our favor." The being possibly said, as the voice came from everywhere and nowhere. "What are you talking about? Where's L.O.G.? Who are you?" Mario was brimming with questions, and each one needed an answer. "I was human once. At least I think I was. Like all men, I was bound on my never ending search of power. But my lust for power grew and grew until my power literally tore my body apart. I knew my end had come when I could no longer scream from the pain, but I was wrong. I found myself in a new dimension, which I had created from nothing. I have reborn myself as a new universe. I soon found myself able to see into the past, into the present, and into the future. Men call me god, Gods call me balance, and I call myself a fool. But you may call me..." Silence. Mario listened carefully and thought hard, remembering the dream. "The Scale holder. You create balance of exitance." "That I am and that I do. Since you know mine, I now know yours. Mario Mario, of the Mario Brothers. What I am about to tell you is something that threatens the balance."
In a flash, the world became a collection of stars and planets, a cosmos of its own. The Scale holder was represented as an outline, still holding the spheres. "As I said, all things have balance. Should this balance be upset, it is my duty to correct it. This is why you are here. An evil has been forged that even I cannot replicate. In many worlds, there are games. Recreation and the like. In all things, there is a form. It is called the 'Microsoft'. This title belongs to something that makes games and happiness. But there was an influx in a creation of one of its forms. It was twisted, creating not games and pleasure, but guns and violence. It absorbed the essence of evil and grew more powerful each day. No longer resembling itself prior, I dubbed it 'Macrosard' and prepared to remove it from existence, like all my failures. But it, this essence, rejected me. It defied me and wouldn't be balanced. Now comes your part. You and 19 other hero's, spanning from different worlds and lives, must assemble and collaborate on this one ideal. The 20 of you must combine your heroic energies, your universal weight, and do what even I cannot do: Tip the scales. I am bound by an unseen force to keep the scales on one point. Never allowed to tip them. But you can. Tip the scale, and you save everything. Balance the scale, and you're both destroyed."
The universe showed the events of the Macrosard's corruption. All good became evil and all happiness was replaced with fear, sadness, anger, rage, or pure insanity. Violence loomed and vile things happened. You know in old movies and tv shows where it shows anarchy if something altered something else? Like if a greedy brat conquered the world because a heroic child didn't fight them. The world they live in is still good for some people and has laws of a sort. Not these worlds. Everything evil, every sin committed. Things that would make mothers take their children and tell them to run far away. Things that make an average person sickened and ashamed. Murder, rape, genocide: Childsplay.
Mario held up his hand. "No more! I can't-a bear to look any-a more!" The display disappeared, like a bad dream. "Now will you help me tip the scale in your favor?" Mario had no choice. He didn't want to think about what would happen if this thing got back to his home. His imagination would rest though and despite his efforts one thought got through. Peach, her body bare, her neck slit, thousands of Toads attempting to violate her, and a twisted smile showing that she was loving every second. The image came and went like a blink. Mario looked at the outline. "If it means keeping that thing away from my home, then I will help you." "Good. You will be invaluable, as many other guardians don't exactly have as much to go home to as you and will require much convincing. Especially the hunter. But for now, we must get your alter. Many scales exist under one weight. Some scales of light even balance each other. Your balance is the foot. Many champions are banned from each other. I believe you may know the foot as well." Mario had an idea of who he was talking about. "Why not call him by his real name?" "Because he must call me by mine. You must go and recruit him, as his world is about to become Macrosard's next victim and we can't have that. But tomorrow. For now, sleep."
Mario was overcome with a feeling of drowsiness and fell over, stone asleep. "One hero to me. But how of the others. Tell me. How close are we?" Voices steamed out of nowhere.
"He is ready. Death has taken him, but that was never a problem for you." A female voice said.
"Death has also taken this one, but nothing that can't be fixed." A german accented woman said.
"He is alone, I will approach immediately." A dry male voice said. "And with more haste than is...necessary."
"He knows his new destiny, and is waiting." A gruff male said.
"Her kin defend her land, so she is now ready." A young female voice said.
"Good." The Scale holder said. "Then we will begin."
Mario dreamed that he hadn't left home, that instead he was back with his brother, sharing a cake with the princess and playing tennis with his arch rival. Life was good. But it soon crashed down upon him. Toads, perhaps 20 or so, looking like zombies as they rushed Luigi and the princess. The sky grew dark and the dream became a nightmare. Luigi was being eaten alive and the princess was injected with various needles, resulting in the evil smile she had sported in the damned image our hero had envisioned prior. And where was Bowser? He tried to fight back against the fiends, but soon was corrupted as well, his body growing rigid as he tore the clothing from the princess with his claws. All she did was moan and bleed, every second would have been heavenly if there were even anything holy about this moment.
Eventually, No more could be taken from this man. Friend, family, Love, and Foe. None were safe. How lucky that when they all eventually turned on him, he awoke. He awoke with a yell, tears streaming from his eyes. "I wish I could have intervened." The scale holder replied. "At least, anymore then I have. What you say was no dream. At least, not exactly. What you saw was your world right now, should you had stayed there. Everything you saw has already occurred, but hope is not lost. I am 99% certain that should we remove Macrosard from existence, then his influence will shatter like blocks above your head. But until then, you must help me. I have located five other Champions, all waiting for you to acquire them. The assassin, the heart, the spirit, the goddess, and the machine. Two sleep in the great hereafter but you can save one by retrieving him in his prime. I have decided to give you an easy task, to retrieve the Assassin. To Roma with you. Where your language will be equal." Mario looked confused. "Roma? Vuoi dire che saremo di reclutamento italiano qualcuno?" "Yes. We will be recruiting another italian. You may find him there but only in the past. 1508. Go now Mr. Mario." Mario disappeared in a flash of light. "Now to defeat death again, I will need to scrape this one from nowhere...or somewhere." The image of a brown haired teenage girl in a diving suit appeared before him. "The machine is lost in you, but you both will be saved."
"But what am I supposed to..." Mario yelling subsided as he noticed he was in a field. The sun was shining and all was calm. But it was disturbed by a man, draped in white running after a man dressed in a fancy red outfit. "Borgia filth!" The white man declared and threw a knife, which had seemed to come from nowhere, straight into the back of the red man. "The knight captures the pawn, though he already has captured the opposing king." A familiar robot voice said. L.O.G. had appeared behind Mario. "His name is Ezio. Ezio Auditore da Firenze." "Ah. So why are you here now? Why didn't you follow me to the scale holder's place?" "I am not allowed to traverse back to my creator. He communicates to me. I am put a chess piece on his board. He moves me to his whim and does little to heed my words. But this is neither here nor there. Go get Ezio so we can leave." Mario payed his old friend little mind and watched as the Assassin scavenge the man's corpse for a small roll of papers. "Not one for leaving his enemies alone, is he?" Mario approached his target, his hand slowly forming a fireball. "I saw you come here, but your spirit shines of gold. You are not of the Borgia, but you look like no assassin I ever saw. Do you perhaps work for Minerva?" Ezio said, standing up and looking down at the man. Ezio stood twice Mario's size, which was surprising of course.
In Ezio's hideout, Mario told him everything. About the scale holder, about L.O.G., about the champions, and especially about Macrosard's corruption. The old assassin watched the short man's ramblings from his chair, smiling when he heard the man's name. "And that is why I'm here!" "I will not help you because a god came to you, but because your spirit reminds me of my uncle. A strong man with a big heart and a large moustache. Also went by Mario. But not tonight. Tomorrow. I must ready myself for today." Ezio retired to his amrory, nodding a good evening to his new ally.
My first attempt at a crossover, the empire of galactus, was a crashing failure. So I decided to try again. Same premise, different result. Being that I know all the pieces and are laying them in place, this one will not crash and burn. And final notes?
Try and guess who the final Guardians are. I bet half will be lost to you, my friends.