So yeah, maybe you shouldn't have too high hopes. ¬¬. Or wait, that's not a good way to start. THIS FAN FIC WILL ROCK YOUR SOCKS!
You know it makes sense...
Anywho, the basic gimmick... I mean, "Idea" behind this fan fic is that all of gamings createst creations will duke it out under arean conditions to find out who's the greatest!
Sure, you won't know everyone of the characters but that doesn't matter since they'll probably be ground into a splintery paste within momnets. . There are plenty of Final Fantasy, Nintendo, Sega etc... characters in this so you'll probably know most of them.
I suppose though the Final Fantasy cast will be concentrated more upon then others, so meh.. that's how it goes.
BEGIN!
chapter 1 I have a mailbox?
Ahhh the joys of Summer. Leaves rustling in the soft breeze, birds singing merrily and the sun beaming across the land. "Sickening" spoke Cloud Strife while glancing out the window of his luxurious mansion at this perfect day. "Where's the fun? What's a hero to do?" he mumbled.
"Please sir" piped a pompous voice behind him. "May I suggest something.
"No you may not, jeeves".
"Please Sir Strife, my name is Charles"
"Quiet Jeeves, shut the door on your way out"
"...Of course, Sir"
SLAM
Cloud clicked his fingers sharply and examined the room as the blinds quickly shut. Amidst the darkness Cloud emitted a sinister grin. He had spotted something on his desk. Perhaps Jeeves had delivered him something worthwhile. He hastily examined the letter addressed to him.
Mr. Cloud Strife Grand Maple House Northern Territory Costa Del Sol
Rather then opening the letter, Cloud was far more intrested in the symbol located on the top right. It shone and glimmered even in the faded sunlight.
Meaningless to most, this meant something very significant for Cloud. He quickly stuffed it into a discarded backpack in the corner of his room.
Throwing it over his shoulder, he rushed downstairs to his "Weapon Room".
"Buster Sword". Cloud read the description aloud as he stood in front of a particularly large item encased in glass.
"Who that be?" asked the weapon master as he lumbered around to corner to face Cloud.
Upon seeing him Cloud instantly turned his back on him. "I Could have been an intruder y'know"
The weapon master scratched his head in confusion.
"You're job is to protect my weaponry. I don't see you doing that." Cloud said coldly.
"Ahhh, yes well I'm sorry about that Mr.strife" he responded in his rough burley voice.
"I see..."
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP
Cloud unexpectedly unleashed a loud sharp whistle.
"Jeeves" began Cloud as his servant appeared.
Once again Cloud turned his back on both of his employees.
" Jeeves, contact Cid Highwind. Tell him that he's being offered the job of Weapon Master for my empire"
"But sir!" Protested the weapon master.
"You!" Shot back Cloud.
"Prepare my Buster Sword, if you can do you that with competence you may still have a job here."
Both his men nodded glumly.
Cloud rushed out of his dungeon, passed his maids busy at work and smashed his right arm into the giant front door crashing it open. "IT'S AWN!" He proclaimed loudly!
At that very same moment 63 other legends, some from his world, some not received the very same invitation. An invitation inviting only a select view to participate in a knockout tournament hosted by Leonhart inc. to find the ultimate fighter.
It all kicks off next chapter!