The Mushroom Kingdom, known to many, was a place of peace. Tranquility. Kindness. Ruled over by quite possibly the embodiment of sweet heartedness, Princess "Peach" Toadstool, the land promised kind people, a good environment, and the occasional life-threatening party. So, all and all, a great place. A place that promised many great things. And a place very forgiving to people. As such, the kingdom's multiple sports tournaments were very well received. However, there was a man that… No one could really understand.
Bowser? Nah, he's off in some other competition.
Wario? Closer, but nah.
Fawful? Now you're just fucking with me.
No, my friends. To find this strange grasshopper of a man, we must wander the streets of Toad Town, one of the main towns in the area. And sure enough, we could find this man, grouchingly stomping across the sidewalk, Toads steering clear from this man. The man looked… Very strange, to say the least. Clad in purple, black, yellow, and orange, the man sported what seemed to be a copy of the great Mario Brother, Luigi. A purple shirt, black overalls, and a purple cap with an upside down L right in front of it. The man's face was… Also strange. A crooked mustache twirled tightly beneath his bright pink nose, a blue ring under his eyeballs, a jaw that always showed his teeth, and a large, pointed chin…
This man… Was the Mushroom Kingdom's own purple prick. Waluigi.
Waluigi grumbled to himself, making strange noises... When a Toad looked at him funny, Waluigi bellowed out a, "What are you looking at, loser?!" The Toad quickly ran off as Waluigi laughed out and continue on his stroll... Eventually, Waluigi finally began to reach his destination: The house of the Mario Bros.
"Wahahaha!" Waluigi laughed out. "Ooooooh, that green loser won't know what hit him!" Quickly, Waluigi pulled out a water balloon from seemingly hammerspace. He was about to launch it through the window... But from the corner of his eye, the tennis playing madman could see... A Parakoopa. Parakarry, to be exact. Not wanting to be caught in the scene of the crime, Waluigi jumped right into a bush, as Parakarry slipped a letter into the mailbox.
"Mail call!" Parakarry yelled out, hoping to grab the attention of the Mario Bros, who were unfortunely, still asleep. It was rather early in the morning, after all! Parakarry flew off, using his white wings... And Waluigi jumped right of the bush, furiously scratching himself! Why the hell did the Mario Bros. have a bush of poison ivy!? However, in the middle of the scratching, Waluigi grew curious... What was in that mailbox? Eventually, Waluigi stopped scratching himself and walked over to the mailbox... He opened it and took the letter inside. He looked at the front of it... And a letter with a red stamp keeping the letter closed.
Waluigi's face showed a massive array of emotion. First, anger. Then, shock. Then, thought... And finally, slimy happiness. "A Smash Bros. invite? WALUIGI'LL STEAL IT! NO ONE WILL EVER KNOW!" Quickly, with the "Smash" invite in his pockets, Waluigi dashed off, a cloud in the shape of himself staying there like a cartoon. "WAHAHAHAHA! ...Ow, ow, OW! POISON IVY!"
However, unknown to the tennis player, that wasn't a Smash invite. Not at all. Waluigi stole Luigi's invite to something, but it wasn't Smash. In fact, it was something Mario thought it would be fun to do, and might help Luigi grow out of his shadow, like the good brother he is.
It was the reality TV show. Total Drama.
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Distant echoes of footsteps echoed throughout the empty halls of the abandoned prison as Chef Hatchet walked around the grim and dark prison for criminals. He's been walking around for quite a while, actually. Chris had demanded him to head to a prison to find their next contestant. Or a pair, in reality.
Chef growled as he turned his flashlight to one of the various cells as rats scurried across the stone floor. A skeleton, suspended by chains, was brought into the light. Chef grunted again when he saw the skeleton, not scared in the slightest.
However, he did have to admit. The grim and dark aesthetic? He was actually quite the fan of. The water drops, the only lightsource being his flashlight and a few lanturns, all of it, Chef liked. There was even the sudden loud noise at times, which Chef always really enjoyed.
In this prison, he was expecting some sort of serial killer on the loose, or a ghost haunting the prison, or some psychopath who doesn't know the place's abandoned, all with very dark colors, like black and dark red. And even then, he wasn't expecting anyone to be here at all, anyway. He just thought it was just Chris sending him on a wild goose chase.
So imagine his surprise when he does see someone there.
And imagine his further surprise when it wasn't what he was expecting at all.
If there was music in Chef's head right now, at first, it wouldn't even be music. It would just be one of the ambience things on YouTube about a prison. But now... You know that theme in Spongebob where silly stuff starts happening? Yeah, it was that.
The creature in front of Chef was... A strange one. It was a small, white creature. A snowman, to be exact, with a big black grin with two fangs from the top pointing out, and beady black eyes. It wore a blue hat with a yellow smily face you'd see on stickers, a blue piece of neckwear that had bells on every end, and blue shoes.
This was the Mocking Snowman, Jack Frost.
Both Chef and Jack Frost paused for a moment, before Jack Frost finally spoke. His voice, while not too high pitched, was not at all low pitched. "Who the hee-hell are you, ho?" Jack Frost asked.
Chef was about to ask what Jack Frost just called him, but calmed himself down, quickly. Chris told him about this weird guy's speech pattern. Quickly trying calm himself down, Chef hands the Mocking Snowman a letter. "Look, you got an invitation to some show for humans. Now, c'mon, I wanna get back into the kitchen."
"Hee-ho!" Jack Frost exclaimed. "You want me-hee to join in your show-ho?! I guess... But on-hee if you let my hee-homeboy in too! As a teammate!"
"Yeah, yeah, whate-" Chef was interrupted almost immediately by... Singing. Heavily Irish, slurred, raspy, and modulating in pitch singing.
"Laaast Christmas, I gave you my heeaart, and the verrrr-hee next day, you gave it awayy!~"
As Chef looked forward, he would see... A pumpkin, floating. Of course, what wasn't all to this pumpkin. The pumpkin was like a Jack O' Lanturn to be exact, a single cloak under it without a body, as well as floating hands like Rayman, holding a lanturn. It was also wearing a hat, this time a wizard/witch's hat.
This was the brother to Jack Frost, Pyro Jack.
Pyro Jack continued to float closer and closer to Chef and his brother. However, the Mocking Snowman stopped Pyro Jack. "Just in time, ya hee-ho!"
Pyro Jack snapped out of his daze, and looked down to his frosty brother. Slurred, he asks, "Eh? What are ya talk-hee-n' about, Frost-hee, ho?" Chef took notice to Pyro Jack's very heavy Irish accent.
"This hee-man give me-hee an inviation to some show-ho!" Jack Frost explained excitedly. "And he-hee said that you could come along as like... A sort of hee-am, I think?"
"Like that we-hee-sal and elf boy duo-ho? Or that hee-man and rat?" Pyro Jack asked.
"Yeah, yeah, Like that, ho!"
Pyro Jack paused for a moment... And suddenly chugged the oil from his lanturn! Chef's eyes widened as Pyro Jack turned around and belched out a fireball! Pyro Jack turned back to the chef and his bro, who seemed unfazed. "Excuse hee-ho. Ah, screw it, ho. Ain't got an-hee-thing better to do anyway, ho."
Chef sighed. Great, now he has to deal with these two. Oh well. Just deal with the cast, and you'll get paid. "Alright, finally. I was starting to get bored walking around. Come on, let's get back to the boat," Chef motioned and started walking away. The Jack Bros. followed as Pyro Jack asked a question.
"Can we-hee sing?"
"No."
"We're gonna do it an-hee-way, ho."
"Of course you are."
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Gorillaz. When you first think of this name, this word, it's most likely gonna be about one thing: A British band that specializes in alternative rock. Now, at first glances, this wouldn't be much, just a simple rock band. However, as time goes on, people could see that Gorillaz... Was very popular. Figurines, t-shirts, merchandise as far at the eye can see. To say that they were well-known would be an understatement.
The band usually consisted of 4 members: Stuart Harold "2D" Pot as the lead vocalist, "Noodle" as the lead guitarist, Russel Hobbs as the drummer, and the man we'll be focusing on today: Murdoc Faust Niccals, the bassist and the one who started it all.
In the middle of London, there was a Studio, Studio 13 to be exact. This is where the band was residing at, at least for the moment. As Noodle russled through the mail, she found one letter, with a red stamp. She looked around the letter, and found something. It was for Murdoc-kun! Quickly, Noodle yelled out for the bassist.
"Murdoc-kun!" Noodle yelled out. Soon enough, she heard loud shuffling and stomping, and quickly, Murdoc ran in, holding his bass like a baseball bat.
"Alright, you fucknuts! You all are going to get the bass if you don't bugger off!" Murdoc yelled out, thinking the yell was a cry for help and something from Murdoc's past came up. The British man's skin was a strange color of green, and his teeth was rotten and crooked. His clothing was rather simple. A black shirt with an upside down cross as a necklace, some jeans, and a jacket. Once the bassist calmed down and saw Noodle perfectly, he sighed. "Fuckin' hell, Noodle. Don't scare me like that."
"Sorry!" The Japanese woman giggled as she handed the letter to Murdoc. "But there's mail for you!"
"Mail, eh? You sure it ain't another suck-up letter to face-ache upstairs?" Murdoc grunted, but took the letter anyway. Upon seeing that, yes, the letter was directed to him, Murdoc smiled. Opening the letter with a knife, Murdoc began to read it, grumbling under his breath. He paused for a moment... Before grinning wildly.
"Noodle, tell Russel and face-ache that I'll be gone for 9 weeks. We're about to have the biggest boom in popularity!" Murdoc cackled as he ran upstairs, knocking the now-awoken 2-D out of the way! "Out of the way, dipshit!"
Russel poked his head into the kitchen. "Why's he so excited? We're already popular."
Noodle picked up the letter. She read the letter and smiled. "Oh! It's a reality show."
Russel grunted as he went back to doing Russel things. "I give him a week."
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"Take. The. Invite," Chef demanded.
"𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢. 𝔗𝔥𝔢. ℑ𝔫𝔳𝔦𝔱𝔢," ℭ𝔥𝔢𝔣 𝔡𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡.
"̴̢͖͆ ̸̤̾͒ ̸̮͗ ̵̙͛ ̵̧͚͝ ̵̬͉̈ ̶̦̓͝ ̷̩́͑ ̸͓̊̏.̵̝̈͆ ̷͍̽̉ ̷̖͈̌ ̶̡̛̞̾ ̵̡̆͜ ̷̫̰͌ ̴̣̠̌ ̴̯̃.̸͉̅ ̴͕̝̃ ̵͕͇̈́̒ ̶͉́̆ ̵̮͈͌ ̶̧̬͂̾ ̷̝̍̾ ̸̩͗̿ ̴͈̲͋ ̴̠̇̉ ̴̘̊̎ ̴̙̓͌ ̶̟͇̆ ̵̞͈͗,̸̫̖͆̇"̵̼̊̍ ̶͓͍͌̔ ̵͚͋̐ ̸͇͇́̕ ̴̫̈ ̶̝̤̊̒ ̷̨́́ ̸̬̗̀͝ ̷̯̦͒̏ ̶̦̇̓ͅ ̶̢̽ ̸͎̎ ̷̥̀ ̷̮̻̂͂ ̷̞͋ ̵͎͝ ̷̟̽̃ ̶̼̃ ̵̺̏ ̶̩̺͗̈́ ̵̥͒ ̷̪͂͐ ̴̗͐ ̵̨̟̄ ̵̡̕ ̵̥̪̊͘ ̴̮̀.̴̠͂̐
"Ｔａｋｅ． Ｔｈｅ． Ｉｎｖｉｔｅ，" Ｃｈｅｆ ｄｅｍａｎｄｅｄ．
"̷̮̟̉̈́ᴛ̵̗̪̓̈́ᴀ̷͓̜̌ᴋ̵̹̓ᴇ̵͉̘̌͛.̸͙͝ ̶͉̊ᴛ̶̙̀̿͜ʜ̷̙͝ᴇ̴̗͑̆.̴͎̂ ̶͓̻͝ɪ̷͕̔͐ɴ̸̬̝̾ᴠ̴̜͇͋͘ɪ̷̤͆ᴛ̴̣͉̋́ᴇ̶̤̆,̸̗͒͋"̵̺͌͠ ̵͉͒͝ᴄ̶̧̓ʜ̶̲̖̓ᴇ̸͔̘͊ꜰ̶̧̻͛ ̵̧͋ᴅ̷͕̓̓ᴇ̸̧͈̒̈́ᴍ̵̙̫͛̚ᴀ̴̪̎̏ɴ̵̯̀͆ᴅ̵̜̋ᴇ̴̡̥͝d̸͍̿͜.̸̡͉̽
"̸̡͕͊̀̈̀͋͂͠T̶͕̥͍̪͖̥̀a̶̪͓̖̗̅̓̓̐̄͑̏͝͝ḱ̵̨͚̪̦̬͙͖̗̔̋̃̓͝ͅȇ̵̘̫̙͎̮̤̋͂͊͂̀̔̈́̏.̶̤͙̲̘͖̤̟̬̺̿̍́̾̾̈́̍͘͜͝ ̵̨͊T̷͎̣̣̰̩́̕ĥ̵̨̬̟̘̮̪͎̟̽̾̂̒ͅe̸͔̎̄͋̑̕.̴̖͛͝ ̴̙̟̇́Ḭ̶̧̛̩̩̻̙͈͍̥̀̆̐́̍̄͑̈͜͝n̵̜͈̭̬̟̠͓̝̟̲͋̓̏v̷̗̱̤̓̆̈́͒̎͝į̶̻̬̬́ţ̷̡͕͖̝̠̦͔̄͊́͌̂͛͘̚͝͠è̴̡̻̖͙̝̣̠̲̫̌̐̓̏̐͆̽̚͝,̸͔̣̝̈́͑̏̆"̴̢̧͉̟͎̞̼͔͚̅͊̎͗̅͑̀͜ ̸̧̛̗͖͍͕̀̓̑͗̐̄̌Ĉ̵̛̱̹̺͖͕̈̈́͐͑̌ͅh̴͕͕̟̳͐̐̌e̸̡̛̙͕͔̦͎̽͋̈́͌f̴͉̻͌ ̸̡̫̌̈̈́͌̽͊͂̈́̀d̴̞͎̗̘̮̻̅̀͜ė̴̜̠͍͉̯̀͜ḿ̴͔̖̳̬͒̽̋̈́̔̉á̴̢̜̯̱̹͚̦̆̇̋́̅̓͑͠n̸̲̝̳̹̯̈́̐̃̾̔͑̎̆͐͝ḋ̶͉̆ĕ̴̡̪̣̩͔̇̀̂̆̾̓ͅd̵̢̼̹̔͛́.̸͔͇̖͙̻̟̹͔͊̒͌͛͆͜͝ͅ
"ₜₐₖₑ. ₜₕₑ. ᵢₙᵥᵢₜₑ," Cₕₑf dₑₘₐₙdₑd.
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The massive high school towers over all the other buildings in this bustling urban area of Japan, as if the school stood at the center of the entire world.
Hope's Peak Academy...
It brings in top students from every field imaginable. Music, programming, being the most biker gangy out of all the biker gangs. You name it, it's probably here. A government-funded school of privilege. They say that if you come here and manage to graduate, you'll be set for life. With hundreds of years of tradition, it sends the cream of the crop into the work force every year. It was built to raise hope in the nation's future. Which makes Hope's Peak a pretty fitting name, if you ask me.
There are two things you need to attend this school...
One, you have to already be attending high school.
Two, you have to be the very best at what you do.
No ordinary student could enroll here. The only way in is if you're scouted by the school itself.
I could go on for days, talking about the students that reside in this school. Leon Kuwata, the Ultimate Baseball Star, the cleanup hitter for the national high school champs. Sakura Ogami, the Ultimate Martial Artist, a woman who has never lost a fight. And Kazuichi Souda, the Ultimate Mechanic, who can fix damn near anything.
However, we're here to focus on someone, a certain Ultimate. One who's far more eccentric than the rest. And that's saying something!
In a certain classroom, a lab to be exact, there were two people: A male and a female. The male looked... Robotic, having a full mechanical body, with colors of white, green, and gray. This was the Ultimate Robot, K1-B0, also known as Keebo by his peers. However, he is not the focus right now. No, the focus was the woman working on, her icy blue eyes focusing on his left leg, with brown goggles with yellow accents over them. She wore a modified pink sailor school uniform and a matching skirt, her collar noticeably exposing her... dobonhonkeros, lacking the cover on her chest. She wore black studded fingerless gloves, with black heeled-boots with gold buttons and buckles on them. She had black straps connected with gold rings attached to her white socks, and over her clothes, gold ring covering her blue ribbon around her collar. On her neck was a black choker, and two smaller black collars that resemble barbed wire made out of rubber around her neck.
This woman was Miu Iruma, the Ultimate Inventor.
This was routine for the two of them. Keebo would get repairs and spend time with Miu, and Miu would get to experiment on a robot! After tinkering with Keebo's legs for long enough... Soon, Keebo asked something. "By the way... What are your plans today, Miu?"
"Eh?" Miu snapped back into reality, then looked at Keebo, pulling up her goggles. She shrugged, giving her answer. " I dunno. I'm just gonna go and poke around in you shit. See what inspires my next ingenious upgrade!"
"I see," Keebo said, looking back onto the ceiling. Miu snorted.
"Ah, don't worry your pretty lil' head about it," The inventor said as she went back to Keebo's leg. "We both know I ain't a fucking amateur. You know that, whatever I think of in my glorious mind, it's gonna be goddamn amazing, right?"
Keebo smiled at the inventor currently poking around in his leg kindly. "That is correct. You've never done nothing but improved my performance and usefulness..." Then, Keebo saw something fly across the room, straight for the back of Miu's head! "Miu, look out!"
"Wha- OW, FUCK!" Miu yelped out in pain, quickly using a hand to cover the pain in the back of her head and turned around furiously. The Ultimate Supreme Leader, Kokichi Oma, just threw a rock at her! Enraged, Miu tightened her grip on her socket wrench and began to chase after the Ultimate Supreme Leader! "GET OVER HERE, YA LITTLE ABORTION!"
"Miu, wait!" Keebo suddenly stopped the inventor. On the rock as a letter strapped onto it. Taking off the letter, the Ultimate Robot handed it to his friend. "This is a letter for you."
Miu grunted, and grabbed the letter, she tore it open, sat down, and began to read it while Keebo began to tend to her wound. Miu grumbled the letter out loud, and her eyes widened at the prize of this weird little competition. A million dollars! Quickly, Miu rose up suddenly in a rush of excitement and hugged Keebo... Who was sadly in the way of her bonkhonagahoogs. "Oooooooh, this is gonna be so fucking great! A free fucking million!"
Keebo only let out a muffled congratulation. Miu quickly released Keebo from his prison and quickly ran off to her dorm. Keebo sighed.
"I really hope everyone doesn't get turned off by you, Miu..."
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Aaaaah, Tazmily Village... A simple village, really. It took forever to rebuild, after it was destroyed by the Dark Dragon when it was awoken, in an attempt to save the Nowhere Islands... But it was rebuilt, brand new. After the complete chaos that was Happy Boxes, the Pigmask Army, and Porky Minch... They decided to go back to the old days, without technology. Or, at least, not as much technology as before. Thomas' Bazaar returned to its old look, the well in the middle made its grand return, and Hotel Yado turned back into an inn!
In fact, it was in this inn where our character of purpose was residing, lying in bed. She was a young woman, likely around her mid-twenties. With hot pink hair styled in pixie cut which has a spiked back and front side bang, she wore a turquoise full sleeved hoodie with baby blue collars and wrists, which reaches slightly above her knees like a short dress would, black shorts, and cherry-red boots.
If someone was just visiting Tazmily without any prior knowledge, they probably wouldn't think much of this woman, as if she was simply another resident in Tazmily.
This was the Princess of Osohe, Kumatora.
Kumatora lied down on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. In reality, she was bored out of her mind. The Pigmask incident was only a few years ago, yeah, and she was grateful that it was resolved... But Holy Dark Dragon, would it kill someone for something exciting to happen already?!
Just as she thought that, a letter with a red stamp slid under the door. Kumatora noticed the white in the mostly brown room. Rolling out of the bed, the Princess of Osohe got up and grabbed the letter. Roughly, Kumatora tore open the letter and began to read it. A competition, with a million dollars on the line! Damn, that sounds exciting! Better than what she's got planned, anyway. Which was nothing.
With a grin, Kumatora stuffed the letter in her pocket, ready to start this little competition, ready to change anything that came her way!
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Shalour City of the Kalos region. A city of awakening. The seaside city, known for its amazing views, was home to many things. The Tower of Mastery, Reflection Cave, and finally, Shalour Gym, one gym themed from Fighting Type Pokémon. And, finally, it was home to the Gym Lead of Shalour City, currently at home, taking a break from training.
The Gym Leader was a teenager, tall and slender with long, creamy blonde hair tied in a big, thick, high fluffy ponytail. For now, she wore red sunglasses in place of her usual helmet and a gray v-neck over her top as well as white high tops with red wheels fitted in the bottom.
She was the Evolution fighter, Korrina.
Along her side was a bipedal, canine-like Pokémon, with fur that is predominantly blue and black. It possessed a short, round spike on the back of each forepaw, in addition to a third on its chest. It had red eyes, a long snout and ears. It possessed cream-colored fur on its torso, and blue fur on its thighs that resembled shorts. It has a medium length tail of the same blue color as well. It stood on its toes rather than on its entire foot, and finally, it had four black appendages that hang down from its head.
This was Korrina's signature Pokémon and the Aura Pokémon, Lucario.
Soon enough, Korrina's grandfather entered the house, where Korrina and Lucario was watching TV as a short break. "I must say, Korrina," Gurkinn spoke, catching his granddaughter's attention. "I'm quite impressed by your training."
Korrina grins as she puffs up her chest. "I feel great after that! I feel like I can take on anything!"
Just then, a letter with a red stamp slides through the slot on the door of the house. Gurkinn grew a questioning look as he began to walk over to the letter, Korrina also curious. Gurkinn looked at the letter and walked over to Korrina, handing it over. "It's for you."
Korrina grabbed the letter as an eyebrow rose. Lucario used the spikes on his hand to cut open the letter, and Korrina read it. Quickly, an excited grin grew on her face. "Oh, granddad, this is perfect for us! Me and Lucario can train and grow stronger with each other, and we could have a chance to get a lot of money!"
Gurkinn shook his head, disapproving of the idea. "I understand that you two are quite talented, and your bond with Lucario is very strong, I don't think doing insane challenges against players you don't know who's strength could be much higher is exactly the smartest idea. And besides, you are very reckless, if I must admit, and unexperienced. The last thing we need is for you to get into trouble..."
Korrina's cheeks puffed up as she shot back, saying, "Did you say that the best way to grow is to put yourself in an unknown situation could help develop a keen mind? You did say that I need to think on my feet more, and this is the best way to do it!
There was a silent pause in the house... Before Gurkinn sighed. "Alright, fine. I'll allow you to go. On one term. If you win, you put that million dollars into a bank account for much later in your life. Alright?"
Korrina's grin reappeared as she nodded excitedly! "Yep! I got it! Thank you so much!" Quickly Korrina ran to her room, excited to get this journey started!
Gurkinn watched her enthusiasm and smiled... "What am I going to do with you?"
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Station Square. A massive city known for its multitude of entertainment, including an amusement park, a hotel/restaurant, and a casino district. After the chaos that... Well, Chaos created, it took forever to rebuild... But it was rebuilt, and good as new.
One of Sonic's friends, the hedgehog that helped stop Chaos' liquid rampage, was walking around the streets of Station Square, simply visiting the area. She was a anthropomorphic cat, lavender and violet-furred. She had gold eyes, a small black nose and a white-furred muzzle. She had triangular ears with peach colored canals and a long tail with the end frayed and dark purple. Her fur was longer on each side of her head and sweeps slightly upwards. She had four plumes of hair with dark purple tips done up in a high ponytail by a red hair tie and an also red, oval gem on her forehead. For attire, she wore a purple tailcoat with the bottom rim dark pink, a gold collar and white leggings. She also wears white gloves with fuzzy cuffs and high heeled, dark pink shoes with white stripes and fuzzy cuffs, like her gloves.
She was the guardian of the Sol Emeralds, Blaze the Cat.
Blaze was walking across the sidewalk, taking in the scenery of this dimension. It was much better than her's... But that was fine, if she had to be honest. This dimension was... Nice. Calm. Soothing. Other than the occasional Eggman, things were alright.
"Ms. Blaze! Ms. Blaze!" A small girl's voice cried out from behind. Blaze's eyes widened as she turned around, but softened once she saw who it was. Cream the Rabbit and Cheese the Chao. Cream and Cheese is such a cute sounding duo.
Blaze's face grew a kind smile. "Ah, Cream. It's good to see you," She said, as Cream hugged her. "Why are you in such a hurry to see me?"
"A big man gave me a letter with a red stamp and told me to give it to you!" The rabbit giggled. "He looked scary, but he was actually a big softie!"
Blaze tilted her head. "A letter?"
Cream smiled widely as she pulled out a letter with a red stamp. "Yep! Cheese already cut it open!"
Blaze grabbed the letter from Cream's hands and took the letter out of the envelope. She began to read it... And thought for a moment... A competition, hmm? This... Could be fun. Might even meet some friendly people. Sighing, Blaze looked back at Cream, and smiled. "Do you mind showing me to the pier? I... Forgot where it was again."
Cream giggled at Blaze's forgetfulness. "Of course! Anything to help you, Ms. Blaze!" Cream turned around and skipped towards where the pier was.
Blaze followed her, ready to join this competition...
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Sooooo... Been a while, huh? Been a while since I've talked with y'all, been a while since I've updated Pandemonium, been a while overall. I know that as well as everyone else.
So. I might as well get to the point.
I'm cancelling Pandemonium. Or, in reality, I'm restarting.
I desperately wanted to finish the story. I really, really did. I loved the cast of characters, I loved where the story was heading, I loved everything about it. But after so long without a chapter, and so little motivation, I just... couldn't. I understand if you think my reasoning is bad, and I understand if you really wanted the story to continue, but I simply think that doing this would... Just be better. Overall. If anyone wants to continue Pandemonium, go right on ahead. I am not one to stop people from wanting to see a conclusion to a story.
However. I still want to entertain people. I still want people to enjoy my content. And upon seeing how well recieved Pandemonium was, despite its flaws.. It makes me want to move forward, it makes me want to try again and again, because of everyone in this strange little community. You all are why I'm continuing to do this, and I can't thank you all enough.
But enough about all that sappy stuff. Let's get into my newest project! Total Drama Revival!
So, as you may have noticed, I already have 8 contestants.
Waluigi (Super Mario Bros.)
The Jack Bros. (Jack Frost and Pyro Jack) (Shin Megami Tensei)
Murdoc Niccals (Gorillaz)
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Miu Iruma (Danganronpa)
Kumatora (Mother 3)
Korrina (Pokémon)
Blaze the Cat (Sonic the Hedgehog)
Note how they are a mix of old contestants from Pandemonium and new characters. The old contestants are because I still want to tell their story, and I think they're fun to write, and the new blood because... Well, they're new blood
That's right, you get suggest both characters that were from Pandemonium and new blood. However, like every fanfic like this, there are some rules.
1. No pornographic characters. At all. I know it sounds dumb, but if I don't say it, some dumb fuck is gonna suggest it.
2. You must give a good reason for your characters to get in, both Pandemonium characters and new blood. It can be for any reason. Main villain, comic relief, straight man, hell, even fodder is a good reason. I feel like not enough people mention that, and that goes for me as well. Also, liking their personality, while is a reason on why you're suggesting them, is not a reason on why they should be in the story.
3. I'm probably not gonna pick a character I don't know/or not confident enough to write. If I do end up picking a character and I write them
4. I am far more lenient to the "one character per franchise" rule. For example, if I want to choose two Persona characters, but one is from Persona 4 while the other is from Persona 5, I will fit both of them in there.
5. No spamming character. I swear to god, if I see you spamming characters, I will replace your washcloth with sandpaper.
6. I want diversity, and lots of it. Funny villains, evil "heroes," good "villains," all that stuff. They can even be under the same... Circle, I suppose, but have their own variants and spins on it.
7. Do not be afraid to get creative with your characters. I am much more likely to pick characters who have not been in a Total Drama setting or have rarely been in a Total Drama setting than someone like Deadpool or Azula. Characters like Conker, Doomslayer, Beetlejuice, the entire fucking cast of Epithet Erased, characters like that are what I'm talking about when I say I want rare characters.
8. However, I won't turn down someone like Deadpool or Azula right away. However, you'll need a VERY GOOD REASON ON WHY I SHOULD PICK THEM.
9. If you do end up knowing or find out who this mystery character I have picked is, please, for the of god, DON'T JUST SPOUT IT OUT IN REVIEWS. That would ruin the whole thing I'm trying to do.
10. I want these characters to compliment each other. Give me a way your character can react or view other characters already in the story.
11. It's alright if a character can't have development. That's just how some characters are. However, I would like it if you gave them an idea for development. Again, I can understand if you don't have any ideas, and sometimes it's fine to just have some fodder, but just some food for thought, you know?
Now, one last thing I wanna say:
DO NOT HESITATE TO CRITICIZE ME, MY WRITING, THE WAY I PACE THINGS, ETC. I would absolutely love it if you all gave me critiques and how I should do something. Even give me advice on how to write things. I would greatly appreciate it. However, if you want to call me a $1.79 Chicken McGriddles from McDonald's just for the sake of calling me a $1.79 Chicken McGriddles from McDonald's, I request you don't. Please.
And so, I think that's that. I'm really excited to work on this, and I really hope this doesn't become just another Pandemonium.
Request away, everyone, and remember the rules!