FIGHTY PREPLAY!
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weirderthanthou'Twas the day. Back at Town Hall, a group of Fandomites were scribbling away, putting their thoughts to paper about the heroic finale that would save them all from their own worst nightmares.
A final battle that would take place... right here, in the Park, by the playground. The strange, shadowy creatures that had invaded the island found themselves drawn here inexplicably. Some staggered. Some ran. Some flitted like whisps through the air.
(The more left unsaid about that marinaded lobster, the better.)
It was time, oh Heroes of Fandom.
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Hello, Fighty Preplay People! The conceit of this particular fight is that it bends and changes according to what Story Team is doing.
The rules:
- The fight must stay in the playground.
- Each character can have a moment of Divine Inspiration - a flashback to a good time in their life that gives them determination, a vision of someone they love at a time when they are just about to lose, a sudden and inexplicable realization of a weak spot (that you are free to come up with and mod yourself).
- Tropes! Plot armor, lampshading and idiot balls are at your narrative disposal, should it be funny/interesting/uplifting to invoke at that particular point. You will all also have miraculous escapes, if you wish.
- There may or may not be a chicken kickline on the field on liveplay day. Feel free to react accordingly.
And that's it! Ping in facing off with a creature of your own devising - it can be anything, as long as it's Teh Evil and could have come out of someone's creative work. Or just ping in, in which case I'll come up with something.
Have fun!
A final battle that would take place... right here, in the Park, by the playground. The strange, shadowy creatures that had invaded the island found themselves drawn here inexplicably. Some staggered. Some ran. Some flitted like whisps through the air.
(The more left unsaid about that marinaded lobster, the better.)
It was time, oh Heroes of Fandom.
---
Hello, Fighty Preplay People! The conceit of this particular fight is that it bends and changes according to what Story Team is doing.
The rules:
- The fight must stay in the playground.
- Each character can have a moment of Divine Inspiration - a flashback to a good time in their life that gives them determination, a vision of someone they love at a time when they are just about to lose, a sudden and inexplicable realization of a weak spot (that you are free to come up with and mod yourself).
- Tropes! Plot armor, lampshading and idiot balls are at your narrative disposal, should it be funny/interesting/uplifting to invoke at that particular point. You will all also have miraculous escapes, if you wish.
- There may or may not be a chicken kickline on the field on liveplay day. Feel free to react accordingly.
And that's it! Ping in facing off with a creature of your own devising - it can be anything, as long as it's Teh Evil and could have come out of someone's creative work. Or just ping in, in which case I'll come up with something.
Have fun!
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Date: 2024-04-25 11:06 am (UTC)Clearly Dean was missing context here. Instead of asking for clarification, Dean just pulled out his gun and emptied a clip at it.
Which probably wasn't very effective against shadows.
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Date: 2024-04-25 04:53 pm (UTC)The bullets shot through it, fizzling and disappearing into thin air as it continued to move. The... thing? Curling around its hands.
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Date: 2024-04-25 05:03 pm (UTC)"C'mon Skipper," Dean said taunting the thing and motioning with the blade. "Talk to me about Ginger and the Professor."1
1This conversation of course all used the appropriate meta for Gilligan's island.
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Date: 2024-04-25 05:18 pm (UTC)It didn't seem intimidated by the blade. It... didn't seem to respond to much of anything. But the ground underneath its feet turned an ugly yellow with each step.
Closer.
Closer.
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Date: 2024-04-25 05:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-04-25 05:55 pm (UTC)The blade didn't touch it. Just pushed straight through, as if the thing wasn't made of anything at all.
Unfortunately, the snake-teeth that portruded from its hands, lashing out at Dean's shoulder, were rather more corporeal.
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Date: 2024-04-25 06:12 pm (UTC)He stabbed at the arm with the blade trying to see if that portion was at least corporeal.
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Date: 2024-04-25 06:15 pm (UTC)The mindless thing kept going, coughing up nonsense names and stranger words. Its snake arm flailed out again, trying to catch Dean a second time. The heart, perhaps?
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Date: 2024-04-25 06:30 pm (UTC)No. Not like this.
His mind flashed back to his father smiling outside the gate to hell. Bobby's grin and uttering "Idgits" one last time. Charlie crumpled over in the bathroom of a cheap motel. Castiel's last look when he said "I love you." And then the barn as Sam's face as his vision went black.
No. Not going down like that. If this thing continued to grow it would overtake the island. And if it slipped through the cracks? Home. And Dean was not letting this get back to his family.
With one final wild slash he struck out with the blade, aiming for whatever served as their head.
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Date: 2024-04-25 06:32 pm (UTC)The eyes of the snake thing at its fingertips lit up first. Then, the space where a human's eyes were supposed to be.
"... Fam... ly?" it stuttered.
Its shadowy head slid from its body. It fell apart into a hundred little glitter-stars.
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Date: 2024-04-25 06:41 pm (UTC)