Chung

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Duke Nukem

“Stealth? We’ll probably need it somewhere in the future. So, if you watch my back. I’ll watch yours.” I told Sinclair.

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And make myself comfortable I did, landing on the sofa as I looked at Luthor. To be honest, I’m not complaining much. Home has been boring without the alien bastards. Looks like they finally learned their lesson. But that means I would be out of a job. That wouldn’t be so bad since I had enough money to fund several small armies, but the real problem here is the boredom that comes with success.

“Work has been slow back home and I’m getting rusty." I stated. “As long as I get to kick ass, I’m on your side, got that?”

@darkred @Critic Ham @Thatguyinastore

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Jeffrey Woods

Jeff tried different methods of unjamming the blade in his head, such as wiggling it around as he pulled it. He later got interrupted by some armored dude. Jeff halted himself, looking at his getup from head to toe before a whistle escaped his lips. Damn, this guy looks ready to go against anything. I wondered what his deal is, since nobody wants to confront a mangled psychopath covered in dry blood.

Jeff looked confused at the two words he tossed around, not knowing what the hell they even mean.

To his surprise, he offered aid with a. . . Bacta Patch? And What the hell is a Kal? This motherfucker must be speaking in Australian slang or something. Oh well, The Killer humbly accepted his donations of kindness and bandages. Once he managed to pull out the knife. He immediately patched it so he wont paint the cage crimson red. That's his main concern right now, hemorrhages are not an issue.

"Oh, thank you!" Jeff said, striking the Mandalorian with a light jab. "At least one of you people have the kindness to help out a poor 15 year old boy here!"

. . .

"Or am I 14. Whatever, I'll kill you last!"

@QizPizza

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Duke Nukem

Ooooooh, he really is enthusiastic. I personally can't wait for the beatdown either, so let's rock! Let me just pick my guns and. . .

What in hell are you doing?

It took me a few moments of confusion until I realized something. He misinterpreted what I said. He took it literally, and I shook my head when it hit me. I started chuckling to myself, waiting for him to finish. This is such a stupid battle, but I'll be damned if I let anyone beat me in a competition of skill.

"That's not what I meant, bonehea--" I said quietly before interrupting myself. "Fuck it."

Honestly, he's not bad, not bad at all. I’m being serious here! But I’m about to blow his dance out of the water! I’m a man of many talents, all of them are for impressing babes and making other men jealous, and the doomguy is about to be an example of that. Hey. I might even prove the former if any babe is watching.

“Damn.” He said, clapping semi-enthusiastically. “Those are some badass moves right there, really, but move aside. Let me show you how the best does it.”

He gets on his spot, pressing the side of his glasses that suddenly began playing music

And. . .

Reference

“Shake it, baby!”

@Critic Ham

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Duke Nukem

Jesus Christ. I nearly shot his ass! Couldn’t he do that a little less aggressively? That thumbs up looked like a charged up haymaker. Whatever, it’s a duel then. Let’s hope the both of us don’t die before that. Speaking of the space marine, I didn’t know he was being literal minded when I said “Dance.” I just saw it as him being enthusiastic for a fight, which I thought was kind of badass.

"Heh! Alright, killer. Hope you still have stamina after this."

Well, now that I realized our weapons are still with us, which is pretty stupid, I wonder if they let me keep my cigars as well. . . Just reach into my pocket and. . . Jackpot! Alright. It's still there, but I'm not gonna smoke right now. It would just pollute the entire cage, and knowing how much smoke this shit puffs out. I'd think it would be a bad idea unless we're all trying to kill ourselves here.

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Duke Nukem

What the hell? I guess it's just not aliens that hate me. Come on, I know I'm not an animal person, but seriously? Whatever. A rabbit disliking me isn't a big deal, but his owner is. Once I felt the burdening aura of Doomguy behind me. I grit my teeth, cracking my neck before slowly standing up. I often say I have balls of steel and I am damn well proving it by showing no fear over the chainsaw revving behind me. I tried to be kind, but if they're gonna be like this. Then so be it.

"Well, this escalated quickly." I said before walking away from the duo without looking back. I then turned around to them with a shit-eating grin. "Calm down, killer. We'll dance later after I break us out of here, Capiche?"

Maybe that way, the fight will be fair when I'm exhausted. . . Hah! Like that would ever happen. There are bigger problems right now than tussling with a petty space marine. This boxed up space is already full of dumb crap. I mean, just look at that stupid biker wannabe causing shit again despite getting his brain shocked. Looks like fucker has to be knocked down the second time, but I doubt he'll learn his lesson.

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Duke Nukem

Alright. I knew I drank a lot that night, but where did my hangover land me this time? Well, definitely somewhere safer than the previous. At least now I’m treated with a babe in a suit and not an alien dragging me to God knows where. As I came to my senses, I realized what had happened.

Goddamnit.

Kidnapped again? Might as well be part of my routine at this point. Oh well, I’ll do what I always do when this happens. Break out, grab a gun, and start shooti--

“Holy shit!”

I exclaimed, eyes widening a little upon seeing the biker wannabe go down with nothing prompting it. It’s as if his brain just exploded, and the look of that man says it all for me.

Don’t. Make. Any. Rash. Actions.

Jesus Christ. That’s the last thing I wanted to do. I should be breaking out and kicking their asses right now! Too bad my kidnappers are actually smart this time around. They’re also humans for a change, and not aliens.

Just wanted to point that out.

With no bright ideas popping into my mind, I decided to play the long game as boring as that sounds.

Looking around, I realized I was not alone. The more I look, the weirder these people get. They don’t even look like they came from the same world. There were even aliens here, or at least that’s what I think they are. Even a power-armored pussy is running around and. . . What the fuck is that dance?

“The hell are you doing?” I muttered under my breath.

Goddamn, that’s awful!

“What kind of shit dance is that?"

I was going to proudly show him how to really shake it, but there was a rabbit in my way.

. . .

"Hmmmm. . ."

I looked around in an alert manner, trying to see if anybody is looking at me. Once I'm sure they're all preoccupied: I got down on one knee and started petting the rabbit.

"Cute little fucker. Wish I brought a carrot with me."

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Amelia Watson

A lone Phone Boot stands idly in the dark streets of Gotham. A sound could be heard coming from it, cutting through the silence as it rumbles from within. It grew more volatile, cracking from the inside until it erupted completely. Parts flung everywhere as smoke filled the area. Leaving one lone figure standing where the phone booth was--

Cough. COUGH!

"ACK! I CAN'T BREATH!"

Background Music

She stumbles off as she fans away the smoke. . . And it appeared to be a girl who's too bubbly looking for a ragged place like this. In fact, you'd even say she does not belong anywhere at Gotham.

She rubbed her eyes before opening them.

"Gooood morning, Metro--"

The girl stopped, slowly growing confused. She was clearly expecting something different. She went to check more of the place out by walking around to see if she's in the right city.

"Huh. So, this is Metropolis." She said with a strained voice. "This is either a really bad neighborhood or Smol Ame lied to me."

As she kept roaming, roaming, and roaming. Watson slowly grew nervous until she bumps into a man giving her weird glares. Once she noticed this, she shot a look back, a little uncertain of his intentions.

"Lady." He spoke, setting Ame into full alarm. "What are you doing this late at night? This is Gotham for fu--"

"Wait. Say that again. . ."

". . . This is Gotham?"

"That. . . THAT LITTLE BASTARD!" She screeched. "Okay, okay! It's fine! Let me just. . . She closed the way back home. Of course."

While Amelia stood there, looking down in silent anger. The man just watched her, trying to catch her attention before poking her in the cheek.

"I'M GONNA KILL THAT LITTLE BRAT!"

"Christ!"

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Jeffrey Woods

Well, this happened at the absolute worst time. Jeff was tussling with a final girl who stabbed him in the head with his very own knife. The Teenage Killer was pissed off by how many times she managed to slip away from his fingers, but he has bigger issues now. The knife lodged into his head is killing him or that’s what he thought. He was surely convinced seeing that the feeling of his body started going down from top to bottom. He honestly thought he was finished. Out of all the things that could take his life, this is the least he expected.

The stupidest thing about it was the way she slapped the knife out of his hands. With a frying pan. It's like she's a suburban mom defending herself from an abusive husband.

Once Jeff awoke. He jolted up in a violent rage, trying to find the girl who made a fool out of him, but instead of the cold, unfeeling area he claimed as his domain. He was transported to. . . another cold and unfeeling area, but this time he’s paired up with a bunch of fucking weirdos that make his world look normal.

I mean, come on. A spider themed Superhero? A dancing Space Marine? Is this some sort of dying dream?

“Maybe cutting off my eyelids was a bad idea. I’m fuckin seeing things.” He exclaimed before the pain of the blade in his cranium makes itself clear. “Oh wait, I think it’s the drugged up knife in my head messing with my brain. My bad.”

. . .

“Welp. This is quite the day I’m having.” He sighed, trying to pull the blade off as he grunted with every tug.

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"Let's put on some piano music. It's good for our brains!"

Amelia Watson

“That’s me!”

Age:
24

Gender:
Female

Canon: HoloMyths

Main Thread or Sandbox: Sandbox

Starting Location: Gotham

Personality:
Despite being the most prim and proper gal of the group. Watson has a habit of jumping back and forth between neurotic to the sanest person of the Myths. She can have quite the potty mouth, being easy to tick off, though she tries her best to hide it. Overall, she’s pretty down to earth if not a little cheery and enthusiastic with the things she does.

Amelia, however, can be an immature jerk, having a habit of making “Your Mom” jokes and the likes as if she’s 12 or something. Doesn’t help that she lets herself loose more than the others in her squad, being the most emotional person of the HoloMyths. Though, weird at moments and quite the rager: Amelia Watson always tries to have a good time.

Equipment:
Revolver
What’s a self-respecting Detective without a revolver? Despite her grand and fantastical ability. Her gun is seemingly mundane. What makes it special is Ame’s trick to use it in tandem with her power.

Attributes:
Time Manipulation
Gifted with the power of Time Manipulation. Amelia Watson has been honing her ability since day one. Hell, she used it to cheat a lot in life, making her jobs a breeze. She has mastered the dangerous skill of time manipulation, and she can slow time, speed it up, and reverse it. Hell, she can even pull other versions of herself in different timelines. The side effect is that she can only use it a few times or else things will get really messy since it will have adverse effects on the future, past, and present. She found this out the hard way.

Biography:
An oddity of time itself, Amelia Watsons are destined to fight The Time Warden and die for their powers. With each one she strikes down, more would appear. This Amelia is one of the many in line to fall by her hand, but in every encounter: She wins or survives. It gave her the status of the unkillable Watson that others are sure to slay The Time Warden once and for all. Amelias want nothing more than to have nobody restricting them from doing as they please. If The Warden falls, they will have full reign over the timelines, but this Amelia doesn't want that. So, she plays along with them but she won't actually kill The Warden.

And The rest is history.

Other: I'm really earning my "Scuffed Characters Galore" Title.

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Jeffrey Woods

Age:
15 years old

Gender:
Male

Canon:
Jeff the Killer

Main Thread or Sandbox:
Main Thread

Personality:
Oddly enough, he acts like a regular teenager. Except instead of fantasizing about being an edgy murder man: He lives the life many of his age has been dreaming about. He’s most definitely a slimy edgelord with a hint of snarkiness. He’s not all there in the head and is seemingly lacking awareness because of that. Well, the lack of awareness might be partially caused by his teen angst, but his insanity is at least half the reason.

Jeff is obviously trying to act cool and spooky most of the time, and he has the reputation to back up that edge of his. But if you take away the things he did: He’s just some dumb, annoying teenager without a fraction of creativity and thinks he’s hot shit.

Equipment:
Rusty Knife

“I’m pretty sure touching this blade will give you ten different types of AIDS.”

If the stab doesn’t kill you, then the infected blade surely will or at the very least put you out of commission for a while. The blade hasn’t been cleaned for a long time, and it has been put through more wear and tear than any regular weapon. It doesn’t even have any maintenance or repair. It’s a shock that it’s still able to cut! Well, barely.

Attributes:
Slasher Villain Durability
Those wounds aren’t for show. He earned those scars through trials and tribulations. Hell, he’s been shot so many times that bullets are pretty much food to him at this point. And he’s quite the punchable fellow, so you know he’s taken a few hits to the head for being a royal pain in people’s asses.

Biography:
We all know the story of Jeffrey Woods, so I’ll skip the pleasantries. Jeff is one of many teenagers who became cold blooded killers. In a world full of haunted electronic devices, Eldritch Abominations, and other psychopaths. You’d think Jeff would just be a dime a dozen scumbag in a sea of murderers, but no. His attention seeking ways and daring exploits somehow got him what he wanted. He became an icon. He’s one of the most notorious murderers in history, and he’s not stopping anytime soon!

Other:
LISTEN, I CAN MAKE THIS WORK. TRUST ME ON THIS!