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Ultimate Baseball of Doom: First Final Tournament of the Ages

“BABABABUASDFBLUBALUBUBASSIEENADRIAANRULULULU” Cthulhu gibbered as Azathoth-knows-how-many volts ran through his body. On top of that, some powerful energy projectile flew in and hit him from off-field. The combination of the two effects caused an enormous eruption of energy and his entire body violently exploded into a rain of green flesh, littering the surrounding field.

Tumbling down among the chunks of flesh was one object that wasn’t like the others. It was in fact Great Cthulhu, reduced by the damage to a merely two-foot tall version of himself. He landed on his butt in the grass, with a look of displeasure on his face. “Hm, not again,” he said in a voice a lot more high-pitched than before.

But Thor wasn’t rid of him quite yet. “Cthulhi, rise!” he yelled, and immediately the many chunks of flesh that were littered about the field briefly became amorphous before taking the shape of more tiny Cthulhi. “Pass me the ball!” they all yelled simultaneously as they crawled to their feet, sounding like a horde of children talking in perfect unison.

The other demons had meanwhile gotten their hands on the ball, and they passed it to him, er, them, er him, as told. Once the ball disappeared into the horde of Little Old Ones, they started stampeding towards Thor en masse, while passing the ball to one another until one of the frontmost Cthulhi held it. Like a green wave, they both charged directly towards Thor in an attempt to tag him with the ball, but also moved to surround the next base like a wall.

Ultimate Baseball of Doom: First Final Tournament of the Ages

Alright, something about the last line confused me. But i'll be posting... probably tomorrow.

Ultimate Baseball of Doom: First Final Tournament of the Ages

I can probably reply to both actions in my post, but i'm not sure i understood Frami's action correctly. He fired some kind of energy weapon, right?

Nobody, you could control one of the demon goons to do that. :P

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Obadiah’s canes made one hell of a noise as they repeatedly banged against Trainer’s gauntlets to little effect. Even in the hands of a master, wood is of little use against steel. He allowed himself to grind to a halt, which caused his eight-directional sight to wobble as dizziness set in, but he was sufficiently used to doing this that he held his footing. It did, however, give Trainer the opportunity to wrap his stubby little arms around his thighs to try holding him in place.

Obadiah considered the grip for a moment, but figured the magic-robot-thing wasn’t in much of a position to attack from here, so getting him off was potayto potahto. Instead, he stretched out one of his arms, over Trainer’s head, aimed his cane down at a 90 degree angle and made several rapid but well-aimed downward thrusts to where Randy was seeking cover. The thrusts were aimed to prod his hands and get him to drop the gun.

Additionally, more spiders had crawled from his sleeve and were clinging to his cane, so with every poke, a bunch of them hopped off to try jump onto Randy. The spiders by themselves weren’t dangerous to humans… but Randy didn’t know that. “Better beware that spider venom, boy!”

Ultimate Baseball of Doom: First Final Tournament of the Ages

One of the creatures that was among the demons on the field was Great Cthulhu, high priest of the Great Old Ones and lord of R’lyeh. He sat slumped over in the grass, looking like a 50-foot-tall green mollusc as his face tentacles swayed back and forth with his snoring. Grrrrrr ffffffuu, grrrrrrr fffffuu
“Sir, sir wake up, the game is starting.” Said a comparatively tiny fishman as he prodded Cthulhu’s leg.
The Great Old One snorted loudly as he woke up. With his dozen eyes he looked around to see the ball already being pitched. “Ah, thanks Fthagthlixu,” he bellowed as he quickly rose to his feet, rising to an even more enormous height. The stars weren’t quite right today, which always made him feel so sleepy. After all, at the ripe old age of 4.2 billion, he no longer had the sort of energy he used to. But that wouldn’t stop him from participating. He had his honour to defend, and besides he wanted to get some payback on the angelic bastards who created the Elder Sign and locked him up for a few thousand years.

When the ball was launched, he considered trying to catch it, but catching something so tiny with his giant hands would be a pain. Besides, some other demons were scurrying after it already. Instead, he stretched out his arms and made a gesture as if grabbing and opening a pair of curtains. Reality tore apart at his touch, opening a portal to the Realm of Madness, which he was forcibly sucked into as if by a vacuum before it closed again. Immediately, the same portal reopened a hundred yards above the ground and right above the path from home base to first base. Like a meteor, Cthulhu was ejected out and came hurtling downwards, looking to slam right on top of Thor and drive him into the ground before he could reach first base.

100 vs. Big Bad!

Will he ride a baby emu too, or a full-sized one? Might be a gnome :D

100 vs. Big Bad!

LeeRoy, shouldn't Jessibelle do something as well?
Beside, Shin got shot at.

100 vs. Big Bad!

The speeding turtle shell indeed crashed into the blob of spiders that were left in Obadiah’s wake, sending them scattering in all directions, like pulp flying from a crushed watermelon. No matter though, there is no short supply of spiders in Spiderspace.

The grasshopper was fast and tiny, but Obadiah’s many beady eyes managed to lock onto her anyways. He would be a scrub of a swordsman and a scrub of a spider to lose sight of his foe so easily. But attacking something so small and fast was difficult even for him, and missing would leave him open to a counter-attack. For now, he opted on a defensive manoeuvre. He slammed one of his canes down on the ground, aiming for the grasshopper but not particularly expecting to hit her, and jumped, using his momentum and the leverage of his cane to transition into a somersault, leaving Re'Chrid to fruitlessly charge into the empty space where his feet used to be.

He landed eight feet from where he took off and immediately turned to face Re'Chrid again. “I ain’t some feeble old man, you kn-” he said, before being interrupted by another burst of bullets that knocked his hat off again as well as landing a few glancing hits on his shoulder and upper arm, cracking the carapace. He stumbled a step back in surprise as he turned to face the offender, his bulbous eyes narrowing as if to say shit just got real.

Evidently, this gangster kid took precedence. Without further chattering for once, he took off sprinting in Randy and Trainer’s direction, going much faster than one might expect from his appearance. He charged in a curved path to end up at their flank instead of going straight for them, in order to make himself a harder target for Randy’s gun. If not interrupted, he would launch into a top-like spinning attack, rotating rapidly around his axis with his two canes pointed outward as he continued forward, in order to whack anyone who found themselves in his path.

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Yes, i quite like the separations.

You know, Aura, if the Demon Lord is using his powers, you should probably say he is instead of describing the effects as if they come out of nowhere. Rule of perception: if the audience can't see him doing it, they won't assume he's the one doing it.

Anyways, i'll be posting tomorrow, probably.

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A turtle shell as a projectile? Fascinating. As a businessman, Obadiah couldn’t resist considering how to monetize such a thing. Perhaps use the knowledge of this girl’s abilities to create a car-mounted shell-shooter to stun other cars during a race! Brilliant! Wait, where was i? Obadiah shook the genius ideas from his head for now to see the shell coming his way, with an armed grasshopper on top. For a moment, he simply stood in place, unmoving but for the motion of putting his top hat back on, watching in anticipation as it came his way, while the spiders at his feet squirmed their way beneath his soles, lifting him off the ground a bit as he came to stand upon a blob of spiders. At the last second, he pointed his cane skyward and yelled, “To Narnia!”. Like a spring, the blob of spiders below his feet rapidly changed shape in order to launch him forward and eight feet into the air. His body remained straight as a stick as he front-flipped through the air, before landing, surprisingly gracefully, right next to Mywt. “Well tie me to a pick-up truck and call me George Washington, you sendin’ an insect to fight a spider, girl?” he said, bending over to put his face at a level with hers. “Lucky for you, I don’t fight women. Insects, on the other hand…” He spun around on his heel to show his back to Mywt and pulled a second cane from his jacket in order to dual-wield them. “Show yourself, grasshopper, and I’ll show you why you don’t mess with a good ol’ boy.”