Hunger. Games. And Death. Plenty o' Death.

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[CITY OF MIRANGE]
[TIME: 17:34]
[MONTH: October]
[YEAR: 2020]
[POPULATION: 665,1336]
[line]imagine a line here[/line]

"Its a waste of both our times to be arguing about this."
"I agree. Besides, we both know that Alex Mercer is cooler."
"No, he isn't. Cole MacGrath is best superhero. Your two bit piece of antihero ♥♥♥♥ can't compare."
"I suppose that's why you thought this arguement was pointless?"
"Pretty much."
"I guess were doing this then."

Two grown ♥♥♥ men argue about which superpowered freak was best.
Two grown ♥♥♥ could not come to a compromise.

"Mercer is a walking pile of AIDs. He can't touch somebody without making them throw up or die right on the spot."
"MacGrath can't get with any reasonable chicks long enough to bed them.
"Mercer can't even ♥♥♥♥ procreate. Your arguement is invalid."
"Alex doesn't need to procreate. He's a badass ♥♥♥♥ pile of destruction."
"That can't even make any legitimate friends or do anything besides kill everything. Can you say FOREVER ALONE?"
"At the very least he can survive contact with knee high water, unlike your whore."
"Oh Thats it. COMMERE YOU SUNNUVA-"

Two grown ♥♥♥ men on a roof duke it out.
Fanboy Fight ensues.
Fanguy One swings a left hook.
Fanguy Two steps to the left.
Fanguy Two aims for attempts leg Sweeping of Fanguy One.
Fanguy One jumps backward and lunges left fist forward.
Fanguy Two ducks underneath. Uppercuts at the greatest oppurtunity.
Fanguy One tumbles backwards, Two follows up with jabs to the stomach.
One blocks a jab and kicks for crotch. Two recoils in pain and bends over.
One knees Two in the face and decks him to the floor soon after with a haymaker to the face.

Two uses the momentum of his sliding fall to shove his fist into the ground. A fountain of organic, blood-red spikes appear out of the ground in front of him like a shark's fin. The spikes appear to travel along the ground in a path set straight for One.
One responds by leaping to the side. At the tip of the arc in his jump, a visible surge of blue energy runs across his arms and leaves his figertips in the form of a bolt of lightning aimed directly at Two. Two responds by lifting a chunk of cemen off the ground and uses it as a shield. The bolt disperses across the cement and fizzles across it's surface. Two takes this oppurtunity to heave the giant chunk at One.
It travels fast enough to kill him, but slow enough for him to react even while still in mid-air. This time, One uses both hands while releasing his energy, the end result becoming not a pure bolt of electricity, but a wall of thing stretched energy. The wall he tossed blasted the rock back at Two, this time, with even greater speed.

Two took a defiant stance and winded up his right arm. He swing at the rock wih his bare fist, but in the split second before it made contact with the cement, dark veins and strings of blood roped around his fists, quickly hardening into an organic shell over his hands.
A small scale explosion occured as it imploded into bits of dust that formed a gigantic waft of smoke. When it cleared, Fanboy Two stood, unscathed.
Fanboy One landed on a nearby generator, and looked down at Fanboy Two, where an aura of dread and destruction hung about.
"Well, I guess a civilized fight is out of the question too."



Two grown ♥♥♥ superpowered freaks were duking it out just now.
And then there's a TV.

"In other news, it has been a whole week since the recorded outbreak of the experimetal IG-Genenetic Mutation Virus.
While the virus is actually non-lethal and non-zombie producing, as the scientists in charge of it's creation have confirmed, several reports of new, superpowered beings have been on the rise. Now, as a person who's read lots of stories, I as a reporter have no doubt that people are going to start dying as if this was a serious outbreak. The only question now is how long it's going to take before a self-righteous prick starts strutting about town claiming we need a purification from the new breed of "freaks." Hold on. *presses on Earpiece* and now my boss is telling me to shut the hell up before I start giving out more bad ideas. More news on this story as it develops then, I guess."


A plain girl, watching the news from a huge clump of TVs in a window display, turns around and faces an invisible crowd. She speaks slowly and softly, with a straight face on.

"Prologues over, people."

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A/N Feedback on my nonsensical story would be nice, people.

[CITY OF MIRANGE]
[TIME: 17:09]
[MONTH: October]
[YEAR: 2020]
[POPULATION: 665,1337]
[line]imagine a line here[/line]

"Hey. You just can't do that you know. You'll cause a time paradox. "
"Whatsa Pear-a-docks?"
"..."
"Whatsa dot dot dot?"
"No."
*Fire Lizard breathes fire on Water Turtle*
*Water Turtle faints*
"Whatttt how did you do that."
"Because Time Paradox. That's why I told you not to do that."
"bwaaaaahhhh." the girl makes a confused look on her face both puzzled by the fact that her beast lost to an element type that it was good against, and by how she had caused a time paradox.

The other person holding a handheld device, a boy much obviously smaller in stature, ruffled the girls hair.
"Dont worry, Emili. You'll probably get it right the second time. Or the third."
"But that sounds so far away, Dr. Ache." Emili moaned.
"I told you, my name is Drake. I'm a doctor, yes, but that's not even close to my real name." Drake, the small boy corrects, obviously annoyed.
"You gottit, Drrr....Drrr.....DRRR!"
"How did you manage to turn it into an acrony... Actually, I don't care." Drake sighs.
"But why does time paradox make fire kill water?"
"Because in a parallel universe, Prometheus killed the gods and took their place. The world, consequently, burned into a living hell, and for a moment, we just crossed paths with that universe."
"Ehhhh?" Emili tilts her head and smiles like the airhead she is.
Drake steps on the footstool next to Emili and looks her in the eyes.
"You'd probably understand a whole lot better if those earphones weren't in your ears,"
Drake swipes her the cute little pink earphones out of her delicate ears.
Curious, he puts one of them in his ear,
"What are you even listening to right no-"

"...I scream out a prayer that doesn't reach anywhere and disappears into the contaminated red sky . Throwing away all mercy. The light of the beautiful moon sinks down to the beginning, far beyond the sky, an into your grieving eyes. I still reach my hand even further, believing in the grief you feel-"
Drake yanks out the earpiece.
"Hmm? Don't like Dubbed Japanese Music?" Emili grins.
"No, Its just that I expected death metal, that's all." Drake looks the other way. Tears of joy falling from his face.
"By the way, are you sure it's safe to be playing games here? I worry a lot about the next guy who passes us-" Drake's cautionary afterthought is followed by a swift mugger suddenly appearing before the two.
The mugger is quick to make an ♥♥♥ of himself. "♥♥♥♥♥." He pushes Emili to the ground and snatches her PSTray. "YOUR ♥♥♥♥ IS MINE." The mugger proceeds to hightail it.

"Well, that's unfortunate." Drake notes of the blatant thievery that just took place.
"Dr. Ache! We have to get my PSTray back!" Emili stares at Drake with a straight face.
"Well, technically..." Drake starts piping up with a reason not to, but before he can even start reasoning, Emili's straight face turns into a pleading cry for help-face.
"...Ugh. Fine." Drake steps off the footstool and looks in the general direction the Mugger took off in. Off into a dark alley.
"Well then. Let's just walk down this suspiciously dark path with no caution whatsoever, shall we?"