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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 5, 2021 18:50:39 GMT -5
In this totally non-canon one-off, we let creativity shine and see what happens when 3WSR encounters characters from across the multiverse
In an area that has been strangely isolated from the rest of... well, everywhere, imagine an area in the shape of a circle, diameter of 250 miles, cut into 4 quadrants. Then several hundred miles of open sea in all directions
Northern quadrant is a modern city, western quadrant is desert-like, eastern quadrant is grassland plains and forests, and the southern quadrant is hills and plateaus. Specific locations can be created at your leisure.
So basically- we start off with X amount of characters in this situation, and overtime we introduce more characters.
All mediums are fair game. Anime, western animation, comic books, sci-fiction... only rule is no “God characters” because we don’t need literal deus ex machinas
also- healing factors are nerfed in this plain to allow characters to “sign off” as needed so others can shine when we need them too. I.e. Deadpool doesn’t take over the story
and the big one- characters can “die” but not in the way you expect- when one suffers fatal damage they disappear from the plane and can reappear if the plot calls for it (but don't abuse this)
and lastly- characters who have never met previously have no knowledge of each other; but people from the same canon (marvel, DC, one piece), are fine
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 5, 2021 21:21:30 GMT -5
Day Zero:
(NOTE: The Colorfolk here are not from either canon; this is a "third canon" with their own incarnations of Man In Blue, Man In White, etc. The biggest difference in this canon- there was no Colorfolk civil war/war of the shards)
Daniel Erdagovern woke up from what he presumed was a nap. It wasn't like him to take naps during the day, and yet the last thing he remembered was going about his business while on vacation in Ordos before feeling light headed and passing out. Now, here he was, waking up in a grassy field, with grasslands as far as he could see. From what he could tell, he was not on Ordos, nor was he back home. He stood up on he feet and, sensing that not all was as it seemed, he "summoned" his mage robes and took note of his situation. In the distance in one direction, he saw what appeared to be forests, and in another direction he saw what looked like hills and plateaus. Even further off, he saw what he swore could have been buildings, but this was not the time to think about that, he needed to get his bearings. In the distance, he could make out what looked like a structure, and proceeded to make his way towards it. As he got closer the details became more discernable, and finally he started running towards what he saw; it was the Great Hall of the Colorfolk. He was just about to enter the doors when he stopped short and realized... something was off. The building was indeed the Great Hall, and looking around he did recognize the grounds of the Great Hall; every detail was correct. He saw assorted training areas and farmlands, as well as the grand but humble structure that was the Great Hall of the Colorfolk... most importantly, he could sense the Perception Filter, one of the Colorfolk's unique spells, active and protecting the lands. Taking a breath, he stepped forward and walked through the door. Stepping through, he suddenly found himself in a place all too familiar. He realized that was indeed in his Colorfolk home. Everything was correct, except for the absence of... well, the Colormen and Colorwomen. It was an eerie feeling, almost as if he was in a place that was both familiar and alien to him. Almost as if... as if...
"Am... I in another dimension? I suppose it is possible, but I wouldn't be able to prove it without evidence. I shouldn't rule out ideas because I do not like them, yet..." his train of thought was interrupted as he heard a noise in the neighboring room. Manifesting the Blade of Erdagovern, he pointed it in the direction of the doorway he heard the sound. "Reveal yourself! What have you done with my friends?!" He screamed. And a figure did indeed appear... a man in robes like his but white, and wearing an all too familiar helmet.
"Daniel? Is that you?" He said, removing it and revealing his face. Man In Blue sighed in relief.
"Man In White, a most welcome relief indeed. I presume you awoke in similar circumstances?" Man In Blue asked.
"Yes; though in my case I passed out while walking along the coast; next thing I knew I awoke in my quarters... but on the floor" Man In White explained.
"Have you seen anyone else?" Man In Blue asked.
"Not yet, but if that is the case..." Man In White began, making direct eye contact with Man In Blue before pausing, then both developing looks of pure terror.
"OH NO!" they both screamed as they frantically began running towards the Prism Room. Down flights of stairs they ran, coming to the Outer door. They cast the Colorfolk unique spells that could open the door to the Prism chamber. Then, they began the *next* Colorfolk unique spell that could open the door to the Inner Avrenium "cage" that enclosed the inner chamber; no magic spell or physical attack was capable of cutting Avrenium, thus making it an ideal shield protecting the Prism. Then, they cast the third Colorfolk unique spell that could open the second cage, this one composed of Radmiium; nullifying all teleportation, it made it impossible to go in or out with that method. Then, they came to the final cage. Their eyes glowed with magic, allowing them to see the invisible Gresmium "cage" that was the last barrier before the Prism. Casting the last of the different, Colorfolk unique spells that was needed, they finally made their way to the Prism itself. Now in the presence of the source of their power... or at least they hoped, magic was cast through the Corfdium wires, creating a soft light in the room... and illuminating the presence of the Prism. the two mages sighed with relief as the sacred Prism was still in place. They stood before the Prism and bowed their heads, "Noble Spirit... are you there?" Man In Blue asked.
There was nothing for a few seconds, but at last, the image of what looked like an old human sage manifested above The Prism. The two mages sighed with relief.
"Daniel, Jeffrey, it is good to see you" The Spirit said in relief, indicating that he had just witnessed something distressing.
"I presume you know what is going on?" Man In Blue asked.
"I regret my helmet was not able to discern much" Man In White added.
"And I do not know what is going on either" the Spirit of Order sighed.
"What? But aren't you and your *other half* the most powerful beings in existence?" Man In Blue asked, shocked.
"In our reality yes... but I kept my consciousness during this... this dimensional shift... so I was able to sense to a general extent what happened" The Spirit explained.
"Ok, so if this is dimensional magic, let's have BT send us back and call it a day" Man In White proposed.
"One, its not that simple. And two, I think we're dealing with bigger issues than we realize" a voice said. The two turned around to see Man In Bright Turquoise, and with him were a woman in robes the same color as Man In Blue, and two other Colormen.
"Melody! What a relief!" Daniel said as the two ran to each other and embraced. "Good to see you Winston; you to, Man In Gold, Man In Red" he continued.
"Do we have any idea of what is going on?" Man In Gold asked as the assembled crowd got bigger.
"I think we are all pretty much on the same page" Man In Red assured as the attention turned to BT.
"As much as I hate to say it, I think we are stuck here. I was in my plane between dimensions at the time so I witnessed most of what happened" BT said.
"And?" Man In Gold asked.
"... all I was able to make sense of was our dimension effectively ceased to exist, as well as numerous others. This... this is an island of reality, in a sea of nothingness... not even that Vados could thrive in the nothingness that exists out there" BT stated.
"Impossible, I sensed oceans out around the island" Man In White began
"The oceans go out for a few hundred miles, yes, but at the edge is literally the edge of reality" BT corrected.
"Is there ANYTHING you can do?" Man In Red asked.
"Hardly; if I do anything too strenuous it'll take an enormous toll on me, physically and mentally" BT explained
(translation: BT is nerfed and not a deus ex machina)
"So what do we do now?" Man In Gold asked.
"The only thing we can do... gather intelligence, map out this island... and rescue our fellow Colorfolk" The Spirit explained.]
"Agreed" everyone said together. Everyone left the Prism chamber after sealing all the necessary gates, then made their way to the general meeting hall. As they did, they heard a piercing scream from inside the Great Hall. The group ran towards its source, and Found Woman In Green having fallen on the floor, sitting up against the wall.
"What's wrong?" Man In White said as the group ran up to her.
"What... what... what is THAT?!" She asked, pointing to a creature on the other side of the room.
"Woman In Green, what are you going on about, it's just a... WHAT THE F***?!" Man In Blue exclaimed in shock. Across the room, they saw... a cat. But not just any cat, it was a grey tabby cat, but it was missing the back half of its body. But then things got stranger... the cat was not only alive, but it was moving and acting like absolutely nothing was wrong with it. It meowed at the group.
"Whatever's going on... I don't think that cat is from our dimension" BT observed.
"Guys... something tells me this... thing... is just the tip of the iceberg" Man In Blue concluded. Then everyone looked at Man In White, who nodded and put his helmet on to assess the situation with the Great Hall. Man In White scanned every detail of the complex, and then informed the others, "There is only one other life form in the Great Hall; besides the Spirit and everyone in this room" Man In White explained.
"Ok, so let's split up! I'll take a bunch of us to apprehend this guy, and the rest... well, keep an eye on that thing; who knows what it is capable of" Man In Blue declared.
"That will not be necessary" a voice said, as a door opened, and said life form entered the room. It was a man, in clothes akin to some sort of scientist. But the emblem on his jacket, of a circle with arrows inside, vexed the Colorfolk
"HOW DID YOU GET IN HERE?!" The Colorfolk said as they manifested and raised their weapons or spells. The man seemed unfazed, "Fascinating... are you undiscovered anomalies, or are you from another world all together?" He asked.
"Anomalies? MAGIC is quite normal where we come from, thank you very much" Woman In Blue said, offended.
"Fascinating; it seems we have much to discuss; since I think we can both agree we don't want to fight pointlessly" the man said, not even flinching.
The Colorfolk calmed down as Man In Blue approached him, "Very well. I am Daniel Erdagovern, but you can refer to me as Man In Blue" he introduced.
"Dr Jacob Thompson, I am a Chief Researcher at the SCP Foundation... and I see you have already met Josie" he said, looking at the half-cat.
"That thing has a name?" Man In White asked in confusion.
"Yes, but it also goes by SCP 529" Dr Thompson explained.
"SCP?" The Colorfolk asked in confusion.
"Maybe we need to compare notes first" Dr Thompson began.
"Original question first" Woman In Blue pointed out.
"Ah, yes. Well, short answer... I woke up in your dining hall, and I've been awfully lost ever since"
"Fair enough... guess that also explains why you aren't affected by the Perception Filter" Man In Blue concluded.
"The what?" Dr Thompson asked.
"... let's compare notes" Man In Gold cut off; it was clear this was the only way to figure out what the hell was going on
.........
At least 20 miles away, in the forested area, Bronze Mage had found himself in a very similar situation, only for him, it was that he had found Diablo Tower in the middle of the forested area, and was entering the Tower to see what had happened. Also disturbed by how empty the tower is, his first instinct was to call out for the others... but he was cut off by a scream. He headed in the direction in question.. and found The General alongside Cracker Jill, both looking pretty distressed.
"Oh, sir! Thank goodness! Something terrible has happened!" The General screamed.
Bronze Mage chucked for a bit before composing himself, "calm down General, your squeak is coming out again" Bronze Mage ordered. The General composed himself as his high, squeaky voice made it hard for anyone to take him seriously. So, he calmed himself down, to a point where his voice sounded more reasonable. "It's Cracker Jack, he was just kidnapped by...by..." but before the General could continue, he covered his mouth and he stopped himself.
"Well?" Bronze Mage asked.
"The thing is, if we describe what we are about to talk about, I think we're going to disappear like Cracker Jack did" Cracker Jill began.
"Yes, we tried to stop it but we couldn't do it" The General explained.
"How?" Bronze Mage asked.
"We found this piece of paper with pictograms on a table here" Cracker Jill began, "Cracker Jack tried making sense of it, and began deciphering the pictograms. Said it described a tall creature covered in black tendrils called SCP 2521..."
"Cracker Jill..." The General said, trying to cut her off.
"It seems to be a very dangerous creature that cannot be stopped by physical barriers. It steals anything written about it or anyone who speaks of it. Anyone who speaks of this creature is never seen aga... oh, sh**!!" Cracker Jill exclaimed in shock as suddenly, the creature appeared again, and this time stole her away, Bronze Mage and The General shocked by what had just transpired.
They stood silent for a minute before Bronze Mage spoke again, "first give me that paper so I can incinerate it. Then, we never speak of you know what again."
"and next?" The General asked.
"We find the high ranking members of our organization, and figure out what is going on" Bronze Mage said.
The General was making sure he had all the papers before handing them over, "Sir, you find anyone else yet?"
"Not yet; you?" Bronze Mage asked
"Found Captain Dynamo, General Colossomo and Doctor Laser; they are looking around the Tower for others" he explained. "Oh, and here are the papers; let me stand a few feet away before you burn them with fire magic" The General said as he took a few steps back.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 6, 2021 0:21:16 GMT -5
The general looked confused. "What's going on?"
"I don't know," the Bronze Mage said. "My fourth-wall awareness isn't sure what to make of this. I think we're closer to our 3WSR selves than our 4WSR selves, but other than that I can't make heads or tails of it."
"What?"
The Bronze Mage sighed. "Never mind."
"So what's the plan, boss?" The general asked.
"Well, first things first, we need to find the others. In particular I want to find my top people. Viv, the Blood Alchemist, Priori, Chessmaster- is Percy Silver still on our side in this continuity? And then-"
The duo were interrupted by a strange sci-fi sound coming from outside.
"What was that?"
The General ran to the window.
"Three people are outside, boss, with weird magic devices... I think the middle one is an elf?"
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"Captain's log, stardate 3977.6. The Enterprise has found itself transported to a strange extradimensional space. Scans confirm that we are in a massive cube partially filled with water, and a single island located in the center. Commander Spock, Doctor McCoy, and myself have beamed down to investigate."
Captain James T Kirk, dashing starship commander and insanely bad actor, looked around the strange area he found himself in.
"It appears to be not too unlike Earth, captain," Spock said. "I am reading a 78% nitrogen, 21% oxygen atmosphere."
"These trees..." Kirk mused. "They look like Earth trees, but of all different species, none of which would ever grow in the same part of the world."
"Jim, you better take a look at this..." McCoy said, pointing out Diablo Tower sitting amongst the trees behind them.
"Ah, a building. Perhaps the inhabitants of this place are responsible for the Enterprise being teleported here." Spock mused.
"No we're not!" Said the general from inside in his high pitched voice.
Doctor McCoy bent over in a fit of laughter. "That voice... is there a munchkin in there?"
"Bones, be professional!" Kirk snapped.
"Hey, screw you!" The General said. "What the *** did you just ****ing say about me, you little *****? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Green Berets, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on the Servants of Metalicana, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in guerilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US Armed Forces. You are nothing to me but-"
"Actually, the squeaky voice is pretty funny." Kirk admitted. "We could do without the profanity, though."
**************
Woman In Gold woke up on a beach.
"Crap, there's sand all over my clothes... wait a minute, what is this place?"
Woman In Gold stood and looked around, confused.
"Crap, is this the multiversal crossover event my horoscope predicted? Damn it, I knew I should have listened to Man In Green talk about astrology."
Woman In Gold surveyed the beach.
"Well, I don't see anything from any notable fictional franchises... wait. No. It can't be."
Hundreds of small, yellow, pill-shaped creatures were running down the hill towards her, speaking gibberish.
"I can't believe it... all the fictional characters in the universe to work with, and what do I get? Minions."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 6, 2021 23:06:48 GMT -5
(Just fixed some very slight spelling errors in the above post)
Woman In Gold decided it was best to run for it for now; remembering that "Oh wait, I'm not supposed to have knowledge of beings outside my canon" she said half heartedly, "oh no, I don't want to find out what will happen if they get me" and began running away, fake-screaming as she did, "then again; if some of these characters exist as works of fiction inside our universe, does that mean... no shouldn't overthink it" she shook her head as she continued running with the minions behind her.
......
"So... your organization is dedicated to containing creatures, objects, and even non-physical things from harming humanity?" Man In Gold asked, incredulous.
"What sounds strange and alien to you is everyday and normal to me in my dimension, much as your magic is from my perspective" Thompson explained.
"I suppose that's a fair assessment. At any rate if any of these "anomalies" as you call them are also here on this island; what do you think we should do?" Man In Blue asked.
"As far as I am concerned our goals are not at odds with one another. You seek to investigate what is going on here, as do I. You seek to rescue your friends, I seek to contain any anomalies that may be out there. At least, the ones from my dimension" Thompson stated.
The Colorfolk talked among themselves for a bit, before coming to a consensus. "We seek to avoid pointless fighting; very well, for the time being, we are on the same side" Woman In Blue stated as the two parties came to an agreement.
"Man In Gold and I will go out for now and check the more immediate area for others; once we know what we are dealing with we can formulate the next strategy" Man In Blue explained
"Me too; I need clearer pictures of what the island's geography is like. From what I can make sense of, we are a nearly perfect circular island; with a diameter of 250 miles" Man In White said, "that puts the square miles at around... 785 square miles" he finished.
"So an area slightly bigger than Jacksonville, Florida" Man In Gold observed.
"This alone tells us nothing; we need to know the make up and composition of the island before any major choices can be made" Man In White pointed out.
"I'll stay here for now; probably for the best" Dr. Thompson proposed. But then, everyone heard shouting. "Hello? Criddleton, are you there?"
"That voice; it can only be... Blackson!" Man In Gold said as he began running outside, with some others behind him. Man In Gold came outside, and to his relief, it was another of the Council of 12. "Man In Black; it is good to see you my friend" Man In Gold said as he went and shook his hand.
"Yes; I found myself waking up a few miles from here; luckily I wasn't alone" he said as he indicated Percy Criddleton.
"Son!" Man In Gold said in relief
"Dad!" Percy said as the two embraced.
(Recall; in this canon, this particular Colorfolk never had a Civil war/ war of the shards, meaning there was no Evil Man in Black to kill Man In Gold's wife and kidnap his son. BUT- that doesn't mean Percy Silver isn't completely ruled out; he may find another way to come to be)
"I see some of us have reassembled" Man In Black noted.
"Yes; come, let's get you on the same page" Man In Gold offered.
......
Bronze Mage felt a strange feeling that it was unlikely he would find Percy Silver, but that was not important at the moment- with The General tied up with the outsiders, he turned his attention to figuring out where his top people were. When he turned around though, he saw someone that shouldn't be there.
"You! What are you doing in my tower?!" He said as he raised his arm to cast a spell. The individual, dressed as some sort of scientist, wearing a jacket with a logo that showed a circle with arrows inside of it, suddenly raised a gun, and fired!
"Keep away from me!" the individual said as he fired a bullet at Bronze Mage's head.
"Damn it! Why are bullets faster than spells! I'm de... huh?" Bronze Mage felt the impact of the bullet, but instead of dying, the bullet seemed to dematerialize, and Bronze mage felt "something" leave his head and land on the floor behind him. He turned around and was confused.
"A Ham and cheese sandwich with barbecue chips and... wait a minute, that's something I had for lunch last Wednesday!" Bronze Mage said in amazement.
"Crap! I grabbed the wrong gun!" The man said as he ran away, realizing the Lunch Gun wasn't going to help him here
(NOTE: Look up SCP 3118 to understand what just happened)
"Get back here! You have some nerve trespassing on the sacred land of the horned one!" Bronze Mage called out as he gave chase through Diablo Tower.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 13, 2021 0:47:23 GMT -5
On the southern edge of the Island, the SCP Foundation had set up a temporary base of operations. As the highest-ranking member of the organization on the island, Kain Pathos Crow, talented scientist and also a dog, took command of the situation.
"We've got at least 30 anomalies running around uncontained in this pocket dimension. I've already sent some of our Mobile Task Forces out to track them down. The science personnel will stay with me and try to figure out a way out of here. Everyone else watch our backs."
"Sir, what if we left some of the more dangerous anomalies here when we figure out a way back?"
"That plan assumes we can even get out of here."
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As Woman In Gold ran, she tripped over a railroad track.
"What's this doing here?" She asked. "Oh well, no time to dwell on it."
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At the north end of the island, a small rowboat had come ashore. "Where the devil are we?" asked one of the men inside. "We were in our quarters sleeping not half an hour ago?"
"I don't remember much..." Said another man. "I was asleep one minute and here the next."
"I hope we're not too far off course. I have a schedule to keep." The first man said. "Passepartout? Get me a compass and a sextant from my bag if you can. I need to figure out how far off course we are."
The third man in the boat began rummaging through his bags looking for the compass and sextant requested. The woman that was accompanying them, however, was looking inland. She saw smoke rising above the trees, and pointed it out to the first man.
"Ah, good eye, Aouda. Fix, my good man, how far off do you think the source of that smoke is?"
The second man stepped over and shaded his eyes. "About a half-mile inland, no more."
The first man nodded. "Very well. I suppose whoever started that fire will know where we are and can point us towards San Fransisco. Hopefully this little diversion hasn't cost us too much time."
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The source of the fire was another group of VEC members. Inferno had started a fire to keep Chessmaster, Vivian Bloodsphere, and Mindreader warm.
"None of my teleportation magic is working." Vivian complained. "Whatever this place is, it's not letting us out."
"Could this be a prison? Maybe this is what the inside of a tesseract is like?" Chessmaster asked.
"No, I don't think this is a tesseract. An ufttfsbdu, maybe?" Vivian mused.
"Wow, that's a deep cut. Nice deep lore reference." Said a mysterious voice. A strange figure covered in shimmering yellow goo emerged from the trees towards them.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Mindreader asked. His mindreading powers weren't working on this... thing, whatever it might be.
"It's a long story, and your brains can't comprehend it fully. For now, you may call me the Schnoz."
"The- the Schnoz? Like the slang for nose? Do you even have a nose?" Mindreader asked incredulously.
"I'm not going to answer that." The Schnoz laughed in an echoing, inhuman voice. "All you need to know is that if you want to get out of here alive, I'm the best hope you have... mwahahaha!"
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 13, 2021 22:40:02 GMT -5
In the city quadrant, a mage was walking around, trying to make sense of everything that was around him. It was strange that for a city as built up as this one, there was no one around; apart from the occasional individual who ran off before he could make contact with them.
At last, he found someone in an abandoned Staples, wandering around almost aimlessly. The mage sighed and walked up to him. The young adult male appeared Caucasian, but his demeanor indicated that he seemed more confused than he was lost. "Excuse me, are you in the same situation as me?" The mage asked.
"What? Who are you? For that matter where am I? What is this place?" The man replied.
"I am just as confused as you are. I was hoping at least one of my friends would come along with me but it seems I'm alone; care to help me?"
"Help you how? And at any rate, where am I? What is this place?" The man asked again.
"My best guess is that its some sort of pocket dimension; the exact nature of which I can't pin down since its not my specialty" the mage explained.
"A pocket dimension, what is that?" the man asked.
"There's no time to explain; if I'm going to find the other members of my faction, I need to know if you can help me" the mage said, now beginning to lose some patience.
"How can I help you? For that matter, where am I? What is this place?" The man asked, as if he was on some sort of loop.
"Why do you keep asking the same ques-" The mage began, before he was cut off by himself, as he saw the tatoo on the man's right calf, "Mr. Forgetful, from Little Misters ® by Dr. Wondertainment" stuck out to him. The mage sighed, "Oh, so that's it" he said, before realizing he was in a Staples, so he went around and got a notebook and a pen.
"Ok, write down what I'm about to tell you" the mage said.
"all right" Mr. Forgetful said as he held the notebook.
"My name is Fark Devonshire, and I am a powerful mage searching for my fellow mages of the Guild of Damoni. You are apparently known as Mr. Forgetful. I think we are in a pocket dimension, and I am wondering if anyone else I know, such as Bronze Mage or Man In Blue are here as well"
A few seconds of scribbling later, Fark was silent for a bit before saying, "Wait... who are you?"
"Well, I'm Mr. Forgetful, and we're in a pocket dimension" Mr. Forgetful explained.
"A What? For that matter, who am I?" Fark asked, now becoming confused
"Your... name is Fark. You are looking for your friends, or Man In Blue, or..."
"Who? What's a Man In Blue? Where am I?" Fark asked, as he began to panic
"You're a powerful mage of the Guild of Damoni and..." Mr. Forgetful began
"I'm a mage? What's a Damoni? Where am I?!" Fark said, now sweating nervously. Fark wasn't dead, but he had succumbed to the anomalous effects of SCP 909, so now we focus our narrative back to another party.
.........
Man In Blue was overcome with a strange feeling as he felt a strange sense of joy.
"What's up, Daniel?" Man In White asked
"Nothing, just... I feel as though the universe has taken care of someone who could have very much been a thorn in my side" Man In Blue observed. His group had been walking around for a couple hours now and had only just encountered the first major thing in their journey. They had traveled a number of miles from the Great Hall, only to encounter what appeared to be some sort of... race track. The loop itself must have been at least 4-5 miles long, but it's curves and jumps were unlike anything they had seen before; certainly not anything for go-carts or NASCAR.
They inched closer and closer, until they could see what they were looking at. The assembled group looked confused.
There were 12 racers, in what appeared to be very strange looking go-carts. In one was a short man in a red shirt and blue overalls, who had a big nose and mustache. In another cart was a taller, thinner man with a green shirt and blue overalls, who also had a mustache. In two other carts were what looked like baby versions of these two individuals. In the fifth cart was a gorilla wearing a tie and in the sixth cart was what looked like a blonde haired princess in a pink dress. In the seventh cart was what looked like a little person with a mushroom on his head and in the eighth cart was a big... thing with a spiky green turtle shell on its back. In the ninth cart was another person, this one in a yellow shirt with purple overalls, and in the tenth cart was a tall, thin person with a purple shirt and blue overalls. In the eleventh cart was what looked like a green dinosaur-like creature and in the twelfth cart was what looked like another princess, but this one had brunette hair and was wearing yellow.
"What the? What is this?" Man In White asked as he tried to understand the situation. But then, the assembled group started their engines and... the race was on!
"Why are there boxes with question marks on the field?" Man In Blue asked in confusion. No one had to explain anything though as three of the boxes were suddenly hit by racers.
The driver in the red shirt dropped a banana peel behind his cart, causing the brunette haired princess to spin out of control and come to a stop, before she tried to speed up an an resume the race.
The gorilla with the tie fired what looked like a red turtle shell at the green dinosaur, causing him to come to a stop as the gorilla overtook him; the green dinosaur soon picked up speed and was at it again.
Then, the baby version of the racer with the green shirt grew to an enormous size, flattening other racers as it went to first place. The other racers, shockingly, sprang back up, recovered, and continued racing.
"What... what are we watching?" Man In Gold asked, confused.
"Whatever it is... looks kinda fun, actually" Man In Blue admitted. But then... every racer except the blonde haired princess was struck by lightning, temporarily incapacitating them, and allowing her to reach near the front of the pack before all the racers resumed racing as if nothing happened.
"How is no one dead yet?" Man In White asked in confusion.
"Plot armor?" Man In Blue proposed with a shrug
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 14, 2021 0:56:47 GMT -5
The group watched the racers as they disappeared over the hill.
"Well, that was weird." Man In White said.
Suddenly, the group heard a sound coming from around the hill, and another race car appeared. This car was purple and pointy, with what appeared to be several rocket engines strapped to it. The number "00" was painted in red on the side of it. The car skidded to a stop and the driver, a strange man in a purple suit with a goofy red hat, got out. He was accompanied by a small dog.
"Alright, Muttley, we're pretty far ahead... let's take our opportunity to lay a trap for the other racers!"
"Wait, is that a second race happening on the same racetrack?" Man In Gold asked.
"If that guy is so far ahead, wouldn't it be better for him to keep going instead of stopping to cheat? He could win legitimately." Man In White pointed out.
"And why is his sidekick a dog?" Man In Blue asked.
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Fark was curled up in a fetal position in the Staples, his memories gone. Suddenly, all at once, it came back to him.
"I have to make contact with my organization! I need to figure out of it's the Guild of Death or Guild of Damoni in this continuity." Fark said. "I wonder what deactivated that forgetting magic."
"That would be me, pathetic biped."
Fark looked up to see a hole in the ceiling of the staples, and a massive orange creature floating overhead. The creature was a massive round sphere, maybe 10 feet in diameter, with most of its face taken up by its mouth and one giant eye. Ten smaller eyes on eyestalks floated above the creature.
"Oh crap, it's that D&D thing..." Fark scrambled to his feet and ran.
"Ok... each of its small eyes has a different ray, and the center eye has an anti-magic cone..." He muttered to himself. "If only I'd paid more attention when Zima tried to get us to play D&D."
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At Diablo tower, the Star Trek folks were still trying to make heads or tails of The General, while the Bronze Mage plotted his next move. The Lunch Gun man was watching, hidden behind a chest of drawers.
"I will summon versions of myself from other canons to consult on what to do."
The Bronze Mage waved his staff, and another version of himself appeared. This version was glowing with bronze energy, levitated a few inches off the ground, and had a vacant expression.
"Praise the Horned One..." it chanted over and over.
"Well, it's comforting that I attain enlightenment in at least one continuity, but I don't think enlightened me will be much help."
The Bronze Mage waved his staff and a different version of him appeared. This one was ghostly and appeared in a set of old-fashioned colorfolk robes.
"Evildoer! What are you doing holding the sacred weapon of my bloodline! I am a Colorfolk Ancestor, and I will not tolerate this!"
"Ew, good me." The Bronze Mage waved his staff again and a new him took his place. This one was the 3WSR version of the Bronze Mage, by far the most complicated and developed version of the character, and arguably the most powerful. Unfortunately, due to the fact that the 3WSR canon has been stuck in the same place for about 3 years, this Bronze Mage was a brain in a jar who couldn't be much help.
The next one was somehow worse- a giant diesel locomotive, covered in Bronze paint, with a fleshy face on one end. "Soon, I shall biff all the Pramaloxy tankers on Sodor, and then the railway will be mine!"
"What? A canon where I turn into a giant talking train? That's so dumb I don't even know where to start." The Bronze Mage laughed and swiped this version away too. Before he could summon the next version, a noise distracted him. It was Lunch Gun Man, hiding behind the shelf.
"Ah, hello there, little one!" The Bronze Mage laughed. Lunch Gun Man panicked. He needed to do something, and fast.
"Let's see how you react to a little lightn-"
In the blink of an eye the room shifted. Lunch Gun Man found himself in a different room of Diablo Tower.
"Oh thank goodness that worked." Said a voice. "Are you hurt, mister?"
"I'm okay." The room was dim, but Lunch Gun Man could make out a few figures- one tall and gangly, with a pumpkin for a head- a few young girls, no older than ten- is that a lion!?
One of the girls approached him. "I'm Dorothy Gale, and these are my friends from Oz. I know you're prolly wond'rin' what's goin' on, and we ain't sure either, but we know you're good, and we're good too. Ozma thinks you can help."
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 14, 2021 22:11:37 GMT -5
The researcher was not sure what to make of the whole situation; but then again nothing made sense since he had gotten here, so it was for the best that he probably "just go with it" for now. "Ok; I suppose I can help" he said in response.
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Man In Blue's group observed the strange man and dog as they appeared to get together a bunch of boulders on top of a cliff that overlooked the track, with a giant band of some sort between two poles. The strange man laughed then said "when I cut the rope holding this band, the boulders will fall and block the track, preventing the racers from even finishing" he declared as his dog laughed
"Is it just me or does he sound like Gargamel from the old Smurf cartoons?" Man In Blue asked, but the others shushed him
He started cutting as a disembodied voice started speaking:
"And here come the racers! Leading the pack is Peter Perfect in the Turbo terrific, followed by Rufus Ruffcut and Saw Tooth in the Buzz wagon!"
"Wait, where is that voice coming from?" Man In Gold asked, before he was shushed too.
"following him is Sergeant Blast and Private Meekly in the Army surplus special, and behind them is the Ant Hill Mob in the Bulletproof Bomb! Next up is Professor Pat Pending in the Convert A Car, followed by Penelope Pitstop in the Compact Pussycat!"
"Wait, the compact WHAT?" Man In Blue said in shock before he was shushed.
"That's not what they mean and you know it" Man In White pointed out.
"Behind her is the Boulder mobile with the Slag brothers, and coming up behind them is the Creepy Coupe with the Gruesome Twosome, with The Red Max in his Crimson Haybaler in hot pursuit! And bringing up the rear is Lazy Luke and Blubber Bear in the Arkansas Chuggabug. The racers are coming up on the next bend, and its still anyone's race!"
"Here they come Muttley! Cut the rope!" The strange man said as they two of them began cutting the ropes and the band fell! But... the boulders didn't even move an inch, and the racers just sped on past the cliff!"
"Drat! Drat! And Double Drat! Muttley! This is all your fault!" The strange man said.
"And it looks like Dick Dastardly has been foiled again!" The announcer said.
"What kind of name is Dick Dastardly?" Man In Red asked
"He just broke physics and THAT'S what you're questioning?" Man In White pointed out.
"Now that I think about it, I think he sounds more like Sam-I-Am from that old animated Dr. Seuss special" Man In Blue observed.
"Has ANYONE figured out where that voice is coming from?" Man In Gold asked as he kept looking in different directions.
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In an apartment building, in the first floor's general assembly area 5'5" young man with brown hair and about his mid twenties was hard at work. He seemed to be pacing about holding a list as he reviewed what was on it. Then he looked up at the 11 people assembled in makeshift auditorium. The strange thing though was how they all looked like variations of the same person.
"Ok, let's see here. we've got..." and he looked up, using the numbers tattooed on the back of the left hands as reference to the list.
"From top to bottom, I have:
No. 3 - Silver Toz" and he looked at a Toz who was physically appeared normal, just that her clothes and skin were a monochrome metallic silver color
"No. 4 - Gold Toz" and this Toz was identical to Toz3, except her clothes and skin were a monochrome metallic gold color
"No. 8 - Firefighter Toz" and this Toz was normal in appearance, just that he was wearing firefighter gear and holding an axe
"No. 14 - Farmer Toz" and Frank looked at Toz14- who was wearing overalls and holding a pitchfork
"No. 19 - Cat Toz" and Frank looked at a Toz who was wearing a mascot cat costume, but her normal face was visible
"No. 25 - Umbrella Toz" and Frank looked at a Toz who was holding an open umbrella
"No. 27 - The Wonderful Wizard of Toz" and Frank looked at a Toz who was wearing cliché mage ropes and a pointed hat
"No. 31 - Tozzie Bear" And Frank looked at a Toz in a Bear costume, though the normal face was visible
"No. 45 - Coffee Toz" And Frank looked at a normal looking Toz who was drinking a cup of Seattle's finest.
"No. 53 - Art Toz" And Frank looked at a Toz who was wearing an artist smock that was covered in paint
"No. 70 - Fancy Toz" and Frank looked at a Toz who was wearing formal wear.
He looked up and got their collective attention, "Ok, so whichever one of you is the real Toz, please stand up" Frank asked.
The eleven talked amongst themselves for a bit before collectively saying, "We don't know"
Frank facepalmed, "great; first I'm stuck in an interdimensional dumping ground, and when I go and try to find the others, it turns out there isn't just one Toz!" He said to himself before sighing, "seems if I have any hope of finding Toz, I gotta find the 76 Tozzes on this list. Let's see, we have Cyborg Toz, Happy Toz, Bronze Toz and... Banana Peel Toz?" Frank said to himself in disbelief.
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Post by Toz76 on Jul 15, 2021 1:05:30 GMT -5
As Woman In Gold ran, she found herself at a gas station. Not just any gas station, either. The gas station proudly advertised itself as a Chevron.
"Finally, civilization. Hopefully the people inside can give me an idea of where I am."
The door to the gas station convenience store was unlocked and the lights were on, but the building was empty. Based on the dust covering the shelves, it had been abandoned for a couple days. At least the power was still on, so Woman In Gold helped herself to some chips and a Monster, leaving a twenty-dollar bill on the counter for the absent owners.
As she stepped back outside, she saw a car approaching in the distance. It was a green off-roader, absolutely caked in mud. As it grew closer, though, Woman In Gold realized that in place of its headlights was a pair of eyes, and a big toothy grin where the bumper should be.
"Oh god... my uncle collects these things... I dunno if I'm from a canon where talking vehicles are normal or not, but this is definitely not what I'm used to."
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Kain Pathos Crow was overseeing the work of the Foundation down on the beach when a researcher ran up to him. "Sir, we've picked up a whole bunch of anomalies on this island that our organization has never catalogued before!"
He displayed some grainy videos to the dog. In one, a massive ape in a go-kart turned into a missile with a face. In another, a man in a red shirt collapsed to the ground, and a man in a blue shirt scanned him with a strange futuristic device and declared simply, "he's dead, Jim". In the final video, a scarecrow walked down a street arm in arm with a girl made entirely out of patchwork.
"I can't make heads or tails of any of this. It feels like a whole bunch of stuff has just been randomly dropped here- what's the pattern?"
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Chessmaster, Mindreader, Vivian, and Inferno followed the Schnoz deeper into the forest. Inferno was a bit concerned that he hadn't had the chance to put out the campfire before they left.
"I think we should go back and put out the campfire."
"Silence, mortal!" The Schnoz snapped. "Do not trifle with me."
Suddenly, a massive brown bear wearing a hat walked up to the group. "Excuse me, friends, but the young man in the red is right! An unattended campfire may seem like a small thing, but it can lead to a biiiiiiiiiiiig problem! Remember, only you can prevent forest-"
A tentacle of yellow energy shot out of the Schnoz's hand and speared the bear straight through the heart.
"Ah, my god! You monster! I'm trying to some good in the world! I have a wife, and kids- do you want this forest to burn down!? I need to..." The bear began choking on his own blood.
"I know this is partially a kids show, but what the f---?" Vivian said. "There's evil, like us, and then there's just needlessly cruel."
"If you wish not to suffer the same fate as this bear, you will stop questioning me and follow me as I commanded." the Schnoz ordered.
Everyone was too nervous to protest.
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When the main characters of the beloved French Novel Around the World in Eighty Days reached the campfire, a small brushfire had sprung up around the campsite.
"My god! Passepartout, Fix, help me stop the flames!" Phileas Fogg exclaimed. "If only there had been someone here to warn us about the potential dangers of forest fires!
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 16, 2021 21:46:32 GMT -5
As the “sun” began to set on the realm, the glow of the forest fire was clear against the darkness; but fortunately because the forest was not “dry” it was not spreading very fast. On the other side of the fire, a group of 400 mages had manifested
50 mages in red robes; fire mages 50 mages in dark blue robes; water mages 50 mages in brown or green robes; earth mages 50 mages in whiteish gray robes; air mages 50 mages in light blue robes; ice mages 50 mages in black or crimson robes; dark mages 50 mages in golden or yellow robes; light mages 50 mages in orange robes; lightning mages
They weren’t just any mages; they were mages of Ordos who had stopped the Great Fire of 827; or at least, most of them were.
“My goodness! We are here less than a day and already a task is before us” the lead earth mage said
“We shall do what we did before, just like 2 years ago” the lead ice mage said
“Then let us proceed; all factions, let’s put out that fire!” The lead ice mage said.
The ice and water mages charged to deal with the fire directly. The air mages began manipulating the wind in such a way that it would not spread the fire. The fire mages looked for dry spots and used controlled burns to eliminate them, with the earth mages assisting by smothering the fires before they got out of hand. The light mages went on standby to heal anyone who got injured. The lightning mages conjured ball lightning and raised them into the air; using patterns and formations of these ball lightnings to indicate cardinal directions and any important points of reference.
The dark mages stood where they were for a bit, before someone proposed “perhaps we can cut down trees and create breaks to stop the spread? But unlike last time we only cut down one tree at a time per mage?”
“Works for me; let’s show them dark magic isn’t only destruction!” The lead ordered as they proceeded to set up spells involving using dark energy blasts to cut down trees.
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Man In Blue’s group had settled in a camp for the night; far enough away from the forest fire that they didn’t really see it. After setting up their perception filter to cover the area, they gathered around a fire as Man In White scanned the island with his helmet.
“I see; so there seems to be a base with the same logo as that SCP fellow we friended. The very southern end, closer to the coast so it’s more beach like than desert like in its immediate vicinity”
“Are you saying we should head that way?” Man in blue asked.
“No; don’t want to chance that desert. I wonder if that northern city sector is our best bet” Man In White observed.
“Perhaps; but I am concerned about who else may be on this island; at this point, it looks like anyone could be fair game” Man In Red thought; and boy was he right.
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Fark continued his walk throughout the city, now more hesitant to approach others after his encounter with SCP 909. But unfortunately for Fark, the next being he encountered was not of his choice; but rather, of the one who approached him.
“You there! Prepare to meet your doom!” A voice said. Fark looked around, but saw no one. “Down here, vile giant!” Fark looked down and saw some sort of robot or machine, about 1 meter tall. “Fear me! For I am the master of doom! Tremble before my awesome might!” The machine said again.
“I’m sorry?” Fark asked in confusion.
“You heard me! I am the herald of your destruction! Your time is over, for I am your grim reaper!” The little robot said, attempting an intimidating pose.
“Are you for real?” Fark asked in disbelief.
“Taste my terror! Feel my wrath!” The little robot said as it charged Fark and proceeded to repeatedly punch Fark in the left leg; causing an annoyance, but no real harm to Fark.
“Ugh, what a pesterbot!” Fark muttered to himself. Little did he know, “pesterbot” was what just about everyone in its dimension called SCP 1370
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Post by frankthetriviaman on Jul 25, 2021 21:20:01 GMT -5
Night fell, and almost all parties on the island went to sleep, with few exceptions.
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DAY ONE
Man In Blue's party, consisting of himself, Man In White, Man In Red, and Man In Gold at the moment, awoke to a strange sight just outside their perception filter... 3 buildings, none of whom had been there when they went to sleep, had spontaneously appeared in various spots throughout the grassland; making things even stranger, none of the buildings were consistent in appearance; one of them was a castle, while another looked like an office building of some kind.
"Whatever is going on here... the forces in question seem really adamant on populating this dimension" Man In Blue observed.
"We'd better get moving towards the city sector; I'm detecting Colorfolk in this direction and we must bring them to the Great Hall" Man In White explained.
"Right" everyone said together, as the filter was deactivated, the group proceeded North, until they encountered the first life forms that day.
The three appeared humanoid, but were very well built, wearing some sort of gray armor, with long hair and beards, and strange folds on their foreheads. But they could not make heads or tails of the blades they were wielding. But the Colormen couldn't make heads or tails out of their weapons. They seemed almost crescent moon shaped, but had characteristics of scimitars. The three warriors took aggressive stances as they looked at the four. The center then began talking in an incomprehensible language as he pointed at them.
"I don't know what's going on, but something tells me they don't want to exchange pleasantries" Man In Red observed.
"Don't escalate this battle more than necessary; let's save magic for only if necessary" Man In White said as the others nodded. But Man In Gold was utterly shocked. "Guys... this situation is way weirder than you think. As in, everything is starting to come together now" Man In Gold said.
"What do you mean?" Man In Blue asked.
"Those weapons are Bat'leths, which means... Klingons" he said in shock. "But... but those were just characters! Unless... is it possible, every fictional universe we know, is in fact real life in another universe?" he speculated
Man In Blue stopped to think, "Those racers... Mario Kart! And... Wacky Races... and now this? Damn it, I knew I should've watched Star..." Man In Blue was cut off as the center gave off a battle cry and the three prepared for battle.
"They may be aggressive but they are still honorable warriors! But their anatomy may be an issue..." Man In Gold realized as he summoned his spear, Man In Blue readied his sword along with Man In Red, and Man In White prepared light magic. Their first fight was about to begin.
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In the city, Frank looked tired and disheveled; he had been up all night scouring the city for other Tozzes. He looked at his list, "From top to bottom, I have:
"No. 2 - Bronze Toz" and he looked at the Toz who was physically normal, but with skin and clothes in a monochrome bronze color
"No. 3 - Silver Toz"
"No. 4 - Gold Toz"
"No. 6 - Grill Toz" and he looked at a Toz wearing an apron and holding a spatula, looking like she had recently cooked over a charcoal barbecue
"No. 8 - Firefighter Toz"
"No. 10 - Scientist Toz" and he looked at a normal appearing Toz wearing a lab coat
"No. 12 - Tiny Toz" and he looked at a Toz that appearance wise was perfectly normal, just she was only 12" tall
"No. 13 - Big Toz" and he looked at a Toz that was perfectly normal appearance wise, just that she was 8 feet tall
"No. 14 - Farmer Toz"
"No. 19 - Cat Toz"
"No. 25 - Umbrella Toz"
"No. 27 - The Wonderful Wizard of Toz"
"No. 28 - The Tozinator" and he looked at a Toz that was basically clad in sunglasses and a leather jacket as if she was The Terminator
"No. 29 - Tozenstein" and he looked at a Toz that was basically if Toz was Frankenstein's Monster
"No. 30 - Tozombie" and he looked at a Toz that was basically if Toz were a zombie... fortunately this Zombie was the kind of Zombie that retained human intelligence and was basically the whole "limbs and head occasionally fall off causing inconvenience" shtick; in face No. 30 was currently in the process of trying to put her right leg back on
"No. 31 - Tozzie Bear"
"No. 36 - Genius Toz" and he looked at a Toz that was reading a quantum physics book
"No. 39 - Schnoz Toz" and he looked at a Toz that had a nose substantially bigger than normal
"No. 45 - Coffee Toz"
"No. 50 - Tozmanian Devil" and he looked at a Toz that was wearing the costume of a famous Looney Tunes character
"No. 53 - Art Toz"
"No. 60 - Beach Toz" and he looked at a Toz that was wearing typical beach attire
"No. 65 - Goth Toz" and he looked at a Toz that was wearing typical Goth attire
"No. 66 - Emo Toz" and he looked at a Toz that was wearing typical Emo attire
"No. 70 - Fancy Toz"
Now panting, Frank said to the assembled 25, "Ok, now is it clearer who is the real Toz?" Frank said, the lack of sleep making it hard to stay awake.
"It is not that simple" Genius Toz said as she closed her book. "You see... you must collect all 75 Tozzes to rescue the Toz you know; your friend, Toz76" The Genius Toz said
"So... is this one of those "complete the tedious side quest to unlock the true ending" deals?" Frank asked, confused.
"More like "only the combined power of the 75 who came before can rescue the 76th" deals" Genius Toz said. Frank's eye's went wide both at the fact that he had to find 50 more Tozzes just to find the true Toz... and the fact he was now stuck with the most boring sub plot of this story
"Fine, but I'm not doing any more searching until tomorrow... I just gotta..." and Frank passed out cold.
"Oh no! If only Doctor Toz was here!" Tozombie said in shock
"Oh relax, it's nothing to lose your head over" Big Toz said as she did a slap on the shoulder of Tozombie... only for Tozombie to lose her head from the force of the slap.
"Oops, sorry" Big Toz said in embarrassment
"At least Comedian Toz isn't here to rub it in" Tozombie said as her body bent down and tried to find the head
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In the city, a skyscraper with a big A had appeared overnight, and within was a lone person. He was holding his mask in one hand, walking around the building. His red and blue suit had a spider emblem in the chest area.
"Calm down Peter... you already know you're not in Manhattan anymore... you just gotta find the others" he thought to himself. "Mr. Stark? Dr. Banner? Anyone?" He said, before realization hit, "I should find Dr. Strange; this seems like something up his alley" he concluded.
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