(at the battlefield...)
Blake stands proud with SatelLight, waiting for their opponent to show up. As a crowd of spectators begin to develop, he becomes uneasy, unsure where his opponent will come from. Blake sent out an open invitation to any competitor for a staring contest, after all. It could be anyone.
Suddenly, a hush comes over the crowd, and it became quickly apparent they knew something Blake didn't. Frantically, he looked around the audience, trying to pick the mystery opponent out, but could not find one.
A shadow creeps behind Blake and SatelLight. At first, it started small, pushing along the street, but soon it nearly blocked out the three of the four suns on Alternae. Blake quickly spun around to meet his opponent.
It was Monoslab. Game over.
(at the cemetary...)
“Oh, Danny-Boy,” a Lesser Evil technician sings, somberly, off the memorial program. “The pipes, the pipes are calling. From glen to glen...”
A giant box laid half-submerged into the earth. Both good and evil, man and monster, came to pay their respects to the last bits of scrap metal that was once MechaAxel. Even, Axel the Mutated Shark was there, despite being the target of a million and a half attacks to end his life. After the song, Axel stood to share a few words.
“So long. Farewell,” he begins, but the box at the center of the memorial begins to rattle.
It rattles more, causing Axel to pause his poem, and to stare at the box. He throws a glance at Lesser Evil, who appears to look completely shocked and guilt-free of this strangeness. Axel brings his attention back to the box to see a skeletal fist punch through the top of it.
“Oh, no,” members of Lesser Evil grumble, backing away. “It's ….back!”
The wooden door is thrown off the box and rising from the metal bits is some sort of undead abomination, running on it's on hatred and volition. It drags itself up from the grave. Lesser Evil trembles and fear and begins to flee the scene. The shark zombie sees this and begins to attack them, lumbering at them and devouring them whole. Their bones snap and crunch in his teeth.
He lumbers over towards Axel, who stands firm and unflinching. The zombie lets out a loud roar, looking straight into his old rival's eyes. Axel stares back and sees something wild and maniacal in the skull. He braces for an attack, but it doesn't happen.... yet. Instead, the zombie shuffles away, looking for more prey.
Axel pursues him, but in a gust of fog, the zombie is gone, leaving Axel alone with a crowd of crying Lesser Evil members.
(at town hall...)
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen,” Mayor Mack Mayor greets. “I know it's quite cold out and I gave you all such little notice about this meeting, but I have to address this situation. As you know, we just completed the tournament to crown a King of the Monster, however, now we are looking at having two. We must settle this, as quick as possible.”
“So soon? Why?” one citizen shouts.
“What's wrong with two Kings?” chimes in another.
“One at a time, please,” the mayor suggest, trying to keep order.
“The heroes are tired and sore from the tournament!” an angry man shouts, coming to his feet. “And The Mighty Mjaeder JUST returned from injury. We have nothing to gain and everything to lose to have him and Citius battle. We're just thinning our defenses for entertainment purposes!”
“Well,” the mayor replies. “That's been the goal from the very beginning...”
The citizens in attendance pause in silence, shocked from what they heard.
“That's right. You heard me right,” the mayor continues. His face begins to independently move strangely. Then, to the shock of everyone, his face opens up like a metallic medicine cabinet, revealing his true form: a robot. “You have no one to blame but yourselves too! You bought the tournament, hook, line, and sinker! Citius almost sniffed it out. He began to ask why we had to force them to battle, but you blood-thirsty humans demanded it. He put that thought in the back of his head and know you all defenseless to the tyranny of your true ruler! Yes, Megapwn is back, and he is very close! Maybe he is already killing your heroes... or what's left of them.”
(at the center of the city...)
A panicking city screams and points at the sky. The Mighty Mjaeder and Citius rush to the scene. Coming down is none other than the evil robot tyrant, Megapwn. His enormous metallic body glows purple, and when he lands on the ground, it's noticeable there is something in his hand.
“I warned you about returning here!” The Mighty One shouts, pointing out his hammer.
“I remember that threat well,” Megapwn replies, with a tone that reflects his wondering robotic memory banks. “You promised me a heroic force to stop me from attacking again. Well, where is this army of yours, viking?”
“Enough with your games, Megapwn!” Mjaeder continues, filling his body with rage. “Face my mighy might!”
“I take it you've received the news, then,” Megapwn chuckles back. “Quite the toy that was, indeed. I dressed him up in synthetic skin and cloths. He was the perfect robot double to usher in my master plans. I just had to take care of your existing mayor.”
“Where is he!?” Citius pipes in. “You better of not hurt him!”
“I threw him into outer space,” Megapwn quickly answers, jokingly. “I forget, can these weak and feeble humans breathe in outer space?”
“You monster!” the city golem shouts back.
“Yes, I've also been called a master and ruler too,” laughs back Megapwn. “I've been called many things, and since I've existed since the dawn of time, I assume I should represent all the words in existence. But now, we can add more words to that list. You see, now I have this...”
Megapwn holds out his hand and shows the carbon modulator, a devastating device that allows it's owner to telepathically manipulate the very fabric of the universe.
“Now, I am a King,” Megapwn states, looking down at the glowing device. “But first, allow me to thank you for unlocking it with me. I never thought in a million years this planet or it's people could do that for me, but here I stand now, with the most powerful weapon I've found in the entire cosmos, and I have your efforts to thank. Maybe, because I am so indebted to you, I'll kill you two last.”
“The deepest hells within Nyarlath may have helped you unlock that device, Megapwn,” Mjaeder replies. “But Nyarlath laid defeated under the might of my hammer! So will you ….AGAIN!”
Megapwn let out a loud laugh. “Very well, viking. I refuse to change your mind. You've done everything I've wanted you to do, I would hate to change an atom about you, although, with this device, I could. I could change that hammer into a bouquet of flowers. I could change your cloths into a cute pink ballerina costume, but, again, you've played right into my hands. Why change anything?”
“Ultimate might is immaterial!” Mjaeder yells back. “You won't be able to change that!”
“We'll see about that,” Megapwn says. “All in good time. All in good time, Mjaeder and Citius. Like before, I'll promise you two a fight before everything is settled. Hell, bring that stinky fish too, for all I care. Meanwhile, I heard monsters were running amok through the city, so you two should probably go take care of that. What was I hearing? An undead robot shark monster, was it? How could that be?” Megapwn looks down at his device, cluing the origins of the undeath of MechAxel. “Oh, that's right. I did it. Enjoy him, heroes. Enjoy what time you have left.”
With that last snarky comment, Megapwn lifts off back into the sky, leaving the heroes alone with an unsettling feeling that Megapwn could change the make-up of anything on the planet whenever he liked. Just then, the sounds of screaming people break the silence.
The city is in turmoil. There isn't isn't enough time to rally the troops or to count their heads. It's 'all hands on deck' and Citius and The Mighty Mjaeder don't hesitate to rush into the fray to see what is going on.
