Orbs of various colors and sizes floated in concentric circles around the vast expanse of the Arena. Their surfaces glistened in the sun while clouds of smoke whirled inside, briefly exposing a hand or a foot. Some orbs were large, others were small; some were vibrant colors, others were dull.The orbs bent the light from the large orange star floating in the distance, presumably the sun, into an array of technicolor shadows accenting the flawless marble that lined the floor. Gold lined the top of the inner wall of the Arena, separating the marble floors from the obsidian stands creating a beautiful dichotomy of white and black.
Planets, comets, and other celestial denizens moved smoothly high above the Arena, yet the orange star never moved. Electric blue lines sharply divided the obsidian rock surronding the marble creating soft pathways with flush seats for spectators, if there were any, to sit down. Behind the seats and the walkways and beyond the marble floors water streamed down into a resevoir encompassing the entirety of the Arena. The water sparkled brilliantely, breathing a soft mist over the obsidian stands. Bows of multicolored light often formed from the unique interaction between the mist and the star's light.
It was truly a spectacular site.
Then, all at once, the orbs stopped floating. They glimmered and then fell to the marble stage. Their colored smoke dissipated, their shiny exteriors dissolved revealing several humanoid figures. Instantly the figures began to move, quickly turning their heads, shuffling their feet and spacing themselves from one another. At this moment, a large floating hand appeared and snapped its figures, freezing everything - the soon to be combatants, the water, the planets, and the comets.
"Good morning and welcome to the Arena... I am your host... the Master Hand.
You all are probably thinking of some questions such as 'Why am I here?', 'What are you?', 'What is this place?', and my personal favorite, 'How can I escape?'.
To be succint, there is no escape."
Their pupils shrank.
"All 12 of you have been selected for your fighting prowess and incredible strength in the face of danger. I have observed each one of you over the course of several years and as a result I have plucked you from your own universe for one purpose - to fight. These fights will determine which one of you is truly the strongest, most resilient fighter and will be crowned as Champion. Prestige, honor, glory, and most importantly of all, power, await the victor of this battle. Be the victor. Claim your spoils. Retain your
And for the losers? What do they earn by their failure? A life time as my own personal trophies. No longer living by any sense of the word, but not dead. Purgatory of sorts existing in a single pose until the end of time. Just a little motivation to ensure that you all actively ... seek to win."
Their breath became shallow.
"As a precaution to save the sanctity of this competition to guarantee that you all will indeed fight, I have corrupted some of your comrades. They are no longer the heros of their universe, the saviors of the day. No... they are steeped in darkness. Their former allegiances, alliances, and pacts have been nullified. Their dark hearts and dark minds have no room for remorse or compassion and anyone foolish enough to seek shelter with these people will only meet a cruel and untimely end. Their sole purpose - to survive through whatever means possible - is the engine that powers this game.
As a word of warning to you all, trust no one.
And now, let the game begin.
3...
2...
1...
GO!"
---
1. Seanald
2. pieceofpecanpie
3. Keybladewielder
4. StubbsKVM
5.
6. Kthxbye
7.
8.
9. Darthe
10. DCLXVI
11. Andrius
12. FakeGod