ElijahRyne
A Hermit that’s NOT that Lazy, currentlycomplainen
- Joined
- Aug 12, 2021
- Messages
- 1,840
- Points
- 153
Rules: Write about the aftermath of the Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny. Here is mine:
——————
All surviving civilians were evacuated after Superman and Godzilla clashed. People, buildings, cars, all were nothing in front of their particle beams. Their fight had spread throughout the whole of the Tristate area. Both of them eventually died, but the chaos did not stop.
Good guys, Bad guys, their bodies litter the ruined streets and buildings. Mr. Rogers looked at the surrounding carnage when he saw someone move. He hurriedly rushed over, as a conflicted feeling arose in his heart. Instinctively he knew that this was the battle field one misstep and a villain may inflict their twisted rule, yet in his heart he felt anxious for the wounded contestant. Slowly he moved twords them. He checked their pulse before administering first aid. Their injuries were too serious though, this aid would only slightly prolong their life. As he was about to leave, he heard a faint voice.
”Did I lose?” They asked. Mr. Rogers sighed before responding. “Yes, but I'm proud of you. You came in second, but what you did was the best you had ever done.”He heared faint sobbing before continuing. He tried to seem confident, yet his voice trembled. "In a way, you’ve already won in this world because you’re the only one who can be you."
Mr. Rogers didn’t know if that was enough, but the sobbing seemed to fade away. This fight had raged on for a century. Many lives were claimed, but eventually the champion stood, Mr. Rogers, in his bloodstained sweater. It was the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, a deadly fight over the destiny of the world
——————
All surviving civilians were evacuated after Superman and Godzilla clashed. People, buildings, cars, all were nothing in front of their particle beams. Their fight had spread throughout the whole of the Tristate area. Both of them eventually died, but the chaos did not stop.
Good guys, Bad guys, their bodies litter the ruined streets and buildings. Mr. Rogers looked at the surrounding carnage when he saw someone move. He hurriedly rushed over, as a conflicted feeling arose in his heart. Instinctively he knew that this was the battle field one misstep and a villain may inflict their twisted rule, yet in his heart he felt anxious for the wounded contestant. Slowly he moved twords them. He checked their pulse before administering first aid. Their injuries were too serious though, this aid would only slightly prolong their life. As he was about to leave, he heard a faint voice.
”Did I lose?” They asked. Mr. Rogers sighed before responding. “Yes, but I'm proud of you. You came in second, but what you did was the best you had ever done.”He heared faint sobbing before continuing. He tried to seem confident, yet his voice trembled. "In a way, you’ve already won in this world because you’re the only one who can be you."
Mr. Rogers didn’t know if that was enough, but the sobbing seemed to fade away. This fight had raged on for a century. Many lives were claimed, but eventually the champion stood, Mr. Rogers, in his bloodstained sweater. It was the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny, a deadly fight over the destiny of the world