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Sydney Bristow: 3
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Emperor Han: 4
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D-Generation X: 1
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Penguin: 1
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Ava Faulkner: 2

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Aloy (Horizon Zero Dawn): 4
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Lucy (2014 film): 6
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  1. Yes absolutely correct, have enough to extend our community for another year, we'll see where we land after that. The new domain has already been put up and while the servers are not put up to reflect that, I'm just waiting on the image as each day I purchase in advance is a day way lose near the end. I'd like to try and put it online as close to May 2nd as comfortably possible. That said the Gofundme is still up and all funds will go into a side account to put towards the future of CBUB. Let's not say our goodbyes just yet
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  2. Huh, last I checked, the current lease, if it's not renewed, should actually run out in April: So, unless something's changed since Fox made this post, barring someone else taking over right after the fact, we may actually have just over another month. Also, we may want to give IKA a chance at running things, since he's been taking steps to give it a shot.
    5 points
  3. I know I'm sounding like a broken record now, but if you guys wouldn't mind, please click this link and join as many of the pages MagneticFerret is linked to as possible. It will go a long way to making sure I can keep this website going into the future. I'm not a rich guy, I scraped the bottom of the bank accounts to keep the dream alive. I would greatly appreciate it. https://www.twitch.tv/themagneticferret https://discord.gg/tJK84jkW6w https://www.patreon.com/MagneticFerret?fan_landing=true https://www.facebook.com/TheMagneticFerret/ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_Kh23bJGJ2NvcupAISlzlQ
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  4. So, as you all may know by now, the CBUB is either going to shut down, or get transferred over to new ownership in March. In case the site does go into shutdown, I thought I would go ahead and make this topic. Well, I have enjoyed being back on the site. It has been nice seeing old friends again, as well as making new ones. I was glad I was able to work more on my Zombie Power Rangers arc. Sorry to say I won’t be able to finish it. I have enjoyed reading the matches that were made by other writers. The Fantasy Seasons were really good. Happy to see characters that I have added over the years were being used in matches. I am going to miss the CBUB. But who knows, maybe the site will run another year or more. We’ll just see how things go. If this is the end, I would like to say goodbye to everyone. You all are great people. 🙂
    4 points
  5. Hello everyone, I wanted to update all of you about the goings on. CBUB and the Forums - will be switching to MagneticFerret.com in the coming days. MOST of how the site is experienced now will remain the same with only some minimal changes. The Logo will be changed, some rules will be switch up and the website WILL contain targeted ads. Updates to the site will come slow at first while I attempt to learn the code, It has been some time since I fully delved into code and I don't want to make any mistakes that will be a hinderance, so changes will only be made when they are done so with confidence. Everything should be ported over so there should be nothing to worry about things missing. I would like to extend an extra bit of gratitude to Fox as he is allowing the site to live on even though he is retiring from the website, he could have simply closed up shop and taken the site with him. It would have been way easier for him to do that. He is not charging for me to take the site off his hands either so this is only possible due him being completely selfless. All that being said, I will do my best to keep or corner of the net as close as possible to the way we know and love it to be. Please feel free to ask questions below and I will answer them as I know the answer myself! Thanks, IKA
    3 points
  6. I HAVE AWOKEN. I realize this thread and indeed entire subforum is a bit dormant, but I couldn't resist the urge to reach out and see what's shaking with you guys... if any of you remember me at this point, that is! I was so excited and overcome with a wave of nostalgia to see EF back up.
    3 points
  7. Thanks Guys! For Day 1 I'm showing - Carmen Sandiego vs. Harley and Ivy Teletubbies vs. Sesame Street Santa Clause vs. Apokolips LARPERS vs. Kobolds Naughty Bear vs. Tom Nook I haven't been able to print for Day 2 yet so I'll let you guys know
    3 points
  8. To be fair, it took some pretty extraordinary happenings in the world for that to come about. It wasn't a planned thing. People wanted something to do during lockdown. I do think the folks that have been playing around here over the last couple years and participating in the contests have been entertained. And now they are going to take it forward and do whatever they want with it, as I retire once more. Thanks!
    3 points
  9. I didn't know the site was back up!! Damn been nearly 10 years since I was last here, I see some familiar names, hope you all are doing well!
    3 points
  10. Well, that certainly was a close one. Happy to see it. I'll start work on the next one soon.
    3 points
  11. Codpiece would simply blow open the door to the museum and escape while disorienting the police officers using his sonic weapon. He'll punch anyone who gets in his way. He'll rocket them. He's unstoppable. Stilt Man stands no chance.
    3 points
  12. Wait, I won? Well, what do you know? After making four semis and three straight finals, I finally lucked up and won one of these things. 😛 First of all, I want to thank everyone who's competed in these Fantasy Drafts and made good picks and fun, compelling arguments for their characters. Also, thank you for those that had enough faith in my picks and arguments to allow me to get the win this time out. Also, thank you to Movie-Brat to making such a good Draft team that allowed to to make your first Draft final. To be honest, a couple of these match-ups could've gone either way, votes-wise. Definitely nothing for you to be ashamed of, man.
    3 points
  13. This has been one hell of a CBUB debate. Really a good throwdown. I'm siding with Raphael argument. Cass is the physical underdog and fighting out of her weight class. Nothing unusual for her but we are using MMA rules, so I think that favors Raph. Even if slightly.
    3 points
  14. THE BOTTOM LINE The guests of the Iceberg cried out in alarm and amusement as the small frog in the top hat lazily hopped across the dance floor. He made one last leap to reach the bandstand where a jazz combo looked on in confusion. The frog gave a sideways glance to the band, then leapt onto it’s hindlegs and began to strut across the stage. I’m just wild about Harry! And Harry’s wild about me! Oh, I’m just wild about Harry! And he’s just wild about, Cannot do without, He’s just wild about me! Jay, Lark, and Raven ran onto the stage and jumped onto the frog. The audience laughed and applauded as the three ladies scrambled in the pile. “Get him!” shouted Lark. “Ow! That’s me, you klutz!” snarled Raven. “Don’t hurt him! Don’t hurt him!” begged Jay. Penguin climbed the stairs to the stage, his umbrella at the ready, eyes glaring at his fumbling henchwomen. “Stop this foolishness and get me that frog!” When Jay, Lark, and Raven had untangled themselves, they sat on the floor in bewilderment. The frog had disappeared. “Well?” sneered Penguin. “Where is that frog?” The three women stood up, and looked at each other when suddenly they heard… “Rrrrribbit.” Lark glanced around the stage. “Where did that come from?” “It sounded like it was coming from…” Raven’s voice trailed off as she stared at Lark’s bowler. Lark’s eyes widened in fear as she looked up towards her hat. “You mean… it’s under my hat? It’s touching my hair?!” “Remain calm, Lark,” said Penguin as he took aim with his umbrella. “Raven, slowly remove Lark’s hat.” Raven walked behind Lark and took hold of the brim of the bowler. Lark squeezed her eyes tight as Jay hid her face in her hands. Raven lifted the hat off Lark’s head, but the frog wasn’t there. Lark gingerly touched her head and breathed a sigh of relief. “Oh! I would have had warts on my head for the rest of my life!” “Rrrrrribbit.” Raven stood still and pointed at her head as she whispered to Penguin. “Mr. Cobblepot! I can hear it! The frog’s under my hat!” Penguin gestured to Lark, who gulped and reached over with one hand for Raven’s hat. Jay peeked out from behind her hands to see the bowler lifted away to reveal no frog on Raven’s head. Penguin tapped the umbrella on the stage in frustration. “Where is this cursed creature?!” “Rrrrrrribbit.” Penguin, Lark, and Raven slowly turned to face Jay. She smiled sheepishly and waved. “Hi, guys.” Jay turned to run for the stairs but Lark and Raven bolted after her. They grabbed Jay by both arms, lifted her up and carried her back to the stage to the hoots and whistles from the crowd. “Aww come one, guys!” Jay whined, her feet kicking in midair as she struggled to free herself. “He’s just a cute little frog!” Penguin pointed his umbrella right in Jay’s face. “My child,” he said coldly. “It is time for you to remember who is top bird around here. Raven? Lark?” The bodyguards yanked away Jay’s bowler to reveal… nothing but her blonde hair. “Rrrrrrribbit.” There was a murmur of anticipation from the patrons as Jay looked around in confusion. “But… but I thought he really was under there! Where is he?” “We shall find him without your ‘assistance’, Jay,” Penguin said. “Of all the ridiculous things to be sentimental over; a common frog!” Penguin stopped berating Jay at the sounds of stifled chuckles from the crowd. His top hat was beginning to slowly rise off of his head, revealing a pair of green, webbed feet. The hat was cast aside and revealed the frog, holding his own hat as he danced on Penguin’s head. Oh, I’m puttin’ on my top hat! Tyin’ up my white tie! Brushin’ off my tails! The crowd roared with approval as Penguin grabbed at the frog, only for him to leap through his fingers. The mob boss picked up his umbrella and leapt off the stage after the frog onto the dance floor. The frog continued to strut and dance, tipping his hat to the people. Penguin ran in front of the frog and took aim with his umbrella. “This little song and dance ends now, my little friend,” he sneered. The frog regarded the gun barrel tip of the umbrella with an air of boredom, then brightened as he sang. There’s an old spinning wheel in the parlor. Spinning dreams of the long, long ago. The frog delivered a kick to the umbrella, which sent it spinning into the air. Penguin watched spellbound, but snapped out of it to catch the umbrella, now with the gun barrel pointed at him. Penguin smirked at the frog, leaning on his cane. “A fruitless gesture, my amphibious trouble maker.” Penguin pointed the gun barrel back the frog and moved to pull the trigger. “NO!” cried Jay. Much to the surprise of Penguin, when he pulled the trigger of his umbrella, the gunshot didn’t fire out of the barrel. It shot backwards out through the handle of the umbrella. The force sent Penguin flying backwards into a table with his face covered in soot. The Iceberg patron cheered and applauded as the frog bowed. Then he started dancing his way to the entrance of the club. Toodle-uma-luma, Toodle-uma-luma, Toodle-aye-ay! Any umbrellas, any umbrellas To mend today? I’ll fix your umbrellas, Then go on my way! Singing, toodle-uma-luma Toodle-ay-de-ay! Jay sighed as the frog disappeared out the door. “Gee! He really is a great singer!” Raven rolled her eyes. “Jay, you’re the only girl in Gotham who could fall in love with a frog!” Lark ran over to the remnants of the table that Penguin had crashed through. “Mr. Cobblepot! Mr. Cobblepot, sir? Can you hear me? Say something!” Penguin just stared up at the ceiling of his club and said one word. “Rrrrrrribbit.”
    2 points
  15. Hexxus is sort of hard to actually kill, plus you put him in New York a city rife with pollution and he himself is a spirit that thrives on pollution.
    2 points
  16. Drej get my vote for doing what most aliens fail to do, and actually destroying the Earth, and in the future at that.
    2 points
  17. I loved Jem. Bought the DVDs for my daughter. Jem went the whole series keeping her secret. Dazzler got exposed. Nuff said. Plus I still sing some of the Jem songs 30 years later.
    2 points
  18. This was pretty entertaining and fun I would say Death Angels take this. The aliens from signs did not display anything that would make me think they could harm the Death Angel's. The aliens had their ships but we really didn't see much of their actual technology. Their biology had that gas that came from their hands but again nothing we have seen would indicate that would arm the death angels. Physically, the aliens seemed to be just as strong as an average person. They seemed slightly more durable than a person as the one in the movie was taking the hits from a baseball bat pretty well. The aliens had trouble opening wooden doors and stuff like that. Death angels displayed superhuman levels of strength and could rip through metal. Their skin seemed to be nearly indestructible. The big weakness for the death angels was the High frequency sound that exposed their head The big weakness for aliens was water which burned away at their skin like acid
    2 points
  19. I'm echoing the same vibes here for the StormTroopers. They are kinda badass and really upped their game in the new trilogy.
    2 points
  20. All of the stories got picked up. Note: They were not sold, just given away after being shown off.
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  21. Santa Clause vs. ApokolipsLARPERS vs. Kobolds Both had a lot of people interested so they'll remain. The other 3 were given away to people who found them interesting Adding will be: Biker Mice From Mars vs Street Sharks Batman vs. Beetlejuice Class 3-E vs Class 1-A
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  22. A tie. Well guess that means it's time for a teamup.
    2 points
  23. I... kind of disagree with this since in TMNT lore, it's been established that each and every incarnation of the Turtles is practically separate and their own character. The only difference between IDW Venus and NM Venus is that well, IDW Venus is CANON while NM Venus is not due to legality reasons, and the fact that Peter Laird outright said that Next Mutation isn't canon in even in the context of the TMNT Multiverse. Also... Turtles Forever happened, so... Turtles vs Turtles fights have been known to happen. And if IDW's summaries for newer issues are anything to go by... we might get something of ANOTHER TMNT Multiverse event happening.
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  25. THE BOTTOM LINE Al Rossi: Frat Fox draws two pistols but Pack Fox delivers a kick that sends them both flying! Andel Sanap: No curving bullets in this rematch! Miss Xanatos swings but Frat Fox dodges! Kicks to the knee of Miss Xanatos! Al Rossi: Pack Fox screams in pain! Frat with a right hand to the head of Pack! The crowd going nuts as the two ladies battle closer to the ropes! Another right! And a left to the gut of Pack! She’s really in trouble, Andel! Andel Sanap: Yes, Al. The assassin has Miss Xanatos literally on the ropes! Frat walks across the ring, now is charging towards Miss Xanatos with arm raised! Al Rossi: Going for a lariat! WHOA! Pack grabbed the arm and pulled Frat out with her! Both Foxes to the floor! Andel Sanap: Very resourceful by Miss Xanatos! Amazing how committed she is to wanting to defeat the assassin. Al Rossi: Hey! The Bunker ain’t big enough for two Foxes! Frat Fox is the first to her feet and YOWCH! Sends Pack right into the ring ropes! The ref is looking on, ready to start the 10 count. But Pack pulls herself up before the ref has a chance! Andel Sanap: But now she’s fallen down next to the skirt of the ring. The assassin is coming in again and BY THE FORCE! Al Rossi: Singapore cane! Pack Fox grabbed it out from under the ring! Caught Frat right in the face! Andel Sanap: The assassin staggers backwards as Miss Xanatos continues laying in shots! They’re heading toward the crowd! Al Rossi: Our fans need to get out of the way! The combatants head into the first row of chairs! Another cane strike to the back of Frat! She’s got a chair and swings! Andel Sanap: A thunderous blow! Knocking the cane out of Miss Xanatos’ hands! And another to the head! Miss Xanatos is down! Al Rossi: Frat tosses the chair to the ground is disgust. She motions to the ref to start the count! The ref checks on Pack Fox, and now begins to count. Andel Sanap: You can see the frustration on the face of Frat Fox. She is a trained assassin, I’m sure she thought she’d wouldn’t have had nearly as much difficulty with Miss Xanatos as she has had thus far. Al Rossi: The ref at 5! 6! Pack Fox is pushing herself up to her knees. Now to one knee. That’s enough to break the count! Frat grabs the fallen cane! She swings it down andSHE CAUGHT IT! Pack Fox caught the cane, stopping it inches from her head! Andel Sanap: Such resilience! Miss Xanatos yanks on the cane, drawing in the assassin close enough to deliver a punch to the jaw! She spins with the cane sending the stunned Frat Fox into the ring post! Al Rossi: Now Pack Fox is throwing away the cane! She’s got the chair! Frat is still shaken from that collision! She turns and YOWCH! Andel Sanap: BY THE FORCE! A brutal headshot from Miss Xanatos! And again! The assassin is down! Al Rossi: The ref’s waving Pack Fox off! He’s starting the count! But it might be academic at this point! Frat is just twitching on the concrete! Andel Sanap: It may indeed all be over, Al! Referee: 6! 7! 8! 9! 10! Ring the bell! Winner: Fox Xanatos! Al Rossi: What a finish, Andel! Andel Sanap: Yes, and what a pair of battles! I truly hope that the Fox we are honoring tonight enjoyed these tributes. They have been the one who has allowed the TCC and our organization to be able to exist. By allowing individuals from across the multiverse to come together, they have created places where anyone can create their own stories and worlds. And for that, may I say, @Fox, may the Force be with you! Al Rossi: Amen, partner! Thanks, @Fox, for all your work to make matches like this possible! We can only hope to keep it going and continue creating great action for all you fight fans out there! So until next time, for Andel Sanap, Philippa Forrester, Chloe Bourgeois, Justin Roberts, and Mercy, I’m Al Rossi saying so long from the Bunker! Fox: David? Are you here? Hmm. Nothing like coming home from a good day’s work. Even if you don’t remember where you’ve been. Crowley: Oh, don’t worry, darlin’. We know where you’ve been. Fox: Crowley! Mr. McMahon! Mr. Pegasus?! What are you doing here? Are you here to see David? Mr. McMahon: Shut up, lady! Don’t play cute with us! We watched the whole thing! Did you really think you could work for those traitors and we wouldn’t know about it?! Maximillian Pegasus: Now, Vinny. I’m sure Fox didn’t mean to embarrass us. But we really can’t have people so close to the Nine consorting with the enemy, can we? Fox: Now wait a minute! What are you saying? Crowley: We’re saying that you’ve been a bad girl. Now it’s time to take your medicine. Miss America? Fox: Aargh! Get off of me! Let go of me! Tell her to let go! Crowley: What do you think lads? Shall we have our lady friend break our vixen’s arm, her neck? Mr. McMahon: Or we have her do that freezing spell again! Yeah! Freeze her! Then shatter her into a million pieces! David Xanatos: Don’t you think that would make too much of a mess? Fox: David! Stay back! Maximillian Pegasus: Well, well. So glad you could join us, Davey boy. You’re just in time for Fox to get her just deserts. Mr. McMahon: And consider yourself lucky you don’t get the same, Xanatos! Some genius you are! Letting your wife run off to the Bunker without even knowing about it! David Xanatos: Not really. I did know about it. In fact, I wanted her to go. Crowley: Are you off your rocker?! You sent your wife to that nerd barn without telling us?! Maximillian Pegasus: Crowley. Let him speak. I for one would really like to know what this is all about. Fox: David, stop! He didn’t tell me anything! You didn’t even know I got the invitation! David Xanatos: Not necessarily. I had heard rumors of Fox’s retirement, and had concluded that Sanap, Rossi, and the rest would be sentimental enough to put on a match with fox archetypes. I knew you would never turn down a challenge, darling. But in order to make sure you accepted the invitation despite it being against my wishes, I needed help from my little friend here. Mr. McMahon: What the hell is that thing? Crowley: A bloody dream crystal! Jareth, that poncy twit! David Xanatos: Now, now, Crowley. That’s no way to talk about the goblin that played a role in helping us bring about the end of this underground fight club once and for all. Sanap and Rossi had made no attempts to hide the fact that they were wiping the minds of people who went to the Bunker to keep it secret. I simply deduced that they would also engage in telepathic scans before the battle to prevent spies. They would have been able to detect if Fox was acting under orders from me. But if I used this crystal to implant a dream in Fox’s mind, a desire to defeat the Fox from the Fraternity of Assassins, then her presence would’ve been chalked up to her competitive nature. Mr. McMahon: So, your wife won two fights. So what? We still don’t know where the damned Bunker is! David Xanatos: Actually, Vince, we do. I didn’t just call on the aid of King Jareth. I also enlisted Lord Rassilon. Using his Time Lord technology, I surreptitiously injected Fox with a tracker. A tracker that was engineered to be just out of temporal synch by a few seconds. It’s completely undetectable, unless you know where, and when, to look. The longer Fox stayed in the Bunker, the more time I had to triangulate it’s location. Which means, gentlemen, we now know where our troublemakers are hiding. Maximillian Pegasus: Hmm hmm hmm. Well played, Davey boy. Well played, indeed. Mr. McMahon: Pegasus! He went behind the backs of the Nine! Maximillian Pegasus: And he’s handed us the Bunker on a silver platter. Let’s not be poor sports, shall we? You will be rewarded for your work, Davey boy. David Xanatos: Let’s start by having Miss America let go of Fox. Maximillian Pegasus: Oh, of course! You heard the man, Crowley. Crowley: Hmph. Fine. Release her. Fox: Oh! Oh, David! David Xanatos: I’ve got you, my dear. You’re safe now. Fox: Yes, I know. With you. Mr. McMahon: Oh, enough of this! Let’s send Miss America, Mongul, and Crowley with a squad of troopers and tear the Bunker apart! David Xanatos: Let’s not be hasty, Vince. These people will be on high alert after letting Fox into their midst. They’ll be expecting an attack. Let them settle into complacency. Then we strike hard, and bring them all in. Maximillian Pegasus: Haha! Brilliant, Davey boy! Those traitors won’t now what hit them! Crowley: Yeah, yeah. Bloody brilliant. Thanks for the Memories, @Fox!
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  26. Pretty good set-up, Movie-Brat. The heroes seem to be cleaning house against the Cybermen whenever they're working as a group. As for the match, Wanda should probably win this easily. Machines and A.I. in fiction tend to generally operate on probabilities and a sense of logic. Not a good combination to use against someone whose main power is to magically alter probabilities.
    2 points
  27. Meh, Sub Zero isn't all that. I don't think he could survive Mordor with all the Orcs, Goblins and Wraiths. 😆
    2 points
  28. Two equally deserving winners. Good job and great performances from @Twogunkid and @Culwych1!
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  29. Not much in it to be fair. But if we're assuming there's at least some sort of teeth health related marketing as part of the campaign, then Lucky definitely takes it - simply due to having a healthy, shiny set of pearly whites. Willy is kind of lacking in that area.
    2 points
  30. Can we just celebrate that Dskillz is off the top?
    2 points
  31. I like Bragi here. Granted a god of poetry... but we are talking about Norse poetry which is about battles, dying and Valhalla. It is said Bragi welcomes the kings who have been slain in battle to the hall of Odin, and prepares Valhalla for new arrivals. Not just a poet, a warrior poet! A Viking bard. Also, Zeus is a dick.
    2 points
  32. Ripley is a traumatized individual who wakes up night after night suffering from nightmares. That's cannon - opening of Aliens lays it out. The Overlook hotel is gonna be on Ellen Ripley like Tallahassee on a twinkie.
    2 points
  33. Kida wish she was hot as Chel. 😄 You and me, outside now. 🤼‍♂️
    2 points
  34. Looks like there is quite a bit of coding I'll need to do in order to increase the number of Slots. And I'll need to do some testing. I can't provide any particular time / date when the draft will be open. It opens when it opens. Thanks!
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  35. I've been thinking about a new Draft slot for some time now, and I actually got the inspiration for this from Ed Asner's recent passing. How about: the Intrepid Reporter? Who would go the farthest to get the scoop? Who would ask the most hard-hitting questions? Etc., etc. Bring on Lois Lane, April, O'Neal, J. Jonah Jameson, and yes, Lou Grant. Not sure how many notable journalists are available in pop culture, though.
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  36. Since Triton should have all the abilities Ursula had with the Trident, that means he can make himself as huge as the Leviathan and crack it open like a lobster! My votes for Triton.
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  37. Man I managed to blow it in the last two weeks. Meowth came through as an undefeated champ though, and Lupin tried his best against Felicia, but even I cannot argue if she is going around stealing Infinity Stones.
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  38. Movie-Brat in 2nd place? Go ahead, man.
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  39. The reality is that the site has been running for over a year with no issues until a couple people decided to use my writing tournament to push their political views. It's completely inexplicable. We don't even talk about those topics here. With so many other websites out there for that kind of thing, why here? Anyways, the kind of people who are going to do that need to go elsewhere.
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  40. Heh, I vividly remember Tinker Bell convincing the Lost Boys to attack a "Wendybird" in the first Peter Pan Disney film. The chick's definitely had murderous intent before.
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  41. "This isn't the kind of horsepower I'm used to, but that's alright. I got family."
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  42. Mr. Miyagi did the prompt basically to a T in the Karate Kid though. He took a kid who was pretty much a talentless screw-up and trained him better than people who had been training in martial arts for years. That's literally the prompt. Apollo only trained someone who already had incredibly good fundamentals and just needed help with the specifics of boxing. Miyagi effectively already did the prompt, Apollo really hasn't, so Miyagi should win
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  43. It had been quiet lately. That meant that The Dominion was planning something big. No one could guess what that something was so beyond standing vigilance, there was nothing anyone could do but wait for the attack. Captain Benjamin Sisko studied the battle logs. His intent was to analyze the Federation victories and learn what worked. Most likely they wouldn’t work again, but he would also know what the Dominion would be expecting. The peace and quiet was nice but he had instructed the DS9 crew to come in something needed his attention. Lieutenant Commander Worf did just that. Instantly he could feel the Klingon’s anger. “Captain. There a problem.” “What’s wrong, Mr. Worf?” “This new cadet- Urkel.” He said the name with such vile that Sisko became concerned. “What’s wrong with him?” “I think he is a spy.” Sisko almost came out of his chair. His hands were already in position to push himself up. “That’s a serious accusation. I hope you have some evidence.” Worf stiffened. His fists clenched over and over. “Sir, there is no way anyone is capable of such… buffoonery.” “Go on.” said Sisko. “I can’t explain it. I spent two minutes with him and I want to kill him.” “I’m afraid you’ll have to do better than that Mr. Worf. Killing fellow Starfleet personnel is unacceptable.” In came Jadzia Dax. “Benjamin, this Urkel guy has gotta go!” Sisko glared at her. “Do you know who I’m talking about?” she wondered. “I’ve heard about him yes.” He eyed the teeth-grinding Worf. “He snorts!” Dax smarted. “Snorts?” “Snorts!” Dax demonstrated the sound. “What’s wrong with that?” “It’s annoying!” Both Dax and Worf said together. “Well I’m sure he can’t help it.” Sisko leaned back indicating his dismissal of their feelings. “It’s a part of the act.” declared Worf. Dax whirled to face him. “Is that what you think? It’s and act?” “Yes. He is clearly here to disrupt our effectiveness.” “Mr. Worf believes he is a spy.” Sisko clarified Worf’s accusation. Dax pondered the charge. “That would explain some things.” “As I told the captain, it is impossible that this man could be this infuriating. Clearly something sinister is at play.” Now came Odo. “Captain Sisko! This new arrival is a menace!” “Are you talking about..?” “Cadet Urkel!” snarled Odo. “He started a dance party in the commons area! People began wearing their trousers up to their armpits! It’s an atrocity!” “Take a breath Constable.” Siskso said calmly. “This Urkel fellow can not stay on this station! He must be reassigned!” ‘The whole crew is against him.’ Sisko thought to himself. Next came Major Kira Nerys. “Captain have you met this new guy Urkel?” “What is your problem with him?” the weariness blended with his question. “He keeps getting in the way. He’s supposedly trying to help but…” “He’s making things worse!” Dax, Odo and Worf said together. Sisko rose to his feet. “Alright that’s enough all of you! While you’re in here whining about a new cadet, you are not doing you duties! Get back to your tasks and leave this man be!” “But...” Dax began. “But nothing! If the lot of you can’t handle a green cadet how are you going to defeat the Dominion?” The senior Deep Space Nine crew exited, just as the doors were closing he could hear them begin to exchange complaints. How could a young cadet rattle the crew this way? He was about to request Urkel’s file log on the computer but then he thought maybe it would be a better idea if he went to see the man in person. “Computer, locate Cadet Urkel!” he commanded. The speakers chirped and DS9’s monotonous voice answered promptly. “Cadet Urkel is in engineering.” A bit unsure of what he would find, Sisko hesitated. But if his senior crew all had a problem with him he’d better check this guy out. As soon as the door opened, yelling welcomed him. “Get out of here! Get out!” That was Chief O’Brian. Everyone else was staring in certain direction so Sisko looked there. He couldn’t believe his eyes. An enraged Miles O’Brian- waving a phaser as if it were a butcher knife in front of a skinny youth. This had to be Urkel. Upon spotting him the first thing to affront Sisko’s mind was ‘why is he wearing suspenders?’ On top of that, his pants were pulled up to his chest. Where did he get socks that ugly? And were those eye glasses on his face? This was an insult to Starfleet tailoring. “Mr. O’Brian!” Sisko bellowed. The command voice ended the altercation. Everything about O’Brian softened. “Captain...” “Mr. O’Brian, what do you think you’re doing?!” “It’s Urkel, sir!” his anger immediately returned. “He thought phasers could enhance the power output!” Sisko made a face. “What?” “If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was trying to blow up the station!” O’Brian added. “Urkel,” Sisko marched angrily toward the ‘nerd’. “You’d better have a very good explanation for this!” “Captain Sisko. I know what it sounds like. But I’ve run the simulations and firing a phaser blast into the station’s power core does increase power output by at least 5 percent. As long as you do it carefully.” To hear him admit it… proudly, left Sisko flabbergasted. “Mr. Urkel if you wish to conduct experiments you must clear them with Chief O’Brian and myself. Is that clear?” “Perfectly sir.” Urkel said cheerfully. “So I guess I should tell you about my next experiment. I need a quart of antimatter. Romulan ale and the remains of Captain Kirk. Oh and I need to borrow The Defiant for a few hours.” Sisko’s nose flared. “You cannot be serious.” Urkel seemed oblivious to the Captain’s anger. “Well a runabout will do but The Defiant would be better.” With a tight fist and a single destructive finger erect, Captain Sisko addressed the cadet vehomently. “Urkel! You listen and listen good! You will never make it in Starfleet if you don’t learn...” He almost didn’t hear his comm badge chime. “Captain Sisko to the bridge right away please. Captain Sisko to the bridge right away.” If there was a time he wanted to ignore the page more than now, he didn’t know but duty called and he answered. “I’ll be right there.” A mean glare at Urkel and Sisko spun on his heels and marched away steam fuming from his bald head. Fight Parameters: So Steve Urkel is a Starfleet cadet recently assigned to Deep Space Nine. The whole caste hates him because- well he’s Urkel. Vote for Urkel if you think he can win them over and become a halfway competent Starfleet officer. Vote for Deep Space Nine if you think they can get Captain Sisko to have him transferred somewhere else (maybe let Picard deal him).
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  44. Fantasy Draft: Season Eleven Welcome to Season Eleven! All suggestions from you folks! Numerology says that number 11 is an intuitive and spiritual number with charisma! CBUB Fantasy Teams is kind of like Fantasy Sports games. You draft a Team and they get thrown into matches for a "Season" which is typically several weeks. In case you need a refresher on the rules, here you go : The Fantasy Draft FAQ When the draft is open visit your CBUB Control Panel to draft your team. This season's competitive slots... SLOT 1: The Team's Coach A non-combatant character whose specialties include motivating and training people. Base Line Examples: Doc Lewis (Punch-Out!!!) Mickey Goldmill (Rocky) Eric Taylor (Friday Night Lights) SLOT 2: The Team's Medic Doctor or Healer types who compete in medical challenges. Characters with magic or powers that heal will likely be denied unless they are street level. Base Line Examples: Bones McCoy Mercy from Overwatch (as a doctor) Doctor Gregory House SLOT 3: The Team's Ninja Must be a character that is really a Ninja. The character must be trained in Ninjutsu. Try to stay in the tier 8 - 9 range on Vs. Battle Wiki. Base Line Examples: Elektra Storm Shadow Scorpion SLOT 4: The Team's Thief Baseline human characters with limited or no powers who are are skillful thieves. Base Line Examples: Catwoman Robin Hood Aladdin SLOT 5: The Team's Disney or Pixar or Dreamworks Princess Because you demanded it! Hey, everything here is from user requests, so grab your Princess and get in the ring! Base Line Examples: Fiona Vanellope von Schweetz Snow White SLOT 6: The Team's Location A unique and well known Land, City or Area typically associated with danger and adventure. Can be very dangerous but not so deadly that a human or human-like character could not survive it. At least one character must have survived it, anyways. Base Line Examples: The Land of Oz Gotham City Mordor Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft And Wizardry Note: Slot 6 will be matched in battle against Slot 7! SLOT 7: The Team's Comedy Sidekick A character that is the comic relief sidekick. Is the show a Comedy? Was the character a Side-kick? If you answered "yes" to both, then you may have a contender! Patrick Star ("SpongeBob SquarePants") Penny ("Inspector Gadget") Brian Griffin ("Family Guy") Agent 99 ("Get Smart") Note: Slot 6 will be matched in battle against Slot 7!
    2 points
  45. THE BOTTOM LINE Linus and Rusty briskly walked through the corridors of the MGM Grand. The both carried leatherbound suitcases in their left hands as they made their way to the elevators. “Livingston, our exit better be clear,” said Rusty into his com, but all he got back was static. The elevator doors opened to reveal Dylan, Merritt, and Jack. “Going down, gentlemen?” asked Dylan. “Come on, Dylan, I wanted to say that,” pouted Merritt. Linus looked nervously at Rusty. “Any ideas?” “Look, we told you guys already,” said Rusty. “We told you to stay out of our way in Stamford. We told you to stay out of our way in LA. You guys are good, but this is our score.” Jack slipped a card out of his sleeve and into his hand ready to throw. “Yeah, we’re not okay with that. You’ve already got the vault and the yacht. How about we take the money and we call it even?” “We don’t have time for this. The security guards will be coming to any minute,” Linus stammered. Merritt took a step forward with a friendly smile. “That’s okay there, buddy. How about you just take a moment to wonder and wander through the wondrous wave of my worldly words as you SLEEP.” Merritt snapped his fingers and Linus fell to the ground unconscious. “Linus!” shouted Rusty. Jack hurled the card and clipped Rusty’s hand, causing him to cry out in pain and drop his case. Merritt quickly picked up both cases. “Just a little suggestion I put in his head while he was distracted by Henley at the docks. Don’t worry, he’ll be back on his feet in no time.” Jack and Merritt backed into the elevator as Dylan looked disappointed into Rusty’s glaring face. “We didn’t want to get rough with you people. But if it’s the only way to make sure this money goes where it can do the most good…” Shouts rang out from around the corner. “Dylan! We need to move!” shouted Jack. Dylan gave a nod to Merritt who rolled his eyes. “Feel the freeing flow and force of my words and AWAKE.” Another snap of his fingers and Linus shook himself into wakefulness. Rusty ran to his side as the elevator doors closed. “You good?” asked Rusty. “I think so,” said Linus. “Um what am I doing on the floor?” Rusty helped Linus up as the security came around the corner. “I’ll explain later,” he said and slammed the fire alarm. The MGM Grand was instantly filled with blaring sirens. The elevator car the Horsemen rode jolted to a halt. “Damn it!” Jack groaned. Dylan quickly scanned the roof of the car. “Merritt, you help Jack try to open the top so we can go through the shaft. I’ll take the door.” Merritt hunched over to allow Jack to hop on his shoulders. “Is this a bad time to tell you you’ve been putting on weight?” asked Merritt. “Shut up!” A firetruck quickly rolled up to the MGM Grand, and started extending it’s ladder. A crowd of revelers was pouring out of the hotel and casino, including Vince McMahon. “What the hell is going around here?!” he growled at the nearest Grand employee. “I’m sorry, sir. There may be a fire in one of the rooms. Please proceed to the guest safety area to check in.” “I don’t give a damn about fires! My money is in there! I’ve got people telling me someone may be trying to steal my money!” The fireman at the wheel of the truck turned to another fireman standing at the base of the ladder. “Alright, get up that ladder.” “I still don’t see why I have to go up the ladder.” “Because I’m driving the truck, pal!” “Who are you calling pal, friend?” “Just shut up and get up the ladder!” Meanwhile, Jack, Dylan and Merritt crawled out of the elevator and slowly crawled down the cables. “Henley! Daniel!” Dylan called over his com. “Head for the elevators on 7th floor. We’re working our way down to you.” Merritt gave a wary look down the shaft. “Otherwise, you can find us at the bottom floor. I’ll be the better-looking pile of goo.” Reuben and Saul slowly made their way to the concierge desk of the MGM Grand, followed by an older hotel employee pushing a luggage cart. “Pardon us, miss. We’d like to check out now.” Lula stood up from the desk in an MGM uniform smiling broadly. “Did you enjoy your stay?” Suddenly the cart tipped over, causing all the luggage to fall over the floor. Reuben and Saul froze for a second before rushing to the pile. “Careful with those! Seriously, where’d you learn to push that thing?” Thaddeus quickly started resetting the luggage as Lula ran over to help. “Sorry, gentlemen, it’s just these sirens are so loud.” Lula quickly picked up to suitcases from the pile and switched them with two others. She then returned to desk. “So sorry for the inconvenience. Hope you enjoyed your stay at the MGM Grand!” The ladder of the firetruck smashed through a window and Linus and Rusty climbed out to meet Turk. “Right this way, folks. Please make your way down the ladder in an orderly fashion…” Rusty pushed past him as he hurried down the ladder. “Livingston! Do we have eyes on Yen?” Livingston’s voice rang clear over the coms. “He’s on the other side of the casino! He’s on his way down! You’ll need to be in position!” The elevator doors opened and Daniel and Henley lifted Dylan, Jack, and Merritt out of the shaft. “Do you have the rig set?” asked Dylan as he handed them the cases. “All ready to go,” said Henley. The five magicians rushed to the window and a rock-climbing rig. They quickly hooked themselves up and started their way out the window. The fire truck sped off down the street, splashing a puddle on Mr. McMahon. “Come back here! You can’t do that to me! I’m Vince McMahon, damn it!” In all the chaos, the Horsemen made their way down the MGM Grand and landed on the ground by a station wagon. Lula was at the wheel, and waved at them. “Hey, strangers! Need a lift?” The Horsemen piled into the car and drove off. “We made it!” laughed Henley. “We got the money!” Daniel opened up one of the briefcases and froze. “Don’t be too sure of that.” He poured the contents on the floor of the van. “Newspaper clippings?!” groaned Merritt. “They got us with that gag?!” Lula grinned as she nodded at Thaddeus. “Don’t worry, Merritt. We picked up your slack. Thaddeus had been watching these guys for weeks. He figured they had already gotten the money from McMahon, then they just put on a fake heist that we would intercept.” Thaddeus smiled at Lula, and picked up the two cases they had gotten from Saul and Reuben. “So, while you were dealing with their distraction, we got our hands on the money.” He clicked the fasteners of the cases and opened it to reveal… “MORE CLIPPINGS?!” Jack shouted. “I don’t believe this!” “Now hang on a second,” said Daniel. “If none of these guys had the money, who has the money?” Dylan’s face went pale, then he turned to Lula. “Lula! Get us back to the Grand! Now!” On the other side of the MGM Grand, the Amazing Yen slowly climbed down the wall hand over hand. He wore a backpack as he made his way to the ground where the firetruck waited for him. Danny Ocean gave a look of approval as Yen ran to him with the backpack. Yen handed the backpack to Danny, who opened it to reveal two leatherbound briefcases. “You didn’t have any trouble getting these, Yen?” Danny asked. Yen responded by raising a finger. The Horsemen’s station wagon pulled up just in time to see the 11 putting on firefighter’s protective gear and climbing on the truck. Danny looked at the van and saw the stunned faces of the Horsemen. He smiled, shrugged, lowered the protective visor of his helmet and jumped on the truck. “Well,” said Dylan. “You can’t say they aren’t good.” Merritt pushed the door open of the station wagon and climbed out as the truck drove off. “You smug jerks! You couldn’t let us have just one?!” he fumed. Merritt grabbed a card from his pocket and threw it…only for it to flutter to the ground a few feet away from him. Dylan shook his head. “Merritt. Let it go. Get in the van.” Merritt pulled down the brim of his hat, and grumbled as he returned to his seat and slammed the door shut.
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