Now available as a remix with the Science Carnotaurus being far more of a threat:
W: Villains. Harbingers of evil, opponents of the hero, characters we love to hate.
B: Apparently, some little nerds on a forum called Carnivora created their own ones.
W: Mustafa Ay, biologist and captain of the spaceship Sender.
B: Kazanshin, resurrected mega-beast.
W: Evil Black Death, fallen angel of the Three Creators
B: Science Carnotaurus, an evil dinosaur, I guess? He’s Wiz and I’m Boomstick
W: And it’s our job to analyze their weapons armor and skills to find out who would win, a DeathBattle.
W: Mustafa Ay is a mad scientist, much like me, and hellbent on assimilating all minds of the universe in a heaven of his personal creation, but he did not start out that way.
B: Yeah, he used to be a perfectly normal microbiologist with a midlife crisis. Indeed much like Wiz.
W: Specifically, he was above the age of fifty and reached a point where he knew most of his life was over. He had no wife, no children and no friends except for that geologist named Professor Richard Hawthrone who was too busy with his field trips to spend time with his friend.
B: Typical incel. At least he had God and stuff.
W: Despite his Muslim upbringing, Mustafa did not consider himself to be an adherent of a particular religion. Rather, his faith was a synthesis of most of the Abrahamic teachings. Most importantly, he believed heaven was real, Earthly life was meaningless and no matter the hardships we endured, one day he would end up in heaven and forget it all.
B: Then his parents died in a car crash and he turned evil.
W: Actually, it were just his colleagues and it happened during a field trip in Antarctica.
B: Ah, I remember that. Has someone not read enough Lovecraft to know that unknown Antarctic mountains
always contain scary alien stuff?
W: The scary alien stuff in question was a trilliant-cut azure blue crystal in the ice. Mustafa was tasked to analyze the microbiota of an ice core when he found it. He really thought it was a good idea to touch it.
B: This ended up saving his life because the snow was contaminated with an evil alien virus and the crystal protected him from it. Unfortunately, his friends were not so lucky and turned into zombies. The virus even destroyed all their electronics so that they couldn’t call for-
*Show is interrupted. Everything is dark, we only hear the host’s voices.*
W: Boomstick … d-did the virus find us, too?
*The show resumes.*
B: Nah, I just played around with the cameras and the lights yesterday. You don’t need
all of these cables, do you?
W: *Growls* Anyway, fortunately for Mustafa though, the crystal did not just protect him from the virus, but also modified his muscles to give him enhanced speed, strength and durability. It was enough for him to become immune to the cold and to beat up all the zombies to save Professor Hawthrone, who was the only one of not to get infected. However, he forgot that they had a husky, too, who also got infected. The husky bit Hawthrone and Mustafa had to watch his only friend suffer a fate worse than death from the viral infection. Tendons and muscles calcified into bone, new arms and eyes formed in places they did not belong in.
B: The universe is a cold and cruel place.
W: Just as he wanted to die, the crystal spoke to him. It told him that the virus came from space in through a spherical ship dropped into the eternal ice. This ship came from an even bigger ship that had floated invisible in Earth’s orbit for decades. It became infected when it was near an artificial intelligence Mustafa calls „Götterdämmerung“. Götterdämmerung was an AI in a pocket universe that had been forbidden to enter our realm. It had two main goals:
Should it be released, it would assimilate all life in the universe into a heaven of its own creation where all sentient beings would feel eternal ecstasy. Should it remain trapped, a virus of its creation would devour all life it came across.
B: What did I just say? Mustafa chose the former options, not just because the virus is kinda cruel, but because he had nothing to live for.
W: So, he gathered a bunch of minions and set on his quest to find the Cipher and free Götterdämmerung.
B: That was a lot of backstory. Now for the fun part! His cyborg powers!
W: Right, the crystal replaced the calcium in his bones with carbon so that they became diamond hard. Moreover, it added a material called boron to his muscles which long story short increased their tensile strength. He has about ten times the strength and durability of a normal human and thrice the speed. Alongside other modifications, he can hold his breath longer, jump higher and survive more extreme temperatures than the normal human.
B: But best of all is that crystal!
W: The crystal was built by a godlike, planet-sized computer named Fountainhead. Its walls are made of diamond while superconductors attached to it carry a supercomputer made of magnetic monopoles. Due the fact that these crystals stem from an AI named Fountainhead, Mustafa calls them „keystones“. keystones were created to share the power of godlike AIs with lesser beings. The AIs contained in them form a telepathic bond with whoever touches the keystone first and whom they recognize as a sentient, organic life form. Then, they carry out whatever orders their owner has.
B: Basically, it’s a lazy excuse by the author on how to give characters super-intelligence without actually having to write super-intelligent characters.
W: What’s more, keystones typically contain retroviruses and spare amounts of boron for the transformation as well as nanobots that allow the AI to carry out its orders.
B: Nanobots, aren’t they those lilttle things that can do, like, anything by swapping out a few atoms?
W: Kinda, but the keystones are far from overpowered. See, they were damaged by the virus, too, despite being mostly immune. For this reason, they can only give users two abilities now, based on their personality. Kira has super-memory and a healing factor. Iris has super-intuition and can alter her appearance. A Primogenitor-alien abducted by Mustafa has precognition and the ability to telepathically communicate with other keystone users.
B: Mustafa, however, has won the jackpot in the magic-stone lottery. One of his two abilities is super-charisma which isn’t too overwhelming, but useful to keep his subordinates in check. The other, however, is to assimilate the abilities of any keystone user that he can kill.
W: Remember the three users above whose powers we listed as examples? Mustafa absorbed them all.
B: Let’s just go over the most important. Super-intuition gives him conclusions from less data than Sherlock Holmes needs. The healing factor isn’t as crazy as Deadpool’s, but still lets him reattach an arm right after losing it. The precognition does what the name says.
W: Specifically, it slows his subjective time thousandfold whenever he uses it and then calculates the most likely future. While everything around him stands still, he gets a view of what happens in the next ten seconds. However, it is energy intensive and needs several seconds of cool down time between uses. Moreover, it only shows the most likely future based on the data. Luckily, he isn’t depended on it.
B: Yeah, baby, he’s got weapons and stuff. A laser blaster, a magnetically propelled supersonic machine gun, flash grenades and a friggin’ antimatter rifle! Why can’t I lose you in the Antarctic, Wiz?
W: Did you say something? Oh, yeah, you talked about his weapons. Defensively, he has a lot to offer, too. His suit is up to 5 cm thick and made of carbon nanotube material, a material about 50 times tougher than steel with only a fraction of the weight.
B: His greatest strength is that he’s a cunning dude though.
W: Right. Mustafa managed to take over an entire civilization, tricked the heroes into delivering the Cipher straight in his lap and coordinated a team consisting of psychopaths, radically non-human minds and people who hate him into doing what he wanted.
B: But don’t think he’s invincible. Heck, this own weapons can kill him!
W: Right, the antimatter rifle produces an enormous, building-sized fireball and sterilizes all organic compounds in a radius of about 50 m. However, should he stand too close to the explosion, he will die, too.
B: Plus, a lot of his fancier powers are useless if his nanobots are destroyed by heat or EMPs.
W: But most of all, it are his own insecurities which can get in his ways. He hides them very well, but his old and shy persona still persists in him and he can break once people tap into it.
B: Still, this is one mad scientist you don’t want to mess with!
Mustafa Ay: „Since ancient ages, humanity envisioned an ethereal pinnacle or perfection. Heaven, they called it. People have gone to great lengths to arrive at this place devoid of any Earthly misfortunes. Others dismissed it outright, arguing not just against the existence, but also the desirability of such a state of being. Indeed, […] [o]ur very raison d’être runs in contradictions. We seek pleasure and avoid pain, yet we cannot attain pleasure without going through a treadmill of work and reward. It is this imperfection, this fundamental flaw in design we must weed out. […] This is my goal“
W: In the year 2020, the Japanese government started developing the technology of creating animal-human hybrids as a means of creating a new breed of biological weapons or supersoldiers.
B: Jeez, what could possibly go wrong?
W: The first test project, known as "project Predator", was based on the usage of Amphicyon DNA to create a test "Predator". However, the project was eventually abandonned after the consideration that the technology might be reverse engineered and cost more lives than any weapons until then.
B: But let me guess, by that point, it was already too late? They should’ve asked papa Boomstick. I would have tamed all these amphi-bi-an, am-phi-ca-nis, whatever-cyon-things like my dog Jack Spaniels.
W: Actually, the government started a new project, creating less-powerful „Predators“ named „Friends“ for entertainment purposes.
B: *Facepalm*
W: Dozens of years later, the Earth was devastated by a nuclear war, and only a population of Friends survived. The Friend population continued thriving as the only remaining lifeforms.
B: Yet more dozens of years later, Kazanshin "Killer" activated the remains of project "Predator", which gave birth to what was intended to be the completed form of the project. Guess what he did first? Going on a killing spree, of course! Good dog!
W: Technically, an Amphicyon is not a dog.
B: Whatever. Anyway, the bear-human-dog killed all the Friends, until a half-Friend half-human hybrid named Kaban killed him by … drowning?
W: He did not have these artificial cyborg lungs I’m working on right now.
B: Hehe, cyborg lungs?
W: Boomstick?
B: Like those cyborg lungs I turned into my last shotgun?
W: *Death glare*
B: Anyway, Kazanshin kinda became a God after being revived by his Killer pal.
W: Killer used his "Editor" ability to reset the universe from the point of Predator's creation.
B: It's basically the ability to shape the multiverse however you want.
W: Now reborn, but with the memory of his defeat, Predator went on the same killing spree, but this time killing Kaban first so nobody could stop him in the end. Once his genocide over, with every Friend on the surface of the Earth murdered, Killer gave the universe one last visit in order to recruit Predator in his team, the "Genocides". Being given the opportunity to gain even more power and kill for eternity, Predator joined his new master, becoming the second in command of the Genocides.
B: I would like to join the Genocides, too.
W: Even without his godhood, Kazanshin possesses incredible speed, strength and durability.
B: I mean, he was designed to dominate 21st century battle fields. He can rip apart humans and Friends as if they were paper!
W: Right and due to his Amphicyon-genes, he posses claws and jaws like those of the extinct bear-dog.
B: His claws can shear through metal, obsidian and even Kevlar!
W: Kevlar is a material with a tensile strength of 3,620 MPa. That’s six times stronger than structural steel!
B: But don’t think he is just a dumb brute!
W: Despite his animalistic genes, Kazanshin is a skilled martial artist. In fact, knowledge of most martial arts was part of his „programming“.
B: He can even match a god in hand-to-hand combat and is a masterful katana user!
W: He can even amplify his powers by entering the WIldsoul.
B: This is basically Super Saiyan with a less stupid hairstyle.
W: The Wildsoul is a savage form of existence, considered a hybrid of a mortal soul and an immortal soul which, when tapped into, grants the user an immense boost in physical strength, speed and durability, as well as magic and divine power. As he is a god, in order to fully kill Predator, one must destroy his godsoul's existence, truth, concept and fiction. If these are not destroyed, he will eventually reform.
B: If you think he’s already too OP, you haven’t seen his Creator Sign, aka the ability to shape the multiverse as you wish, yet.
W: Wielders of this ability are able to manipulate space and time, erase realities, concepts, truths, fictions, replicate objects and undo past events. While not as skilled with the creator sign as Killer, Predator has learned and is capable of using the ability.
B: Damn, he can be defeated by no-one and can defeat everyone. Why is he even considered a competitor here?
W: While Predator is immensely powerful and ridiculously hard to kill, he is kind of a narcissist.
B: Being a God only gave him a god-complex. Get it?
W: Your puns used to be better.
B: Anyway, he’s also even more bloodthirsty than me when I see roasted chicken. No man can think while eating.
W: For these reasons, Predator is relatively easy to manipulate which is the only reason why this battle royale can even be considered a matchup.
B: Still, this is one dog-man that’s gonna eat more than just your homework.
Kazanshin „Predator“: „There two kinds of species in this multiverse. Those who are superior and those who are superior. Those who are noble and those who are lowly. Those who deserve to live and those who don’t. It is my duty, bestowed upon me by Killer, to restore the natural order!“
W: In the beginning, the Three Creators ruled the Green Kingdom of Healing and Righteousness.
B: The Three Creators said, „Let there be light“, oops, wrong book.
W: After the Emperor of Life payed the foundations on the Kingdom, he handed it to His Son Delivering King. Healing Sustainer was sent out to create all of creation and that included all of creation.
B: Everything in the Kingdom was given the gift of speech and reason, but as it turned out, some of its citizens were less than reasonable.
W: Indeed and that included the Green Light Bearer who was like a vicer to the Three Creators. He presented the glory of the Three Creators to the creation and all of the creation who wished to speak with their Creators first had to meet Green Light Bearer.
B: Everything went fine until it turned out that Green Light Bearer was kind of a prick.
W: He envied the position of Delivering King and Healing Sustainer who could see the Emperor of Life which Green Light Bearer could not.
B: So, basically, he went full-Satan mode and started a rebellion.
W: The rebellion caused a war which Green Light Bearer lost. He got kicked out of paradise and was from then on known as Evil Black Death.
B: Evil Black Death … sounds like a cool guy to hang around with.
W: He’ll drag you to the Lime Sulfuric Fiery Lake.
B: I’m already there with you.
W: Evil Black Death is a villain you should not underestimate. Most of the time, he might appear to be a mere man in a dark armor, but he can shapeshift into any animal he wants, from something as small as a rat to something as big as a Megalodon.
B: Mega-what?
W: Carcharocles megalodon is an extinct species of shark with a length of up to 18 m and an estimated weight of between 50 and 100 metric tons. Its bone-crushing bite force equals about 18 kN.
B: That’s a cool monster to transform into, but its only really useful in the water, isn’t it?
W: Fortunately, Evil Black Death can teleport. In fact, he can teleport so far, it is his primary mode of interstellar transportation.
B: His strongest form, however, is as a 3 t, flying, acid-spitting, bright green dragon.
W: Even in his weaker forms, he can comfortably stand on Planet Diamond, a planet with 110 times of Earth’s gravity.
B: Damn, this does 1000 pushups daily in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.
W: Besides his enormous physical prowess, we should not forget Evil Black Death’s greatest trump card: His charisma and manipulaiton.
B: Right, he used the envy of Vain Glorious, Isolated Warrior’s envious cousin, to get him on his side and even promised the incel Odd to get him a girlfriend!
W: Once he gains control over you, you are his slave. He can manipulate you like a puppet and you must do his bidding, lest you will be tortured for all eternity in the Lime Sulfuric Fiery Lake.
B: Doesn’t he want to drag you there anyway?
W: Yeah, well, you can postpone it if you serve him.
B: Now, you might ask, if he’s so evil, why haven’t the Three Creators destroyed him yet?
W: The answer is: He’s indestructible. Literally. The only way to get rid of him is to cast him into his own Lime Sulfuric Fiery Lake
B: Yeah, another villain way too OP for this battle. Does he at least have any weakness at all?
W: Indeed. He cannot tempt those loyal to the Three Creators. Likewise, the servants of the Three Creators can create a roar which scares him away.
B: He’s so OP that he needs his own kryptonite roar!
W: Also, he cannot directly control the minds of people without their consent.
B: If people end up in the Lime Sulfuric Fiery Lake, it’s their own fault. That doesn’t mean he can’t crush them otherwise!
He also has the powers of a black hole which I have no idea what that means.
Kingdom of Righteousness and Healing lore.
Odd: „Why? Just why can’t I get a girlfriend?“
*EBD appears*
Evil Black Death: „They had no understanding for what you went through.“
Odd: „I think it’s because I’m just an ugly nerd with no charisma.“
Evil Black Death: „I can give you all the charisma and attractiveness your heart desires.“
Odd: „Really?“
*pause*
Evil Black Death. „You’re still looking so sad. Is this your only concern?“
Odd: „There’s also the Three Creators.“
Evil Black Death: „The Three Creators. Aren’t those the same people who can’t accept you for who you are? Aren’t those the same people who torture you on the long road of suffering in exchange for power you could attain more easily?“
Odd: „Yes.“
Evil Black Death: „I have been wronged by them too. I have been denied Paradise’s heavenly embrace because I stood up for the rights I deserved.“
Odd: „Perhaps we should team up.“
Evil Black Death: „Indeed. From now on, you shall be reborn as my follower, Evil Odd!“
W: Remember this Japanese government program we talked about?
B: As it turns out, this wasn’t everything they messed up.
W: Yup. In the year 1985, 35 years before Predator’s creation, they found bones and resurrected a Carnotaurus from them.
B: Carno-what?
W: Carnotaurus is a genus of theropod dinosaurs.
B: So, something like a T. Rex?
W: Basically. Just with even shorter arms.
B: These guys created a Carno-whatever who is for some reason a scientist.
W: The Science Carnotaurus does not have any augmented physical abilities per se, but as a Carnotaurus, it already has superhuman speed strength and durability.
B: Right, Carnotaurus was a predator which could reach a length of up to 9 meters and a mass of up to 2 tons. Scientists calculate that Carnotaurus had a top speed of up to 48–56 km/h. It could swallow small prey items in whole and deliver slashing bites on larger prey.
W: Boomstick, how do you know this?
B: You know from Yoshi vs Riptor how much I know about dinosaurs.
W: But before…
B: I was just testing you.
W: Anyway, the Science Carnotaurus does not just have all the benefits of being a dinosaur, no, it combines these with superhuman intelligence!
B: He uses scientific logic and creates chain reactions to scramble the brains of his opponents and make them think that he won. He has managed to make the entire world think they are being stung to death by a swarm of bees, and does so whenever he is in the mood for it.
W: Sounds impressive, how does he do this?
B: He uses complex blends of chemicals, such as iodine, selenium, and iridium, to make the world think they are going mad. Then, he broadcasts into everyone's brain an image of swarming bees, by use of his neural donut.
W: *Existential crisis*
This is not how it works. This is not how any of this works. Even Pinkie Pie’s „Pinkie Sense“ made more sense!
B: Man, you don’t wanna know his weakness.
W: Just go ahead. He has already destroyed me.
B: His weakness is when someone is so stupid that they cannot fall for his tactics. If he encounters someone like that, he gives up the fight and blatantly tells them how dumb they are.
W: …
B: He’s basically like you.
W: Another weakness of him is that he is not much of a fighter and rather prefers to pull the strings in the background.
B: He can fight when necessary though. He is still a wild beast. Basically, this is one quadruple-digit IQ T. rex you don’t wanna mess with!
Carnotaurus: „I think you are too stupid to figure out what’s wrong, so let me explain.“
W: Alright, the combatants are set, let's end this debate once and for all.
B: It’s time for a DeathBattle!
Remaining:
Mustafa Ay
Science Carnotaurus
Kazanshin „Predator“
Evil Black Death
carnivora.net/death-battle-killer-kazanshin-vs-evil-black-death-t6218.html#p57389It was a bright cold April day near the beach of Planet Jade. The ocean sparkled in the same colors as the bright green sky or the lime soil. It was a tropical region with a green forrest near the beach, despite the seemingly unfitting wildlife. That came with housing sapient animals. A green eagle feasted on the corpse of an equally green elephant when suddenly, a man materialized. His attire should have been banned on this planet. The body armor he wore was azure with motifs of clouds and angels orbiting a sun on his torso. An alabaster coat stuck out of his back armor, resembling a garment that would be more in place on a religious robe. Only his face was uncovered. The man scrutinized the eagle with his piercing chestnut eyes.
This man was Mustafa Ay.
Heavy weapons were strapped around his back or attached to his belt, so the eagle knew he meant trouble. The bird flew away. He strolled near the elephant corpse. He had shot some such bears himself during his field trips in the Arctic, so it was not the corpse that irritated him. No, it was the fact that he was teleported on a planet which resembled Earth with a green color palette. Just moments ago, he was about to release Götterdämmerung.
„There’s some strange spacetime anomaly at work,“ he muttered, mostly to himself while walking in circles. „Did the ‚Sappus‘, as Lukas calls them, master teleportation and send me to an uncharted planet? Or was this Sepiroth’s work? Or has the assimilation already been completed and this is the face of heaven?“
He stared at the trilliant-cut blue keystone in his palm. Kira had just been added to his collected before he was zapped away. Iris and Precog lay there longer, but even they were fairly recent additions. He usually did not kill, but times were dire.
Another man-like entity materialized. While he was human in general outline, his bear-like ears, claws and canines suggested otherwise. The was clad in a trench coat and sported a black and red cape with a katana waiting around his belt. A scar around its right eye bore witness of past battles. A smaller speck of a wound next to it was fresh. He had just received it from a battle against the gods alongside Killer and Glorie. They were about to win and steal the rests of the essence when the beast-man had been snatched away from his reward.
His name was Kazanshin „Predator“.
It must have been a desperate strike from the gods, he thought.
Such wretched creatures. Incapable of fighting on fair terms, they sent me in a prison of their devising. Assholes.His grunt tore through the air and shrieked any green eagles unfortunate enough to hear it.
Mustafa turned around to face the beast-man. He looked away and then faced his adversary again, to reassure himself he wasn’t dreaming. This was indeed a beast-man, a clear violation of the laws of biology he had been taught at college.
But what interested the scientist most was not Predator’s physiology, but his psychology. Was he a man whom reason and logic could force into peaceful diplomacy? Or was he a beast who would only respond to the feral law of nature?
He had not trapped Iris’ soul in his keystone for no reason. Her super-intution unraveled Predator’s secrets.
Input: Body of a human with ears, paws and dentition of a bear.
Output: A mixture of human and Amphicyon DNA. Likely bred as part of a super-soldier program.
Input: Body language neither fits a human nor a Caniformia. No pupil dilation or enhanced breath, despite being teleported here out of a sudden.
Output: Psychopath
Input: Overconfident posture with a lot of swagger
Output: Narcissist„Interesting,“ Mustafa said loud enough for Predator to hear it.
Predator growled. He understood the subtext, the invitation to a conversation, but he declined. He would not waste his breath on such a lowly being. Speech was for his equals, for those who deserved to interact with him non-violently. This man was none of them.
He expected him to shriek, to run away and to scream as his flesh was torn from his ribs by the unstoppable force of the godsoul’s maws.
Mustafa showed no outwards signs of fears. He reached behind and slid his fingers over his antimatter rifle strapped to his back, the strongest weapon in his arsenal.
„Do not think I have not been taught the secrets of other species,“ Mustafa said. Predator fell silent and Mustafa let go of his weapon. Instead, he circled around the still standing beast-man whilst monologuing. „I recognize a warning gesture when I see it. I recognize when an animal is hungry. And I recognize that you are both well-fed and in safety. It is neither food nor your bare survival that motivates you.“ He stopped his circle two arm-lengths away from the beastman. „It is the hedonistic thrill of bloodlust.“
Mustafa recognized a predator when he saw one. Iris was as close to a purely predatory being as a human could get. She would have killed him had he not killed her first, but before that, he was good at keeping her in cheek.
He did what he normally did to Iris.
Millions of nanobots swarmed Predator’s brain. It followed the mammalian bauplan, so it was easy for the robots to find the pleasure regions and stimulate them with their levers.
Instead of a hedonistic moan, Predator only bared its ursine teeth.
Input: Super-charisma does not show desired effects.
Output: The mind likely has a component not related to the brain.So, he has a soul, Mustafa thought.
Then I must do this the mundane way.„I know how you think,“ Mustafa said. „You think of yourself as wise for rejecting the prosocial norms that both caniform- and mankind are known for. You think of yourself as wise for destroying the universe you live in. You do not understand the larger picture, the mechanisms that make you tick. I have dealt with people like you before. My starship named Sender has richly developed virtual reality beyond your comprehension. You can destroy universes that never disappear, torture helpless victims that never die. If you don’t just help me to get back to my ship, but also to discover a certain Artificial Intelligence, we can go even further. You can bypass the violence and get the ecstatic pleasure stimulated directly into your brain. I can fill you in on the details later.“
Predator burst out in a laughter so loud that even the fearless gorillas in the woods kilometers afar showed concern. „You still don’t get it, do you? You still expect me to bow down to a pitiful speck and surrender myself to your terms. You think of me as a degenerate, don’t you? As an animal you can manipulate and outsmart. But you’re a mere mortal who grows old and dies. Compared to mine, your existence is a mere blink of an eye which only continues because I will it.“
Mustafa did not flinch. „My offer was not a plea. I understand you better than you understand yourself. You are an open book flipping its page with every word you speak. For all your power, your wisdom, courage and mental fortitude does not exceed that of the most immature child.“
Predator barked.
„What are you waiting for? Turn me into a smear. Use the power bestown upon you that you never deserved.“
„Listen, Mr Smartypants, I recognize when a rectal cyst like you is trying to manipulate me. And I HATE that. Consider it a honor that I will tear you apart with my bare hands, no magic and no holds barred.“
Mustafa nodded. He pressed a button on his armor to materialize a blue helmet with an opaque visor covering his face.
Both combatants reached to their belts and pulled their weapons, a laser blaster and a katana.
*FIGHT!*
Mustafa was the first to fire. Flying sparks thundered through the air, but that was only because the beam had hit a rock behind Predator. Predator had already closed in. Before the mortal could even react, the katana-wielder cut Mustafa’s hand off and kicked him to the ground. The killing machine delightfully watched the agonized screams of the mutilated mortal, blood dripping from his sword.
Mustafa knew he had to get his hand and the blaster back, but before he could grab what had been taken from him, Predator picked up both and threw them near the peridot sea sea. The crippled man watched with his jaw hanging low how his hand and weapon flew at the lime shore just outside the wave’s range.
„You want them back, don’t you?“ Predator said. „Why don’t you jump and catch them?“
Before his victim could run away, Predator picked him up and kicked him into the water with the ease of a soccer ball. Even if he had his laser now, he wouldn’t accomplish much with only one hand. Or so Predator thought.
The water was soaked with blood, but despite his wet armor, Mustafa had reached his hand. Through powers a mortal should not possess he detached the hand to his stump of an arm and closed the ties that had been cut.
Predator gaped at the scenery in disbelief. „Impossible!“
Mustafa took the time to reach for his magnetic gun and opened the fire. Despite their supersonic speed, Predator deflected all the bullets with his katana
Mustafa froze subjective time through the abilities he absorbed from Precog.
Even now, that time was slowed down thousandfold, Predator was moving. Even with the addition of the time slowdown by Kira’s super-memory, he was still moving. Through a combination of Kira’s memory and Iris’ intuition, Mustafa recollected all the details of Predator’s movements and analyzed them.
Input: Fighting style does not match human or caniform capabilities.
Output: Inputted to be skilled in most known martial arts on Earth in the 21st century and probably also trained by a supernatural being.With this information, Precog’s simulation showed him what would happen in the next ten seconds. How, within a tenth of a second, Predator would stab, bisect and slash his helpless prey faster than he could regenerate.
Mustafa knew the exact spot where he would strike and dodged.
Predator stopped in his movement’s, awestruck by the mortal’s impossible reaction speeds.
Mustafa took the opportunity to punch his opponent so harder in the face than was humanly possible. Predator flew back several meters, but the recoil ensured that Mustafa splashed into the water, too. He could barely put his
Predator was the first to get back to his feet. His expression was more feral than human. He snarled in a voice so loud it would have killed any fish that had not swam away.
„Did you just hit my face?
Did you cockroach just dare to touch my face with hands stinking worse than Kaban’s excrements!“
Mustafa lifted himself out of the water. „You might have speed and strength beyond my grasp, but I have been bestown on with the strongest force in the observable universe. That is, the force of information.“
Predator calmed down. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew there was a grain of truth to the mortal’s claims. The ability to shape the multiverse to his whim did not come with the added side affect of having all the knowledge in the universe. His intelligence was not enhanced enough to comprehend the position and momentum of every quark in the multiverse.
He never needed it so far though. Mustafa pulled his positron rifle, but Predator was quick to react.
He lunged forward, katana in hand and sliced through the rifle Mustafa hoped to protect his body with. The rifle held up half-a-second at most, but it was enough for Mustafa to sidestep his bisection. It was all according to plan anyway. He had predicted that Predator would act impulsively and be shocked to miss again. Mustafa had enough time to punch the katana out of Predator’s paws and force him into hand-to-hand combat. Neither combatant had the time to draw another weapon.
They traded blows, but neither foe landed a decisive hit. Predator was tougher, stronger, faster and more skilled, but could not think five steps ahead like his enemy.
Unfortunately, Mustafa was limited. His stamina was by no means limitless like his enemy’s. He would overheat should he use his keystone to often. He needed a plan.
For this reason, he forced his enemy in a grappling match. He knew he couldn’t win, but he had an opportunity to deploy the flash grenades.
Predator’s martial arts training, however, included the ability to fight even with his eyes sealed shut.
Both combatants rose to their feet and stared at each other. Each carefully considered their next move, until both felt being stung. A buzz hums through Mustafa’s and Predator’s brains and the feel the feet of thousands of bees beneath their skins. Just that there were no bees anywhere to be seen.
Even though he had overused it to the point of dangerous overheat, Mustafa had to know. He had to rely on the super-intuition once more.
Input: Bee stings with no plausible source and no visual information that corroborates their existence.
Output: Bees are likely an illusion through a complex blend of iodine, selenium and iridium in the brain.Predator did not need a computer to know that he had been tricked. Through Mustafa’s surprised reaction, he knew it was not him. There was a third party involved.
Neither of the two realized who that was.
Not far from the shore behind the cliff waited the evil-doer. Much like the two combatants, he was not red. He was a fugitive in space and time, teleported from his habitat into this battle arena.
But unlike them, he enjoyed it.
He was unmistakably a theropod, but with arms and jaws shorter than usual. Even if these features did not give him away, the small pair of horns on his head certainly did.
He was the Science Carnotaurus.
The Science Carnotaurus never entered a fight he could not win. He did not rush into a fight immediately upon embarking, unlike his enemies. Instead, he studied them from the safety of a cliff.
While he had no first hand evidence, he knew that Mustafa was smarter than the average man, possibly even smarter than the smartest man. His equipment might have had something to do with this.
Even Predator was far smarter than his attitude suggested. For the Science Carnotaurus, it was more than likely that both had figured out that those were not real bees.
The Science Carnotaurus
loved smart enemies. They were the easiest to break.
Predator could not have cared less for the dinosaur though. He was focused on the swarm, but not in a negative way.
„This tingling,“ he said. „It’s what I felt during my first killing spree. It’s like Kaban’s blood was dropping all over my face again. Ooooooh, please don’t make it stop!“
Despite his knowledge to the contrary, Predator clawed his own skin in search for bees beneath and laughed maniacally while doing so. His head bled more violently than through any injury his two enemies could have given him.
Mustafa considered taking the opportunity to shoot, but he knew that Predator was still aware of the fight. Predator did this because he could afford it. All future predictions showed that Mustafa would die if he attacked now. In his mind, it was best to focus on the culprit behind the bee swarm. His keystone deciphered the most innocent of radio waves and tracked their epicenter. He pulled out his antimatter rifle and aimed it at the cliffs. A smirk formed behind his visor while his finger danced on the antimatter rifles’s trigger.
The Science Carnotaurus smirked, too, as he had been prepared for this.
With just a small change in the radio wave frequency, the stings intensified. The auditory and tactile hallucinations worsened and were accompanied by visual ones. Thousands of bees blocked the sight of Mustafa and Predator, each threatening to sting their eyes out.
Predator stopped laughing. Even he had limits and violently lashed out with his katana.
„Listen!“ Predator said. „If your goal was to annoy me, then congratulations, you succeeded. Now you better stop before I destroy the multiverse and recreate it without you inside!“
That was disquieting for Mustafa. He adjusted his aim and shrugged to prevent his antimatter rifle from dropping. An explosion that close would have been fatal.
The Science Carnotaurus knew that he could not stop the other scientist for too long. All he needed was a distraction to get out of the way.
Mustafa finally pulled the trigger.
The peridot cliffs died in a burning hellfire and the shockwave as well as accompanying radiation killed all the fish in the nearby water. Despite this savage destruction, the pain had not stopped. The buzzing became louder and the bees more annoying. They crowded and shoved each other out of the way to shoot first.
„Hey, Doc!“ Predator asked. „You are a doctor, I suppose, aren’t you?“
„Not a medical one, but indeed.“
„Can’t you build a doomsday device or something?“
„My specialty is biology, so I could if anything only build a biological weapon of mass destr-“
A katana pushed his throat back hard enough to make his breath harder, but not hard enough to cause bleeding. Predator had jumped behind him while he had been talking.
„Does my katana look like it cares for this?“ Predator asked. His breath hugged uncomfortably close to Mustafa’s helmet. „No, it doesn’t. You better go out and do something. I’m not gonna recreate the universe just because of this!“
Mustafa gave a curt nod and was subsequently released. He was out of options and could only hope to recreate the path the culprit took before the explosion. He did not even need a simulation to do so.
Once he ran over to the site, he saw the prints of a beast-footed runner in the lime soil, leading to the peridot forrest nearby.
It was a trick by the enemy to lure him where he could not see well, he thought. Luckily, his eyes worked perfectly in the night and the forest should not present a problem. Nevertheless, he was caught off guard by a titanic polar bear bursting out of the woods like a feline ambush predator. Neither its size nor its biome were consistent with polar bear biology. Its jaws alone were large enough to swallow Mustafa in a single bite, had it not stopped its assault inches away from its face.
The bear roared. Mustafa leaped backwards onto boulder, covering a greater distance than even the greatest kangaroos might have.
From his safe distance, he addressed the bear. „Richard has shot down one of your conspecifics during a field trip in the Arctic. I am concerned with more important foes.“
Predator cut though bear as if he had been a thrown dagger. He knew this enemy was annoying and that they had to take it together for the time being. But no matter how often he slashed it, his katana never even scratched the bear.
„Are you even real?“ Predator yelled.
He kept on slashing to no avail. Despite its intangibility, the bear was perfectly capable of making Predator bleed in a single paw swipe. Not even the mighty gods were capable of causing such immense pain to Predator.
Its strikes even drew blood from Mustafa, despite not even touching him.
„It’s a mirage,“ Mustafa said, remembering his last scan. „The bees were not real either. They were an illusion created through a chemical imbalance in our brains. The perpetrator is eroding the border between reality and imagination for us.“
Predator panted before taking up his katana again and slicing the bear so fast that his blade formed afterimages. „Screw. This. Asshole!“
Mustafa ignored the polar bear and jumped towards the theropod footprints. He lay his finger on them and asked his keystone if they were real or a decoy implanted into his mind.
Input: Tactile and visual information too complex to be simulated within the enemy’s estimated computation capacities.
Output: The footprints are real.
Input: Fresh footprints.
Output: Estimated date coincides with the antimatter rifle’s shot. Likely the source of the hallucinations.
Input: Theropod-shaped, widely spaced apart.
Output: A fast-running, medium sized theropod. Likely a super-intelligent Carnotaurus.He pursued their path in the dark forest and Predator followed. His motive was every bit as much to keep Mustafa’s back free as it was to create additional threat for him - whatever he deemed funnier.
Thousands of footsteps crushed every shrub in their path. A herd of elephants and rhinoceroses dashed through the forrest in the direction of Planet Jade’s visitors.
Input: Movements and vegetation displacement too detailed. to be simulated within the enemy’s estimated computation capacities.
Output: Real animals, likely provoked through the use of simulated bee images.With this information, Mustafa leaped upwards and bounced off the heads of the racing animals as if they were stepping stones in a river. He used his keystone’s precognition while doing so. The elephant next to him was simulated and he would have fallen to his doom had he jumped onto it.
Predator could have followed Mustafa, but deemed it boring. He exploited the herbivore’s momentum to cut through an entire crowd of elephants in a single slash. It was relieving. After the humiliation at the hand of mortals, it restored his power to the times when he murdered in the death arena or his conception.
In addition to the animals, Mustafa experienced how a tree’s branch randomly swung into his direction.
Input: Awkwardly moving tree branch.
Output: SimulationHe ignored it.
The Science Carnotaurus observed from the safety of his lair. He realized that Mustafa had worked around his tricks and that Predator did not care. However, their stamina was not limitless and soon, reacting to his infinite multitude of mirages would drain the two.
It was time to push himself to his limits.
The Science Carnotaurus burst out a radio signal from his donut that eclipsed all his previous ones. Instead of broadcasting individual images and sensations into the enemy’s brains, he broadcasted total darkness. Mustafa’s and Predators sight, smell, hearing, taste and touch got knocked out all at once. Both felt as if they were swept under a curtain of eternal darkness.
Mustafa had exactly one chance. The abilities he absorbed from Kira, Iris and Precog had to work in tandem to save him. With the enhanced memory absorbed from Kira, he formed a perfect recreation of the environment prior to the blackout. He saw every shrub and every tree and recalled a warmth from a sudden outburst of radio waves.
With the analysis powers absorbed from Iris, he used the limited information he had to draw the most likely conclusion.
Input: Radio wave swarm whose density decreases when moving from an epicenter.
Output: The Carnotaurus is 54.5 m to the Northwest of you.Finally, Precog’s powers showed him what would happen during the next 10 seconds: A Carnotaurus runs into his direction, but Mustafa jumps out of the way. This was indeed what happened.
The Science Carnotaurus stared at the human’s maneuver in disbelief which gave the latter breathing room. Mustafa had lost all his weapons in this fight except for his antimatter rifle which he could not use at such short ranges. He had only one choice left.
Incapable of knowing his enemies’ position, Mustafa aimed at the sky. The bullet shot through all the leaves and only stopped when it hit the bark of the treetops. The antimatter came in contact with matter and the explosion resulted in light that cut through the impenetrable peridot crowns. Electromagnetic radiation poured down onto the Science Carnotaurus and fried the sensitive circuitry inside the donut on its head.
All at once, his radio wave signals disappeared.
Mustafa panted. He could clearly see the silly donut on his enemy’s head, yet he did not laugh. The dinosaur should have been desperate at this demonstration of power and intelligence, but it only smiled with sadistic glee. This final use of Mustafa’s keystone had overheated it. He could barely stand, let alone run and his antimatter rifle was useless, now that the theropod had advanced so closely.
„You’re a smart guy, aren’t you?“ the Science Carnotaurus asked. „So, tell me, when a bee stings you, does it die?“
Of course, the dinosaur knew the answer, but that was not the point. Mustafa clearly understood the humiliation that preceded his inevitable death. Was his diamond-reinforced armor at least powerful enough to withstand the dinosaur’s jaws?
For all his brilliance, the Science Carnotaurus had forgotten that Predator had been awoken, too.
The beast-man flashed past the dinosaur at near lightspeed and stopped mid-air with his katana pointed at the theropod.
„Ha! You missed!“ the Carnotaurus said.
Predator responded with a stoic glare. „Why don’t you try nodding?“
In his arrogance, the Carnotaurus had not realized that his throat had been cut so clean that he felt no pain. He did as instructed and his mind fell faster into darkness than his head to the ground. It was as if a switch had been turned off in his brain.
Remaining:
Mustafa Ay
Kazanshin „Predator“
Evil Black Death
Mustafa reached out his hand to Predator, but the beast-man only drew his katana.
„Listen,“ he said. „I’m a pragmatic man. You think you’re clever, but you exhausted yourself and lost all your weapons while I’m still at full health. Sucks, eh?“
Mustafa clenched his teeth.
Before any of the combatants could react, the surrounding forrest died in a scorching fire that devoured everything that did not belong to Predator or Mustafa.
The landscape changed. The peridot that was as all-pervading as a constant of nature had disappeared and was replaced by a sanguine tint that insulted, no, terrified the eye of anyone present. The new landscape of exposed red rock looked less like a natural biome, but more like a place located in the mythical center of the Earth. Dark mist rose from beneath the bedrock and coalesced into various animalistic shape. One was an oversized rat followed by a bat with all the wrong proportions. The shapes joined to form an opaque, obsidian sphere which extended into a cylindrical form from which gradually a head and limbs rose. The resulting man was clad in green armor resembling a knight, but it was a darker shade than the peaceful peridots and looked like it had been originally black.
„Ah, Planet Jade,“ the green knight spoke. „What a marble in the Kingdom of Eternity and a marvelous place for Vain Glorious to reign supreme.“
Evil Black Death felt the irritation of his victims. It was fear and surprise in Mustafa’s case, but in Predator’s case, it was anger. He had been interrupted in his attempts at slaughtering a helpless prey item. The Science Carnotaurus had been annoying enough for Predator and he knew that Evil Black Death was going to be worse. Much worse.
„Apologies for digressing,“ he addressed the two. „My name is Evil Black Death. “
Predator pointed at the surrounding empty landscape. „See this hill? It’s more interested in what you have to say than I am!“
„Silence,“ Evil Black Death spoke. „Delivering King has not been kind to me and all you three have been chosen for your particular talents. Mustafa Ay for his information theoretic abilities, the tragically deceased Carnotaurus for his scientific genius and Kazanshin ‚Predator‘ for the powers of the Creator Sign. But understand that the Three Creators are powerful and I have no use for anyone, but the most powerful. Hence, I must weed out those who are not worthy.“
„What makes you think, if I may ask, that we intend to follow you,“ Mustafa asked.
„I have surveyed the multiverse in search of hearts willing to defy the conventional morality imposed upon us by the Three Creators. Through your deeds, all you three have rejected their call for you and those who reject the Three Creators inevitably end up on my side.“
„This is a false dichotomy,“ Mustafa said.
„Yeah, don’t get me wrong, slaying gods is what I do,“ Predator said, „but not under the orders of a lame Sauron cosplayer.“
„I see,“ Evil Black Death said. „But understand that you cannot go home until this is completed.“
Mustafa wasted no time to pull out his antimatter rifle and fire, but Evil Black Death teleported out of the way. Mustafa predicted that the green knight would arise behind him and dodged his dark blade. Predator drew his katana and rammed it into Evil Black Death’s sword.
„I am impressed,“ he said, fending off Predator before pushing him away. „But I am also disappointed by your blindness. Have you two not longed for freedom? Freedom from the constraints of the moral majority? It is eternal peace of mind and eternal thrill, respectively, that you two covet and I can grant you both wishes.“
Mustafa had to find out Evil Black Death’s true intentions, but his keystone was overheating.
Please! he thought.
IThis is important!Input: Rebels against godlike figures.
Output: Satanic figure intent on creating an eternal hell, contradicts goal to create heaven.And how can I defeat it? he thought.
Input: Supernatural Satanic creature.
Output: Weaponry doesn’t work. Physical force doesn’t work. Negotiation doesn’t work. AI doesn’t work.Mustafa realized that he was cornered. He watched Predator lock blades with Evil Black Death over and over again as he gathered words to mount a last verbal defense.
„No!“ he said. „Listen! Yes, it’s true that we both are against the morality of most. We both have harmed, even killed others in pursuit of our goals. But the difference between us is that I have goals that go beyond my ego and …“
He stopped. Normally, he had been eloquent and well-spoken, but now, even a single sentenced nearly drained him of his breath. What could he tell a creature that could not be reasoned with or fought?
Evil Black Death resisted Predator’s katana with only one hand. „And what? That you think you are morally justified in what you are doing? So do I.“
Predator realized he could not overpower Evil Black Death with brute force. So, he changed tactics and pulled his sword away, attempting to strike Evil Black Death again while he was talking, but the Green Light Bearer just teleported out of the way. Mustafa and Predator were at a loss, but the Green Light Bearer’s voice gave away his location skyward of the two.
„The only difference between us two is that I realize my objectives while you do not,“ he addressed Mustafa. „You keep telling yourself that you are working for the greater good and that everyone deep-down wants you to win. But this is a lie. In reality, you seek to fix your own mental state and rationalize your deeds under the morality you have been brainwashed with. All humans are selfish, especially those who rejected the Three Creators and you are no exception.“
Predator leaped upwards with his sword raised and bisected the monster before it could teleport. Two parts that used to be one dropped to the ground, the armor hardly clinging to the dead flesh.
„You talk to much,“ Predator said.
Both remaining combatants restored their breath and focused their thoughts on each other, but Evil Black Death was far from dead. His corpse turned into mist again and shrunk in volume, this time forming the body of a squalid, ghostly rat. Predator dropped his blade on it, but no blood splashed out of the hole he cut in the ground.
The rat had teleported.
Mustafa begged his keystone to predict the Green Light Bearer’s new location, but his greatest weapon was at the brisk of heat death.
He did feel Evil Black Death’s location though and he could not have been less happy at that knowledge. A rat-shaped demon had nested himself in his stomach and caused nauseating pain. That might have been tolerable had the demon not grown in size. Mustafa crouched over as the growing demon tore through his organs one by one until it started displacing his skin. The empty sack that used to be a man inflated like a balloon and popped like one, too. His bloody body parts formed a carpet on which Evil Black Death continued growing until he reached the shape of a mighty green dragon.
„Are you seriously trying to be Sauron and Smaug at the same time?“ Predator asked.
The dragon’s head whirled to face Predator. His small, green eyes glinted like cold peridots. Like a fearless medieval knight, Predator pointed his katana to face the beast.
„Kazanshin ‚Predator‘,“ the dragon spoke. „You have been born to kill, born to dominate. Yet you have faced humiliation from other Creations and from other Kazanshins. Now, your pride has been restored by passing my test. Join me and I will bestow everlasting power upon you. You will fight in a glorious war and cause bloodshed beyond your imagination.“
Predator paused and considered what might be an appropriate reaction before bursting into maniacal laughter once again. It was so loud, it was as if Killer from beneath the boundary of dimensions had heard it and joined. Neither could not realize how, after observing his battles with the inferior mortals, Evil Black Death still thought he could negotiate.
Predator collected his breath and did his best at putting the dragon into his place. „You are nothing but a mere man in the skin of a reptilian brute. Do you really think you are on a greater plane of existence than Kazanshin Predator? A plane of existence from which you could bestow power upon me?“
The dragon flew into outer space and dragged Predator behind him. The apocalyptic hellscape disappeared and was replaced by a spectral background of stars. Even Predator, who had been used to interdimensional travel, was awestruck by this sight. The stars’ power had been amplified by the Green Light Bearer’s deathly black aura in a demonstration of power.
„I will give you one final chance to consider the errors in your ways,“ Evil Black Death spoke. „I am capable of subverting your mind and inflicting a fate worse than eternal oblivion upon your soul. Either you join me now or you will wish you had.“
„Hmmmm, let me think. Can you think of a two-letter word that starts with ’N’ and ends with ‚o‘?
Evil Black Death spat a torrent of acid on Predator. Predator did not even flinch as the current of acid streamed above his opened eyes. All the blasphemous liquid evaporated as Predator engulfed his body in flames like a comet.
„I-Impossible!“ Evil Black Death said.
„There are three types of species,“ Predator spoke. “The lowly species, the noble species and those who do not know their place! The other mortals were not frivolous enough to declare themselves to be gods. I reverse my creator sign for special occasions and guess what, freak? You will be my guest for that ‚special occasion‘.“
A wave of black and purple energy not unlike the dark knights mist hovered around Predator and transformed into a dark keyboard. With the click of a button, Evil Black Death returned to his normal form and then turned into a monkey. It was not something he could undo. Predator had hacked into the very fabric of the universe and robbed the evil entity of its bodily autonomy. Evil Black Death resisted and conjured up a black hole. It had been the largest black hole in the universe, capable of ripping apart Suns created by the gods, but Predator and his keyboard were not even phased.
Then, he gave the black hole a purple circumstellar disk which emitted mind control waves. Evil Black Death knew he could control all that fell for his call, but Predator resisted the temptation. The waves passed his body faster than the ethereal vacuum.
Predator pressed another button and rewound time itself. All the multiverse’s events, from the Big Bang, to the primordial nucleosynthesis, to the first light, to the Stelliferous era rushed past Predator’s mind’s eye like a train.It was a mere filmstrip to him, not the inescapably flowing river mortals could not hope to stop. He found the Green Light Bearer’s birth. An event he was about to undo.
Predator laughed in a way that should not have been possible in space as he forcibly transformed Evil Black Death into a donkey.
„How pitiful,“ Predator said. „A man only shows his true face when he has nothing to lose and I have just seen yours. You used to be the Green Light Bearer, ruler of paradise until you got kicked out because you lacked the basic gumption to keep your place. Since then, you waged a meaningless war against those who had kicked your ass and lost every time you fought. Every single time! I, on the other hand, had been born as a nobody. A mortal creature created for the amusement of men who was not meant to last long. But then I clawed my way to the top. Reborn by the grace of Killer, I began a murderer of those in my away and then a god of the multiverse. My road of destiny had been a steep ramp towards eternal power. Yours has been a steep slope down into hell. Even if I don’t kill you now, you are doomed to burn in the Lime Sulfuric Fiery Lake forever.“
Evil Black Death stared into Predator’s eyes with a look of wide-eyed terror he only knew from his underlings that had failed at his tasks.
„You should better thank me for what I’m about to do!“ His voice had been cold and yet Evil Black Death felt the sadistic glee dripping from every syllable as Predator pressed the „Delete“ button. „And now, perish!“
„NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I AM EVIL BLACK D-“
Remaining:
Kazanshin „Predator“
Evil Black Death went down in a whimper. Not even a corpse or any quantum particle that had ever interacted with him remained.
Predator floated between dimensions, unsure where he was since the void looked the same everywhere. He did not even know if he had witnessed the infant era of the universe or if he was in one of those strange aeons where even death may die.
From across the multiverse, Predator called Killer and Glorie to him. He told them everything about his victory over the most evil entity of all of the Three Creator’s kingdoms. The three descended upon the Green Kingdom of Righteousness and Healing and surveyed their hapless victims like hawks. It would be the first stage of a genocide not even the Three Creators might stop.
K.O.!!Analysis:
B: Nooooo! These poor little green puppies!
W: While formidable villains in their own right, I sincerely hope that no-one thought Mustafa Ay and the Science Carnotaurus stood even one iota of a chance.
B: Yeah, kinda sucks to be a mad scientist against literal gods of evil. The poor dinosaur had it worst.
W: While the Science Carnotaurus’ ability to make his enemies see whatever he wanted was terrifying, it was too little against any of his opponents.
B: First, let’s cover Mustafa. That guy would have been Carnotaurus’ best bet, but even he had his keystone to work around the hallucinations.
W: The keystone possesses reasoning capacities far beyond that of any human and could find any flaw in the simulation, telling Ay what was real and what not.
B: Predator was way too strong to do anything to him beyond pissing him off and Evil Black Death is friggin’ god of evil. He’s made of magic and likely won’t even be affected.
W: While Ay could deal with the Science Carnotaurus. He was hopelessly outmatched against either Evil Black Death or Kazanshin „Predator“. He lacked anything to kill them with and sending nanobots into their brain was pointless than he had souls.
B: Predator was his best match as long as he played along. But pulling out the Creator Sign means „Bye Bye Mad Scientist number two!“
W: In the end, the only even remotely relevant discussion was between Predator and Evil Black Death.
B: Yeah, this is a literal battle of immortal Gods that would make Thanos vs Darkseid look tame by comparison. Neither of them would be killed, so we basically have an unstoppable force fighting an immovable object, don’t we? I mean, if not even the Three Creators can kill Evil Black Death, how should Predator do so?
W: Kazanshin „Predator“ is capable of concept erasure on a multiversal scale, something not even the Three Creators have ever demonstrated. And even if we for some reason assume Predator is not stronger than the Three Creators, he is easily strong enough to at the very least torture Evil Black Death eternally.
B: Yeah, completely killing Evil Black Death is hard, but anything below that is easy. I mean, even the roar of a bear is enough to scare him off!
W: The only remaining question is, could Evil Black Death mind control Predator into becoming his follower and take control?
B: The answer is … no.
W: Evil Black Death must manipulate his victims first before mind-controlling them. He targets victims with low power and social status. Predator has nigh-unlimited power. How could even a liar as good as Evil Black Death credibly offer a more lucrative deal than Killer did? Even if we somehow assumed that Evil Black Death could bypass that restriction, the Godsoul would protect Predator from mind control.
B: Looks like the Evil Black faced his Death.
W: The winner is Kazanshin Predator.
