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The expression “three’s a crowd” could not have ever in the universe been more on point. 

Oliver Queen took a step back as the appearance of the third variation of himself appeared with a bit of a frustrated bite to him, as if he had just rolled out of bed— onto a floor of shattered glass... though it probably was [i]grass[/i] in this case. With a brow raised he was unsure what to do in this situation. Outside of being transported to a random island this was the second strangest thing to happen him in his life. If this was the standard for issues he was going to have for the rest of the day he was wondering when the dinosaurs with jetpacks and pew pew guns would show up.

[b][color=green]“Well, it wasn’t me.”[/color][/b] He snarked. 

A hysterical laughter cut from the trees.

[color=f7941d][b]“No, it was [i]me[/i]!”[/b][/color] 

The sound made all three of the Green Arrow’s cock their head toward the northwestern side of the island— above them was an impish man floating in front of a large tree branch. The description reminded him of something he had read in some dossiers Batman had sent his way and it made him feel a whirlwind of [i]dread[/i]. This was the worst type of magic. This was the worst type of day.

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[i]Mxyzptlk.[/i] There was nothing good about [i]this answer[/i]— that much he knew for a fact. This was a foe of [i]Superman[/i] and others way outside his paygrade. If he fired an arrow at him the damned imp, from all reports that he could gather, would just make the arrow cease to exist or some other interdimensional bullshit. He knew Mxyzptlk was a trickster and someone who broke the rules of time and space like his chili broke digestive tracks. But why did Mxyzptlk pick a vigilante archer of all heroes to play with? And why couldn’t he have done it on a Sunday?

[color=green][b]“Well, shit.”[/b][/color]

[color=f7941d][b]“No! No no no, not shit, quite the opposite actually! Welcome, welcome, welcome one two three, welcome.”[/b][/color] The inter-dimensional trickster laughed as he pointed to each of the men below. Pointing to the one who instantly recognized him when he said ‘three’, the one who assumed the other arrows as the reason for his being on the island as ‘one’, and the other one as ‘two’.

[color=f7941d][b]“ I think the game is almost ready to begin! This is wonderful! Three Earths, one winner! or maybe no winners? It should be fun fun fun to find out! Who can survive Mister Mxyzptlk's Most Dangerous Game?”[/b][/color]