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9 AM, Bright Elementary School

The students of Bright Elementary were eagerly awaiting the school's annual culture festival. Little cafes for the students to get a snack, haunted houses, even a goldfish catching game! Yes, this was shaping up to be a fun day for the students as they milled about in the gym for a brief assembly. That is, it would have been, if it wasn't for the pterodactyl man cracking his neck on the school roof. Shovel in hand, his trademark paperboy's sack around his shoulder, a toolbox in his hand, and a confident smile on his beak.

"YOSHA YOSHA! Time for the Pterrordactyl touch!"

9:30 AM, The Elementary School: A Parade of Tears: Pterrordactyl, Do Your Best!


The children cheered as they ran out to the festival, lining up for the various attractions. The goldfish catching game was always popular, and of course the child-friendly haunted house was bustling. That meant Pterrordactyl's usual subtlety was at work.

Class 1A was making its way through the haunted house, jumping at the Mokumokuren represented in the sliding doors and the laughing lanterns. With beaming smiles, the fun the children were having was obvious. Suddenly, the dim lights went out fully. And then... someone tripped over something. In fact, many people were tripping over things. The teacher raised up a flashlight and screamed, as the pudgy boy of the class looked at what she'd tripped over... a mostly-decayed corpse. In fact, the room was FULL of corpses.

"G...grandma?"


At the snack booth, one of the teachers was scooping up cotton candy and rice balls for the children. A number of children got cups of water from a large cooler before running back to the events. Of course, for the sweet tooth of the children, a minifridge had been set out full of "Cosmic Brownie Milkshakes." After all, it was important to keep up them fed and hydrated during such a physical event! Until... well, the youngest of the children eating the cotton candy just stopped moving. Their eyes began to tear up as a foul smell began coming from their pants. The teacher looked around for her cell phone, scrambling across the ground... only to find a tube of laxatives from the local grocery store.

A few continued running, straight to the bathroom. But as the kids ran to the bathroom, they made a horrible discovery... There was no toilet paper. In fact, there was only ONE toilet, a portapotty that had somehow been forced in here, the others having been ripped from the wall. Looking between themselves, they knew that forming a line wouldn't work. So they scrambled for it, pushing and shoving before finally the pudgy boy hopped in and locked the door. Finally, he could go in peace. It was then that he realized there was saran wrap over the toilet... and that the paper was gone, replaced by rough-grain doublesided sandpaper.


Thankfully, the goldfish game seemed fairly normal. The first child of the day, a little girl named Yuki, was dipping in the paper net, about to put the goldfish into the bowl... just before the rice paper snapped. The kid began to tear up before a scaly hand patted his shoulder.

"Aw... bad luck kid... you still want a pet?"

With a sniffle, the child nodded and looked up.

"HERE! HAVE A CONSOLATION PRIZE!"

With that, he reached into his paperboy's sack and grabbed the child's long hair with his free hand, shoving a large, meaty sewer rat into it. He ran forward, laughing maniacally as it scratched and bit. Reaching in again, he began throwing rats at all the children present. As they ran and screamed, Pterrordactyl continued throwing them with a pitch that would make a baseball player proud.

"DON'T WORRY! I'VE GOT PLENTY TO GO AROUND! YOU GET ONE! AND YOU GET ONE! EVERYONE GETS A RAT TODAY, COURTESY OF PTERRORDACTYL! YA SEE THAT KID? YOU'D BETTER BELIEVE HE GETS A RAT! AND YOU CAN THANK LITTLE TANAKA YUKI FOR BRINGING ME HERE, KIDS!"



Video Star

Spandez stood beside the thermometer meters, watching as they skyrocketed from the collected sorrow of those children. With a wave of his hand, he grinned to the audience.

"CAN YOU BELIEVE IT FOLKS!? Pterrordactyl hits it out of the park again, and our hidden cameras are there to capture every second of it! He's racked up over eighty-thousand credits in tax-free prize money, and he's destroyed enough of that food to win himself a Badurong Kitchenware Toaster, a five hundred credit gift certificate to Spacey's department store, but also the brand new Mark 47 Badurong Cosmic Roadster personal spacecraft! NOW THAT'S WHAT I CALL-"

"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!"

"IIIIIII LOVE IT! The Spandez Conquest Hour will be right back with you, after a word from our sponsors!"
Hey, that sounds like the Amalgam Universe. Only stupid, since the core concept of this RP is these heroes interacting with each other rather than getting slammed together with unrelated archetypes.

On topic, just how much of Marvel and DC's canon would we be allowed to use?
Well you're getting Pterrordactyl, and he hasn't beamed down quite yet.
@KoL

I didn't know other people watched Metal Heroes stuff! This is awesome!
@Wei Phoenix
So... he has two do-anything powers.

One of which allows him to pull mindwipes, and read minds (generally used as carte blanche for metagaming).

The other is telekinesis.
Lunar Orbit: The Video Star, backstage


It was that time once again. Time for the ultimate glory. The cheers of an eager universe, and the cries for blood... well, symbolic blood. He took a deep breath as the announcer introduced him.

YOU KNOW HIM! YOU LOVE HIM! THE LORD OF BLOODSPORT HIMSELF! PLEASE WELCOME YOUR HOST, THE INCOMPARABLE SPANDEZ!

And with that, Spandez grinned for the cameras, walking out on stage to the cheers of the studio audience as a spotlight kept on him. Aliens from across the cosmos were wearing Conquest Hour T-Shirts and hardsuits. The Conquest Hour was a cultural fixture for the last several millennia, and they were obviously eager for gladiatorial spectacle the Lord of Bloodsport provided. The transmission hijacker was hard at work, trying to patch into Japan's emergency broadcast override.

"HELLOOOOOOO UNIVERSE! This season of the Spandez Conquest Hour, as always, is brought to you by our friends at Badurong! But by now, we're going to be broadcasting to the savages below as well, so I guess we should explain what's going on. Do not adjust your set, because you're now subject to Badurong Broadcasting's smash hit gameshow: The Spandez Conquest Hour! Given you haven't ever gotten past your moon, I'm going to assume I have to explain this for you. So here's the short version."

Two female aliens- one a curvaceous humanoid woman, the other a rather corpulent beast with a maw like an anglerfish and compound eyes- both in slinky gold dresses matching Spandez's trademark smoking jacket- wheeled out a slot machine and a number of thermometer-like meters.

"These little devices are the core of our show! The slot machine determines a contestant's objective, while these thermometers measure his progress in fulfilling that objective! The objective can be just about anything, so there's always something fresh! Of course, there's gotta be a reason!" Spinning on the heel of his boots, he held out his mic to the audience with a winning smile. "TELL ME, FOLKS, WHY DO THEY DO IT?"

"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!" the croud shouted.

"IIIIII LOVE IT! Yes, Earthlings, the contestants are trying to earn fabulous prizes! And, if they manage to do well enough with a given objective, they'll be named owner of your planet- and have the option to sell it for trillions of credits! So stay tuned- because we're starting with everyone's favorite contestant!"

A spotlight shone to the side of the stage, Spandez holding out a hand.

"This guy's a long-time favorite. He's never racked up the cash for a Lightning Round, but he's here every season to give it a go. And that can-do spirit and the personal touch he puts into his work are exactly what makes this contestant everyone's favorite Dolgonian! Please welcome, this week's contestant from the Dolgon System, the one, the only... Pterrordactyl!"

A green-skinned alien resembling a prehistoric flying reptile walked onto the stage, waving at the audience. He was met by thunderous applause and whistles. A few of the audience members were even wearing homemade "We Love You Pterrordactyl" T-shirts and holding out posters for him to sign. The bounce in the creature's step indicated he was quite happy to be returning to the show, and the blush and head rub indicated he was flustered by all these fans.

"Popular as ever, Pterrordactyl! Welcome back to the Conquest Hour!"

"T-thank you Mr. Spandez sir! It's great to be back!"

"And it's always great to see a contestant again! So, as a six-time contestant, how do you feel about your chances this time?"

"Pretty good Mr. Spandez! I'm gonna rock the challenges, no matter what they are!"

"That's the optimism we love out of ya, big guy! But first... tell us what you'll been doing with your winnings THIS year!"

"Oh um... well... I decided that... well, there's a lot of kids out there who don't have a mother or father to help them, and they end up on the streets... so, that's why I opened the orphanage in year one, so that those kids could find loving homes. I've been using winnings from the show to keep it up and running. Today, though, I'm hoping to use the winnings from this round to start a fund to find organs for underpriveleged people in need of a transplant!"

"Cheerful, optimistic, AND charitable! Folks, let's give Pterrordactyl all our support as he spins the wheels and finds out what he's got to do!"

The ever-popular Pterrordactyl squawked nervously as he pulled the lever, the wheels turning into place with a CHA-KUNK as Spandez took the ticker tape the machine produced. The Lord of Bloodsport read it with a winning smile.

"Looks like this season's off to a great start! I'm sure you know this, Pterrordactyl, but we've got some of the savages on the planet below listening in. The game starts as soon as you teleport down. You must fulfill as much of your objective as possible before locals can stop you! By doing so, you earn cash prizes AND bonus prizes from our sponsors at Badurong Corporation! Your objective is to make the native children cry, and to earn bonus cash, destruction of food. To clarify, you must render the food unfit for human consumption. You're always the type to do research, so I'm sure you've got a plan to win..."

"BIG MONEY! BIG PRIZES!"

"IIIIII LOVE IT! We now return you savages to your regularly scheduled programming, but if you want to keep up with the show, check with your local cable providers for the new Badurong Broadcasting Network, available for free!"
Freddy Fazbear's Security Room/Dimensional Transport Chamber


"That's what I like to hear! We're going to rip this castle a new one!"

"UTINI!"

With that, the Jawa gave a thumbs-up. A portal fizzled into being, the same smooth edges as the one that took Raditz out of the space bar. Kelly smiled and clapped Raditz on the shoulder before jumping in.

"Well then, let's get us some pudding."

The Demon Castle of Count Dracula: Castlevania



Towers of white stone shot skyward. Behind them, a drawbridge separating the castle from an endless ocean of clouds and a night sky in eternal twilight. Ahead, stairs led down into a corridor where a horde of zombies shambled about blindly, chewing on everything in sight. One managed to impale itself on a candle tree... only for more to pull themselves from the pool of blood.

Of course, at the other end of the hall, was an archway leading to a room with a huge rock in the middle and the sound of running water. Kelly let out her Crobat, nodding in approval as she looped her hands around the bat's back.

"Okay, you're with the PTO, so I assume you can fly, right?"
Well, the idea I had for Devil Dinosaur is kind of silly, in that he's a timecop from a destroyed future, trying to hunt down Kang the Conqueror and probably eat him. Since he's not even sure he's on the right timeline though, he's just settled in to try and prevent as many apocalypses as possible.
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