GOD
As the acient figure sat floating within the darkness of his 'unreleased' world. His pure black cloak seemingly made of fire as it rippled within the air. A young group of children faded into the void, "yes?" God questioned in a deep, dark voice. "It's time" on of the girls replied in a cheery voice. "very well" God replied before swinging his arm forward and to the side, as his arm moved the world his predicesor had created began to come into view, the dark blue oceans and green lands. "pick your fighters" he told the children before a small screen apaeared infront of each of them, they began tapping and slideing along the screen as they picked their teams from the billions of the planet. God inspected each of the teams as they picked them. Around 5 minutes of selecting had passed before every child had picked their teams. "lets begin then" God Said triumphantly as he stood onto his and swung his arm once more creating 11 plantforms where a group of 5 people stood upon. "Hello, humans, I am God or 'Deus' i you wish. i have brought you here because we have selected you for the God Game, where the winning team will earn one wish each from me", he followed up quickly with a serious note "this is not just a game, if you die, you DIE, no comming back to life. The last team standing wins. now mascots take your teams." he finished as the 11 children floated over to their chosen teams. " now in the bottem left of your eye you will see a counter, that is how many there is left of you" as he swung his arm once more the teams dissapeared back onto earth, "Good luck teams" he said before once again sitting in the air watchig the world"

Michael Buchanon

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Peachy.

Michael Buchanon heard the deity's voice, reverberating through his eardrums, and immediately shoved himself to his feet. He'd been lying in the middle of - it looked like a park, with benches and trees and things - and already he felt the blood roaring in his ears. A God's game, eh? Some kind of wish at the end? Seemed about right. He had heard of the strange game before - whispers and legends, mostly, passed down from his crazy uncle Hector. Hector had said that a Genie's game would happen, where everyone was forced to kill each other for the good of the game. He raised a hand to touch his chin, a force of habit picked up over many years of heavy thought, and immediately recoiled.

His hand was glowing white.

And it was giving off a lot of heat.

He filed this information away for later, instead watching the city through questioning eyes, his freaky-ass glowing hands curled into tight fists. Right. So, they were in the middle of a God's Game, just one 'team' of many, then? Which meant that there were all kinds of other players, other teams, looking for a slice of his action. His prize.

That wasn't happening.

He turned to the other figures, careful not to touch his hands to the rest of his body. "Hey, guys." He said, grinning. "You ready to play?"

Drake was walking through an alleyway when he suddenly fell back into nothing, he continued to fall through some kind of black tunnel, when he reached the light at the bottem he opened his eyes and saw a huge expance of darkness. he was standing on a large white panel along with 4 others. He quickly checked his arm and noticed he was wearing his gear, meaning they could'nt see his face. "good" he thourght to himself before noticeing 10 other white panels with five siloets on them. When he saw 'God' walk onto a platform above them, he was shocked, god was only human sized and wore a black cloak made of fire with a hood over his face. As the deep voice Swung around the large room, he listened closely to the rules of this game. "so their only siloets so we do'nt know each other's identity, only our team does" he said to himself before God spoke again, "there is a number in the bottem left courner of your sight, this will update you on the amount of players and your team's status". Drake looked back at his team, they seemed strong enough together, and he could handell himself.

Sundenly the platform dissapered and Drake found himself waking in the alleyway, "so the game starts" he mumbled to himself as he picked himself up off the ground. As he Quickly peeked a the number in his vision, "55". "So their are 50 people we have to kill, Fun" he said sarcasticly as he began to "walk back into the town.

Saba had fallen asleep under a tree in the park. Then all of a sudden a loud deep voice announced, "Welcome to The Games Miss Hero." And with that she suddenly felt a drop and felt her stomach do a flip as she felt herself falling but unable to open her eyes. After for what seemed like ages gone by, she was able to regain the control of her eyelids and force them open only to be attacked with bright sunlight and colors. Saba looked around, it had looked like she was in a park in a city. "Whats going-" She stopped speaking hearing the same deep loud voice explaining some rules. "there is a number in the bottem left courner of your sight, this will update you on the amount of players and your team's status".

She looked around frantically and a bit worried. She felt herself and found that her bow was still on her back and her quiver stocked full of her silver arrows. She also noticed that she still had her rope fastened to her weapons belt around her waist and the small combat knife safely secured around her thigh in the strap. Everything seemed to be in check and there with her from when she had fallen asleep before.

Saba looked around and saw a man older than her. But he was strange his hands were glowing white. How is that possible? Saba sniffed the air around her and smelled heat coming from him. 'That's strange. I've never smelt or seen anything quite like that before?' She thought. Being her normal overly curious self, Saba made her way toward him and asked in a small voice, "Sir? Is there something wrong with your hands?"

Michael Buchanon
Park, New York City
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Michael had just finished speaking when a girl's voice, small and seemingly scared, floated towards him. He whirled, white fists clenched, the sun casting reflections off of them as he squinted, making out her profile. It was blurry, though - he couldn't quite see through the weird haziness his gaze had taken. It looked like there were three different versions of the female, all in a different colour. Squinting, he realized he could see her heart, lungs, nervous system - all in one neat little package.

Well. That was...

That was gross.

Sighing, he raised a hand to wave at her, the appendage causing heat waves to simmer and warp the air around them. "Yup. I think they're hot; like, really hot. I would shake your hand, but... well, I can't even touch myself. I think when we started this whole God Game thing, we got powers of some kind."

He cocked his head as he looked at the girl, his hands kept far away from his body. "You're on my team, right? I assume so - we did start close together. If not, it'll be a shame to kill you. You're pretty cute."

He gave her a wolfish grin, the attractiveness of his features offset greatly by the fact that his hands could melt steel, and the place where he woke up was slowly turning from charred grass to a full on fire. He didn't notice - just kept grinning at the pretty lady. Like an utter tool.

Saba stared back at the man. He was looking at her, it was almost as if he could see inside her. It made her a bit offset but she pushed that feeling away. "I think when we started this whole God Game thing, we got powers of some kind." The man said. Powers? Oh yeah. Shifting was hers, but if she had that power...'What other special abilities do the others possess? Are they perhaps stronger than my own?' She thought to herself.

She was thinking of all the possibilities when her train of thought was interrupted by the man speaking once more. "You're on my team, right? I assume so - we did start close together. If not, it'll be a shame to kill you. You're pretty cute." Saba blushed and smiled at the man. His hands were so bright that it was like his body was glowing. She couldn't help but get a closer look so she walked up to him. It was tempting to touch his hands to see how hot, but her animal told her that it would harm her so she refrained from it.

"Yes, well, I can see you, so I believe we are on the same team. Good thing too, you look like a fighter to me." She grinned back at him. "My names Saba. What's yours?" She was getting more comfortable and wanted to know more.

She couldn't help her animal anymore, something that was hard for her to keep in check. She began to sniff the man but caught the scent of something burning. That's strange. She looked around at his hands and then behind him. The grass was burnt. 'How strange?' She thought to herself.

Something hard was against her head. A wall. A brick wall. Ky opened her eyes. She was sitting up, propped up against a wall. The sky was a bleak gray hue. Ky grimaced. Her head hurt. She took in the words the voice in her mind said, and took note of the number in the corner of her eye. She rose, preparing herself. She rolled her neck, pleased to hear a few pops, and cracked her knuckles. Standard fight procedure for Ky. She looked across the empty street and saw figures in a park. She stuffed her hands in her pockets and strode across the street.

“Hey,” she said, glancing at them and rubbing weariness from her eye.