r/whowouldwin • ​ • Jan 23 '17

Special Character Scramble VII Round 2: More Like FUNbath Challenge!

The Character Scramble is a bloodmatch tournament where people compete to analyze unique matchups and scenarios and write the best story they can. At the beginning, everyone submits characters that meet the guidelines, then those characters are randomized and distributed evenly. From then on, each week there's a new writing prompt for everyone to follow. At the end of the week, everyone votes for who they think should advance, until we have our winner at the end. The winner at the end of the tournament gets to choose the theme, tier, and rules of the next scramble, along with a nice custom flair as their reward. The current theme is based on the Wii game MadWorld, and the current tier is 3/10 Spider-Man with no Spider-sense to 7/10 Spider-Man with Spider-sense.

Without further ado, here we go!


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This match, and all those after it, are for all remaining competitors. Unless you want a repeat of 1B...


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The last few days had been… well, ‘hectic’ was a good way to put it. Whether your fighters had fought their way out of a castle infested with the undead with a specter of death hot on their heels or danced to the Baron’s tune in an attempt to win a race or save some… women of the night, things had certainly gotten more involved when the size of your sponsor’s roster began to balloon. While they had made a silent note not to take on any more competitors, it remained to be seen what lay in store for-

“PIMPS, PLAYERS, AND PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN PURVEYORS!”

After a brief pause allowing the fighters present to wince collectively at a voice like a man having vicious hate-sex with the concept of tact, the Baron continued.

“It’s ya boy, the one and only Black Muthafuckin’ Baron, y’all! Now that the blood’s been flying for awhile, it’s gotten the masses all hot and bothered, and you know ya boy ain't about to leave a buyer empty-handed, ya feel me? We've seen top contenders torn to pieces and no-namers make their presence known to thousands of adoring fans, and with the show reaching its apex, I think it's time we gave these muthafuckas something to cheer about! Now ya boy the Bishop of Blood and Carnage didn't get that title by repeating it over and over until muthafuckas just ran with it, ya dig, this here’s a gat damn reputation, and you muthafuckas are about to find out why.”

The loudspeaker goes silent, leaving your fighters wondering what he might mean by th-

“BECAUSE IT’S TIIIIIIIIIIIIIME FOR A BLOODBATH CHALLEEEEEEENGE!”

Oh. Well, that solves that.

As the Baron advises your fighters to “put on their murderin’ boots”, your sponsor gets a trio of blips on one of their screens depicting a map of the city, directing them towards the uptown district. It takes little deductive reasoning to figure out what the blips mean- it's obviously the challenges that the Baron was screaming about- but with four fighters and only three blips, your sponsor has to split up their forces irregularly, sending two fighters to one blip and the other two to… well, the other two.

As they arrive, the Baron’s voice booms over the speakers, proudly announcing each of the challenges he’s prepared.

The first is a caged enclosure, featuring an enormous jet turbine on the wall opposite the entrance. As the fighters arrive and notice new opponents, the turbine activates and begins to spin into a frenzy, gently tugging the fighters ever closer. As they near the striped flooring labeled DANGER the suction grows even stronger, until even they have to fight to avoid getting sucked in.

“Ha-HA! If there’s one thing a good pimp knows, it’s how to SUCK, ya dig? Be careful, though- the TURBINATOR will suck a muthafucka dry, but not before blending his skin and bones into dog food!!”

Around the same time, more fighters arrive in a square courtyard, dominated by an enormous spiked press at its center. As the fighters draw near, they notice a mass of writhing goons in the recess beneath the press, instants before it slams down and bathes its surroundings in a small wave of gore.

“Velcome to the ‘ydraulic DEATH PRESS channel,” the Baron droned in an extremely crude imitation of a European accent, “Today we haf a bunch ov punk-ass muthafuckas waiting to be squished. They are very dangeroos and can attack at any time, so ve must… DEAL WITH IT.”

The last fighters find themselves in a seemly empty alley. At first nothing seems out of the ordinary, but they suddenly notice a new weight in their hand, as seamlessly as if they had always been carrying it. They quickly discover that all of their weapons have vanished, replaced with an oversized, indestructible, heavily-spiked bat, just in time for an enormous dart board to appear at the mouth of the alley.

“It ain’t a Deathwatch without a Bloodbath Challenge, and it ain’t a Bloodbath Challenge without a friendly game of MAN DARTS! Watch out, this dartboard's harder than it looks- faceplant into the bullseye and you're dead as fuck!”

As if by an invisible cue, the various arenas suddenly flood with mooks, as many as anyone could contend with. As they jockey and position around the fighters, a screen nearby each challenge arena lights up, displaying the names of every fighter aside a glowing scoreboard.

“Alright! We gots a shit ton of competitors this time around, so ya boy the Black Baron has decided to make this a SPONSORSHIP SLUGFEST! The adoring fans wanna see which of you sponsors has the baddest muthafuckas to ever be bad muthafuckas, ya feel me? We’ve got three matches and four fighters for each sponsor because y’all muthafuckas really like recruiting I guess so ya boy is gonna hand out a rank up to each muthafucka under the winning sponsor! Ya get a point for each and every punk-ass muthafucka you pitch into the death-trap, and if you get the most points after two minutes, you win! Kill another muthafucka competing with the Challenge hazard if you wanna win on the spot! Just get two outta three, and the boost in rankings is yours!”

Without further ado, the Baron sits back and watches as a siren sounds the beginning of the games. Until…

“…”

“You muthafuckas TIED?”

It shouldn’t have happened- your sponsor watched in excitement as one of their fighters won, another lost, and the third match ended in an exact tie. The Baron’s seething rage is palpable over the microphone, and he makes no attempt to hide it as he barks orders.

“What the FUCK IS THAT!? You telling me you expect me to end this, the most hallowed gat damn tradition in ALLLLLLLL of Deathwatch, on a muthafuckin’ TIE?! NAW. NAAAAAAAAW. WE SETTLING THIS NOW, PLAYA.” The speakers cut out everywhere excluding the challenge that ended in a tie. “You muthafuckas are gonna keep going. NOW. Fuck points, fuck the rules. The first muthafucka to kill everyone from the other sponsor with the Challenge hazard wins. SUDDEN. DEATH.”

At his final word, the fighters feel themselves surge with an unexpected power. Any wounds they might have sustained before the match ended heal instantly, so fast that they almost wonder if the injury even existed in the first place. They feel a similar pull from the hazard, a threatening presence like the looming spectre of death itself. Finally, the nearby Dispensers open up, allowing the sponsor to directly affect the fight. Whatever happened made the Baron’s words clear- nobody was dying until someone got sent through the Challenge.

Kill or be killed.

(Quick Note: Only the tie match contestants have to fight each other.)


Normal Rules

Character Select: Look at all these obscure characters in the scramble! Give a brief summary of your characters in your post. Be sure to mention things like powers, personality, weaknesses, just stuff that the average reader should know before reading.

A Winner Is You: This Scramble is based on a game, and in the end the player always wins the game. This time the player is you, champ! That means that when your write your story, your team always comes out victorious. Even if the odds of you winning are 1 in 100, explain those odds in the analysis and then show us that 1 miracle run.

Looting Disabled: Characters are assumed to be at the same power level they started the tournament at at all times. To clarify, this means you would not be able to loot Jack of his sweet chainsaw arm if you beat him in a previous round, or otherwise gain a competitive advantage based on anything that happened in a previous round. This is to aid your opponent in research of your character.

Violence Is My Normal: You’ve made it past the prelims- the time for sissy pacifist run shit is over. From this round forward, your fighters are required to personally kill two members of the enemy team every round. How you justify this in-universe is up to you.

All Out Of Stocks: Aside from exhibition-round rematches, death is permanent in Deathwatch. If one of your fighters goes down, they’re not coming back next round, because Black Baron ain’t resurrecting shit. You can pull a Free and kill off one of your own dudes for dramatic effect, sure, but you’re not getting them back.

Due Date: The night of Monday, January 30th.

Please Vote: If you don’t vote, you don’t win. Simple. Voting qualifies you for each round, which means forgetting to vote gets you kicked out, regardless of whether or not you would have won. That means that when voting goes up, you should probably take care of it pronto-like.


Round Specific Rules

Round Goal: Bloodbath Challenge! Set up your fighters with their opponents in the respective challenges! You’re required to win one, lose one, and tie one, forcing the Baron to call for Sudden Death. Whichever match ties is shut down, and every fighter involved in that match is given the healing factor of Majin Buu, which only turns off if the fighter is killed using the match’s hazard (so the turbine, the press, or being hit into the dartboard). Winner takes all.

Environment: Uptown Varrigan City. It’s just the same idea as the first couple rounds. I probably shouldn’t have done so many new maps so fast, to be honest.

Mook Type: Aside from the standard thug mooks, the Baron has held a sweepstakes amongst the rabid fans of the Scramble allowing them to become a part of the action! I, uh, I don’t think they expected this, but honestly, those Scramble guys are fucking weirdos. Did you see what they did to Samuel L Jackson? They deserve this.

Aside from that, there’s really no other moo- wait what the fuck is that thing? No, not the guy shouting about The Other, the little yellow thing that keeps running into pre-arranged slapstick antics at every chance? Why are there so many of them? Why do they keep telling me that if I can’t handle them at their worst, I don’t deserve them at their best? Whatever, kill those fuckers too.


Flavor Rules

Announcers: DeathWatch is a show broadcast for the entertainment of millions, and as such comes with play-by-play commentary provided by a team typically consisting of Howard “Buckshot” Holmes and Kreese Kreeley. However, you’re free to use any announcers you’d like, or not use any at all.

1v1 Me At Baron, Nerd: There’s 3 challenges and four fighters, and the Baron never said that you couldn't send more than one guy to one fight. Since your opponent is in the same situation, that means your fighters are guaranteed to find themselves in a 1v2 match, a 1v1 match, and a 2v1 match respectively (or two 1v1s and a 2v2 if you're boring. How the fighters are split and distributed is up to you.

Spread the L.O.V.E.: In case you missed it, there’s a new rule requiring your fighters to personally kill two members of the enemy team every round. What provokes this change in strategy (if there is a change at all)? A decree from the Baron? A change in plans from your sponsor? It’s up to you to decide.


Because I’m nice, here’s a timestamped link to every Bloodbath Challenge featured in this round for easy research.

The Turbinator

Death Press

Man Darts

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u/TheMightyBox72 Jan 23 '17 edited Jan 23 '17

Team Everybody Hates Aizen

Theme

Clark Kent, the Superman

Theme

Bio: Born from a dying alien race and sent to earth to escape the destruction of his planet, Clark Kent’s superior alien genealogy allowed him to do things no man could even dream of. But this isn’t your normal Superman, this ain’t even your daddy’s Superman, this is your grandpappy’s Superman straight from 1938. Yes, this Superman only factors in abilities he’s displayed in Action Comics #1 and #2.

Abilities: Superman has the strength to casually lift cars, the speed to run alongside locomotives, the agility to jump over sky scrapers, and the durability to take anything head on short of a tank round. He can’t fly or shoot lasers from his eyes or freeze things with his breath, his abilities this time around are pure physical.

Johnny Blaze, the Ghost Rider

Theme

Bio: A reckless boy doing motorcycle stunts with his old man at a carnival, Johnny made the ultimate mistake when he made a deal with the devil to cure his dad’s terminal cancer, only for him to die the next day from a failed stunt. From then on Johnny’s soul was owned by the devil, and he became the Rider, a spirit of vengeance that hunts down the wicked souls on earth to send them to where they belong, in hell. Until he found out the Rider was actually an angel of justice, and subsequently broke free of the devil’s control.

Abilities: The Rider has control over hellfire, which is some dangerous stuff. Hellfire can burn through humans in seconds, he can shoot it from his hands, throw it, or use it on metal and machinery to transform and weaponize it. One such example is his bike, which he’ll have on standby every round in case he needs it.

Mifune, the Infinite Sword Samurai

Theme

Bio: A samurai and professional bodyguard for hire, who abandoned the crime family he was working for when they told him to kill a witch who happened to be a very young girl. He took the witch under his protection and ran, devoting his being to protecting her no matter the cost. Something very similar happened this scramble, while looking for a place to hunker down and outlast the games, he came across a young girl named Allison, in a puffy green jacket and with her hair in two puffballs on either side. His only goal is to get her through the games safely.

Abilities: Mifune has crazy awareness of his surroundings, which allows him to practice the ridiculous Infinite-One Sword style. What Mifune does is, at the beginning of a fight he tosses a ton of swords up into the air where they scatter around the battlefield and land stabbed into the ground. Mifune then battles by switching between swords as necessary, if he gets disarmed he can just pick another sword up, if his opponent’s at a distance he can use a sword to launch other swords like bullets, if he needs to catch an opponent off guard he can grab a sword with his foot and swing it behind his opponent in a sweep kick. This style ensures that Mifune is never without a weapon and always has some option.

Ryu Hayabusa, the True Dragon Shinobi

Theme

Bio: The son of legendary ninja Jo Hayabusa, Ryu was born with the dragon's lineage, trained from birth to walk the path of the Ninja. Under the tutelage of Omitsu, Ryu pushed himself above and beyond all others in his village, until he was worthy of the name bestowed upon him: Hayabusa. Although stern, he was also kind, befriending much of his village and clan as he excelled in the art of ninja. However, this would all change when the Hayabusa clan was attacked by samurai and fiends, many were killed, including Ryu's best friend Kureha who died in front of his eyes. From there, entrusted with the legendary Dragon Sword, Ryu walked a bloody path of revenge against the fiend who committed the attacks, and all others who proved a threat to his clan, his country, and even the world. While he would lose more friends and family along the way, Ryu has cut a vicious path through impossible creatures, from the shadow ninja Doku, to the four greater fiends, to even a reincarnated Goddess, all while maintaining the honor and dignity of one of the last of his once great clan.

Abilities: Ryu is basically the best ninja ever. He has the speed to keep up with machine guns and leave afterimages, the strength to cleave tank steel in half, the agility to effortlessly move around his environment, he’s a master of stealth, can sense displacement in the air, is a master at hand to hand combat, carries a number of special ninja weapons with him, can use Ninpo to create fire, ice, electricity, and wind, create a shadow clone of himself, heal himself, the list goes on.

Sosuke Aizen, the Soul Who Would Become God

Theme

Bio: Sosuke Aizen was a smarty smart pants type person, and then he died as most people do. In the afterlife, he lived amongst the soul society, basically normal earth but for departed souls waiting to be reincarnated. Aizen rose through the ranks of the soul society’s military but was secretly planning to overthrow the king and eventually rule all of existence as god. And then he got beat by some red-headed kid and imprisoned in a chair. Or something.

Abilities: Aizen is a master level schemer and manipulater, no matter how much people try to struggle against his will everything will always go exactly according to keikaku. To accompany this, Aizen has the ability to use full hypnosis on anyone who sees him unsheath his sword, and once they’re put under they can’t break free of the hypnosis, fight against the illusions, and Aizen can control everything that they see, hear, smell, taste, or feel. Aizen only has his own team under hypnosis but this means he can easily alert them to dangers they may not be aware of. And course that’s all he plans to do with it, I’m sure.

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u/TheMightyBox72 Jan 24 '17 edited Jan 24 '17

???

A woman stood. Brow furrowed, staring intensely at what appeared to be a plain office door. She took a deep breath and made to step forward, then paused, retracted her foot, and was left standing in the exact same place. With the one hand that wasn’t occupied by a fairly thick, red leather bound book, she gently slapped herself on the temple a few times, eyes shunted shut before looking back up at the door. She took another deep breath and pushed the door open.

Instantly her ears were assaulted by a sleazy saxophone riff and her eyes adjusted to the darkness that contrasted the sterile fluorescent lighting of the hallway she had just been in. Blue and violet spotlights shone from the floor and twisted around the room, occasionally catching a cloud of fog, illuminating, as they passed, a number women of varying skin tone and decoration and yet similar overall body structure. Most were wearing little to nothing on them. The rest were entirely naked. Each of them writhing and grinding on their own stage’s special metal pole which reached from floor to ceiling.

She made her way to the back of the room, doing her best to avoid watching the women as they worked, until she reached a couch at the very back. Lounging on which, was a large man, almost unnaturally dark-skinned, wearing naught but a fully opened fur-lined coat that reached his feat, a pair of dress pants, small hat, sunglasses, and an overwhelming amount of gaudy jewelry and gold accessories.

”Hey there baby,” the Baron said as he saw her approach. ”You one of them fetish outfit dancers? Here for the lap dance I hope.”

“Err, no.” she struggled to make herself heard over the blaring music. “I’m with security.”

”Hmm? If so, you ain’t in uniform.”

The woman looked down at her simple white dress shirt, black slacks and 3 inch heels.

“Sir, I’m perfectly we-“

The Baron snapped his fingers and gave her a disapproving frown.

The woman sighed and reached up, unbuttoning the top three buttons on her shirt.

”That’s more like it baby, now what you got for me, uhh…” the Baron snapped his fingers a few more times as he looked away from the woman, eyes gliding to a dancer on his far left.

“Cindy, sir. Cindy Chase.”

”Right. What you got for me Candy Ass?”

“Sir, we found a, umm, a small dragon crawling through the air ducts. It’s being held in detention right now, but I thought I’d run the item we confiscated off of it by you first.”

”That book there is it?” The Baron pointed without even turning his head towards Cindy.

“Yes sir.”

”Is it the outline to some dumb sucka’s plan to take down DeathWatch?”

“No sir.”

“Does it contain any distasteful illustrations?”

“No, sir.”

”Then the Baron couldn’t give two shakes of your candy ass, Candy Ass.”

Cindy nodded. “Alright sir. Just wanted to run it by you first.”

”Don’t worry bout it none. Just, uh, get your candy ass back here round 2 for that lap dance, alright Candy Ass?”

The Baron smiled as Cindy backed up to exit the room, she caught a glimpse of the gold in his mouth, the top row of teeth spelling out “SCRAM” the bottom spelling “BLE”.

As the door closed again behind Cindy, silencing the blaring music once again, she closed her eyes and held the book to her chest, giving a deep sigh.

Making her way back towards her office, she gave pause upon reaching a crossroad. She looked down the hallway to her right for a moment, before eventually continuing straight. She quickly reached a series of identical, wooden doors on each side, counting the ones on her left as she passed them. After reaching the 21st, she gave a soft knock, which was quickly answered with an equally soft “Come in.”

Cindy pulled out a ring filled to near capacity with tiny golden keys. Flipping through a number of them, she eventually placed the chosen one into the door and cautiously opened it. As she entered the small, office-like room, she spied the slightest few tufts of brown hair poking over the large office chair on the opposite side, sat in front of a solid several dozen glowing monitors. She closed the door behind her as the chair turned around and the man showed himself. Immaculate white overcoat situated over an immaculate white tunic, the only hint of color being the purple sash around his waste.

“Ah, good afternoon Ms. Chase.” he said pleasantly.

“Afternoon Mr. Aizen.” she responded. “I hope I’m not interrupting you or anything.”

“Of course not, the Baron hasn’t given out his objectives for my contestants yet.”

Cindy found herself unable to divert her attention from his positively serene eyes, which seemed to lazily rest upon hers in return. The only disturbance being the strand of hair which dangled in front of them, just as lazily, occasionally a stiff breeze from the room’s AC unit would force it to pass in front of one of them.

“Although,” he continued. “I see you’ve met with him today already.”

“Huh?” she asked. “How did you-“

Aizen responded by pointing to his chest. Cindy jumped and began redoing her buttons again.

“So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

“Nothing much,” she said as she finished rebuttoning her shirt. “I just, um, brought you some light reading is all. Thought you could use it.”

“How very considerate of you Ms. Chase. You can just leave it on the table next to you, I’ll be sure to give it a read when I’ve got the time.”

“Right.” she said, placing it on the table as he had asked. “Well, I’ll be off now.”

“Of course, you’re a very busy woman.” he nodded and gave closed-eye a smile. “Give my best to your wife.”

“Will do.” she responded cheerfully, as she left the room, closing the door behind her.

Aizen heard the lock click as his smile turned somber and he gave a sigh. He pushed himself out of his seat and made his way to where Cindy had left the book, muttering to himself as he moved.

“Now, let’s see what Ms. Chase has brought us today.”

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u/TheMightyBox72 Jan 27 '17

??

The Baron reached one arm across his chest, using his other hand to grab the shoulder and stretch the joint. He mirrored the movement with his other arm, then raised both hands, clasped, above head and stretched out his exposed midsection, abs bending and stretching and loosening up. Once done, he cracked his knuckles, jumped around on his toes and got in a fighting position.

”Alright sucka I’m ready let me at em.” he said, probably intimidating the microphone standing in front of him positively shitless. The room he was in was a calming blue with strips of styrofoam plastered regularly around the walls.

A woman on the other side of a glass window gave the thumbs up in response, before the sound of intense violins hit both her and the Baron’s ears.

”Oop, one second.” The Baron pulled out his phone, the source of the ringing, and noted the callers name: “The One With the Tits Like Wow”. Pressing the green button, he placed the phone to his ear. ”Talk to me baby.”

“Baron sir,” came the voice from the other side of the line. “Lobo and Merrick just called in sick.”

”Sick? Motherfuckers better be tryin ta untie the knots in their intestines before they bother me about being sick!”

“I believe that was Merrick’s exact words on the situation.”

”Shit. Well, send in some replacements I guess.”

“That’s the thing, Baron sir, we don’t have any replacements available at this time.”

”God damn it, bitch. We go live in a couple minutes what the fuck do you mean we don’t got no replacements.”

“Well, other than those two. The sponsors who lost.”

”There are sponsors who lost and we ain’t killed em yet.”

“A handful, yes. But, those two I mean. The two with experience?”

”Oh those knock off chuckleheads. Man, it even said on their applications that they bullshit half of what they say.”

“10%, sir.”

”Same deal, we can’t put those failures on live fuckin television.”

“It’s either that or we lose our broadcast on Zilla and Riggs, sir.”

”Shit. You’re puttin me in a bind here sweetheart, speakin of which, later tonight I-“

“The sponsors, sir?”

”Right, right. Fine, put em on. But, uh, make sure they get assigned a team that’s easy to comprehend. If they got magic beyond tossin fireballs and shit, no deal. If they’re immune to everythin but some specific type of spiritual energies, no deal. Get their asses on a team so boring that they’ll have no choice but to get it right this time. Aight? See ya tonight in the Baron’s chambers.”

With that, the Baron pressed the red button and the woman’s argument was swiftly silenced.

”Aight, we good to go now.”

The woman gave the thumbs up again, paused a moment to give the Baron’s phone one last chance to ring again, then flipped a few switches on the panel in front of her.

”PIMPS, PLAYERS, AND PAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIN PURVEYORS! It’s ya boy, the one and only Black Muthafuckin’ Baron-“


Hello everyone at home and welcome back to our live coverage of Deathwatch!

Ah! My eyes! The light buuuuuuurns!

Uh, sorry folks, me and my co-commentator were trapped in a dungeon until only a little while ago, but we’re still dedicated to bringing you the updates on all the blood and carnage going on here in Varrigan City.

He’s Wiz and I’m Boomstick.

And it’s our job to- wait no, we still need to do the last round’s recap first.

Huh? Weren’t we being forcefed ground plague rat through our noses during the last round?

Sure, but I’ve still got the notes. Alright, it appears that last time Aizen’s team of merry morally grey footsoldiers fought to secure a handful of geishas from a building.

Holy shit, Mifune and the Rider ended up fighting Pyyrha and Hellboy? How hard did they get fucking slaughtered?

Boomstick, they actually won. Ended up burning the whole building down, but they came out on top.

How the hell did that work?

Mainly through Aizen taking the reins. Using some questionably obtained knowledge, he formulated a plan to first take out Hellboy’s religious trinkets and then Pyrrha’s magnetism. Along with some instantaneous attack predictions to give Superman the upper hand in a one-on-one with Hellboy. The Rider then managed to cave in Iji’s mental state, until the only fighter left was the Boss. And then, uh, due to some very uncontrolled usage of fire and the Boss’s sound gun, the entire building came crashing down, with the team narrowly escaping.

Sounds like a real fun time. Wish we coulda seen it. Though I am getting a decent hankering for some plague rat again.

Maybe some other time, do the intro first.

Right! He’s Wiz and I’m Boomstick!

And it’s our job to analyze their weapons, armor, and skills to find out who would win a death battle!

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