Night 8

Sephiroth hurried down the hallways, a grimace on his disfigured face. He stopped outside the door of his target. He stood, contemplating for a minute or so… then, returning to reality, he blew the door off its hinges with a single hand motion.

Inside was Lord Zant, Usurper King to the Twilight Throne, covered as always by his enigmatic mask.


He was standing upright, facing the doorway, as if he already knew someone was coming for him. He spoke, breaking the silence.

“You… you are here to kill me. Very well, then. Ganondorf wills it, does he not? He is my lord and master. If he has ordered my death, surely he has a good reason for it…”

Sephiroth was annoyed by his opponent’s attitude. He didn’t come here to kill a weakling who wouldn’t defend himself. He wanted a real challenge… and although Zant couldn’t provide that, either, if he fought back it would be a little more fun, at least.

“Fool. Don’t you realize that you’re just a pawn?”

“What… are you talking about?”

“Ganondorf doesn’t really care about you. You’re just his puppet- he kept you alive and in power while you still had a use for him, and now that your usefulness has run out, he’s just going to kill you off. Him and Bowser, those two are as thick as thieves… perhaps they are thieves as well.”

“You lie! Ganondorf is the great one, the creator of the twilight! He would never sentence me to death if he didn’t plan on bringing me back later. He needs me to rule Hyrule for him!”

“Ha! Do you really think he gives a damn whether you live or die? He was just going to throw you away at the quickest opportunity he got. You’re worthless; now you’ll die for it.”

Now something in Zant snapped. He had never been truly stable to begin with. It seemed Sephiroth’s little scheme had worked; now Zant was angry and filled with insane rage. This would be an interesting fight.

“Worthless? I am the King of the Twilight! I have brought terror to Hyrule! I will not allow you to insult me in this way… no, I will not be content to die any more. Now it is YOU who will die! Hahaha!”

Zant raised his arms, covered in the sleeves of his robe. All of a sudden, a dark mist descended over the room. When Sephiroth could see again, he was in a place full of swirling darkness, and standing on nothing… perhaps this was the Twilight Realm.

Zant appeared from the swirling darkness. He fired dark energy blasts at Sephiroth continuously. Sephiroth, dodging the blasts, raced towards Zant. As he swung his blade, Zant burst into a million dark particles, reforming directly behind him. He blasted Sephiroth with dark energy, knocking him over.

As Sephiroth got up, Zant split himself into three copies and surrounded him.

“Hmph… bad idea.”

An explosion radiated outwards from Sephiroth’s body, striking all three copies. Two burst into twilight particles; the third was blasted backwards. Sephiroth walked up to Zant and, before he could rise to his feet, kicked his helmet off.


“AARGHHH! Noone lays eyes on my face and lives to tell the tale! DIE!”

Zant rushed into a mad frenzy, striking at Sephiroth with magically charged fists. Sephiroth, deflecting blows, saw an opening and sidestepped out of the attack. He brought his blade down, severing both of Zant’s hands. The mad king screamed in pain.

“No… you are mistaken. No one who sees MY face will live.”

With that, he sliced Zant’s head off, his red eyes glistening.

The dark mist once again covered Sephiroth’s eyes, and in a moment he had returned to the laboratory. He left the room, his face hidden in the shadows.

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Gruntilda was busy catching up on her missed beauty sleep tonight. She snored twice as loud as before, and often cackled in her sleep. The sound was so loud that she didn’t wake up when a dark figure dropped from a ceiling vent into her room.


The figure grabbed Grunty by her feet and spun, flinging her at the wall. Gruntilda, now wide awake, leapt to her feet, shouting at the entity.

“Who are you, some kind of creep?
Who dares interrupt my beauty sleep?
You must be some kind of twisted perv,
To throw a girl at a wall- you’ve got some nerve!”

The silhouetted figure responded, in a heavy accent.

“Why, it’s a me! Don’t you-a know who I am?”

“Stop playing games, I do not care!
You’re not much worse than that bird and bear!
And now I think you must pay hell,
So taste my super magic spell!”

Raising her short, stubby hands over her head, Gruntilda threw a magical ball of energy at the silhouette. The figure, however, pulled a bright yellow cape from his pocket, and used it, somehow to deflect the attack straight back at the witch. Grunty was thrown back against the wall, and fell to the ground.

“Heh… you’re not-a so tough for a wicked witch, eh? Not very scary, either.”

“Silence you fool, I’ll get you yet!
Although it appears that a sequel is my best bet!”

The figure threw a fireball at Gruntilda, setting her on fire. Then he left through the ceiling vent, jumping up into it. What was left of Grunty in the morning was… well, about as attractive as what she was before.


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Alive: 12
Sasaki Kojiro
Askthepizzaguy
Gobbledygook
Shinseikhaan
Olavi
Khazaar
Diana Abnoba
navarro951
Ichigo
TheFluffyOne
Boudica (Rebuilt)
Beefy (Revived)

Dead: 26
Sasaki Kojiro (RAAM)
Jolt
Glenn (Orochi)
White_Eyes
GeneralHankerchief
Greyblades
Ichigo (Black Shadow)
pevergreen
Reenk Roink
YLC
A Very Super Market
Lord Winter
Psychonaut
Quintus.JC
llf829 (Wrath of Slots)
Captain Blackadder
shlin28
SernoSerbo (Wrath of Kirby)
El Diablo
taka
Thermal Mercury
Splitpersonality (Again.)
LittleGrizzly
Glenn (Wrath of a God)
Yoyoma
AggonyDuck

Day 9 Begins.