Okay so I’m still in shock (pun intended), but somehow despite poisoning Lightning, I won the first round of the Adventure Rules Blogger Blitz event. Winning is a new concept for me, and it feels REALLY awkward honestly, but I’m very grateful for this opportunity to compete in the semifinals. It wasn’t an easy victory to get here either. NekoJonez wrote up one heck of a sales pitch for Indiana Jones. If I ever get brave enough to try a cosplay someday, you better believe I’m going to try being IndianaLightning! I also got to meet a really awesome blogger, and I’m super excited for his upcoming Zelda project. Definitely give him a follow if you aren’t already.
Oh and I also get to partially blame NekoJonez for the craziness I’m about to put Lightning through (thanks, buddy).
Lightning Farron Vs Mega Man in… Soccer Survival!
To quote the gracious Blogger Blitz host:
“The two competitors in this event are pitted against each other in a Mario Strikers -style soccer match. Each one will be the captain of a soccer team filled with bumbling randoms and compete for victory. All weapons and abilities are totally legal. However, to get to the soccer match, each character must survive for 24 hours in the world of their opponent. Can Mega Man survive wildlands ravaged by massive beasts and the suffering zombie-like cieth? Can Lightning gun down six to eight robot masters corrupted and controlled by the wicked Dr. Wily? There’s no rest period between the survival and the soccer, so resource management will be a huge part of this event. Which competitor will still have the energy and supplies to win the soccer match after a day in their opponent’s world?”
And just who is Mega Man’s master?
My opponent this time is THE Well-Red Mage himself, and unlike my first opponent, this great mage and I have a bit of a history. We started blogging around the same time, and he is my 3rd ever blog follower. I’ve enjoyed watching his blog grow into the stronghold of civil discussion it is today. I’m also proud to support him and the other mages on Patreon (definitely consider it too if you want to help support GOOD video game journalism).
So this is kind of ironic – the Well-Red Mage’s childhood hero against my inspiring idol. And oh, how I really wish it didn’t have to come to this, but just like my shero, I’m not going down without a fight first!
So here we go, my mage friend… here are my 800 words. Let’s dance!!!
Guess there’s no rest for the 500-year-old demigoddess, huh? I’ve been the outcast soldier, the army of one who brought fate to its knees. I’ve been the knight of a goddess – the chosen one – torn from time and forced to fight an endless battle. I’ve risen above the pain of death, dishonor, and despair. There was no time for my selfish misery… the people of a dying world needed me to be their savior. And now I have to ‘survive’ 24 hours of breaking robots in this simple flatland? This is nothing to me! Compared to my infinite hell of a lifetime, one single day passes faster than a flash of lightning.
I remember the terribly voiced cutscene that played as I crossed the rift into this world. That Dr. Wily clown foolishly threatened me and then unleashed this army of useless robots. He rambled about how he ‘brilliantly’ stole them from some guy named Dr. Light. He thought this world was his now… He shut up when I cleaved apart the first wave with one swipe of my blade. Guess he wasn’t expecting Dr. Lightning’s divine intervention.
Now I effortlessly traverse these 8-bit obstacles, kicking aside these outdated tin-heads as I go. I don’t need to waste mana on magic – my restored Crimson Blitz blade destroys them just fine. I don’t grow weary from dodging… I’m no longer human. I’m just a God’s tool and a fool who can never be free.
My mind is steel, I move on instinct, and time is meaningless. I’ve already downed five of the big ones he called bosses. No matter the retro mechanics, they fall to my holy blade just like the rest. A target’s a target. I ready my blade to strike the next…
“Time’s up!!” A booming voice shatters the world, and in the blink of an eye, I’m standing in the middle of a soccer stadium.
The so-called God of All-Games has pulled me into this realm for an anything goes soccer match. This is the next phase of the crazy competition I wanted no part in. Standing across from me is Rock, or Mega Man… something like that. Whatever the real name, he is my opponent. Sizing him up, I doubt a soccer ball could fit in his arm cannon. He’ll have to kick the ball just like me. And is that a L’Cie brand on his other arm? Seems androids can turn Cie’th too… but yeah, looks like he spent time on my old world, and it didn’t go well.
This God grants us random teams to lead and four unfamiliar androids appear behind Mega Man – his three sidekicks and a goalkeeper in net. I’m hesitant, but I turn to see who my random idiots are…
“Hey, sis! Admit it, you missed us.” Snow, the brother I love and never wanted.
“I know that look. Careful or she’s gonna hit ya.” Fang was right. I did want to hit him.
“Great, it’s you people again.” Poor Sazh, always dragged into my messes.
Our reunion is cut short when the whistle blows, but wait… we don’t have a goalkeeper… and they’re… booing us?
Of course, they wouldn’t give us a fair chance. We’re the ones everyone hates. I feel the poison hatred flow from the crowd – fueling my darkness, igniting my rage, and swelling my sorrow. I want to both howl like a monster and sob like a weak child… but my heart is trapped in this hollow nothingness. Why bother? Why do they hate us so much?!
“ODIN!!” On instinct, I scream the name louder than a roar of thunder. In an explosion of scarlet light, my partner appears at my side. We exchange a silent nod, an unspoken bond forged long ago, and he quickly charges to protect our net – all before the beloved Team Mega Man can score. The crowd of trolls can hate all they want, I no longer hear them.
With the match in progress, we have to think on the fly – something our battle system has taught us well. We shift Paradigms as needed, and I’m the Commando who can get this squad through anything. Our two teams are evenly matched and we trade goals often. Soon, I stop paying attention to scores, focusing only on leading my friends. I… I missed them.
Before I know it, the end siren sounds.
“Game! The winner is…”
I don’t care the final result. You know what? It doesn’t matter if we win or lose, if people love us or hate us. In the end of it all, fate’s verdict is the same for everyone. When that darkness consumes us, and all hope is lost, we embrace the strength of love… and use it to control the chaotic power of Lightning.
Did Lightning strike twice, or did the Blue Bomber give me a good old fashioned beatdown? That’s up to the five talented judge people to decide! And no, I’m not sucking up when I say this – they really are amazing people, so go check them all out: James of QTX, Athena of AmbiGaming, Geddy of Nostalgia Trigger, Chris of OverThinker Y, and Destiny.
Wannabe Writer’s Notes:
-Shout-out to all the other Blogger Blitz competitors I haven’t mentioned yet: Kim of Later Levels, Luke of Hundstrasse, Luna of GamersUnitedGG, Teri Mae of Sheikah Plate, and Lodestar_Valor. It’s been a blast reading everyone’s posts and Twitter banter. I haven’t had this much fun writing and blogging since, well, ever!
-OMG, I can’t wait to see how Ian draws the results for this match! I don’t care who ultimately wins this thing, the host is the true champion! 😀
-Hey! Listen! Is it Friday yet?? The suspense is already killing me!! Help! Dammit, be cool Ellen… sigh.
⚡Thanks for reading!⚡