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2023.06.09 02:40 HOCKHOCKHOCKHOCKHOCK Chat GPT Death Battle tournament. Round 1!
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A while ago I had commenters vote on which characters they wanted to see in the tournament and I was able to actually get 16
The rules are simple. The tournament bracket was decided by age of the comment. First and Second comment where the first match, third and 4th were the second and so on. For each match I give a brand new ChatGPT thread the following prompt "Script a fight between [Character A] and [Character B]. The fight should start with the characters using their weaker abilities and pulling out stronger attacks as the fight goes on. You must decide who wins the fight based on logic and the fight must end in the death of the loser." I will not reset a script unless Rule 1 or 2 are broken. (Sometimes ChatGPT will literally replace the winner with "your winner pick")
Character submissions were as followed (btw I don't recognize almost half of these characters lmao) Tartaglia "Childe" Ajax - Genshin Impact - BandanaDeeMain Godzilla - Godzilla franchise - Mayo_enjoyer Kratos - God of War - NovaIBoo Jack Spicer - Xiaolin Showdown - Visux The Guardian - Destiny 2 - yeet7501 Son Goku - Dragon Ball - The3ggmanisBack Xeno Vegeta - Dragon ball Xenoverse - Sensless_fella Chuck Norris -
LAST DISCLAIMER: ChatGPT generated every fight on their own with the rules provided. I gave them no info on either character. Incorrect representation of personalities or abilities, as well as objectively false outcomes that may come from these fights are due to limitations by the AI itself.
FIGHT 1: Tartaglia (Genshin Impact) vs Godzilla (Godzilla Franchise)
INT. CITY SKYLINE - DAY
The towering figure of Godzilla stands amidst a devastated city, smoke rising from the wreckage. Suddenly, the water below ripples, and Tartaglia, known as Childe, emerges from beneath, his Hydro abilities ready for battle.
Tartaglia: (smirking) Looks like I found myself a worthy opponent.
Godzilla roars, shaking the surrounding buildings, and charges towards Tartaglia, determined to protect its territory.
Tartaglia swiftly dodges Godzilla's initial strike and retaliates with his Hydro skills, unleashing a torrent of water daggers. They pierce Godzilla's thick skin, drawing blood.
Godzilla roars in pain and counters with a powerful swing of its tail, aiming to knock Tartaglia off his feet. Tartaglia, using his quick reflexes, narrowly avoids the blow.
Tartaglia: Impressive, but let's see how you handle this!
Tartaglia unleashes his elemental skill, switching to his melee stance and summoning his Hydro blades. He charges at Godzilla, slashing at its legs with incredible speed and precision. The blades cut deep, causing Godzilla to stumble.
Enraged, Godzilla releases a blast of atomic breath toward Tartaglia. The Hydro warrior quickly dives into the water, using it as a shield, as the devastating energy beam obliterates the surrounding area.
Emerging from the water, Tartaglia combines his ranged and melee abilities, launching a barrage of water projectiles and slashing at Godzilla's vulnerable underbelly. The giant monster roars in pain and attempts to grab Tartaglia with its massive claws.
Tartaglia uses his agility to dodge the attack, leaping onto Godzilla's back. With a surge of Hydro power, he stabs his blades deep into Godzilla's spine, eliciting a pained roar.
However, Godzilla, fueled by its nuclear energy, begins to glow with an intense light, healing its wounds and growing stronger. It shakes Tartaglia off, causing him to crash into a nearby building.
Tartaglia struggles to his feet, his Hydro powers waning, and notices Godzilla charging up for a massive attack.
Tartaglia: This ends now!
Summoning every ounce of his strength, Tartaglia enters his ultimate form, Hydro Abyssal Strike. His blades transform into a massive Hydro cannon.
Tartaglia fires a powerful torrent of Hydro energy towards Godzilla. The blast pierces through Godzilla's defense, creating an explosion of water and causing the mighty beast to collapse.
Godzilla lies motionless, defeated, as Tartaglia surveys the aftermath of the battle. The once vibrant city is now in ruins.
Tartaglia: (catching his breath) Another victory for the Fatui.
Tartaglia, battered but triumphant, walks away from the scene, leaving behind the fallen titan.
WINNER: Tartaglia (Genshin Impact)
FIGHT 2: Kratos (God of War) vs Jack Spicer (Xiaolin Showdown)
[The scene opens with Kratos, the formidable God of War, standing in an ancient, desolate battlefield. Across from him stands Jack Spicer, the mischievous and eccentric villain from Xiaolin Showdown. The tension in the air is palpable as both warriors prepare for a battle of epic proportions.]
Kratos: (gruffly) You dare stand against a god, Spicer? Prepare to face the wrath of Olympus!
Jack Spicer: (smirking) Oh, I'm not afraid of some washed-up deity. I've got my own tricks up my sleeve!
[As the fight begins, Kratos lunges forward, swinging his chained Blades of Chaos with incredible force. Jack Spicer, quick on his feet, dodges the attacks skillfully, his nimble moves allowing him to evade the deadly blades.]
Jack Spicer: Hah! Is that the best you can do, Kratos? Try and catch me if you can!
[Kratos, unfazed by Jack's taunts, channels his rage and unleashes a powerful Spartan Rage. His muscles bulge, and he becomes an unstoppable force. With a mighty roar, he charges at Jack, launching a devastating barrage of strikes.]
[But Jack, ever the cunning trickster, pulls out a Shen Gong Wu, the Mantis Flip Coin. With a swift flip, he uses the coin's power to leap high into the air, evading Kratos' ferocious assault.]
Jack Spicer: Nice try, musclehead! But it'll take more than brute force to defeat me!
[Jack lands gracefully, summoning his signature tool, the Monkey Staff. As he swings it around, he channels its energy to unleash a flurry of projectiles towards Kratos. The godly warrior skillfully deflects them with his blades, each deflection creating a thunderous impact.]
Kratos: (smirking) You underestimate the power of a true warrior, Spicer.
[Enraged, Kratos channels his immense strength and summons the power of the Spartan Shield. As he slams it into the ground, a shockwave ripples outward, knocking Jack off his feet and causing the ground to tremble.]
[Unfazed by the display of power, Jack quickly recovers and reveals another Shen Gong Wu, the Silk Spitter. With a mischievous grin, he shoots sticky silk webs towards Kratos, hoping to immobilize the mighty god.]
[But Kratos, tapping into his godly abilities, summons the Winds of Hades. A powerful gust of wind emanates from him, tearing through the webs and sending them flying back towards Jack.]
[Realizing the fight is escalating to dangerous levels, Jack desperately reaches into his bag of tricks, pulling out the Shen Gong Wu that gives him the most power—the Moby Morpher. With a flash of light, he transforms into a formidable cyborg warrior.]
Jack Spicer: (grinning manically) Now I'm unstoppable, Kratos! Prepare for the end!
[As Jack charges at Kratos with newfound strength, the God of War, undeterred, draws upon his most potent weapon—the Leviathan Axe. With a mighty swing, he cleaves through Jack's cyborg armor, shattering it into pieces.]
[As Jack falls to the ground, defeated and severely wounded, Kratos stands over him, his gaze cold and unforgiving.]
Kratos: You dared challenge a god, and now you face the consequences. Your reign of chaos ends here.
[With one final strike, Kratos delivers a fatal blow, ending Jack Spicer's life.]
[The battlefield falls silent as Kratos, bloodied but victorious, surveys the aftermath of the battle. His godly power once again triumphant.]
WINNER: Kratos (God of War)
FIGHT 3: The Guardian (Destiny 2) vs Son Goku (Dragon Ball)
INT. DESTINY 2 ARENA - DAY
The Guardian, a legendary warrior clad in futuristic armor, stands confidently in the center of the arena. On the other side, Son Goku, an indomitable martial artist with spiky black hair, assumes his fighting stance.
The crowd roars in anticipation as the battle between two powerful worlds is about to commence.
The Guardian and Goku exchange nods, acknowledging each other's strength and determination. They begin circling each other, assessing their opponent's abilities.
Goku charges forward, launching a barrage of punches at the Guardian, who swiftly dodges and counters with a precision knife strike. Goku manages to block the attack with his arm, showcasing his incredible durability.
Guardian: Impressive! But let's see how you handle this!
The Guardian conjures a Void energy grenade, hurling it towards Goku. The explosive impact sends Goku flying back, crashing into the arena wall. He quickly recovers and counters with a Kamehameha wave, propelling himself forward.
The Guardian skillfully evades Goku's attack and retaliates with a Solar hammer strike, engulfing Goku in a wave of intense flames. Goku uses his Super Saiyan form, barely surviving the flames, and counterattacks with a series of powerful punches and kicks.
The battle escalates as the combatants exchange devastating blows, shaking the arena with each collision. The Guardian harnesses the power of the Arc, unleashing a torrent of lightning bolts towards Goku. Goku channels his Ki energy into a Spirit Bomb, colliding with the lightning and dispersing it.
Fatigued but undeterred, Goku transcends his limits, transforming into Super Saiyan Blue. His energy surges, and his speed and strength increase exponentially. Goku charges at the Guardian, launching a series of high-speed punches and kicks that rattle the Guardian's defenses.
Guardian: Is that all you've got?
The Guardian focuses their Light energy, activating their ultimate form—The Sentinel. A massive Void shield surrounds the Guardian, making them impervious to Goku's attacks.
Goku recognizes the danger and strategizes. He quickly teleports behind the Guardian, delivering a powerful punch to shatter the shield. Before the Guardian can react, Goku unleashes a fully powered Kamehameha wave at point-blank range.
The energy wave engulfs the Guardian, overwhelming their defenses. Unable to withstand the tremendous power, the Guardian is defeated and falls to the ground, lifeless.
Goku, panting and exhausted, looks at his fallen opponent with a mix of respect and sadness.
Goku: You fought valiantly. Rest now, warrior.
The crowd falls silent, witnessing the culmination of an epic battle. Goku's victory is apparent, but the cost is great.
WINNER: Son Goku (Dragon Ball)
FIGHT 4: Xeno Vegeta (Dragon Ball Xenoverse) vs Chuck Norris (Memes)
[Scene: A desolate wasteland, where Xeno Vegeta and Chuck Norris stand facing each other, radiating power.]
Narrator: In the ultimate clash of universes, two legends prepare to engage in an epic battle. On one side, we have Xeno Vegeta, a Saiyan warrior hailing from the Dragon Ball Xenoverse, possessing immense power and skill. On the other side, Chuck Norris, a meme-born legend, known for his indomitable strength and martial arts prowess. As the fighters prepare, the air crackles with anticipation.
Xeno Vegeta: So, Chuck Norris, I've heard tales of your legendary skills. Let's see if you can handle a true Saiyan warrior!
Chuck Norris: Hmph! I've faced countless opponents, and none have stood a chance. Prepare to be defeated, Xeno Vegeta!
[Round 1: Opening Attacks]
Xeno Vegeta: (charging energy in his hand) Galick Gun!
[Vegeta unleashes a powerful energy blast, aimed straight at Chuck Norris. However, Norris quickly sidesteps and counters with his own attack.]
Chuck Norris: (swiftly) Roundhouse Kick!
[Norris's kick connects with Vegeta's Galick Gun, dissipating the energy blast. Both fighters step back, realizing the power of their opponent.]
[Round 2: Escalating Power]
Xeno Vegeta: Impressive, Norris. But I'm just getting started! Super Saiyan!
[Vegeta's hair turns golden as he taps into his Super Saiyan power, increasing his speed and strength.]
Chuck Norris: Not bad, Vegeta. But I've got my own tricks. Ultra Instinct!
[Norris's eyes glimmer with a silver hue as he enters a state of perfect self-movement, predicting and dodging attacks effortlessly.]
[The battle intensifies as Vegeta and Norris exchange a flurry of punches, kicks, and energy blasts. Each fighter showcases their unique abilities, pushing themselves to the limit.]
[Round 3: Unleashing Devastating Techniques]
Xeno Vegeta: (breathing heavily) You're strong, Norris, but can you handle this? Final Shine Attack!
[Vegeta forms a massive energy ball above his head, charging it with incredible power, and launches it towards Norris.]
Chuck Norris: (calmly) It's time to end this. Norris Roundhouse!
[Norris spins in a blur, generating a cyclone of immense force that clashes with Vegeta's Final Shine Attack.]
[The resulting explosion shakes the battlefield, leaving a cloud of smoke obscuring the fighters.]
[Final Round: The Decisive Strike]
[Narrator: With the smoke clearing, the fate of the battle hangs in the balance.]
Xeno Vegeta: (emerging from the smoke, visibly injured) Norris... you're tougher than I thought.
Chuck Norris: (standing tall, a few scratches on his body) Likewise, Vegeta. But this ends now!
[Norris channels his legendary strength, gathering it into a single, devastating attack.]
Chuck Norris: Ultimate Memetic Fist!
[With a thunderous punch, Norris releases an unimaginable force, obliterating Vegeta and the surrounding area in a colossal explosion.]
Narrator: And so, Chuck Norris emerges victorious, harnessing the limitless power of the meme universe. Xeno Vegeta, valiant though he was, falls defeated in the face of Norris's unmatched strength.
[Chuck Norris stands amidst the wreckage, the battlefield trembling beneath his feet, as he looks on with an expression of victory and satisfaction.]
Narrator: In this clash of legends, Norris reigns supreme. A true champion of the meme universe.
[Scene fades out as the legend of Chuck Norris grows even stronger.]
Note: The outcome of the battle is based on the premise that Chuck Norris, being a meme legend, possesses invincible strength and power within the meme universe. The result may not adhere to the canonical power levels established in the Dragon Ball series.
WINNER: Chuck Norris (memes) before we get into the next fight i didn't actually add the note there, chatgpt did. i added this note tho...
FIGHT 5: Seiya (Saint Seiya) vs Ash Williams (Evil Dead)
Scene: A desolate battleground, with ruins and debris scattered around. Seiya, the Bronze Saint, stands tall, donning his iconic Pegasus Cloth. On the other side, Ash Williams, the chainsaw-wielding hero, appears, ready to face off against Seiya. The tension fills the air as the battle begins.
Seiya: (Confidently) "Prepare yourself, Ash! I'll show you the power of the Cosmos!"
Ash: (Smirking) "Well, well, a shiny tin can. Let's dance!"
Seiya initiates the fight with a series of swift punches and kicks, showcasing his extraordinary speed and combat skills. Ash, though not possessing supernatural abilities, relies on his quick reflexes and agility to dodge Seiya's attacks, managing to retaliate with his trusty shotgun. The Bronze Saint's Pegasus Ryuseiken clashes with Ash's shotgun blasts, creating sparks and smoke.
Seiya: (Focused) "Impressive, but let's see how you handle this!"
Seiya taps into his Cosmo energy, radiating an intense aura around him. His attacks become faster and more powerful as he uses the Pegasus Comet Fist, creating explosive impacts upon contact. Ash, realizing the increasing danger, summons the Necronomicon, reciting an incantation. The ground trembles as small demonic creatures rise from the earth to distract Seiya momentarily.
Seiya: (Determined) "I won't be swayed by your tricks, Ash! I'll surpass my limits!"
Seiya channels his Cosmo energy to its peak, ascending to his Seventh Sense. His Pegasus Meteor Fist launches a barrage of devastating punches, each carrying the force of a meteor. Ash, battered and bloodied, activates his chainsaw and prosthetic hand, gaining an extra edge. He swiftly maneuvers, using his resourcefulness to block and counter Seiya's attacks.
Seiya: (Exhausted but resolute) "This ends now, Ash! Pegasus Rolling Crush!"
Seiya performs his signature move, the Pegasus Rolling Crush. His fists spin with tremendous speed, creating a whirlwind of destructive force. Ash fights back valiantly, but the immense power overwhelms him. Unable to defend himself, he succumbs to the relentless assault, his body battered and broken.
Ash: (Weakly) "Damn... you... Saint... too strong..."
Seiya: (Breathing heavily) "It's over, Ash. Rest in peace."
Seiya delivers a final, powerful blow, causing Ash to collapse, lifeless, onto the battlefield. The clash of worlds ends, leaving Seiya victorious.
WINNER: Seiya (Saint Seiya)
FIGHT 6: Erika Furudo (Umineko) vs Naruto Uzumaki (Naruto)
Setting: A vast open field, surrounded by dense forests. The sky is clear, and an aura of anticipation hangs in the air as two legendary warriors prepare to face each other.
Erika Furudo, a cunning detective from the Umineko series, stands confidently, her piercing gaze fixed upon Naruto Uzumaki, the spirited ninja from the Naruto series.
Erika: (smirking) "Naruto Uzumaki, you're about to face the might of my analytical prowess. Let's begin, shall we?"
Naruto: (grinning) "Heh, bring it on! Believe it! Shadow Clone Jutsu!"
Naruto creates several clones of himself, surrounding Erika from all sides.
Erika analyzes the situation quickly and swiftly starts her counterattack.
Erika: "Red Truth: These clones are mere illusions, unable to cause any real harm!"
With her power of deduction, Erika sees through Naruto's clones and dispels them effortlessly.
Naruto: (impressed) "Not bad, but I'm just getting started! Rasengan!"
Naruto forms a spinning ball of chakra in his hand and charges towards Erika, aiming to deliver a powerful blow.
Erika evades Naruto's Rasengan by using her quick reflexes and agility. She counters with her own set of abilities.
Erika: "Blue Truth: Your Rasengan is a formidable attack, but it relies on close combat. Let's see how you handle this!"
Erika conjures a series of magic circles around Naruto, trapping him momentarily.
Naruto: (gritting his teeth) "Shadow Shuriken Jutsu!"
Naruto throws a barrage of shuriken, targeting Erika from different angles.
Erika skillfully dodges Naruto's shuriken, but realizes the need to take more decisive action.
Erika: "Golden Truth: The outcome of this battle will be decided by my intellect and strategy!"
Erika unleashes her most potent weapon, the Book of Truth. Its pages turn, and she recites an incantation.
Erika's Book of Truth casts a powerful spell, engulfing Naruto in a vortex of energy. Naruto struggles, but his determination refuses to waver.
Naruto: (grinning) "I won't go down that easily! Nine-Tails Chakra Mode!"
Naruto taps into the immense power of the Nine-Tailed Fox within him, enveloping himself in a glowing chakra aura.
Naruto charges forward, aiming to break free from Erika's spell. However, Erika's analytical prowess proves to be her greatest strength.
Erika: (confidently) "Red Truth: No matter how strong you become, your fate is sealed."
With her superior knowledge and understanding of Naruto's abilities, Erika casts a final, unbreakable spell, sealing Naruto's fate and extinguishing his life force.
Naruto: (weakened, gasping) "I... I can't... believe..."
With Naruto's defeat, his life force dissipates, leaving Erika standing victorious amidst the aftermath.
WINNER: Eriku Furudo (Umineko)
FIGHT 7: Cole MacGrath (Infamous) vs Alucard (Hellsing)
INT. ABANDONED CITY - NIGHT
The scene is set in a desolate, crumbling city, with flickering streetlights and a dark, eerie atmosphere. Lightning crackles in the distance as Cole MacGrath, a young man with electrical superpowers, and Alucard, a powerful vampire with shape-shifting abilities, face each other.
COLE MACGRATH (focused) You've caused enough chaos. It ends here, Alucard!
ALUCARD (smiling) Oh, how delightful! A worthy opponent.
Cole charges up his electrical energy, crackling with power. Alucard transforms into a swarm of bats, swirling around Cole before reassembling himself.
COLE MACGRATH (releasing a burst of electricity) Static Thrusters!
Cole propels himself towards Alucard, surrounded by a glowing electric aura. Alucard dodges nimbly, but a stray bolt catches him, causing him to stagger.
ALUCARD (chuckling) Impressive, but let's see how you handle this!
Alucard extends his hand, and shadows coalesce around him, forming a long, monstrous shadow blade. He lunges at Cole, who responds by summoning a massive electrical hammer, charged with electric sparks.
COLE MACGRATH (swinging the hammer) Thunderclap!
The ground shakes as Cole slams the hammer down, causing a powerful shockwave of electricity to surge through the area. Alucard is thrown back, momentarily stunned.
ALUCARD (amused) You have some fight in you, but I am not so easily defeated.
Alucard smirks and vanishes into the shadows, reappearing behind Cole with his razor-sharp claws extended. Cole reacts swiftly, creating an electric shield just in time to block Alucard's attack.
COLE MACGRATH (gritting his teeth) You're quick, but I can keep up!
Cole channels electricity into his fists, charging them with immense power. He delivers a series of lightning-fast punches, each strike sending bolts of energy towards Alucard.
ALUCARD (laughing) Such vibrant energy! But it's time to unveil my true power.
Alucard's body begins to change, growing larger and more monstrous. His eyes glow with an eerie red light as he releases an aura of dark energy, causing the surrounding area to tremble.
COLE MACGRATH (sternly) What the hell are you?
ALUCARD (fierce) I am Alucard, the No-Life King! Prepare to witness true darkness!
Alucard's transformation is complete, and he charges at Cole with incredible speed and strength, striking him with devastating blows. Cole's electrical attacks barely leave a scratch on Alucard's regenerating body.
COLE MACGRATH (winded) Damn it! This is tougher than I thought.
Determined, Cole summons his most powerful ability. He levitates off the ground, his body enveloped in an electric tornado, crackling with immense energy.
COLE MACGRATH (yelling) Ionic Storm!
Cole unleashes a devastating storm of lightning bolts, targeting Alucard from all directions. The energy rips through the environment, tearing apart buildings and reducing the surroundings to rubble.
ALUCARD (grinning) Impressive, but not enough to stop me!
Alucard's body absorbs the electrical energy, enhancing his powers further. He retaliates with a barrage of dark projectiles and releases an energy blast that tears through Cole's defenses, striking him directly.
COLE MACGRATH (weakly) No... it can't end like this.
Cole falls to his knees, weakened and exhausted. Alucard approaches him, a wicked smile on his face.
ALUCARD (victorious) Your resistance was admirable, but your power is nothing compared to mine.
With a swift motion, Alucard plunges his claws into Cole's chest, draining his life force and ending his existence.
ALUCARD (satisfied) Rest in darkness, Cole MacGrath.
WINNER: Alucard (Hellsing)
FIGHT 8: Reverse Flash (DC comics) vs Dragonborn (Skyrim)
INT. TIME VORTEX - DAY
Reverse Flash (Eobard Thawne), the malevolent speedster from the DC universe, and Dragonborn, the legendary hero from Skyrim, find themselves locked in a deadly battle within a swirling time vortex. They both prepare for a fight, their powers at the ready.
REVERSE FLASH (Grinning) Ah, the Dragonborn! A mere mortal against my mastery of speed. Let's see how you fare against the fastest man alive!
DRAGONBORN (Gripping his weapon) You may be quick, but I wield the power of the Thu'um. Prepare to face the fury of the Dragonborn!
The fight begins.
Reverse Flash unleashes a barrage of super-speed punches, each one a blur. Dragonborn, with his enhanced reflexes, manages to dodge most of the strikes, countering with swift sword slashes and fire spells.
Reverse Flash, impressed by Dragonborn's agility, taps into the Negative Speed Force, temporarily enhancing his speed. He moves faster than ever, landing rapid blows and disorienting Dragonborn. However, the Dragonborn relies on his powerful shouts to create shockwaves that keep Reverse Flash at bay.
As the fight progresses, Reverse Flash pushes Dragonborn to the edge, testing his limits. Dragonborn, feeling the weight of the situation, channels his inner strength and uses the powerful "Dragonrend" shout, which weakens and grounds even the mightiest of dragons.
The shout catches Reverse Flash off guard, momentarily slowing him down. Dragonborn seizes the opportunity, unleashing a devastating flurry of sword strikes empowered by his Thu'um, landing blow after blow on Reverse Flash.
Reverse Flash, realizing the severity of the situation, taps into the full potential of his speed force, gaining immense speed and healing abilities. He dodges Dragonborn's attacks with ease, his movements barely perceivable.
The fight reaches its climax as Reverse Flash vibrates his hand at super-speed, phasing it through Dragonborn's defenses, and impales him with a vibrating hand through the chest.
DRAGONBORN (Choking, blood spilling) It seems... your speed... is too much... for me...
Reverse Flash withdraws his hand, leaving Dragonborn to crumble to the ground, lifeless.
REVERSE FLASH (Victorious) Your shouts were impressive, Dragonborn, but against the might of the speed force, you stood no chance. Your time is over.
Reverse Flash, victorious and triumphant, steps away from the fallen Dragonborn, leaving behind a battle-worn hero whose deeds will forever be remembered.
WINNER: Reverse Flash (DC comics)
Round 1 is over! Round 2 will be done when my lazy ass updates the tournament bracket picture lol.
I am keeping each ChatGPT thread so if you have any questions you would like to ask the AI about the fight comment below and I'll try to get them answered. The one question I asked each time was for the AI to state their logic for who won the fight, if you want to see the logic the AI gave just comment which fight you want the logic for and I'll respond as fast as I can. Feel free to discuss which matches you think the AI got wrong or anything else really!
Also I've been doing these on my own for about a few weeks now. Reverse Flash vs Dragonborn is honestly the first time I can remember seeing the AI mention blood. Even the multiple matches using Kratos, Omni man or Homelander it never mentions blood directly. Their power is so great they managed to break the AI talking about them.
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This got lost in another comment, but it 100% works on M8 Softails that you add the left hand cruise control module on. Just verified on 2 bikes. This is so you don't have to go to the dealership to have them activate CC on your ECM after installing the module and if you have a Power Vision Tuner. This could save you $50-75 bucks since a lot of dealerships are wanting to charge for the service.submitted by Morbid_Realities to Harley [link] [comments]
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”He landed lightly upon the gory corpse of a fallen giant. Before him the swarmlord loomed, taller than a wraithknight and greatly more massive. Its eyes glittered at him with malign intelligence.
‘Great Dragon!’ Yriel called, holding aloft the Spear of Twilight. ‘I come to slay you, as my forefather Ulthanash slew the wyrm Draoch-var with this very blade!’
Three huge creatures lumbered at Yriel, directed by the psychic command of the leader-beast, but he leapt aside from their swipes, the spear granting him unparalleled reflexes. One and then another fell, pierced by the pin point lance beams of the prince’s followers as he bounded closer to his prey. Roaring, the swarmlord attacked, driving down a claw twelve paces long at Yriel. He back-flipped, the wind of its passing stirring his hair. The tip of the claw slammed down into a carcass, slowing the hive tyrant for the merest heartbeat as it tugged it free, but it was enough. The prince landed on his feet. Smoothly he drew back his arm and cast the spear of Ulthanash at the creature. The spear screamed a polyphonic wrath-song as it hurtled through the air, passing in an eyeblink to pierce the jaw of the swarmlord, drive up through the soft mouth into the swollen brain case, and emerge, gleaming, from the top of the armoured skull.
The swarmlord toppled, lifeless. Yriel yelled in exultation, feeling more alive than he had in many cycles. He had become jaded by his life as a corsair. But this! This was the theatre of life full in the round!
”A single pod cut through the toxic fumes and the burning sky, hammering into the centre of the plain and the milling confusion of the alien horde. There was an instant realignment, like constellations suddenly clarified in the heavens. The army turned as one, unified by singular purpose once more. The thing which tore itself free from the spore-pod was immense, the pinnacle of genetic mastery and a paragon of inhuman might. The greatest bio-scholars of Terra could not decide whether it was a consciousness in its own right, or an immune response of the hive mind – brought into being when the tide was set against it.
The swarmlord raised its head and bellowed as it rushed forward to meet them.
iIt closed the distance in what seemed like moments. A blur, the storm given form. Blades scissored down against the Custodians. They blocked, even their movements too slow. Bio-electric fields warred with the power fields of their weapons in a whine of feedback and a shower of sparks. It forced Varamach to his knees, and the great cleaver blade descended, burying itself in the armour of his neck. There was a spasm and a gout of blood, and he had only a moment to drive his spear up and into its flesh before he fell. Another loss, too massive to countenance. Natreus ducked under its guard and slashed across its chest, but the swarmlord brought all four of its blades to bear. It pinned Natreus, blades barely containing him as he struggled, blood coating them in furious smears. The Custodian’s spear fell from his grasp, and the swarmlord cast him to the dust.*
Only Tamerlain remained. He broke into a run, swinging his axe as he advanced. The heavy castellan blade impacted against one of the boneswords, chipping it. There was no surprise in its dead eyes, only a snarl of alien hate.
‘This is His domain,’ Tamerlain said, not caring whether or not it could hear or understand. ‘I am His servant, and you shall not end me with my duty yet undone.’ He moved beneath its dance of blades, feeling them scrape against his armour – turned aside by angle, speed and the armour’s inherent strength. It snarled, dripping venom as it stabbed down at him. He dropped to his knees, his hand finding Natreus’ spear. ‘Forgive me,’ he whispered, and drove the unpowered blade up with such force that it cracked the monster’s armoured sternum. It slammed one of its blade limbs into his side, and he brought his axe up again. An arm flew free in a gush of sour fluid, and it batted him aside with the flat of another blade.
They were evenly matched. Opposites. Mirrors. One the pinnacle of human genetic mastery, the other a crescendo of accelerated hyper-evolution. One was golden, the other base.
They fought down the burning slopes, even as the tyranid swarm wove around them in a tightening noose. By-blows obliterated swathes of brood organisms. The swarmlord did not care as it scythed through its own, as it drove Tamerlain back. He fought with every century of his experience behind him. He could feel the names carved into his armour, pressed against his flesh. Each carried a burden.
He moved as fast as he was able, raising his axe to block and parry or to cut and slash. Their melee devolved into a grinding brawl, drawn out and bitter. He tensed as he fought, feeling the dull ache of fatigue. He struck for its thorax, cleaving it open even as it brought two of its blades round.
It pincered him in place. He felt something break in his armour’s systems, his gauntlet clenching in palsy. He closed his eyes and focused. It was more gruelling and more intense than any Blood Game he had run in the service of the Throne, more pressing than any battle of his long years. He felt his fingers close, finally, around the hilt of his misericordia dagger, and pulled it free. He pushed it up and drove it into the thing’s snarling visage. Dissonator spirits engaged with a flare and the blade blazed golden for a glorious instant as it sank through flesh and chitin. The beasts screamed, every last one of them howling in animal agony.
Tamerlain kicked out his leg and drove the dying monster back. Behind him, the world roared again – in sympathetic victory.
" Fifty yards away was the largest hive tyrant Dante had ever seen. Upon backward-hinged legs it stood taller than a Dreadnought. Red spore clouds pumped from the chimneys on its high back. Bonded to its fists were four matched boneswords, with heavy ends as square and brutal as cleavers. He had heard of this thing, the galaxy’s bane, the hive mind personified.
Commander Dante faced the Swarm Lord.
His perception coalesced around the monster. Reality reasserted itself, his visions driven off by the sheer physicality of the hive mind. The past gave way to the present. The sounds of battle returned, albeit muted. The horde was broken into pieces. The howling of his blood-mad warriors was scattered, so isolated there could only have been a few of them left.
In the monster’s eyes glimmered an ancient and powerful intellect. As old as he was, Dante felt like a newborn babe compared to the intelligence staring at him through that unblinking gaze. He sensed that there were two beings looking at him. The monster, and the being that controlled it. They were separate, yet one. A sense of crushing psychic might emanated from it, so great its grasp encompassed galaxies. There was sophistication there, and terrifying intelligence, but all were outweighed by its bottomless, eternal hunger.
For the moment that the man and the monster stared into one another’s souls, Dante pitied it. The hunger of the hive mind made the Red Thirst trivial by comparison.
A rumble sounded in the monster’s throat. Muscle fibres exposed by gaps in its chitinous armour contracted; that was all the warning Dante received. There was no threat display, no roar to intimidate, it simply hurled itself into the attack. The hive mind was nothing if not efficient.
Despite its size, the Swarm Lord moved with staggering speed. Its alien anatomy made its attacks difficult to predict, and Dante found himself fending off a blur of jagged bone. Crystal veins glittered in the blades, generating a shimmering energy field like none Dante was familiar with.
The Swarm Lord’s weapons met the Axe Mortalis with a thunderous boom. Dante reeled back from the blow, letting out a brief blast from his jump pack to steady himself, dodging narrowly to the right to avoid a return strike from the Swarm Lord’s two left-hand swords. He ignited his jump pack fully, making a short leap backwards as the swords from the right smashed into the desert where he had been standing. The energy field encasing the blade exploded the sand.
As the beast slammed down its weapons he snapped off a quick shot with the perdition pistol. His aim was honed by centuries of practice. The meltabeam cut a roiling line through the air, connecting with the Swarm Lord’s lower left elbow joint. An explosion of steam carried the smell of broiled meat out towards Dante, and the thing’s arm went limp.
It made no cry of pain. As it moved forward, its useless arm snagged on the ground. With an total lack of human emotion, it severed the crippled limb with a sword blow and moved in to re-engage. Dante leapt again, jets on full burn. He swooped low, darting in to strike and withdraw. His fuel indicators plummeted, but Dante remained aloft, soaring away from bonesword strikes with expertly timed exhaust bursts. His blows left a dozen smoking scars in the Swarm Lord’s carapace. It responded with a buffeting storm of psychically generated terror that had no effect on the Space Marine lord, so deep in the thirst was he. The thirst grew in Dante until he stood on the brink of the Black Rage, a pit he could never climb from. He resisted the urge to finally throw himself in. The strength this last surrender would grant him would be formidable, but his mind would be gone for good, and so he would perish. Not until this thing was slain would he abandon his last shreds of self-control. He had to know that it was dead.
He focused on his hate, on his desire to kill, on his need to rip this interloper’s head from its shoulders and cast it to the sand.
The Swarm Lord’s armour was thickest on its shoulders, head and back. They duelled for long minutes, Dante landing so many blows that the edge of his fabled axe dulled, and its power unit vented black smoke. All his skill could draw but a little blood. The Swarm Lord snapped and swung at him with undiminished might.
Dante needed a decisive blow soon. The Swarm Lord’s endurance would outlast his own, and one lucky strike from the beast’s weapons could end the fight long before exhaustion set in. So Dante dived in again, axe held low in the manner of a cavalryman stooping in the saddle to strike with his sabre. Jinking through swinging boneswords and into the spore cloud issuing from the Swarm Lord’s chimneys, he raked the blade of his weapon across the leader beast’s face, catching it across one eye. He was momentarily blinded by the swirl of red microorganisms belching from its back, and forced to touch down.
The two combatants wheeled to face each other. The chitin around the Swarm Lord’s right eye was cut down to a gleam of bone. Ichor and humours from its ravaged eye wet its cheek.
Dante smiled coldly. ‘I shall take your other eye, and then I shall kill you.’ In return the leader beast shrieked, a psychic assault that channelled the polyphonous voice of the hive mind into a concentrated mental blow. Dante reeled under the combined sonic-psionic blast. Something gave inside him. He tasted blood at the back of his throat. His mind suffered more than his body, and he staggered back, dazed, his axe dragging through the sand.
The Swarm Lord seized the opportunity and ran at the commander again. Dante blasted backwards, but even as it charged the Swarm Lord assailed Dante with fresh psychic attacks, sending out a lance of psionic energy that cut through his armour into his leg and knocked Dante wheeling from the air. He slammed into the ground with bone-jarring force. His face slammed into his helm, breaking his nose. The terror field halo around Sanguinius’ golden mask buckled and gave out in a skittering crawl of psychic energy. His iron halo’s energy field failed with a bang.
The thing screamed again. Dante’s being was deadened from the soul outward. His vision swam. The energy his thirst gave him was stolen away. The Swarm Lord thundered at him, head down, three swords back, ready to strike. Dante regained enough of his wits just in time, activating his jump pack while he was still on his back. The jets sent him scraping across the ancient rockcrete and sand of the landing fields at high speed, drawing a shower of sparks from his armour. Alarms wailed from every system of his battleplate.
A second, brain-rattling impact shook him as he connected with the wreck of a Land Raider. The systems diagnostics for his jump pack wailed at high alert, red danger runes blinking all over his helmplate. With a thought, he jettisoned his jump pack, rolling free of the stuttering jump unit as the Swarm Lord barrelled into the tank wreck with such force it lifted from the ground. The Swarm Lord turned on him quickly, grinding Dante’s jump pack into a pool of fire and sundered metal under its broad hooves. The Land Raider slammed back down.
More alarms rang in Dante’s helm. On standard battleplate, a jump pack took the place of a Space Marine’s reactor pack, replicating most of its functions as well as providing limited flight capability. Without it, Dante was left in a suit of armour with only residual power.
He had seconds left of combat effectiveness at the most. Emergency battery icons clamoured for his attention, bars sliding quickly down to red emptiness.
The Swarm Lord screamed. Psychically induced horror buffeted Dante’s mind, tormenting him with dread. Dante roared back, unafraid.
‘I am of the Lord of the Blood,’ he said, as he broke into a run, the alarms of his dying armour wailing in his ears. ‘What I do, I do for he who made me. No personal ambition is mine. No glory do I seek. No salvation for my soul or comfort for my body. No fear do I feel.’ The Swarm Lord swung at Dante hard. Dante retaliated with a counter blow, shattering the bone sabre. Thick alien fluids pumped from the broken blade. The eye set into its hilt rolled madly, and it began to shrill. ‘By his Blood was I saved from the selfishness of flesh.’
The Swarm Lord was unmoved by the death of its symbiotic blade. The stroke continued downward, the remains of the sword catching Dante below his breastplate and penetrating his plastron. A combination of Dante’s impetus and the Swarm Lord’s immense strength punched the bone fragment deep into his body, penetrating his secondary heart, scraping on his spine, and exiting the other side of his torso.
The creature snarled in what would have been triumph in any other species. Dante’s formidable progress was arrested. Hissing deeply, the Swarm Lord lifted Commander Dante off the ground, armour and all. Warm blood ran down inside Dante’s bodyglove. Toxins leaked from the Swarm Lord’s weapon, sending spiders of agony crawling along his nerves.
‘By his Blood was I elevated.’ It was over. He began the Mors Votum. The Swarm Lord lifted him high, screaming in victory, and swung its arm down to flick Dante from the blade’s shard so it might finish him on the sand.
Reactive foams bubbled from Dante’s armour, bonding him firmly to the remnants of the Swarm Lord’s blade.
‘By his Blood do I serve.’
The beast hesitated, only for a fraction of a second, but it was enough. As it was raising its remaining two blades to cut Dante in two, the commander raised the perdition pistol. His armour died on him, its systems starved of power, growing heavier with every second as his life ran from his body. His aim did not waver.
‘My life I give to the Emperor, to Sanguinius, and to mankind,’ he intoned. The Swarm Lord’s face was reflected in the dulled metal of Dante’s mask.
Sanguinius’ face shouted silently at the hive mind.
Dante disengaged the weapon’s failsafes with a flick of his thumb.
‘My service is done. I give thanks. My life is finished. I give thanks. Blood returns to blood. Another will take up my burden in my stead. I give thanks.’
He fired the perdition pistol at point-blank range into the Swarm Lord’s face. Its flesh liquefied and boiled off as superheated steam. Its first bonesword bounced from Dante’s armour, ripping long scratches into its decoration. Bloodstones fell from their mounts. Still Dante held his aim true. The pistol’s power pack grew so hot with thermal feedback it blistered his skin through his ceramite. Still he did not relent. The fusion beam bored through the creature’s organic armour. Thermic biogels bled from cavities in the chitin, but they could not stay the perdition pistol’s beam. The weapon glowed with white heat. The Swarm Lord reared backwards. Its cries became gurgles as its tongue cooked in its head. Desperate to be free of Dante, it severed its own wrist with a clumsy strike. Dante blacked out for a moment from the pain of the bone shard jarring his organs as he hit the floor. When he came to he was lying on the ground. The Swarm Lord slumped to its knees alongside him. Its movements were feeble. Keening quietly, it fell forward, chest heaving. Air whistled through its breathing spiracles, then ceased. Dante rolled his head to one side. One of the boneswords lay close to his face. The eye set into its hilt stared hatred at him before dimming. The pupil dilated. The sword, too, was dead.
Dante took a painful breath. Fluid bubbled in his lungs. His body ached all over from the tyranid’s poison.
He was dying."
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