PSAS Tournament Royale: Chapter FiveThe next match was between Sackboy versues Jak and Daxter. Little Sister was eager to watch one of her best friends fight. "Come on Mr. B! We need to give fluffy-stuffing our support!" Big Daddy groaned in slight disapproval. "Then afterwards, we can invite him for a tea party along with others! At least the ones before their fights!"
Little Sister was so busy in her imagination land, she had not seen Spike run into her. "Yikes! Watch- Uh, I mean…" The boy was greatly intimidated by Big Daddy, as any normal person would be. "Sorry about that!" She blinked in surprise, being helped up by him.
"What's the hurry anyway Mr. Spike? Are you coming to a nice little tea party also?" She asked in her rather unusual voice. Big Daddy continued to stare down at Spike, who was shivering in his sneakers now.
He gulped and tried to find it in him to respond. "Just a meeting! No offense to you or anything, but you probably wouldn't understand what's going on! People saw something and we're maki
PSAS Tournament Royale: Chapter FourThere was a moment of silence from everyone. "Me and a friend overheard that Radec saw him flying around the arena." Noire remembered that the Helghast leader and Isaac Clarke were looking up toward the sky once the fight was over. "I think Heihachi shot him into space during the time when we first met Pupul. He was mad at Mael and Sir Daniel..."
Noire took a moment. "That's… But… Gigadis! He's harmless! Yes, he is the self-proclaimed Prince of Hell-"
"Hold on a moment." Scorpion interrupted both of them. "Prince of Hell? I had heard no mention of that, if something is being done to this tournament or there is an ambush, you best make sure it does not happen." Noire looked down, taking Raiden by the arm to assist and tend to his burns.
She felt herself try to think of an excuse. "Perhaps it is best that you ask someone else, I am… Busy! I need to care for Raiden, question PaRappa here, then go back to my post so my sister will not mess anything up." Carefully, Noir
PSAS Tournament Royale: Chapter Three"For the record, I do not tear out spines like you told that goddess girl. That is Sub-Zero's method of finishing someone. I prefer slicing or burning my foes. Whether with a weapon, kicking them into a fiery void, or taking off my mask…" Scorpion said to his rival.
The reaper just stood there for a moment, watching both his rival prepare his weapons. "Whether you could or not, you look like you would end someone violently. Granted, it's not allowed here, but I was only proving a point to that 'goddess'. She and her friend are too naive for a place like this! At least that PaRappa kid and some others know what they're up against!"
Growling and shaking his head, Scorpion left the break room to head for the arena. "All I'm saying is to not confuse me for the brother of my enemy. And there is more to what you see, I figured that a reaper of souls would know that. Do not mess around with a goddess." Mr. Grimm watched his friendly-fire go to his challenge, all he could do in response
PSAS Tournament Royale: Chapter TwoThe virtual arena took the shape of the 'Stowaways' on a plane. Isaac stared down at his foe before chuckling. "Sweet Tooth is still mad at you for blowing up his truck you know... Though he told me you have a stalker with a crush." A mumble came out of Radec, who responded.
"Nobody stalks or remotely follows me, or they would be shot down immediately. If you are referring to that girl who assisted in ridding of the Polygon Man, I had settled differences. Next time we met, we would be enemies once more, and not allies." Isaac Clarke just shook his head at the colonel.
Both of them slowly pulled out their weapons, waiting for Uni to start the battle. "Treating a lady like that isn't exactly right ya know-"
"She's as sadistic as me on the inside, facade of a hero who does not mind the pain of herself and others. Anything is a role-playing game that can be reversed in her eyes. Even then, she is too young for me, and love to me is a complete and utter joke, much to her heartbreak. You wou
PSAS Tournament Royale: Prologue and Chapter OneEver since the previous battle with Polygon Man, the All-Stars went quiet. Their goddess, Noire, was now in charge of Battle Royals.
Many such as Abe, Scorpion, Neptune, and Dart were all trying to get into the All-Stars.
Doctor Nefarious tried to get in and no longer be a background character, much to Rathet and Clank's disdain. As did Mr. Grimm, who only wished to swallow Sweet Tooth's soul.
Whether they be multi-platformers or exclusives... Some came, left, or stayed. One of the more notable ones was Pupul.
She was greatly obscure, but coming to the U.S soon. A badly-received expy of an older game and character who was also not well-known in western places.
The only reason Pupul was known is because how insanely social she was and how hard she tried to help everyone else. Plus the fact she and Neptune were one of the biggest reasons for Polygon Man being sealed away.
"Listen everyone, we have only that game sponsored by Coke, and Noire claims that we need to get on Nintendo's level
PSAS Tournament Royale: Characters and SummaryPlot:
Noire, also known as Black Heart; the goddess of Lastation, holds a tournament for PlayStation All-Stars in hopes of getting more newcomers for PSASBR's first anniversary. This bring in six new characters who enter in an attempt to get what they want from Black Heart.
However, Gigadis was spotted near the stadium. And he has other things in mind, as the Hell Prince joins with Calypso and Lord Zarok for his scheme. And it turns out they had sent a spy. Could it be one of the participants? And can anyone even bother to figure out what Gigadis is up to before it's too late?
(God of War)
The Ghost of Sparta or God of War… Depending on what he feels like going by, though his rival calls him "cupcake" constantly. It was bad enough to have Sweet Tooth and Zeus around nearly all times, but then he learned that another one of his rivals, Scorpion was joining. They both like to compete in terms of "who's the most brutal warrior"
A Very PlayStation Christmas (Final Chapter)Noire had her faced buried in a pillow for a whole two hours now. Only once did she lift her head up when Uni left and let Clank and Isaac Clarke came in. Even then, she didn't answer them until they spoke. "It's not a problem if we're here, right?" The engineer asked.
A long relapsed sigh was released. "No. Not really. What is it? Can't you see I'm sulking? While you two didn't do anything, I think it's safe to say you All-Stars ruined enough as it is. Even with everything calmed down for now and stuff probably there for me, you'll all mess things up in another second. I have no one to blame but myself for thinking this was a good idea to prepare all this."
"Everyone has their moments Miss Noire, when a bunch of people that don't mix well get together, it's bound to happen." Clank said. "One slip-up happened, and now everyone feels bad about it. Most are even waiting for you to come back and are blaming themselves, me included." She sat up a little to listen to them more.
A Very PlayStation Christmas (Chapter Two)Everyone was in a bit of a slump now. They knew that they ruined Christmas for Noire. When Big Daddy, Little Sister, and Abe came back to the scene it was a complete mess.
Kuu was finally off of Spike after Noire's absence, curling up on Pupul to hide. She herself got up after the drama as well. Sir Daniel finally cooled off his mouth, to see Radec wasn't chasing him anymore... But coated in strawberry lipstick.
Scorpion was no longer pinning down Sweet Tooth by the neck, as the clown was oddly enough being helped up by his rival. Kratos was no longer wanting to cut Neptune's limbs off. Evil Cole could see that his good counterpart, Kat, and Emmett were judging him. He was the one who caused Noire to leave, after all.
And he didn't like the stares. Evil Cole instantly took his leave in anger. "Not my fault everyone's a bunch of weak and unfun dweebs- Ow!" He stubbed his foot, cursing out a bit as he looked at the package on the steps. "Tch, what's this now?" And oddly enough, the prese