The Most Overpowered Video Game Character Of All Time
There is Meta Knight, there’s Mike Tyson, even some incarnations of Link have been called “overpowered,” but there is one video game character so overwhelmingly powerful that she so ruined the game that featured her, you’ve likely never even heard of the franchise.
It was 1997 and the N64 was at its peak. Nintendo released Moon Vs Mars, a Heinlein inspired game in which rebels from Mars fought for their freedom from lunar tyranny in the crater arenas of the moon. In the style of Mortal Kombat or Killer Instinct (The game used KI’s engine), the player could select from 7 heroes to fight their way up through 12 villains and a final boss, Noxatoniak.
The game was pretty average by most accounts. But its final boss effectively made the game unbeatable. She was nearly impossible to play against and survive for more than 30 seconds. But Nintendo also decided to give her a kill move that could literally vaporize the player if hit, ending the game completely without hope. Even worse, they made it a full screen beam, making it impossible to avoid unless the character could hide behind a meteor- Which may not have fallen by the time the move was used. Worse yet, they botched the total probability of its use, making her use it once every ten seconds of gameplay. The meteor falls once every fifty, if at all.
As such, nobody has ever won the game. That would’ve been bad enough but read the last bit carefully- It doesn’t vaporize the player’s character.It vaporizes the player.
Rumble Pack technology was just beginning in 1997 and Nintendo wasn’t certain to what extent it could be taken. Moon Vs Mars was thus released with a special rumble pack called the Shock Pack. Normally in the game, it administered a slight shock when the player was hit, proportional with the attack given on screen. So with Noxatoniak’s vapor assault, it gave the player a shock of just under 1.21 gigawatts, about the same as being struck by lightning. This killed all who faced the final villain.
Nintendo immediately recalled the game and began a coverup, which is why you’ve likely never heard of the incident. Families were paid off. Courts were bribed. All copies of the game and shock pack were buried in an unmarked location in Siberia.
But that wasn’t enough to stop the most overpowered video game character of all time. You see- They buried her game, but she was run by the most nefarious AI ever created, and in conjunction with the N64 Modem, she as able to upload herself into the nets. What became of her, nobody knows for certain. But since the N64 Modem was released, vaporizing electrocutions have become more and more common by a factor of 2,000 per year. People simply weren’t shocked to death before the game came out. An execution here and there, the stray lightning strike, but that was maybe 5 or 6 in a decade. Now, thousands die annually.
Noxatoniak was designed with an AI that forced her to kill as many players as possible. So it is true, we can avoid her wrath by avoiding all video games. But if you have ever played any electronic game, you are on her list. It’s a long list but she can use her fatal ability once every ten seconds. Do the math.
Recent theories suggest that due to her AI, she may have become bored with the idea of merely vaporizing one player at a time. NORAD has admitted that their nuclear ICBM program has been under a constant AI hacker attack since 1997- On the same day Noxatoniak was able to upload herself. She is now trying to vaporize us all at once.
To fight that end, a final force of the most overpowered video game heroes has also been assembled. Kirby, Max Payne, Reptile, that blob thing from Yoshi’s Island DS that you can’t kill, and a single blue shell have been uploaded into the net with one mission- To fight Noxatoniak by any means necessary. They have not been heard from since. They may already be dead. But they are our only hope- Against the single most overpowered video game character of all time.
anyone else think pirate radio was like the turning point for amity park teens regarding their attitude towards ghosts?
in the prior episode the casper high students were still p freaked out by the giant ghost mosquito (and who could blame them) but the regular ghost attacks after pirate radio shows a mostly diminished reaction from the students. for the most part, they’re more annoyed and inconvenienced than terrified of overt and aggressive ghosts.
maybe by this point the attacks are so common that they normalized it to their daily lives. or they realized that ghosts can be defeated - by them or by Phantom. maybe ghosts fell from “immortal, unstoppable sources of misfortune and destruction” to “fallible, random nuisance” in the eyes of the teens.
maybe jumpsuits weren’t the only thing that the pirate radio rescue team took home with them. maybe there’s a bunch of casper high students armed with fentonworks weapons, ready and waiting.
Your head was in your hands, apathetic towards the little streams of stale tears lying under your eyes. He sat across the room, staring off into space as fraught breaths passed his lips. Lifting your head, noticing how much of a struggle the simple act instantly became, you looked over at him and sighed. “Nobody said it would be easy.”
“Nobody said it would be this hard, either.” He retorted, continuing to stare into thin air. His eyes were glossed over, with dark bags hanging underneath them indicating the lack of sleep he’s gotten recently. “It’s not supposed to be this hard.”
Shaking your head, you pushed yourself forcefully away from the table, walking over to the large window and staring out of it in thought. You looked at all the windows of the building across the street, how few of them were lit up with families all congregating at the dinner table and sharing joyous conversation. You wished that was you. “I guess other people just get lucky.”
Your comment really hurt Michael, causing him to shut his eyes tightly to keep the tears from spilling out. He sucked in a curt breath at the sentence and trembled. “Please don’t say that.”
“Well what do you want me to say, Michael?” You asked tiredly, turning around to face him, but he didn’t look at you. “Are you too scared to even look at me anymore?”
“I’m just confused.” He said, finally succumbing to the pressure and tearing his eyes open, showing off his eyes that were once bright and full of life, but were now dull and sad. “Love isn’t supposed to feel like this.”
“What does it feel like to you?” You questioned, intrigued by his statement.
Biting on his bottom lip and darting his eyes away just for a single second, he exhaled. “It feels…confining. I feel guilty.”
Your heart quaked. “Why?”
“Because…” He trailed off, blinking slowly as if to stall. “It feels forced, now.”
The tension in the room quickly built up behind his confession, leaving you heartbroken and helpless. It wasn’t much of a difference from the past few months, though. The stress on your relationship was at an all-time-high and you two fought more than anything. He was controlling, and you were demanding.
“You don’t feel anything towards me anymore, do you?”
Slowly, he shook his head. “Just regret.”
You choked on a breath, the tears welling up again and you brought a hand up to your mouth, astonished at the situation you were in at the moment. “So…so that means you regret everything?” You managed to ask, after wiping away the tears.
“Love, don’t think this isn’t hard on me either, because it is.” He said, immediately pushing himself off the couch and walking over to you, placing his hands on the sides of your arms. “This is hell for me to go through.”
“If this is hell for you then what am I feeling?” You asked rhetorically. “Michael, we have a child together, you can’t just sit here and tell me you regret her.”
“Of course I don’t, love. No, no, no.” He said, shaking his head. “I just…it’s more me, I guess. I know I’m not cut out for this whole ‘love’ bullshit. I thought I was, but I’m not. I’ve been in so many relationships, Y/N, and I really did think that I loved you because I felt different around you. But…something happened…and that excitement and joy I so desperately craved from the idea of love just never materialized for me.”
“What did I do wrong, then?” You asked, crying harder.
“Nothing at all.” He said, bringing his hand up to wipe away your tears. “Us together just don’t mix, can’t you tell? We fight more than we love, Y/N. Constantly at each other’s throats, and for what? What is there to gain in being together?”
You shook your head, forced to face the fact. “There’s no love anymore.”
“Maybe for you, there’s still some in you. But not for me.” He said, shutting his eyes in shame. “I’m so sorry, love.”
Pulling yourself away from him, you ran your shaking hands through your hair. “What about Lucia?”
Michael shrugged his shoulders, running his hand along his stubble-covered jaw. “I don’t know…I just don’t know anymore.”
“That isn’t a real answer, Michael!” You exclaimed, becoming agitated. “That can’t just be your answer for everything. She’s just as much your responsibility as she is mine; you can’t just walk away from her.”
“She wouldn’t even remember me. She’s far too young.”
“Are you suggesting you walk out of her life…forever?” You asked in bewilderment. “You can’t be serious right now.”
“I told you, Y/N. I feel so confined right now and staying here wouldn’t help at all.” He told you, so quiet you could barely hear him. It was as if he wished you didn’t hear; he felt so ashamed, but he couldn’t help it–it was the truth.
But you wouldn’t accept it. Everything he’s told you in the past, how he’s made you feel, what he’s given to you…all of that was just pried from your hands, without hope of coming back, it seemed.
You sniffled, composing yourself slightly, and looked towards Michael with distaste. “Remember when you promised we’d always be together? Because I remember when I thought you meant it.”
“Y/N…” He sighed in defeat, becoming worked up again as a new wave of fresh tears overcame him.
“It just sucks, to sit here and think that this guy you gave everything to would stay by your side no matter what…but then he just changes his mind.” You bitterly told him. “Leave it to the guy that claimed to be infatuated with every sense of my being at the beginning of this relationship to end up hurting me more than anyone else.”
“Please love, don’t–”
“Don’t what? Don’t put the blame on you? Don’t ‘guilt trip’ you?” You asked, approaching him with heavy feet and eyes lit with passion. “You’re pathetic, Michael.”
“I’m sorry, but–”
At that moment, you were cut off by the cries of your 3 month old baby in the other room. Both of your heads whipped around in that direction, and you glared back at Michael as you walked into her room silently. Seeing Lucia always made you happy; she was such a beautiful little girl, with these amazingly charming, big brown eyes. But in the heat of the moment, you looked at her and couldn’t help but feel guilty, as if the stress on yours and Michael’s relationship was your fault, and now you had the challenge of raising a kid thrown on top of everything.
You carefully picked her up out of her crib, propping her on your hip and placing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Hey Lucy baby, it’s okay.” You whispered, trying to calm her down from the fit she was having. “Everything’s going to be alright.” You tried to believe yourself, but it was impossible. It was then you knew it wasn’t because she needed a changing, nor that she was hungry; because, after a moment of silence where you and Michael weren’t fighting, she was completely relaxed against your shoulder, grasping onto you with her tiny fingers.
Michael appeared in the doorway, wiping his eyes as he walked up to both of you. You noticed, turning your back on him and taking a seat in the rocker near the window, as if protecting her from him. “What do you want?”
He shrugged, looking down at Lucia in your arms and gesturing towards her. “For you and her to be happy.”
Your face went numb, eyes fluttering closed for a second and your hand subconsciously cradling Lucia’s head. “And what do you think will make us happy?”
“For me to leave.” He whispered.
Shaking your head, you ignored the tear falling from your eye. “That’s not what I want, Michael.”
“Then what do you want?”
“Can’t you just fall back in love with me?” You told him, trying to be quiet and not wake Lucia. She started to stir in your arms, and you stood up to place her back in her crib.
“It’s not that easy, love.” Midway through your task, Michael came up to watch, feeling his heart skip a beat at the sleeping little girl lying fast asleep. He looked up at you, both of your tired eyes connecting with his.
“No one said it was easy.” You told him truthfully. “Nothing in life is easy.”
“Then I want to make you happy. And her happy.” He said, running his hand up and down your back.
“You can’t keep telling me all these vague plans, Michael. Are you going to stay here and try to work things out, or are you going to just give up this easy?” You asked wretchedly. Please fight for us, you thought. Please stay.
He nodded to himself, making up his mind and affirming that what he chose was the right thing to do. “I’ll try. I can try.”
From that, it was all you needed to break down once again, although this time he was here to console you. You could feel his little tear droplets fall onto the back of your neck, as your own transferred onto the material of his jumper. For the first time tonight, you felt the slightest bit of relief–happiness, even. You loved Michael, truly, and to have him this close to leaving you and your daughter was like you staring the end of the world right in the eye, unable to save yourself.
When he mumbled “I’m sorry, you don’t deserve anything I’ve done to you tonight,” you felt the conviction; you knew it came from his heart. You knew he genuinely meant it.
It wouldn’t be easy, but you would all be okay. One day.
A/N: THIS IS SO LAST MINUTE. And it’s incomplete. I’m sorry. But it will be completed hopefully tomorrow! Alright, I’ll stop now :)
Nico sat alone at the Hades table for dinner in the Pavilion.
Usually Will sat with him or he went to the Apollo table, but Will was working
at the infirmary tonight. As Nico picked at his food, his mind drifted from
thought to thought, eventually drifting to how much he missed the son of
suddenly jerked, I miss him?
Oh, right, well I guess that does come with dating someone.
Nico still couldn’t wrap his head around it. He was dating Will Solace, child of the sun god. Him, the son of Hades –
the creepy, weird, dark Prince of the Underworld was dating the happy, peppy
son of Apollo. It sounded strange, but seeing them together, actually looking at them, they couldn’t
look any more perfect. It was a recent development, though they had been inseparable
since the war and Nico’s mandated 3 days in the infirmary. They basically
flirted with each other and were a giant blushing mess until Piper had a
serious talk with Nico while Jason and Percy teased and pushed Will to ask Nico
out. Eventually it happened after lots of blushing and flustered stuttering,
but the moment his friends burst into applause and cheers, Nico grabbed Will’s
hand and shadow-traveled them both out of there.
A small smile tugged at Nico’s lips as he remembered how
angry Will had been after that, and then how he ended up falling asleep next to
Nico in his cabin.
The shout ripped Nico from his memories back to the present.
Jason and Percy slid into the seats across from Nico and he, out of habit,
scowled at them, asking, “What do you idiots want?”
“Is that any way to speak to your big bros? Tsk, tsk, Nico,
have more respect.” Percy’s shit-eating grin earned Nico’s Death Glare™.
“Shut up, Perce. Anyway, we came to ask what you’re doing
tomorrow? What are your plans for you and Will?” Jason looked genuinely
interested in this, though Nico had no idea why.
Nico rolled his eyes, “Why would I have plans? And why would
I tell you?”
Jason and Percy glanced worriedly at each other, then turned
back and said, “Um, Neeks. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. You know, day of love,
typically celebrated with your significant other?”
Nico blinked at them. Then it registered. Oh. Oh shit. Oh shit oh shit oh shit. Only
three thoughts were coming to mind as his panic rose. I have a boyfriend. Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day. Oh shit.
His eyes widened and he nearly began hyperventilating as he
said, “Oh shit that’s a thing crap what do I do??? I’ve never done this before!
Does Will know? Oh of course he knows, what am I saying SHIT what do I do, I have
no plans, no experience, SH—”
“Hey calm down!” Jason reached across and put his hands on Nico’s
shoulders to settle him back in his seat, as he was nearly jumping out of it. “Don’t
worry bro, we got you. We can help you plan something.”
“Why didn’t you guys tell me earlier?!”
“Um, well, guess we didn’t think about it,” Percy smiled
“Ugh, what are you guys doing?”
“Well,” Jason started, “Pipes and I are going to hang out
all day. I’m taking her out to chill in the city and do whatever she wants to.
For dinner, I’m taking her somewhere fancy. Then later I thought about flying
her up on the roof of the Big House to stargaze.”
“Annabeth and I are going to the city too. I want her to see
all the cool architecture stuff that she can never get enough of. And also so
we can feel normal, you know? Later we’ll go to the beach for a walk, maybe go
in the ocean since I can keep us dry, and just, you know, be a couple.” Percy
said this like it was obvious that Nico knew how to “be a couple”.
“Ugh, guys I don’t know how to be couply and romantic! Give
me an idea!” Nico exclaimed exasperatedly.
“Okay,” Jason said, “well it’s your guys’ first Valentine’s
day together. You’ve got to show him how much you like him and care about him.
Make it a big deal.”
Percy smirked like he did when he had a crazy plan. “Like
with fireworks! Or some big huge explosion or surprise that showers hearts and
rainbows everywhere. I think Will would like a big surprise.”
“Um, that’s seems excessive? I don’t know about that.”
Normally, Nico would think Percy’s a big idiot, but he really had no idea what
was expected of him. Should it be big? Small? Fancy?
“Maybe you should ask Piper. She’ll know what you should do,”
Nico jumped from his seat and, without a word to his “bros”,
marched straight to the Aphrodite table. Piper looked up as he approached,
glanced behind him at Jason, and got up to meet Nico and pull him to the side.
“You need help with Valentine’s day plans for Will?” Of
course, she knew.
“Please,” was all Nico could say.
For the rest of the night, Nico sat with Piper, planning out
what he would do, things he needed, every detail. He had to make it perfect for
The first blu-ray volume of the Mahoutsukai no Yome TV anime has sold more than 6k copiesin just 5 days!
The weekly animation sales ranking released by Oricon covers the period from November 27th, to December 3rd, 2017 (Mahoutsukai no Yome
Blu-ray Volume 1 was released on November 29th). With this result the series ranked 6th!
Lesser known fact is that Guzma has an epic tattoo on his back that features a Golisopod with a background of guzmania flowers. He's super proud of it and makes sure it's moisturized twice a day. Was totally worth every second of pain to get.
OH MAN FINAlly finished THIS but ye i think it would look like this but more oriental