I, Kazan, bid you welcome to the RPG Dueling League, dedicated to the art of pitting the greatest warriors of the RPG Multiverse against each other in honourable combat! Within lies the greatest showcase of fighting talent you will ever lay your eyes upon! Here, you will be able to vote on a series of Battles. weekly where the greatest warriors will square off in combat! Fighters are split into divisions, aptly named for the fighting prowess of those within. The victors each week continue on in a typical eliminations-style tournament, until a victor is crowned champion of each division. Here, you'll also find exciting bonus matches and other spectacles to seduce your battle-starved souls, enough honourable combat to fill even an old man like me with joy! Questions? Go here! In addition, there's another small tournament called Not Ranked, which pits an even wider assortment of unique, secretive and unknown warriors against each other in a similar vein. If you're looking for a favourite, it wouldn't hurt to check that out as well. The DL is more than answering the question of how fighters stack up. It's a repository of information about RPG's varying from the obscure to the well known. Every bit of data gathered from every dank duengon and musty library in the RPG universe is gathered here. If you youngsters want to talk about any RPG of any stripe, you're welcome here. Check out this center of learning and find out new information about your favorite games! Aah, glad I could be of assistance. But before I knock off for a much deserved drink, here's the current news and status of the Duelling League this week: Thje Minstrel's story is still here to be read. Come and read the first part of the story of the Figaro Royal Family. Not Ranked: Not Ranked is open! For two short more days. This is your last chance to vote on the finals: Gwendolyn vs. Tibarn, Boy vs. Vexacion, and more! You've done a good job paying attention, students. Now here's Chisato to take you Behind the Scenes! ....and that's how I found out about the many dangerous properties of eating things I scrape off my throne. Right. Well, that was uh...well, disturbing. The hand-drawn illustrations were a nice touch. I rather think my retina is going to implode now. I didn't know you could even sing, Odin, much less serve as your own Greek chorus. Eh, once you achieve omnipotence you pick up a few things. But, apparently, not the common sense to to start snacking on your throne like it was a freaking cupcake. Once the blindess and lack of bowel control passed it really wasn't that bad. Thanks for that metaphor, Nate. Because I really needed to start vomiting at the sight of cupcakes. Really, I did. One, you don't have a stomach. Two, you don't need to eat anyway. Three, shut up. Four, why are you guys even listening to him in the first place? Let's hurry up and get this show on the road before he starts repeating it and I have to ruin my nails pounding Odin's stupid face in. I suppose you have a point. Let's get started, folks. Whatever. Ahh, the crushed spirits of my slave labor. It's like a warm summer morning. Ahem. It's Week 2 yet again, readers, and as usual we here at Behind the Scenes are ready to..err...'welcome' this week's contestants! As usual, we begin with Godlike, so say hello to Seymour and False Althena! Charmed, I'm sure. Greetings. First of all, Althena, can I ask...? Yes, that really is my name. In retrospect it was a rather fortunate guess by my parents, though it made growing up a little harsh since everyone knew you were going to be the icon of evil. I'm so fortunate that the Guado were almost uniformly evil, or at least willing to follow orders. On the subject of the match.. Well, there's only one really damaging thing I can do, so the question is sort of moot as far as I'm concerned. I'm sure one of my forms can take her on. And there's always Anima. If you live that long. Quite. Well, if that's all, I do believe I'll head to my Villains With Unbelievably Creepy Voices meeting. Jeremy Irons is supposed to give a speech! I'll see myself out. Okay then. That was..surprisingly unbloody. But hey, there's always Heavy! So...empty... Yeah, I imagine there's very little going on in that brain of yours. Who cares what you say? My life has no meaning irregardless. ...well I'm just not going to bother if you're going to take all the fun out like that. I see that the desire for death has overcome you. Come! Let us take up our weapons and fight! Can you give me true oblivion? We shall see! Melodrdama levels are dangerously high! Uh..guys..the match..guys? You fight well. Shall we go for Ice cream? Indeed. The Ice Cream of Despair. With sprinkles. Yes. Sprinkles. Alrighty then. Eh, it's not like you missed much. "Blah blah blah I'm fairly fast and have good damage and can outtank my opponent whose special attack can miss quite easily" vs. "Blah Blah Blah I can stunlock him into a neverending combo chain and never let him have the advantage plus I'm emo" and then we all die a little on the inside. Truer words were never spoken. I want some ice cream! You're lactose intolerant. So? You could die. ...and? ...Honestly I don't even know why I'm trying to protect you. Get lost. Middles! I swear to god, woman, you're almost as annoying as the shrews back home. That's no way to talk to a lady! You're looking awfully nice, Chisato. Pipe down, kid. Or maybe cut the sweet-talk and tell us what you plan to do in the fight this week. Uh...Lightning Rune, duh? Fry them all to crisps so they don't mess up my hair, that's my style. Boy, you are the #@!@$@est @!@!4er I've ever heard! I'm going to enjoy every second of knocking some sense into you. Whatever, geezer. You don't scare me. We'll see about that once I summon the Highwind, punk. You'll be a crispy wreck before that ever happens. I don't have to take this, I've been in space. I'm going to drink some #@#%#@ing coffee. I used to like tea but I got tired of the constant jokes. Plus all the strangling of the people who drove that phrase into the ground. Lots of lawsuits, you know. You do that. I'm going to go comb my hair and make sure I'm dead after I turn 40. Laters. That should be a fun match. And even better, we're almost done! Let's do the Lights and then get out of here! Ard? Hi. Ah, nice to see you again, Ard. How are you? Ard ard ard ard ard! Quit being a smartass, man. You know nobody here speaks Spanish. Jackass. So, Shady, the match? Well, I figure my fire breath will see me throug. It's not like it'll be hard to take out someone inferior to Liz, of all people. True. ARD! Yes, yes, we all know what you can do. Run into things. ARD ARD ARD! Nobody cares about your book deal, Ard. Just drop it already. Shameful. Can't blame a guy for being excited about his memoirs becoming a possible Pulitzer Prize nominee. I preordered my copy awhile ago. Fair enough, I suppose. Alright, Ard, Shady, you two can go. Hey, guys! Guess what I found on the backside of my throne! It tastes like strawberries and shame! On the one hand, ew. On the other hand, this could be pretty good. So what are we waiting for? Hell if I know. See you guys later! This is Behind the Scenes, signing off.