Z.H.P. Unlosing Contest vs. Imaginative Superpowered Readers
As the most recent releases from NIS America superbly illustrates, becoming an Earth-saving superhero is no easy task. Yet, we’ve devised a way to make the process just a bit easier. To win one of three UMD-based copies of Z.H.P. Unlosing Ranger vs. Darkdeath Evilman, readers are encouraged to write a short paragraph detailing a fictitious defender of mankind. Use your imagination to briefly describe your hero’s origins, powers, arch rivals, weakness, costumes, and/or back story.
On November 9th, at 11:59 PST, a trio of winners will be chosen based on the quality of their prose. Since our friends at NISA has been kind enough to provide postage and handling of the physical media, we will regretfully have to limit potential winners to the continental U.S. region. Good luck to all!
Mighty than any boss character, it’s VG Man. Forged from a radioactive spill on the ET cartridge dump site, VG man has the power of every video game hero over. When bosses are too strong, he sidekick Cheatcode is always there to assist.
with a telltale sign of smoke, our hero is near. Bluntman, the extinguisher of evil is always near to smoke out the bad guys. His famous attack is the Dutch Oven, which leaves his foes paralyzed and hungry.
I hope I win!
Trojan Man The Greatest Hero Who Ever lived!
When excitement isnear Trojan man is ready to come. He secret fortress is the liquid smooth cave of ecstasy and his enemy is the evil STD, who can hurt the strong hero with warts, pain and rashes.
TROJAN MAN to the RESCUE. The super-sized protector of man.
Name: Crimson Avenger
Born: NY, NY
Superpowers: Obtained then he was donating blood, his body reacted to the needle, making him part metal part flesh. He has superhuman strength, can jump 12 feet in the air. Bones cannot be broken.
I am KinectMan. I was created in the Microsplat Labs to lure fools to give me their money. Some call me my my alias, the Half-Billion Dollar Machine.
I have the ability to make people dance, move their arms around and look stupid. My enemies are The BlackMover and his sidekick Wiiman.
Cool contest. I’ll enter later.
This seems like a winner to me.
My superhero is RickRoller, defender of the Interwebs. Using dlow bandwidth, he forces enemies to submit to the tune “Never Gonna Give You Up” accompanied by really dated dance moves.
He was once protecting 4chan, but now justice knows no bounds.
Ive never heard of this game in my life.
is that baby a superhero? That gives me an idea.
The Table
Originally this was an ordinary table, but a bit of magic and a time traveling gremlin turned this dinner table into a bigger dinner table.
Not just able to fit into any room due to its increased size, it now spans a length of 2X2 kilometers.
Now the time traveling gremlin will use this Table to take over the world.
The table has the unique power of conjuring food from thin air.
Millions will follow this magic table in order to fill their stomachs.
Allies include the army of spoons, knives, forks, plates, and bowls to follow this great hero.
Enemies included anyone with a hatred toward wood and eating.
With a weakness to rain and a variety of designs this great table cannot be beat.
Heroes and Villians alike love The Table.
Will you?
The ultimate loving machine uses kindness to charm his enemies. Wearing a hot pink costume, all are weak to his charms.
Born for the sub zero temperature of the arctic it’s Ice Cream Man, read to take on enemies with a Popsicle stick or cone. Enemies include heat, kids, and dogs.
From the far reaches of the Xiggit star cluster, it’s…
CAPTAIN HUGGYFACE
Fighting evil with a sparking smile, warm embrace, and pocketful of charm. His enemies are SarKasm, Gelousee the gelatin shapeshifter, and Angrrrrr, the frantic beast.
My Superhero goes around the world, rehabilitating Twilight fans. He’s RealVampiredude!
Let me think of something good. I’ll post later.
My hero is the amazing ZuperDeagle. When got powered by his love of all things NIS, he’s taking down tangos with his unrivaled marksmanship. He alias is a mild mannered video game reviewer, but people are tipped off my his ability to churn out 20+ reviews a month.
I am known as: Uberbabyblue
My superpower: Crush peas with my super strength
My weapon of choice: Fingers
My Kryptonite: Naps
Mode of Transportation: Stroller
You should also know that: As my dexterity improves no peas will be left unscathed.
Agent Orange: Kids today are so hard to please.
Agent Black: I don’t even want to think about how you might know that.
Agent Orange: Yesterday…
Teacher: Class, today our guest speaker is Agent Orange.
Agent Orange: I’m a Special Investi-Gator.
Teacher: Could you explain what it is you do?
Agent Orange: Are you sure? There are kids here.
Student 1: Have you ever killed anyone?
Agent Orange: Laws need claws or they’d just be words.
Student 2: How many people have you killed?
Agent Orange: The confirmed score or a rough estimate?
Agent Black: …
Agent Black: Suddenly I have questions of my own.
How about the superhero team of bald video game dudes? Deagle, CheapyD, Jace Hall, Sundance from MLG. The chromedomes of the world are here to keep us informed.
My superhero:
Badmad! Weakness: lawsuits from corporate bullies. Strength: retro charm sidekicks: karnov and Deagle.
My superheroe’s power is derived from years of playing NIS games. Alchemy, knowledge on the Netherworld, and the ability to defeat 100+ level bosess are nothing for my charaacter.
His weakness is anything from the Rosenqueen store, of course!
He was born into a Militaristic society on the planet Naridian Prime. While he was in the womb every form of combat and fighting was being mentally transferred into his brain. Once he became of age 7 he began his training and quickly surpassing all of the opposition. By the age of 14 he was already being sent on missions for the government. From there it quickly went downhill. Particularly after this one mission where his whole squad was killed. He wiped an entire army out of existence in an incredible display of power. The government quickly realized that he was the Night Stalker which is an incredibly powerful person that only came into existence once every 2,500 years. Entire wars that consumed the planet were waged over these people. Now Naridian Prime was in control of a totalitarian government and the leader (his brother) wanted him wiped from the face of the earth. So he sent a massive fleet and every soldier he had at him. He was overwhelmed and inflicted 70% casualties just before he vanished before their very eyes. He staggered into a refugee camp outside of Freedom City on Earth covered in blood and passed out. They rushed him to the infirmary and noticed that nothing was wrong with him. Every night he would wake up covered in a cold sweat screaming from war torn nightmares. He was then sent to Claremont Academy just outside Freedom City and was immediately enrolled there. Fearing that he was suffering from a severe case of PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) he immediately under went mental therapy. Within the week he was back to normal and started to love his new home on earth. He fell in love with a girl on campus and made this sort of mental connection with her. He is now being trained to work for the U.S. Military. The power schools of the U.S. are being used to train people with super powers to be used for military purposes. This is the time period following the Civil War. All supers must be sanctioned under the government now but that’s not without it’s benefits.
Powers/Abilities
1. Has a healing factor so high that he regenerates any form of damage instantly (can not die). Which in turn increases his muscle tissue to the point where he has super-strength beyond that of Superman. Along with increased agility. This also increases the strength of his skin so that it can deflect most forms of attacks like that of Superman.
2. The ability to fly at speeds of up to 10,000 mph.
3. Danger Sense, darkvision, scent, x-ray vision.
4. Can teleport, with the ability to teleport parts of people away and can grab something and teleport away with it.
5. Can control, manipulate, and generate fire hotter than the sun and causes the immediate vicinity to heat up tremendously vaporizing people near by, literally cooking everything around him, essentially turning the ground he walks on into molten lava (lucky he is immune to all this).
6. Visual concealment.
7. Immune to aging, emotion effects, fatigue, fire, radiation, falling damage,
8. Has mastered all forms of combat, martial arts, warfare, strategy, marksmanship, weaponry, and stealth (primary fighting style is a special form of Muay Thai)
9. His powers increase 10 fold when he is struck with an extreme emotional blow (i.e. losing a loved one, etc.)
Weaknesses
Unknown…
John Justice
Warrior is the US’s best weapon. After hundreds of hours of training and at least $96.45, he’s learned to field strip his M4 in 22 seconds. He can survive for months on MREs and has learned not to ask for hazard pay when hes outside the zone.
As a heroic space soldier, Z-Man came to earth to escape a civil war on his home planet. There, time has a different meaning, and the 5,000 year old battled-hardened outsider has been made wise and strong from the war on his planet.
Too bad I bought this off PSN last week 🙁
A lot of civil war in this contest!
Thanks for the contest. I’ll post later.
Stinger
Yellow and black suit
Venom sleeper throwing darts
Ability to hover with silent jet pack
She was born in the very outreaches of space on the cold, industrial planet of Garvell. Trained by the galaxy’s most elite soldiers and in secret, by her Father. Silvia would become an unexpected last hope for justice for the struggling people on her planet.
“Father, how much longer must my training persist?” Silvia asked her now distracted father. “Until you are ready for the coming war,” he said with a coldness in his voice Silvia never heard before “People are becoming confused, fearful about what they do not understand.” Silvia didn’t know what to say, and even if she did, how would she say it. “Father, we can prevent this war,” Silvia said, fear was getting the best of her. She continued with a strained voice “There is still time to give in to the peoples’ demands.” Her father just glared at his once loyal daughter. His gaze getting colder with each passing second, cold enough to cut the night air itself. “These people will submit to me, they will acknowledge me as their leader. It semms the only way to get them to understand is by force!” He bellowed. “What you say is heresy!Guards! Take her away!” She watched as two Gavellian guards appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. She tried to reason with them, but they would not hear it. They threw her out into the front gates of the castle. She landed with a thud, temporarily knocking the wind out of her. Her father had been following them the entire time, as he was now standing right in front of her by the time she regaind her breath. “Treacherous daughter!” he said in a loud, yet calm way as if he knew this was exactly what was going to happen. “You leave me no choice… You are hereby banished from this castle on the grounds of heresy.” She thought about what she could say to change her father’s mind, but she knew he would not listen. He stood over her know, like an eight-foot tall beast of a man.
His chest heaving in and out, he stood there for no longer than a minute eyeing her waringly. Then he turned, not another word said motioning the guards to close the gate. As the gate closed, she watched as her father, nay her enemy stroll into the castle.
She sat there a moment wondering what to do next. She couldn’t get the guards to help her, and the servants would not be able to hear her in the sound muffling snowstorm. She was alone, left for dead in the harsh outdoors without a shred of hope to survive to the morning. That’s when she saw it, a dim light in the ditance getting bigger and brighter the closer it got to her. There was a figure holding the light, a figure cloaked in layers of dark robes. She didn’t know what to expect as the figure outstretched their hand. At that moment the light faded and Silvia passed ouut from exhaution.
When she awoke, a young woman was sitting by her bedside preparing some soup. “Where am I?” Silvia said. “You are safe.” the woman said calmly. She thought for a moment as if waiting for a reply. She spoke again, “Rest now, for tomorrow begins the war.”
If this don’t win, you guys suck eggs. Rotten ones.
He black, white big and loved by kids everywhere. He’s SuperPandaMan.
When Chris Johnson donned the Panda Suit for his nephews birthday, he didn’t expect anything more dangerous than a a fling of ice cream. Once the suit was zipped up and the head attacked, is when he first felt IT.
His heart started racing, and he muscles felt abnormally relaxed- they wanted to be exercised. He reached for the helium tank nearby- the one he had a hard time moving. Upon touching it something did not feel right. It felt as light as one of the balloons. Was this some kind of trick?
He carelessly threw the tank toward the wall, expecting it to harmless bounce off like a rubber toy. Instead the tank burst through that wall, an adjacent wall, finally stopping in the shower located across the house.
To be continued.
I’ll post my superdooper hero later.
The name of the hero in this story is Snow, who was born from the frost of the winter winds. Snow was a peculiar hero who rises only when the temperature was subtle. He knew his limits, and did not attempt to extend his boundaries where he was not welcomed. He was a champion of elation and merriment, and the children welcomed his presence. A malleable hero, he could mold himself into a variety of shapes and with it, a multitude of respective costumes. Although this hero was a virtuous hero, he possessed his fair share of enemies, who exploits his weakness year by year. His archenemy was the sun. Snow was helpless to defend himself against the radiance of the sun. As the sun’s violent rays grew stronger and stronger, there was nothing for Snow to do except to perish in a stoic fashion. Snow knew, however, that this would not be the end of the Snow legacy, as the clouds graces the land with his successors year by year, as entitled by the birthright of endowed by nature.
I was having trouble getting through to the site right now.
Man, I wish I had some ideas right now. I’ll have to come up with a good story later.
The year is 1883. Carnegie Steel celebrates the birth of a hero, Captain of Industry! Originally a steel mill worker, James Herne was transformed into the metal hero by a collaboration of Carnegie’s greatest engineers and the ghost of Cornelius Vanderbilt. With a fist like a freight train, his enemies flee in vain for there is no escape from his transcontinental delivery of justice! Designed as a counter for U.S Steel’s Walking Foundry, the two were bitter rivals until 1901 when U.S. Steel bought out Carnegie Steel. With the uniting of these two behemoths, the metal men’s usefulness came to an end. Walking Foundry was permanently deactivated, smelted into steel beams, and then seven years later used to build the one of the first Model-T cars. Captain of Industry, now 49 years old, in deference to his 32 year career, was given a $9.29 Ingersoll Pocketwatch (2010 est. value $524) and made eligible for early retirement.
The year is 2010. Hollow footsteps echo throughout the deserted library. Though distant, a newscaster’s drone can clearly be heard. “…that tragic loss of life has a silver lining. In other news, a number of depression era documents that were donated to the Library of Congress last week have historians buzzing…was…experts…” The echoing footsteps drown out the words as an old, bespectacled woman steps behind the desk. “These are the copies you asked for,” the woman says, holding out a stack of papers. “People were in here all last week, but you’re the first to ask for these, far as I know.” The ancient man across the counter slowly reaches his creaking hand out, asking, “These are the U.S. Steel reports, no?” “Yes,” the woman replies, impatiently forcing the papers into his hands. She stops, shocked, upon touching his frightfully cold hand. She starts to speak, but words elude her as he turns and walks away. The man hobbles to his car, pawing through the papers as he moves. As he opens the door and takes a seat, he smiles. The words, “You betrayed us all those years ago, Ghost Vanderbilt,” come humming out of his toothless mouth. He pats the steering wheel of his Model-T with his steel hand and whispers, “It’s time for our revenge old friend.”
After six centuries, Dr. Lactose finally discovered the answer he sought. The meaning of life, countless people ask this greatest question of philosophy, but never find a concrete answer. Dr. Lactose knew though. The answer to everything was cheese. Cheese could solve world hunger. Cheese would never desert you. Cheese could end war and strife.
Dr. Lactose knew this answer before, but he did not know how to control the power of cheese. Then, it struck him like a solid block of colby jack. Using the same technology behind compressed cheese, Dr. Lactose found how to squeeze tons of delicious cheddar into a tiny pellet. He could create anything with all of this cheese; nothing could stop him. His first move as the master of cheese was to end all of the struggling, to cease combat and finally create world peace once and for all. Dr. Lactose died and a new entity was born: Cheese Whiz. Millions of people watched as this wizard of cheese combated crime and ceased wars. Almost everybody felt secure now, happiness was assured…
Not everyone felt content with this idleness though; overcoming struggles was the meaning of life to some people, and there needed to be those to cause them. Cheese Whiz’s ideology should not be pushed on everyone in the world. Many men felt this way, but few were up to the task. Intense training and countless hours of preparation were required to face up against the immense power of cheese. The few men that stayed with the training teamed up, forming a counsel to combine their powers and take down the meddlesome Cheese Whiz forever.
Their leader, The Glutton, was a man of gigantic size, able to consume as much cheese as was thrown at him. Second in command was Mr. Timely, able to age any cheese so old that even the Cheese Whiz could not stand to bear the pungent odor. Their three lackeys, not posing as much of a threat as the leaders but still a huge threat to peace everywhere, were Captain Meatman, a beefy scientist that believed that meat was the answer to everything and commanded meat to his bidding; Intolerant Jack, a young kid that was doomed to never be able to consume cheese without becoming sick that used that to his advantage; and Madame Bacteria, a lovely lady that tainted cheese to harm those that dare try to keep it around. With all of them gathered, they formed the Legion of Sour Milk.
The battles between Cheese Whiz and the Legion of Sour Milk were always intense, Cheese Whiz using his invincible Cheese Suit, explosive Cheese Pellets, and destructive Cream Cheese to fend off the Legion, but never able to defeat them. The winner between cheese and evil may never be decided, but Cheese Whiz fights on, fending for the world.
I’m not playing, since I’m Canadian. But this is my favorite so far!
No one knows what island he came from, but every one knows his name. Mr. Surf. No first name is needed. He has the powers to control water. He has lots of special moves, like water nuke, tidal wave, and his mega ultra tier 1 move, Aloha Splash. Aloha smash takes a small pacific island and smashes it on the bad guys face. He is the best thing to come out of the pacific ocean since deep fried fish fried.
Far the middle of the 3rd no maybe the 2nd roll of an inside of a dounut case comes SUGERDUDE. Suger dude has the power to make all lame food taste good. it will turn all your bad tasting food turn into Suger soaked superfood that will send people bouncing off walls like litle monkeys inside of a barrle full of monkey game. His arch rivals will be any food that your parents say that are good for your health and other things the goverment wants young children to eat these days . His weakness would be Rice cakes cause those have to be the worse tasting foods of all times 🙂
Captain MSN! By simply touching his favorite Microsoft, Sony, or Nintendo (get it, MSN?) game of choice either via disc or TV, he gains the powers of that character from said game. He also has the ability to combine different abilities from different games together!
How did he gain this amazing power? By winning a special contest containing a golden disc, when he inserted the disc in his console, the TV glowed & an explosion of light gave him his powers!
His arch-nemesis? Anyone who hates video games & wishes to get rid of them.
Not only does he fight crime, but he fights for the rights of video gamers everywhere!
From the depths of gaming hell, SEGA Man rises from the grave to defend those who support classic SEGA consoles. Equipped with an ear-piercing scream, SEGA Man uses his animalistic vocal abilities to decimate the eardrums of Nintendo and Sony fanboys, or anyone else who defies the awesomeness of SEGA.
SEGA Man’s only discernable weakness is his longevity. He self-destructs after two years. However, his remains are sprinkled along the rings of Saturn, giving birth to the next SEGA hero!
Ah, this was just a crazy Dream(cast)…
HA! MS doesn’t even exist is Sega Man’s world. I like it!
By day, Robert Johnson is an average teenager. Goes to high school, hangs out with friends, has a girlfriend, has dinner at the dinner table with the family. You know, the average teenage life style. However one night, Robert decided to sneak out with his friend, David, and go to an abandoned warehouse. Trying to look for ghosts, Robert stumbled upon special gloves. Seconds later, two giant Russian meatheads come and try to kidnap Robert. David and Robert escaped from the warehouse with these special gloves. Robert then put on these gloves and they seemed to activate with ease. Not knowing what the gloves did, Robert put up his hand and instantly, David went into a trance. With the snap of Robert’s fingers, David came out of the trance. Both amazed with these gloves, Robert and David decided to put the gloves to use and help people in the city. Obviously, Robert will keep the gloves and David is the loyal sidekick. Trying to come up with name for a persona, a few names were thrown out. Hypno? Nah, that was a name of a lame Pokemon. Abstractor? No, that just sounds like constructor and it just doesn’t sound good. The guys agreed on the name Trance. Hey, it fit with what the gloves can do. Now with a name and some sort of power, Robert Johnson is now Trance. Fighting crime and defending his little world (city I should say).
By day Jake Bonzai is the Make-out King of East Charleton High, but by night … he is also the Make-out King of East Charleton High. That is because lonely girls with poor self-esteem never take breaks, so neither does he. It is a tough job that not many teenage boys who are also professional wrestlers could handle. But Jake Bonzai must bear this burden, for he has the most kissably soft lips in all of East Charleton High. This is because Jake Bonzai’s mom makes a moisturizing potion for him that he drinks every day for breakfast. One day Jake Bonzai had a sleepover and his best friend Ray Charles IV came over. Little did Jake Bonzai know that Ray Charles IV was actually Ray Charles V in disguise! As we all know, Ray Charles V is the jealous type so he poisoned Jake Bonzai’s moisturizing potion. As we also all know, Ray Charles V is a terrible chemist and poisoned the moisturizing potion with Lucky Charms breakfast cereal. Unbeknownst to Ray Charles V, he evoked ancient magicks (yes, more than one!) and ended up poisoning the potion anyways.
Jake Bonzai drank the potion even though he thought something was up because he’s the kind of guy who gives other kinds of guys the benefit of a doubt. But then he was in the hospital for a week. When he woke up from his megacoma, he realized that whenever he made-out with a girl he would blow her up. So he decided to give up the title of Make-out King of East Charleton High and kiss bad guys to death instead. Ironically, the next in line for the title of Make-out King of East Charleton High was Ray Charles V, so everything worked out for him. Jake Bonzai’s only weakness is low humidity air, because it chaps his explosion lips. His arch rival is the entire continent of Antarctica, because it has the lowest humidity. Jake Bonzai’s costume is exactly like Batman’s, but cooler. Not literally cooler, because that would chap his lips. Duh.
Ever since the Shenmue II debacle, MS has been dead to me. Nevertheless, I do enjoy my 360, even if it brings me pain.
Lockoutman!
Lockoutman is the savior of our planet! Born in a vat of radioactive stem-cells and Nintendo’s remaining stock of 10NES chips after the end of their first console’s lifetime. Lockoutman has sworn to defeat piracy in the world using many unconventional means. He flys around the world, because everyone knows all the cool superheroes can fly, and shoots his control rays into the homes of all the little script-kiddies of the world. Back by his fellow members of the Super Tremendous United Partners Identifying Demoralization, Riaan Mpaan, the Martian pirate-hunter, and the Censorite, a being from another world like from an old episode of Dr. Who. Lockoutman prevents all from destroying the economy of the world by copying software of any kind, while ensuring people must constantly upgrade their hardware because their old hardware stops working for some reason. He is the hero for all, preventing collapse into an era similar to the time of the great depression.
Unfortunately there are opponents to our hero. Demons to humanity, horrors to all, degenerates in the best of light; Rabbitboy, Donglewoman, and new to the arch-villain land, the Ciclone. Rabbitboy and Ciclone fight justice by letting people freely use their hardware because in all cases that will lead to illegal acts which perpetuate their plan for world domination. Donglewoman works with resistance fighters around the world to help circumvent the works of Lockoutman. BLASPHEMY, the villains will meet the guillotine at the hands of Lockoutman!!
Lockoutman’s only weakness is free will and voltage spikes, but we don’t want much more than that getting out to the enemies do we? Best stop here.
Many a hero will rise over time,
But very few heroes boast powers of rhyme.
A rare gift indeed, perfect for any jam,
Not to mention the occasional poetry slam.
And so starts our story; a typical day.
(Because really, do these things start any other way?)
Young Mary Sue is just out for a stroll,
Humming and thinking the day rather droll,
When out of the shadows, emerges a foe,
Who says, “Hey little missy, why don’t we go,
Right over there? And I’ll show you a trick?”
His appearance was gross though his manner was slick.
Knowing something was wrong, little Mary said, “No.”
The slick stranger frowned. “I think you’d better go.”
And he pulled out a blade, and held it to her neck,
And he said, “Maybe this will help keep you in check!”
Now a damsel in peril is liable to yell.
And that’s what Mary did, in case you couldn’t tell.
Outside of the alley, a man happened to hear,
Mary’s cry for help, and without any fear,
Ran over to see, what the mess was about.
“And just who are you?” asked Ol’ Slick with a pout.
“Who am I?” said the stranger, beginning to grin.
“It’s difficult to choose just where to begin.
Did I come from a planet, far in outer space?
Or was I exposed to some nuclear waste?
Or maybe I suffer from some odd mutation?
It’s hard to decide, though my retaliation,
Is I am who I am, and the man that I am,
Happens to be here to screw up your plan.
You may have a weapon, and I’m clearly unarmed,
Though the chances of me leaving here at all harmed,
Are negligible. And do note that’s a fact.
For I’ll never lose to a man with your tact.
Threatening a lady is the lowest of lows,
And should you come at me, and should we exchange blows,
Then I promise they’ll be the last you will throw.
So by all means, continue, I’m ready to go.”
The slick man stood agape, before turning around,
Walking away, dropping knife to the ground.
“I don’t have the time to deal with your crap,”
Slick sputtered, and then as quick as a snap,
He was gone. And Mary let out a “Phew!”
And then turned to ask, “Sir, just who are you?”
The man turned away, and he though for a while,
Before looking at Mary. And he said with a smile,
“You may think I’m a hero, but that’s not how it goes.
I’m simply a fellow who really likes prose.”
My name is Wonderboy and I have come from the castle made of clouds, way up in the sky. I have the powers of flight and telekinesis to be able to crush your pathetic existence. My archrival however, Nastyman, has figured out my weakness and has used the mighty Ax against me but I always prevail!
Thanks for the contest I’ve wanted this game since it came out!!!
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