Thread: S7Nera

The twisting and turning of the fall soon grew very boring. Breaking from the chain of memories that flooded his mind upon the initial time warp was enough to drive a man insane. It's a good thing Harv was already deemed crazy or he might have fallen into a new state of darkness. Still, it was pleasant walking down memories lane. Not. Who, in their right mind, wanted to dig up a past that which they tried to forget?

Needless to say, glowing colors soon collided with the falling pair of individuals who were sent on the greatest adventures of their lives. Too bad the world was counting on them and they were being pursued by some of the sexiest virtues alive (shouldn't it be a sin to be that good looking? After all, Harv was considered a sin and he is the hottest man to walk the planet).

When the ground finally swallowed them whole, Harv was the first to realize that they couldn't die. For within the first seven-seconds of their arrival to the dawn of the dinosaurs, Harvey was flattened by his fellow teammates. Head popping from its socket, the rift-raft heroes all watched as a large GAME OVER appeared before their eyes.

A whirl of colors swarmed them and, within less than a second, they were all back to where they started. Only, this time, they were all standing rather than flattening Harvey.

Brow cocked and head spinning for he was thoroughly confused, Davis looked over his shoulder at the so-called heroes that were behind him.

"Uhh, did I just die?" It was a rhetorical question. Of course he died; everyone saw that Harvey's name was crossed out, which meant that he was the reason for the reset. Annoyed that he had to be the first to die, he pulled out his pistol and gave it a good fire. He didn't even bother to aim.

Again, colors engulfed them and they were reset in time. Smirk on his face, the blonde cracked a joke that he found most fitting for the moment.

"I don't know about the rest of you, but I could get used to this. I feel like we're in a bad western movie but we have infinite lives. It's like that glitch in Pokemon where you get unlimited MasterBalls, only we get unlimited lives."

It was a pathetic comparison but he thought it was appropriate for this lot of heroes. They seemed to be the kind that would understand his reference. They all grew up in the same-ish era so, odds were, they had all played Pokemon at least once. Or so he hoped. Had they not, then Harv would call them a "poor, deprived child who, clearly, did not have a childhood worth discussing."

A ferocious roar called out from within a mile of where they stood. Blinking, Harv started to crack up before whirling out his gun again. "I have always wanted to take on a T-rex." Realizing that a gun made him look less badass, he strapped it away and readied his fists.

"Rexy, it's time you meet Harvey, the reason why you died."

Greg took pleasure in flattening that foolish fool, but when said fool shot him, he knew it meant War. Nobody messed with Greg Tang and lived, never mind shot him! Plus the fool just challenged a T-Rex. Perfect!

Scowling and with murder in his eyes, Greg sneaked behind Harv and kicked him with a precise strike borne of over a decade of martial training, somehow managing to not disturb his rather short loincloth in the process. The hit stuck true and propelled Harv just inside the T-Rex roaring maw. The following event were very gory and satisfying, in Greg not so humble opinion.

Just as he was smirking in malicious glee, the world once again changed into a mess of colours as all was reset once more. Worth it.

As the world stabilized itself in a semblance of order, a strange old man in a tiny loincloth bashed all of they skulls with his massive club and ran away giggling and screaming about whipper-snappers.

As Greg slowly came back to an hour later, he knew he had found himself another mortal foe. That old fart would DIE.

As Takumi slept on the he dreamed good things until the roar woke him up he stared at the monstrous lizard and goy exteamely annoyed. He gragged the nearest stick then got bashed on the head bu an old geezer. He got agitatedand yelled "SAA, OMAE WA TSUMI WO KAEZRO" which translated to Now, count your crimes. He grabbed a bigger stick and raised it above his head, then without warning he collapswd onto the ground asleep.