🐲 FIST OF THE SPACE DRAGON [Intergalactic Martial Arts Quest]

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Inspired by classic martial arts films, fighting anime, and my work on prior quests, FIST OF THE SPACE DRAGON has you play as an aspiring martial artist seeking to leave their mark on a cosmos with the power of their fists! You can also use your sneakiness, your intellect, or the capacity to hold a basic conversation to accomplish these goals, but your fists remain important for punching people. As someone who can harness their inner chi, within you burns the spark of a warrior who will draw new friends and foes to them like a space moth to a space flame.

In a universe filled to the brim with giant monsters, kung fu warlords, and intergalactic demon hordes, you have your work cut out for you. The only way to become a living legend (and a posthumous one once you kick the bucket) is to beat up enough tough guys, gals, and ghouls that your name will live on long after the star of your home system fizzles out. Whether your legacy is of fame or infamy depends on how you choose to get there.
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The Dance of the Dark Heart
The Dance of a Dark Heart

Happing System - Planet Stoked

The creatures of the dark,
They lurk within the heart,
Waiting for their moment to arise;
For pleasure or pain,
They can't be contained,
How I long for the creatures of the dark.

As she sang and danced her routine, she could see him there, watching as if she were the only thing in the universe that mattered. The incomparable might of his immortal frame, an aura that flowed with unparalleled power; they lit an unquenchable passion within her that fueled her performance.

Even in spite of the fact that he wasn't actually there.

Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop saw it as nothing less than a tragedy that it was only in her mind's eye that she could see the Dread King Necromania watch her perform. Instead, she was stuck with the local Planet Boss, a Styman named Stoth.

The entire room came to an abrupt stop as the power briefly went out, then the lights came on, cutting the music and leaving the Marinus known as Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop – 'Canwon', as she was sometimes known - with nothing to sing to. She wasn't the only one who took rather annoyed notice of the situation, Stoth and his lounge guests likewise looked about, grumbling as they asked what was going on.

"Someone better provide a good explanation before I have to hurt and explanation out of someone." Said Stoth, the calm of his voice belying the threat it carried.

"Sir, news." Said Talktofist as he entered the room. A Yeren dressed in a crisp, professional, high-class suit that outshined even Stoth's wardrobe, complete with some of the most expensive sunglasses to be found anywhere, he was one of Stoth's key lieutenants. Perhaps his key lieutenant, all business all the time, the one man Stoth could always count on to make sure things were running even when Stoth himself needed to break from the rigors of being a Planet Boss.

"And what news could possibly justify interrupting one of Ms. Canwon's most wonderful performances?" Stoth asked. That his words remained as calm as they were was attributed to Talktofist being the one they were meant for.

Talktofist said nothing, letting his actions do the talking. The TV set in the other major alcove of the loung flipped on.

"Attention all mortals of the Wugant Sector! Lend me your hearing organs!"

Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop's breath caught in her throat.

It was him.

The rest of the universe faded away as she hung on the man's every word, his every action.

"It is I, NECROMANIA! Uncontested ruler of all that he surveys. Perhaps you've heard of me? I must admit, I have become rather tired of being uncontested for so long. No matter how hard I searched for a worthy opponent, it's been YEARS since I've had a good fight! For this reason, I am issuing a challenge to the greatest warriors in all of Wugant! That's right! A challenge! It's a simple one, too! I'm offering anyone who can defeat me in a duel one wish! Anything that is within my power to make come true, I shall! Dominion over a planet or two? Sure. Riches? As big a number as you can imagine! Nyeh heh heh! Not even reversing the process of death itself is beyond my reach!"

A wish. A wish for anything?

The bright spark within Canwon that burned for the Dread King burned brighter than it ever had before.

"However! I won't be making it easy! You'd better come at me with all you've got!"

Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop watched with wide eyes and swiftly beating heart as she witnessed but the first challenger and Necromania's answer with his captivating display of power.

"Where was I? Oh, yes. Beat me and you get one free wish! Think you're tough enough?"

Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop stood frozen with joyful shock as the broadcast came to its conclusion and the room turned quiet.

Was she tough enough?

If she was honest with herself, the answer was 'no, not yet'.

Key word 'yet'.

A laugh broke the silence of the room. Not a big laugh, but a laugh all the same. Everyone in the room turned to Stoth.

"Necromania wants a challenger, does he?" Stoth said as he gently shook his head. "Oh, how I pity the man."

Confusion flowed through the room as people tried to make sense of what Stoth was saying. The Styman stood from his seat and walked to the center of the room.

"A man like him, does he really think that if such a challenger were out there, such a challenger would not have come for Necromania already?" Stoth said. He turned to the room at large.

"Maybe he should use some of that wishing power for himself. Wish himself up the challenger he's looking for." Stoth said, then he laughed as if he'd told a brilliant joke. It received mixed results, some finding it genuinely funny, some laughing just to position themselves favorably in Boss Stoth's eyes, some not sure if they should be wishing at all.

Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop was distinctly in the last category. He may have meant it as a joke, but to Canwon's ears, it sounded like a genuinely brilliant idea.

"Oh, to have everything you want but not have what you really want." Stoth said as he walked back to his seat.

To not have what you really want. It was a feeling Canwon knew all too well. She glanced at Stoth, then stared at the image of Necromania that was currently plastered on the TV screen.

"What you really want." Echoed through Canwon's head.

Stoth could be brilliant at times, even when he didn't realize it. It was among the reasons she'd turned to him when she'd first sought a path to Necromania. His own loyalty to the man and recognition of Dark King's greatness was another. That he was, in contrast to the portly frame most the boarly Stymen were known for, a man of impressive physique didn't hurt either.

"If we can move past that little distraction, perhaps you should take it from the top." Stoth said to Canwon as he took his seat again. "The show must go on, after all."

Silence filled the room, Canwon stood still as her brain remained on a different track.

"I do believe there is still a performance to be finished." Stoth said with a firm reminder. Canwon snapped back to the now, then looked to Stoth. She put on her most convincing fake smile, then took a low bow before returning to first position. From the top, the music began to play, and Canwon began her song and dance once more.

Even as she was distracted, what followed was what Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop recalled as one of her greatest performances. It was the motivation that drove her. Where before she had seen just the Dark King Necromania watching from the crowd, now she could see herself in the crowd as well, as close by his side as she could be.

She had once made her way to Boss Stoth in hopes that he would grant her a path to Necromania himself. Tonight, she knew that had always been a futile path. Something needed to change. She could continue to sing and dance forever, but never would it bring her what she really wanted.

Some might have let such failure grind them down and lose sight of the prize. Not Cant-Stop-Wont-Stop. Necromania may have never been in the room, but he had never not been in her heart.

But if what Necromania really wanted was a worthy challenger, then so be it. Canwon would become that challenger or die trying. She already had a foot in the door – her very dance steps were an adaptation of what combat she already knew, adapted for use in performance. She needed merely adapt it back, then refine it and herself until she was so worthy a challenger that Necromania would never want for a worthy challenger ever again.

Tonight, she would conquer the room with her song and dance. Tomorrow would begin her journey to conquer Necromania's heart.

How I long for the creatures of the dark.
 
Necromania's Greatest Hits
Necromania's Greatest Hits

The commercials came to their end, bringing the TV back to its prime programming. Standing in a studio next to an oversized monitor was a stocky Sschub in a plain-spoken but highly professional suit, the long weaves of the hair that covered the whole of his body a bold shade of dark browns. At the bottom of the screen, an overlay provides a reminder of his name for those who had somehow either forgotten or were just tuning in for the very first time - Olaf Snocone

"And welcome back to Necromania's Greatest Hits, the only show authorized to bring you all the greatest action from the one, the only, the Necromania Take-A-Wish Challenge."

The Sschub host spoke with a deep voice of unusual presence and authority, as if he could monologue about the most boring things in existence and still find a way to make them interesting.

"As we reach the conclusion of tonights episode, we finally bring you the replay you've all been waiting for."

The screen to the side provided a graphic that was itself graphic, showing the outline of a Torusan with a pile of bones and internal bits scattered about. A title - "The Inside Story" - lay over the mess of a display.

"In the months since it began, the Necromania Take-A-Wish Challenge has taken the Wugant Sector by storm, and quite possibly the galaxy at large as well. We've already seen scores of ill-fated challengers meet their brutal ends at the hands of our Dark Lord and Master, the Dread King Necromania. But to date, perhaps none have put the 'blood' in 'Blood Planet Omegadeth' like our next video."

"For anyone watching at home who is squeamish, I ask both why you're watching this show in the first place and also what is wrong with you."

The screen cut to an infographic display where on the one half was an action shot of a Torusan, a name plate of "Tumbleweed" below the image. The other half was a box filled with supposed factoids, though it was impossible to tell which were true and which were made up for dramatic or comedic effect, such as the line at the bottom of 'Last Meal: Probably Chow Mein Stew'.

"Our latest victim is a Torusan named Tumbleweed." Olaf narrated over the display. "And he's about to learn why you should always watch where you step."

After a few brief moments, the video cut to Omegadeth itself. The camera moved around a bit, as if searching for something, then after a brief view of Necromania's castle of skull and bones, it panned up high into the sky. There, something fell from the sky, likely dropped from a ship that was soaring away and out of view.

"Necromania!" The falling object shouted as it sped toward the castle. The camera zoomed in, and it became clear that the falling object was a Torusan. As he neared the top of the castle, jet boosters fired that slowed down his speed, then burst away in various directions, letting the Torusan safely land on the highest point of the Dark Tyrant's castle. After a moment to let a heroic landing sink in, the Torusan took a triumphant pose.

"Your vanquisher has arrived!" The Torusan declared. "It is I, Tumbleweed! Let the galaxy hear my name, for it is soon destined to go down in the annals of history!"

Tumbleweed hopped about atop the castle, almost as if putting on some kind of acrobatics display. A litany of shouts and grunts came as the small adorable alien lunged about.

Then, the view cut to a new camera that showed Necromania himself approaching.

"When I called for challengers, I don't recall saying anything about landing on my house." Necromania said. It was hard to tell if he was more amused by the audacity on display or annoyed that his castle was now being practically danced on by what he well expected to be another disappointing challenger.

"Ah-ha!" Tumbleweed shouted, turning toward Necromania and taking a pre-combat pose. "At last, you stand before me, where your last moments begin!"

"You have my attention." Necromania said. "And that attention comes with great expectations. Fail to meet them, and I'll have you wishing for the same quick and boring deaths I gave those came before you."

Tumbleweed shouted a battle cry, then lunged at Necromania. Already, he'd lasted longer than most those who had already failed in their own challenges. Several more bounds followed as Tumbleweed leapt about, moving with impressive speed and creating the impression that the Torusan might actually provide a challenge, if not somehow find a way to win.

However, it didn't take long before it became clear to anyone watching that the only reason Tumbleweed was still alive was because Necromania willed it. Whether to draw out the eventual humiliation of Tumbleweed's defeat, because the display somehow amused Necromania, or for some reason known only to the Dark Tyrant himself, it was clear that Tumbleweed only lived because Necromania was toying with him.

Anyone watching who hadn't picked up on it already had the fact slapped in the face when Necromania reached out and grabbed Tumbleweed by the throat.

It was there that the screen paused for a moment, a close-up shot of Necromania holding Tumbleweed in a death grip, the Torusan's eyes bulging wide. The moment was punctuated by new narration from Olaf Snocone.

"I'm not a mind reader, but in this moment, even I can tell what's going through Tumbleweed's head." Olaf narrated. "I believe they're words to the effect of 'I've made a terrible mistake'."

The video resumed playing, allowing the display of the highlight. A few brief moments of panicked action followed from Tumbleweed as the Torusan tried to correct his mistake and avoid having everything be rendered moot.

It was likewise clear that those few moments only happened because Necromania was again toying with Tumbleweed before the Dread King near literally turned Tumbleweed inside out.

The video showed the moment in all its gruesome glory, all the way till Necromania finally tossed Tumbleweed's bloody remains aside to a pair of waiting zombie warriors.

"And now let's see it again." Olaf narrated. The entire video rewound to the beginning, then played all the way through again, this time without the pause or narration. The rest of the segment continued in kind, including highlighting particular moments of Necromania turning Tumbleweed's death into a moment and slow-motion replays.

Finally, at last, the video made its way to the end.

"At least he made it interesting this time." Necromania said, then he turned to one of the cameras. The video cut to the feed of Necromania facing the camera head on.

"If only he'd made it interesting by actually being a challenge." Necromania said. "Still waiting!"

There was an undertone of boredom and being unimpressed that underscored the final two words before turning and wandering off, muttering something to the zombie attendants holding Tumbleweeds remains. Debate would rage in some circles for weeks about what exactly Necromania said. Most concluded it was something about Necromania turning Tumbleweed's remains into something, though what exactly nobody was quite sure.

Then, the video faded to black before cutting back to the studio with Olaf on display.

"As are we all." Olaf said to the camera. "But until that day, I'm sure we'll all continue to enjoy watching the Dread King Necromania put all the wannabe upstarts in their place."

"Until next time, this has been Necromania's Greatest Hits."

The camera pulled back and faded as credits rolled, which were soon joined by a promo reel for the next show in the nightly lineup.

Though really, it was easy to pity whatever program had the duty of having to follow up a show like that.
 
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A Creation’s Preperations
A Creation's Preperations​

Before he can get within range to deliver a death blow, Necromania raises one hand. Out of it comes a conical blast of green fire that cremates the unfortunate challenger on his feet-



Green fire clashed against blue fire as a terrified Yeren found himself on the losing end of the clash, eyes wide before-



A Toursan ran in circles, narrowly dodging blasts of fire here and there in rapid succession-


Similar scenes played out on the monitors in the lab, leaving Spectra to accumulate data on her inevitable opponent. Calculations were run, estimating and correlating levels of heat resistance to average members of the challenger's species before weighing it in comparison to her own parts before plans were formulated to plan upgrades to her hardware. Spectra's maker had gone out of her way to accumulate top of the line parts (to say nothing about the Chi Drive that powered her itself), but everything inevitably drew negative comparisons to the most powerful being in the universe.

There was nothing to do for the moment while her subroutines were running, so Spectra allowed a moment to himself to sort through her plans for when she left the planet. Searching the entirety of Forgo for any traces of her maker had taken years, and without anything but a name there were little odds of a better outcome once she reached the next planet. The most powerful being in the universe, however, had the resources to cover distances in a fraction of the time it would take for her to do the same with resources that would not normally be available to her, increasing his odds of success significantly higher than they were before. It was well worth the trade off of having to make less detailed searches on planets than he had originally calculated, even if now she would have to move her timeline from "whenever she was done searching" to a balance of digging into the planet and moving on closer to Necromania.

The television screen devoted to waiting for more challengers to face Necromania flashed on without prompting, pausing the running videos in preparation to record this new one. Spectra couldn't help a familiar spark of annoyance to filter through at the ease at which the lab switched to preparing to observe the video and the lingering reminder of her creator. Kishinami had left so many resources, so much effort left into her creation, only to leave her behind in a lab left only for her. No matter how much processing power he devoted to it or how much data she fed into it, she couldn't understand it.

If you were willing to go so far for me, why would you leave me behind?

But with the opportunity Necromania was offering, the answers she sought might finally be within her grasp. If he couldn't find Kishinami, then her search was truly hopeless.

Shaking her head to terminate her thought process with a meaningless gesture, Spectra turned her attention to the screen to observe the next challenger's attempt. Every combat was unique - a product of the crowds of wish makers charging the Phaios system in the hopes of having their own requests fulfilled.

And soon enough, Spectra would be among them for her own wish.
 
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