I am an aspiring writer, professional asshole and worst of all, a teenager.
I'm at the age of 19 now, hopefully attending and living at the University of Madonna come fall. The career I'm aiming for now will probably be Nursing in the specialty of ER Medicine, though I'm also interested in anything mental health related.
I'm more of a movie buff than I am a gamer, but when it comes down to it, I love all forms of entertainment. Right now, I'm drifting apart from gaming because I'm poor and generally don't feel that gaming has improved enough over the years for me to keep pouring money into it, but as always I'm eager to discuss games as a medium and will remain a gamer for life, no matter how estranged I am.
I write fiction and non fiction and am currently doing my best to improve in both. I hope to get to the level where I'm skilled enough to have anything published, and I can say that I won't be able to die happy if I'm never able to accomplish my fiction and non fiction goals.
That being said, there isn't a whole lot more to be as I'm an incredibly boring person, so here's a list of some of my favorite books, movies, and games.
Sonic and Knuckles
The Super Smash Brothers Series
The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask
Final Fantasy VIII
Final Fantasy IX
Threads of Fate
Final Fantasy X
God of War
Kingdom Hearts 1
Kingdom Hearts 2
Metal Gear Solid 2
Metal Gear Solid 3
Phoenix Wright: Ace Attorney
Metal Gear Solid 4
Lost in Translation
Kill Bill Volumes 1 and 2
The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets
The Nightmare before Christmas
The Dark Knight
Sympathy for Lady Vengeance
Joint Security Area
A Game of Thrones
A Storm of Swords
The Name of the Wind
The Great Gatsby
The Good Earth
The Chocolate Wars
The Sun Also Sets
(I kind of fell out of reading for most of highschool and am now getting back into it, always down for reading recommendations)
This story is the result of a joke involving one of the forum members talking about a fight to the death for the poster.
So being a writer, inspiration struck leading me to write this story, where Senor Doucheoisie, a cruel King, tasks forum members Gyrael, Phantomile, Jay Hitcher(formerly known as Jhitcher42) and yours truly in a battle of epic proportions.
The Scott Pilgrim War
With malice in his eyes, and murder in his heart, Gatsby looked upon his three opponents.
Phantomile, with his hair long, disheveled and brown; his white Smashing Pumpkins T-shirt contrasting his dark blue jeans. He clearly had been trying to emulate the great hero Scott Pilgrim, though despite his cries to Senor that his attempted heracy should win him the melee, the cruel Asian only giggled and rubbed his hands together in anticipation of what was to come. In his hand was his prized weapon. A sword engulfed in pink flame so bright that it illuminated all the area around him, he had dubbed it The Power of Love, though many had given it the nick name of "Power of 13 year Old Girl Manipulation", thought not to his face, lest they see it's true power themselves, as many had.
Gyrael, known by many as the Spider Lord, was adorned in spider silk mail, eerily shiny and reputedly indestructible. His skin was pale and his features were hard and gaunt. His mouth was curled into a smile, though his eyes only reflected hatred. Unlike Phantomile who had brandished his weapon openly, the Spider Lord left his weapon concealed under his black cloak.
Jay Hitcher, unwilling to fight, had been dragged into the melee by two of Senor's Hipster Guard. His blue jeans were now severely worn at the knees and his pea coat was lined with dust after having made contact with the cold concrete. Looking upon his three foes, all fully armored, his nervous fidgeting had turned into pure hysteria. "WHY ARE WE DOING THIS?" he screamed "AREN'T WE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS? SCOTT PILGRIM IS SUPPOSED TO BRING US TOGETHER, OH GOD I DON'T WANT TO DIE."
Gatsby looked upon the boy and sighed, his voice slightly echoing through his steel helmet. "Young J, you know nothing."
Gatsby wore a suit of armor that had been dyed black. His bald head, and ridiculously furry eyebrows were concealed beneath a steel helmet sculpted in the likeness of Bill Murray. Sheathed behind his back, was a bastard sword, and in his left hand he held a wooden shield that had the face of Envy Adams painted upon it.
The three of went to one knee before Senor, who looked down upon them on his throne of Surf Pop Vinyls. In his hand, he held the rolled item which the three would soon spill blood for, extending it out towards the four combatants, a cruel smile washed over his face.
"This is what you want, yes?"
The four knelt in silence.
"If you want it, then the last man alive gets it! Do you understand? Only one of you shall survive this, and only one of you shall get this prize. Do any of you object?"
Jay Hitcher rose instantly. "I OBJECT. OH PLEASE SENOR I HAVE TO MUCH TO LIVE FOR."
"No objections then?" inquired Senor
"No." echoed Phantomile, Gyrael and Gatsby.
"Then rise, brave warriors! Rise, and fight, and slaughter for your precious Scoot Pilgroom!"
They rose, and steel clashed with steel, and Senor only smiled and said "What fools these Scott Pilgrim fans be."
The sound for battle had been called, and those who had been once been friends aimed to spill eachother's life's blood.
The Spider Lord looking for an easy target, chased Jay Hitcher, who despite his cowardice, proved agile enough to evade the Spider Lord's unarmed blows.
Momentarily distracted by the foes locked in combat, Gatsby all but forgot about Phantomile's presence, a move that proved near fatal as Phantomile appeared above him mid air, bring the Power of Love down in a savage two handed strike.
Gatsby raised his shield up just in time, stopping the blow and sending burning splinters in every direction. Envy's face was now unrecognizable and in an effort to avenge her, Gatsby pushed Phantomile backward, unsheathed his bastard sword, and pressed the attack.
Phantomile was quick and graceful, his strength was no match for Gatsby's, but without armor to weigh him down, he was much quicker, allowing him to easily side step the blows he couldn't parry.
Gatsby's armor soon felt heavier and heavier. Taking advantage of Gatsby's fatigue, Phantomile began to run circles around the asshole knight, occasionally striking his armor, causing sparks to fly with every blow, and severely heating Gatsby's armor in certain spots.
Phantomile, convinced of victory, stood ahead of Gatsby, his blade facing downward. “Not looking good....Fatsby.”
Gatsby gave a side swipe, but only cut air as Phantomile circled around him.
He then kicked at the back of Gatsby's knee, sending him down on all fours.
“Once I get that poster, I think I'll break it in by having a threesome with two highschool sophomores....Asian of course, just like you've always dreamed about.....Fatsby.”
Gatsby turned and caught Phantomile around the waist in a bear hug. Momentarily panicked, Phantomile violently shook until Gatsby's grip loosened. He then rose The Power of Love and struck Gatsby full on in the face, rending his helmet.
Gatsby fell to the ground. With the strength he had left he wrenched his helmet off. His forehead was on fire, and he was bleeding profusely from his left eye.
“I've always wanted to kill you, Gatsby” admitted Phantomile “But before I do, I think I'll spoil the main twist of Birth by Sleep for you.”
“No! You....you son of a bitch.”
“That's me!” said Phantomile, fiercely proud. “As for the twist, well let's just say that Cyborg Ansem totally kills-what the?!”
Just then, Jay Hitcher came running past them yelling “Oh god, oh god, oh god.”
Executioner and execute watched the frightened child run past.
Phantomile looked behind him and then back towards Gatsby again. “Say, where IS Gyrael?”
In answer, there were a few glimmers, and then an audible tang.
Phantomile looked up at something that Gatsby couldn't see“Oh no...”
A web then formed between them, and Gatsby and Phantomile were bought violently jerked midair, ensnared in a web that froze the two of them in place.
Though the strands of web were no more than an inch long in width, The Spider Lord walked upon them as if they were solid ground. At first, he circled around Gatsby and Phantomile, appraising them: the predator choosing his prey. When he was satisfied, he sat cross legged between them.
“Welcome to my web, old friends.”
“I like what you've done with the place.” remarked Gatsby
“Oh hardy fucking har. We were trying to kill each other and now we're talking like we're buddies. Very funny. Just get it over with, asshole.” said Phantomile
Gyrael looked genuinely hurt by Phantomile's outburst and spoke in an offended tone. “Whoa, whoa cunt. It's not my fault that you were too busy discussing faggy Kingdom Hearts to notice me winding my web. Not like you morons could notice me spinning it even if you were looking, but still.”
“You're still an asshole.” noted Phantomile
Gyrael shrugged. “Yeah, well I'm gonna eat you alive first now.”
The look of horror on Phantomile's face brought a smile to Gatsby's. The smile didn't last long when Gatsby realized that he'd be eaten alive next, but he was grateful for the moment of warmth despite himself.
Gyrael rose and walked over Phantomile. He opened his mouth wide, revealing a set of razor sharp teeth; he then fell upon Phantomile and bit him in the shoulder, instantly tearing through flesh and muscle. He looked to Gatsby, his mouth full of muscle, blood dripping from his mouth and smiled before returning to Phantomile to take another bite.
Phantomile shrieked like nothing human and only in response to the commotion did Gatsby begin his efforts to escape.
He tried to wrench an arm free, but his momentum only made the web swing, leaving his arm in the same place.
Finally annoyed by Phantomile's wailing, Gyrael stopped feasting upon his torso and said “Dude, just stop...” He then struck Phantomile in the face, shattering his glasses. He struck again, and again, and with his blows, the web rose up and then down.
Gatsby noticed that he was slipping downward, and then it dawned on him. His armor had been severely heated by Phantomile's sword, and sure enough, the residing heat had weakened Gyrael's web below him. Spider silk when tightly bound was indestructible, but single strands such as this......
Gatsby waited for the web to rise, and then when it fell, he brought all his weight down. The web rose higher, and he brought his weight down again. He could hear the web below him snapping.
He brought it down again, and more snapped, he slowly began to fall through, until all that was holding him up was his hand, tangled within a few pieces and unmoving no matter how much he struggled.
Then, Gyrael's blows stopped, and all was quiet. Gatsby desperately tried to shake himself free, but he was only making slight progress. Gyrael was nowhere in sight though, so maybe yet...
A tap on his shoulder.
Behind him, the Spider Lord was standing upside down on his web.
“Close call, Gatsby. You almost made it. Of course, now that you've gone and done something like this, I'm totally going to eat you alive now instead.” He spat a venomous substance at Gatsby's armor and then wrenched his breast plate off, also removing the gorge around his neck.
“Of course, you're one of my best bros, so I'll make this quick.”
He went for the bite, but then there was a noise from above, followed by a large flash of light.
They looked up and saw the words 'PHANTOMILE HAS LEVELED UP' displayed in the air.
“For real?” asked Gyrael.
Then there was a flash followed by a trail of flame that struck the Spider Lord , sending him flying. Whatever hit him had followed him into the air, and the sound of their combat could be heard in the distance.
The web caught fire, and Gatsby fell below, striking the ground hard.
Consciousness came and then went. He thought ht saw a figure coming at him, but he didn't have the strength to rise, darkness took him once again.
When he awoke again, he was in a different place. Kneeling over him was Jay Hitcher.
“You're alive!” said Jay Hitcher
“I was afraid you weren't going to make it.”
The sounds of Gyrael's and Phantomile's battle were still audible.
“Whoever wins that fight is going to kill us both.”
Jay Hitcher looked towards the sounds of combat. “I don't think so.”
Gatsby would've laughed if it didn't hurt so much. “Oh Young J, I still have so much to teach you.”
“You know who's fought against worse odds like this and won?”
The memory washed over Gatsby. Oh the brave 14 year old warrior goddess. German, fiery haired, and bad to the bone. She was the one who showed that anything was possible.
“You know J, you might be onto something there.”
“But there's more.”
“Asuka gets an eye patch.” He brought his hand out and set something in Gatsby's hand. “And so do you.”
Gatsby looked into his hand and saw the black eye patch in all it's glory. He put a hand over his left eye to see that it was gone, replaced by a large gash that began at his eye brow and went far down into his cheek.
He fastened the eye patch on, and a flash of illumination came from it.
'+5 Badass(+10 when 'eye scar' is equipped)'
'+10 Self Imposed Leadership'
“Do you know what you must do now?” asked Jay Hitcher
Gatsby looked deep within himself, and knew what he had to do.
“Young J, for all I have taught you, in the end, it was you who taught me, and in the thing that was most important. Shall I make it out of this alive, I will forever be in your debt.”
“You better. Who else is going to discuss Eva with me?”
With that, Gatsby ran towards the sound of battle. He saw them in the distance, in flight. Their movements were too fast to see in detail, but he did see flashes of fire, and a black substance that snuffed the flames, while never quenching them—the two elements locked in constant battle.
Gatsby waited until the two were above him and jumped mid air to meet them. He waited until they bought went to strike each other, and saw his opportunity when the two's blades were locked in a struggle to gain ground.
Gatsby grabbed both of them around the waist, and threw all his weight down, slamming them into the ground in a great force that cratered the ground below them.
When the dust settled, the two of them were on the ground, temporarily dazed.
“Before we raise our blades against one another, hear me out.” pleaded Gatsby
The two warriors looked at Gatsby suspiciously, but given his recent display of strength, seemed eager enough to hear him out(at least long enough to regain their strength)
“We have nearly killed, or in Gyrael's case here, eaten each other. For what? A piece of paper?”
“A Scott Pilgrim poster!” objected Phantomile
“A piece of paper.” said Gatsby “There was a time when we all fought together to spread Scott Pilgrim's word. Remember my campaign in Macedonia? Gyrael, do you not remember your efforts in Peru. Or you Phantomile, how you were tasked with bringing women to the cause?
“Despite all of that, we have been turned against one another. What was once a united effort became a shattered murder fest. Instead of expansion, we became fixated on civil war. It is not too late though, we can still band together.”
The two of them stood silent and contemplated the possibility. After several minutes of deliberation, they spoke.
“But then we wouldn't get a Scott Pilgrim poster.” noted the Spider Lord, reaching for his hilt
“That's true enough.” said Phantomile, summoning The Power of Love out of thin air.
The three of them looked out to find Jay Hitcher, approaching all of them.
The boy looked upon the three of them with disgust. “Is this what the Scott Pilgrim Brotherhood has come to? Is principal no longer enough to move you to justice?
“I have something to tell all of you. Something that I kept from Gatsby, for fear that the rage that overtook him would lead him to act alone. Now I know that I cannot keep it from you all.”
“And that is?” asked Phantomile
“There is no Scott Pilgrim poster.”
“You lie!” hissed The Spider Lord
“I saw it myself while the three of you fought. Senor opened it up and I saw it's contents. I was hiding, he didn't see me. There was no trace of Scott Pilgrim in it at all. It's a Glee poster.”
“A Glee poster....” said Gatsby
Phantomile rose The Power of Love in the air. “Sorry guys, I still kinda want it anyway.”
“Wait!” said Jay Hitcher “Let the four of us take revenge instead. We can all kill him, and then you can have the poster after the deed is done. I'm sure nobody else wants it.”
Gatsby and Gyrael echoed their agreement.
“Then it is settled.” said Jay Hitcher. “The Scott Pilgrim Brotherhood shall reunite, and Senor shall know the true consequence of trying to come between it.”
The four brothers stood before Senor at the same place where they had once knelt. The throne room was dimly lit by the by a series of torches, and at their center was Senor's throne. The cruel Asian King had readied himself for battle: equipping a black wet suit that covered his entire body save for the area on his head beginning at his eyebrows and ending above his chin, allowing him to be safe from all types of wetness related harm while allowing him to stare down upon his would be Assassins with his beady eyes, full of judgment and contempt.
Despite having thrown nearly all of his Hipster Guard at the Scott Pilgrim warriors to halt them, Senor looked almost bored now, sitting slouched on his throne, resting his head upon a raised hand.
For several minutes, only gazes were exchanged until the Asian King broke the silence.
“This is the true measure of Scott Pilgrim fans, is it? Do all of you conspire to bite that hand that feeds you?”
Gatsby spat in Senor's general direction. “You have done us a great wrong, Senor. You took advantage of our greed in an attempt to snuff us out, and you almost succeeded....but you didn't.”
Senor slammed a fist onto his throne, smashing a Beach House vinyl in the process “It is I who have done you a great wrong? Look at you, braying like an ignorant donkey! It was the four of you who entered this willingly. You all seemed more than ready to slit each others throats! What fault is it of mine that I merely offered an incentive to speed the inevitable along?”
“A false incentive.” interjected the Spider Lord, his tone icy cold.
“One I'll still gladly pry from your soon to be dead fingers.” said Phantomile cheerily
Senor looked upon the warriors with genuine confusion “What false incentive do you speak of?”
“We know about the poster.” said Gatsby
“That much I figured, ignorant dog. But what about the poster?”
“Enough!” screamed Jay Hitcher “Enough of this ideal chatter. Let us finish what we came here to do.”
Senor rose from his throne. Then reaching behind it, he produced the poster, rolled up and bound by golden ribbons.
“First,” said Senor, “I shall deny you of your prize.”
“Put it down Senor!” said Phantomile, producing the Power of Love and running towards the Asian King in a mad dash
“Phantomile, no!” screamed Jay
It was too late though. Phantomile had almost closed the distance between them, the Power of Love was radiating a more intense flame than Gatsby had seen in their battle.
In response, Senor tossed the poster towards Phantomile, who immediately moved the Power of Love above his head to prevent burning the poster, which as a result, put him in range of Senor, more or less unarmed.
Smiling, the Asian King grabbed Phantomile by the arm and threw him into the Vinyl Throne, shattering the entire throne with Phantomile's body, causing an eruption of vinyl shards. Still having him gripped, Senor tossed Phantomile into the air and hit him with a roundhouse kick, sending him into the ground, and dragging through it several feet before stopping.
Phantomile was unconscious now, and several shards of vinyl had punctured his chest. His white Smashing Pumpkins T-Shirt slowly began to turn red.
Senor returned his gaze to the three warriors. “I hope you all intend on putting up a better fight than that.” He began to walk towards the poster, and went to step on it, but a large gust of wind swept it into the air and the poster flew into Jay Hitcher's grasp, where he then secured it within his peacoat.
“If we want to make it out of this alive.” said Jay “We're going to have to stick together.”
Suddenly, large gusts of wind began to swirl around Jay, causing him the fly into the air. The wind swirling around him was so strong that Gatsby and Gyrael had to shield their eyes.
Senor raised his arms as if he was expecting someone's embrace. “Cute trick. Let me show you mine.”
On queue, the ground began to rumble so furiously that Gatsby and Gyrael had to fight to keep their balance. There was a large crashing noise, and a large hole formed near Senor, allowing a huge torrent of water to burst from it. Several more holes began to crack from the earth, causing the same water torrents. Instead of the water falling on the ground, it rose into a wave a large wave that was several hundred feet in height. Then a metallic board burst from the wave, Senor catching it midair and hoisting it on his shoulder.
The warriors readied themselves.
Gyrael threw his cloak off. Behind it was a weapon that had the sword of a hilt, but the scabbard was circular and as wide as his back. For a moment, Gatsby thought he saw something twitch from inside.
Grasping his hilt, the Spider Lord looked upon the massive wave. “No point in holding back for this shit.”
Gatsby drew his bastard sword. “No, I guess not.”
Jay Hitcher said “Both of you better stay behind me. None of you can get caught into his wave as long as you stay within my gusts. If you don't, I can't guarantee anything.”
“What about Phantomile?” asked Gatsby
Jay looked to Gyrael “Do you think you could spin him into a cocoon before the wave hits the ground.”
Gyrael shrugged “I guess.”
“Then let's do this.” said Gatsby
Almost as if he had sensed their readiness, the wave slowly edged towards the warriors.
Senor shouted from above. “I'm going to enjoy watching you guys drown!”
Between the wave and the brotherhood, the illuminated words appeared
[b]Mad King Senor
The wave advanced at full speed.
Gyrael made a mad dash behind them, shooting web in front of his path as he went. The web began to envelop Phantomile and The Spider Lord knelt over him and began to spin him rapidly, taking care to quickly remove the vinyl shards before binding his chest area.
He looked back to see the wave swallow Jay and Gatsby hole, and he then saw the ripples of something rising within the wave, yet still it advanced, quickly closing the gap between them.
He felt the sea spray on his back just as he was about to wrap Phantomile's head and knew that he had no more time. He then shot a full web into the air, and grabbing Phantomile, chucked him towards it midair, sticking him to web, safely out of reach.
The wave was directly at his back now, he leaped forward and grabbed his hilt. He unsheathed his weapon, which at first sight, was a spider. It's eight legs all moved, as did it's mandibles, but out of the spider's mouth was a blade, dark purple, and seeming poison that burned holes on the ground below it.
Gyrael cut at the wave, as the Spider bit and clawed at it. Large gaps of water were slashed and dissipated into steam and the Spider Lord gracefully moved back, step by step, keeping the wave at bay. As he his back slowly neared a wall, he turned and ran for it, running up on it and then turning around and powerfully thrusting through it until he cut his way through and landed on the other side.
He took a moment to catch his breath, he heard something moving, he turned, but not fast enough to stop the blow of Senor who was surfing down the wave and about to collide right into him.
And then there was the sound of a large wind and Senor went flying from his board, rolling onto the ground. Gyrael moved to strike him, but his blade was stayed by the water, which rushed the shield him and quickly rose him back into the air.
The rest of the wave collided to form beneath him, and Gyrael was almost swept by it until he felt an arm grab him, sweeping him into the air.
He looked to find Gatsby kneeling and holding him with one arm as Jay rose them higher.
“Is Phantomile safe?” asked Jay
Gyrael pointed to the web, nestled onto the throne room's ceiling.
Jay nodded. “Good. We're going to need him later.”
Gatsby hauled Gyrael into the air sphere where he was instantly drawn onto his feet, the wind offering the resistance to stand.
The wave had changed direction now and it went to meet them.
Senor, back in his board, was surfing through the middle now. As he approached, the water began to fire large ice shards towards them.
Jay turned them around and began to wildly swing them in an attempt to dodge them.
The amount of shards began to increase, and Jay barrel rolled away from them. Then, catching a shard of ice within his sphere, he sent one flying at Senor.
The shard went at full speed towards him before stopping in front of him and turning back into water, falling back into the wave.
“Bastard.” muttered Jay
The shards grew in number still, and Jay's movements became so erratic and precise that he began to lose focus on allowing Gatsby and Gyrael to stand, causing them to spin wildly through the sphere.
Meanwhile, smoke began to rise from Phantomile's web...
“I can't dodge him anymore!” said Jay
The wave began to gain on them, and Senor still stood at the wave's center, lying in wait.
Jay began rise straight into the air, circling erratically to avoid the the spikes. The wave got closer, and Senor rose to meet them.
“Sorry Gatsby.” said Jay
“Sorry for wh-”
Gatsby was expelled from the sphere. At first he thought that he had been left for dead, but then he saw that he was heading straight for Senor.
A wave rose in front of Senor to block a strike, but Gatsby drew his sword and stabbed it into the board, killing his momentum just short of the wave and jerking Senor forward.
Using the sword as his balance, he held onto it was one hand and struck Senor.
Shocked at having been struck, Senor stopped the wave's pursuit of Jay who then went behind the wave.
The water began to collapse and form around Gatsby, as if it were an animal about to swallow him whole.
Gatsby pulled his sword out of the board. He went to slash, but Senor jumped back. As his body was half swallowed in the water, a gust of wind then jerked him forward, allowing Gatsby's strike to make contact.
Senor screamed and a violent eruption of water came from beneath him, knocking Gatsby into the air.
As Gatsby fell, he saw an explosion of fire from above.
The wave began to collapse now, creating a body of water below that slowly rose and rose.
Gatsby hit the water which had now raised several yards above the ground, allowing him a safe, albeit hard fall onto the palace surface.
He began to swim up until he felt a hand on his leg, dragging him under.
Senor dragged him down further, his mouth open. He looked to be screaming, but all that some out was distorted noise and bubbles. Producing a shard of ice in his hand, he impaled Gatsby with such force that he became lodged into the ground.
Everything began to turn black and he saw Senor's feet as he began to swim up.
Then he heard falling water.
You're half dead and imagining things thought Gatsby
Water couldn't fall under water.
Then he felt drops hit his face.
He opened his eyes and saw that the water had been completely parted down the middle. Jay standing mid air, holding the two ends of water at bay.
Gyrael and Phantomile were pressing on Senor. Power of Love and Spider Sword in hand, they were cutting wildly at the grounded Senor who's water shields seemed to be becoming weaker and weaker.
In an attempt to separate them, Senor brought a large wave of water down on Gyrael which swallowed him whole. Then a hole formed into a wave, the water in it steaming, the Spider Sword went flying, hitting Senor in the chest. The spider's legs then bound themselves around him, keeping Senor from moving his arms or legs.
Then with a leap into the air, Phantomile brought down The Power of Love, stabbing through the spider and Senor in one motion.
The spider flinched violently and withered while Senor let out a loud scream, that became softer and softer until his eyes rolled over.. Both the spider and Senor died in the same instant.
The wave that had enveloped Gyrael disappeared, and he came from it coughing. Phantomile walked to him to help him up, when something grabbed both their backs and sent them flying into the opposite ends of the wave, still parted by Jay.
Bubbles of life could been seen coming from the wave's walls, and after a minute, they were gone.
Gatsby tried to wrench the ice from his chest, but couldn't.
He looked up and saw that Jay Hitcher stood above him holding the poster.
Gatsby coughed blood. “Jay....you have to help Gyrael...Phantomile....get me out.”
Jay made no motion to do any of those actions. He impassively stared down at Gatsby and then began to remove the ribbons from the poster. He let it roll down and held it over Gatsby so he could see it.
He saw it's red background, in the center a boy playing bass guitar, kneeling over so his long, uncut hair obscured his face.
Tears filled Gatsby's eyes. “What....have you done?”
“It really IS a great poster.” said Jay, turning it around to admire his new prize. “I must say, I owe you all quite a bit. Without you, I don't think I could have won this.”
Gatsby felt a wild rage fill him, he tried to jerk himself up so he might choke the life out of Jay, but the ice kept him still.
Jay Hitcher smiled, rising in the air at he looked down on him.
The last thing Gatsby saw was the Scott Pilgrim poster growing smaller and smaller in the distance, and the water falling over him, swallowing him whole.