Battle Royale! Game Complete!

Originally posted on MSPA by Schazer.

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The Composer sighed pensively as she watched her (admittedly figmented) casino get completely trashed by the competitors. As the body count stacked throughout the fight, one Creator, then another, returned with a swirl of ether to the office. Drae was the first, having been there since Mike struck him down. The pair watched Zeke, Mike and Whit take down the rampaging Itzal. Yifan surveyed the fight from dark corners of the corpse-filled casino; he spotted Lan's meddling but honestly couldn't do that much about it - if the Composer saw, she saw, in which case Lan's fate was the least of Yifan's troubles.

Zeke's Creator stood, turned, and vanished. Whit's followed suit, dissolving into the dark. The duo reformed in the Composer's office, glaring shiftily at one another in the full knowledge the other had cheated. Myst had not returned.
The banded screens went blank as the lights in the casino were extinguished, but Itzal's did not switch off. The Composer, frowning, leaned forward and tried to adjust it manually, when a smirking visage appeared with a rush of static. The grin, obscured by a pair of sunglasses, widened with approval at whatever it saw.

"He-ey... Composer, is it?"

The entity shot daggers back at the interloper, then finally acquiesced with a cold brevity. "Yes." The tone indicated the conversation was over. Already, tendrils of ether were meandering through a now non-existent window, spiriting away the details of the office.

"Heh, pleasure's all mine. I'm the Overseer, but you, you can call me Bryce."

"How did you locate me?" No answer, unless a knowledgeable smirk qualified. "What do you want, Overseer?"

"Oh, not on first-name terms yet? That's cool, babe. See, I just saw you're setting a pretty decent pace in your Battle." No response was forthcoming."A-nyway, I wondered if you, like, wanted some hel-"

"-No." The office no longer existed, but neither did anything else.

"Cool, cool. I just-"Bryce made a pointless motion of running a hand through his tousled hair, as though nervous. The Composer did not buy it, so he cut to the chase. "Wainwright Omega 57. Y'know, could be interesting." He did not idle about waiting for a response that would never come, so concluded with "Catch you later, scout." The television monitor disappeared into the ether with a snicker, leaving only a fumingly outraged Composer. Without turning to face the Creators, she struggled for a moment to restore her usual demeanour, then continued in forcibly calm tones.

"Do not think, for an instant, I am unaware of your cheating on the floor tonight. Considering I'll be forced to maintain a closer watch on you lot, we'll- we shall make do with an existing locale."

Space wrapped around the evidently shaken Composer, then unfolded to reveal a patchily terraformed planet with a thin halo of space rock. Presently inhospitable for her contestants, though encapsulating a stretch of ring within a climatically favourable bubble did not take long. Atmosphere in place, the Composer dragged the trio across the multiverse, then deposited them amongst the asteroids. Some were barely big enough to bear one's weight in the low-gravity; while others were big enough to carve out and live in, it seemed.

"Wainwright Omega 57," was the only explanation Mike, Zeke, and Whit received before the imperceptibly strained voice terminated.

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Ok... we've had cityscapes and Hoodoos, rainforests and Artistry, Monte Casino, and now... SPAAACE.

I was coerced into attempting some crossing-over by Baphomet, so for helpful reference, Wainwright Omega 57 is also the planet a certain Bubble Universe is orbiting. I haven't cleared this with Sruixan yet, so thanks to restrictions as tenuous and implacable as plot you won't be able to interact with the bubble, for reasons I'm sure you can imagine up on your own.

However, a few bits I'm sure Sruixan won't mind me adding:
Some of the bigger asteroids, especially those on the inner sections of the ring, may make good storage space for large, industrial vehicles. Whether these are mannable, robotic, or even, for that matter, still functioning, are your call.
Gravity out here is in the general direction of down, but it's space, so figure out what you can do with it.

Now, a warning. If this outraces GBI in terms of reaching a standstill because you guys ripped each other to shreds so quickly, I will be very upset. If you're lucky, Sruixan will be generous enough to let you crawl over his shiny new deserted colony.

All three of you got this far for a reason, so if you can't happen to each other, make something happen. Speculate why the colonising/terraforming mission was deserted. Think about the fact you've got a 1-in-3 chance of living to see home. This is not simply a stage I've made for you lot to destroy, I've made for you to create and expand on in turn. This is all probably exquisitely nonsensical at 4 in the morning, but nobody can tell me I didn't spell out what I want from you lot.

Schazer out.