"Fiction. Reality. My grandmother used to tell me stories about the old days, when there was a line between the two. A line of peace, which kept balance between the Fantasy Tribes, Gaming Kingdom, Musicality Nation, and Christian Media Nomads. But that all changed when the Musicality Nation attacked. Only Michael Eisner mastered all four elements. But when the world needed him most, he vanished. A hundred years have passed and the Battle Royale is still going. Some people believe that the next Eisner was never reborn and that the cycle is broken. But I haven't lost hope. I still believe that somehow, the Michael Eisner 2.0 will return to save the world."
Celine Dion woke up on her bed stuffed with two dollar bills. It was just a dream. But all dreams have meaning. Celine climbed out of bed to write an entry in her gilded dream journal. "God, it's so hard being rich," she wrote. "I have these dreams that seem to have some unearthly meaning, like I'm chosen for some ultimate purpose. Michael Eisner, Fantasy Tribes... what does it all mean?" Celine tried to forget as she prepared for her next show on the Courage World Tour, but she just couldn't. No matter how hard she tried, her heart wouldn't go on.
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"Shut up, Heather!"
"Sorry, Heather. I just can't seem to shake the feeling that something is about to happen. Something out of our control."
"I get it, Heather. Ever since Heather died, I feel like there's something out of our reach. Like there's a whole universe we'll never get to see."
And that's when the world went dark.
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The Multiverse Royale.
FanfictionWhen the walls between dimensions collapse, there's only one way to see who shall rule. Who will survive? Who will be forgotten by time? The Battle Royale has begun. No one is safe, including... you.
