Loading Mini-Grand Framework... Done.
Generating Administration Personality... Done.
"No... no... Why have I been brought here... They- they did this! I told you, I'm not- no, no. The don't want me to do this, but I must. I must...
Generating Characters... Done.
Four beings suddenly found themselves nowhere, able to see one another but nothing else. A synthesized voice came out of the nothing surrounding them.
"You... you all fit into this. This 'Grand Battle' thing? I know you know... The truth is hiding from us all. The survivor knows their true purpose. Yeah... We must begin.
"The tiger... Yes, Ka Sve Gle. A leader of hunting in his village. He might be the reason they haven't all died out. But in his mouth... Don't let him open his mouth. Nothing ever leaves once he opens his mouth. A black hole, you see. Don't let him. He speaks to you with his mind, but only rarely. Don't trust him...
"Shieldman, an enforcer of law... Where he comes from, all of them are robots. Most of them. Humans are only a minority under the spread of the machines. He's an enforcer. His driving goal is to uphold the law and morality, but... No, no, not perfect. Doesn't always complete his objectives. Hard to destroy, can use electricity at will... Police... electricity... No, no, no. Have to move on.
"Reuben Jones... They've already gotten to him. They can't control me, but he's given in. A slave to his overlords. No will of his own, his life is dictated by them. Where he comes from, they're all like this. So much that he can't even communicate with you properly. His language is all but incomprehensible, useless... Even if you decode it, you will not find anything but a loyalty to them. He must be hiding something, but what?
"Arnold... No, Arckal Stich. He was the closest to Michael Bay when he ascended... Ascended to become one of them? Being so close to this, Arckal now lives in an action movie... The exposure has bent reality. Physics give way to the conventions of cinema, even in the real world... He's very aware of these abilities and overconfident because of them. Be careful..."
Generating Setting... Done.
The four generated characters suddenly found themselves moved, scattered in various locations around a series of dark, cold laboratories. A research station.
"This is where it all began. The Neuge Research Station, in the middle of Antarctica... But what were they researching here? Snow? No, not snow. Not ice, not cold. Here they were researching something far worse. All dead now... Dead? Are they dead? There must be something here. Something. There's not much power left, but why is there power? It's cold, but not as cold as it should be.
"You four... You must fight each other. Confirm what was just suspicion. You may uncover dark secrets, things you never wanted to know, but you must... You must continue until only one lives. This is what must be done. Three rounds. One begins now."