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[Shadow Flesh]

Hey…Hey man, wake up…. Hey! A voice fades into the distance as shadowy figures began to blur into existence. “What the hell’s going on? Where am I?” “Hey guys, it looks like he’s waking up”, called one of the figures backing away from Duke’s slowly rising body. Duke shook his head hard, trying to shake away his grogginess, as his vision finally began to clear. He found himself sitting in some kind of medical casket, being stared at by a group of scrawny looking teenagers in janitor outfits.

After a few more seconds of gathering his senses Duke called out, “Hey you… Paul McCartney, where the hell am I?” Annoyed by his friends laughing behind him, a mop-headed young man stepped forward and said, “This is the old abandoned military hospital. What are you doing here, man? This place has been closed down for years?” Duke smiled as he rubbed his chin absentmindedly, “So this is the ol’ EDF medical building – boy did I have some fun with the nurses in this place.” After a little while reminiscing about his past sexual conquests, Duke snapped back to reality. He hopped to his feet, dusted off his favorite red tank top, and adjusted his sunglasses so that a sliver of light played across them. “This isn’t the first time I’ve woke up to some ass backward situation,” said Duke patting himself for a cigar, “So give me the low down: Who are you? What year is it? Who rules the world? And are there still strip clubs and casinos?”

Some of the boys in the far back chuckled at what Duke considered need-to-know questions, but one scowl from the 6’4 muscle man quickly silenced their laughter. The one closest to Duke spoke up, telling him that they were a clean up crew hired to clear out the building and that it was the year 2036. He also mentioned that a mutant named Eric Lehnsherr was the current President of the United States.

“Whoa there! What do you mean a mutant President?” cried out Duke. The boy next to him said, “You don’t know about mutants?” And before he could even gather a second breath the boy was face to face with a near-snarling Duke. “You think I don’t know about mutants, Punk? I put my mighty foot up more pigcop asses and my boomstick down more alien pie-holes than you can ever imagine,” roared Duke, “I’ve been saving this stinking planet from robot invasion and extra terrestrial orgies since before you could even hold that little water sprinkler that’s between your legs, boy. And after all that hard work and ass kicking, you expect me to believe a goddamn mutant is running the world?!” Before the boy in Duke’s hands wet himself out of fear, he calmed down for a moment and let some of the other guys explain how things had changed since he’d woken up.

After all the discussions ended, Duke had a solid grasp on everything that had happened over the years. Apparently after the second alien invasion that Duke fended off, he was seriously injured and placed inside a new experimental regenerative chamber. He was supposed to be awoken after just a couple of month, but right after the invasion ended a new war began: one between humans and mutants. The mutant community had finally decided to show itself to the public and strived for peaceful coexistence with normal humans. However, after the aliens instilled a fear of things that were different in people’s hearts, the normal humans decided to not take any chance and declared war instantly. Only after several years of fighting did a pair of leaders come together to squash the violence and establish peace. Those men were Charles Xavier and Eric Lehnsherr. And after President Xavier’s death Eric Lehnsherr took up his mantle and become president, insuring that both humans and mutants remain peaceful towards each other.

Duke was blown away by just how different the world was. After leaving the EDF medical facility, he journeyed across the city to find out what this new world was really like. He visited some of his favorite places: bars, strip clubs, fight clubs, and gun ranges. If those things had changed too, he would have probably destroyed the world himself. Everything was flowing smoothly. Drugs, women, and alcohol were easy to come by, and he was even welcomed back into the new world as a hero of old. Some even called him a “regular Captain America” in certain circles. But all the while, underneath his playful and hyper-masculine demeanor, he held a disdain for the mutants he was forced to look upon. Every time he walked past a scaly humanoid or anthropomorphic member of the periodic table, his stomach hardened and his blood boiled. Duke just couldn’t shake the memories that had been so painstakingly engraved into his mind, of fighting creatures just like them for survival. Then one day he just snapped… Duke had more pent up post-traumatic stress than he could deal with. And to see a metal bending freak as the president of his country was just too much to bear.

He made his way to an old armory of his and armed himself to the teeth. He grabbed Pipe bombs, freeze-throwers, shotguns, plasma cannons, and everything else an insane homicidal little boy could ask for before venturing off to kill the President. Getting a meeting with the leader of the United States proved the easiest part of his mission; being a multiple-time planet saver had some serious perks. Duke strolled right into the White House, greeted with only mild security, and no one even scoffed at the small battalion’s worth of weaponry he carried. That was probably because he wore shotgun shells and hand-held explosives as part of his regular wardrobe anyway.

Duke was left waiting in the dinning hall with all the other guests. He sat around the room patiently and even tried some of the food that was being passed around. But with one unsatisfying mouthful of caramelized pears, Duke was already praying for a cheeseburger and a beer. Then, after suffering through the ear splitting small talk of the want-to-be big shots and brown nosers, it was finally time to kill the man he felt undeserving to run the country he loved. President Lehnsherr was being escorted in by another one of the “obvious” mutants that Duke had grown to despise. She was a woman with startling blue skin and thick scarlet hair. She strode in with an air of grace and underlined ferocity. Duke even thought to himself, “Hell, I’d still hit it.” Right next to her stood Eric Lehnsherr, an elderly looking man with deep wrinkles, thinning grey hair, and a serene, yet powerful look in his eyes.

“Target sighted!” Duke couldn’t stand one more second of the upscale surroundings that entrapped him. He leaped on the center table and called out to the President, “Tonight, you dine in Hell!” and proceeded to fire his chain gun at him while yelling “Sparta!” Although getting on in years the President's reflexes were still quick enough to get him out of harms way. As all of the other guests ran for their lives, President Lehnsherr and Mystique escaped deeper into the White House with Duke hot on their heels.

After getting a safe distance away from their pursuer, Mystique pulled Magneto aside and scolded, “What the hell was that Eric? You could have been killed! Why didn’t you deflect his bullets or crush him beneath the very weapons he carried?!” The president held her gaze and said definitively, “I’ve promised to keep this world safe for both mutants and humans, but along with that promise I agreed to never use my powers for anything but the preservation of that peace.” Mystique stared at him with her lip between her teeth and a scowl of immeasurable intensity before saying, “Fine. If you wish to honor your promise to Charles with your usual stubbornness, then I’ll take care of this buffoon in your place.” And with that final word she stood up straight, brushed the loosely hanging hair from her eyes, and pulled out her pair of custom sub-machine guns. She was ready for a fight.

As Mystique turned the corner she stood across the way from a heavily armed Duke, wielding a shotgun in one hand, an RPG in the other, and a back fully cover in fire arms. “Come to daddy!” Duke said toothily as they both opened fire on one another.

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Duke has the Freezethrower, an RPG, several pipe bombs, his M1911 pistol, a shotgun, and his chain gun.

Mystique has two submachine guns with extra clips, several daggers, and access to the many weapons she has hidden throughout the White House.

Duke has to kill Magneto to win, Mystique has to make sure that he doesn’t

[Callisto]

Learn More About
Duke Nukem
Read more about Duke Nukem at Wikipedia
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Mystique
Read more about Mystique at Wikipedia
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[bigballerju]

Excellent setup with two characters I like. Hard to decide as Mystique with her shapeshifting powers could make it extremely hard for Duke Nukem. She could change to Iceman, Colossus, and many other mutants to keep herself from being hurt. Mystique has mastered her shapeshifting ability and I think it may be the deciding factor in the match.

Not only that Mystique is one of the deadliest beings for a reason as she has years of experience and skills like Wolverine or Sabretooth. I think she succeeds in saving Magneto.

A on the setup for sure.

[LoneWolf]

I think Duke can probably take this, his experience level is pretty solid.

[patrickthekid]

I don't think she can gain people's powers with it. In that case, Duke should eventually get the win here.

[Callisto]

Match Final Results
USER RATINGS
A Excellent setup and nice story with both characters.
A
A
A Finish her!
SCORE
Duke Nukem: 8
Mystique: 17
FPA: 4.0