Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20180511200704

You were once the all-time Dodgeball Champion with many wins and very few losses. Any opponents that went against your team were often defeated because you and your teammates knew how to coordinate and dominate. Many tropies fill the shelves of your home, a proud reminder of your accomplishments throughout the years of participating in the evasion and accuracy heavy sport.

Now, you are retired and watch TV in the living room. Whatever channel you are currently watching suddenly switches to the news showing a smiling Lilim standing in front of the news desk where the anchors cower in fear.

"Greetings everyone," she says with a hint of lust in her voice, "I came here with a mission. A mission to turn this land into one of burning love and passion."

She raises a finger toward the camera and says, "Now, before you all panic thinking that it's the end of the world, I have decided to give you all a chance to defend yourselves!"

A small screen pops up beside her, showing a demonic and twisted stadium with a court in the center. Lined along the center line are six red balls.

The Lilim gestures to the screen and explains, "I will be hosting a dodgeball tournament in another dimension. Don't worry about attendance fees or entry fees, it's free!  And don't worry about brackets either as each dodgeball team will go up against the best mamono team that my dimension has to offer!"

The small screen cuts to six mamono (who they are is up to you) smiling at the camera.

The screen disappears and the Lilim says, "You all have five days to beat them. If one team manages to beat them, then I will leave you all alone, but if these ladies still reign supreme by the end of the five days, then I will happily turn your home into a Demon Realm.  Toodle-loo!"

She disappears in a cloud of purple smoke and both anchors rise with shock on their faces. They take their seats and the male anchor says, "Well, that was something. It seems that we have an ultimatum on our hands folks.  Looks like the fate of this world rests on this dodgeball tournament.  I however welcome our new sexy demon overlords."

The female anchor shoots him an incredulous look and you hear a knock at your front door. You open it to find the paper boy standing there with his bike lying in the sidewalk. He has been a big fan of you during your dodgeball days and he gives you a slightly fearful, but hopeful look. "Are you going to enter it?" he asks.

WWYD? 