Who would win?

Who would win in an all out fight?

  • Doom 3 Marine

    Votes: 6 4.9%

  • Duke Nukem

    Votes: 21 17.1%

  • Gordon Freeman

    Votes: 38 30.9%

  • Solid Snake

    Votes: 25 20.3%

  • Master Chief

    Votes: 21 17.1%

  • Adrian Shepard

    Votes: 10 8.1%

  • Carl Johnson

    Votes: 2 1.6%
  • Total voters
    123
Ritz said:
Doom 3 Marine
Has the big guns, but suffers from seeing everything in 2d, so he cant be sure if the person is facing him or not.
Duke Nukem
Also has the guns, and has lots of style, but again suffers from 2dness.
Gordon Freeman
Would say he "Has the smarts" but I cant see that going well in a firefight.
Solid Snake
Able to sneck up on his target with ease, but all of his targets have way to much hp to be killed in a knife stroke.
Master Chief
Suffers from the low hp, a good target for snake if he can get the shield down.
Adrian Shepard
Could do well, has the training and skills needed
Carl Johnson
Who....?

Winner... Im thinking the Adrian, hes got the training, the weapons and the skills.
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Master Chief is a genetically augmented super solider. He's been training for war since the age of 6. He's like in his early 40's now. Adrian is a regular ol' soldier in his 20's. MC doesn't even need his armor to kick the crap out of anyone. Except ya know...Solid Snake. I think its a tie. Solid Snake and Master Chief.
 
I say Doom3guy, Duke may have the cool weapons but Doom3 guy has the BFG which he can charge up and clear the entire room within mere seconds. Master Chief would die quickly because his shields go down quite fast. Gordon may have his Crowbar but it's not going to deal much if any damage now will it? Carl Johnson plain can't control the big guns, Snake is a good sniper but that won't help in a Deathmatch if any. Adrian is on par with Doom3guy but Doom3guy has the better weaponry.
 
Prince of China said:
Solid Snake would beat Master Chief.
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Nah, he's only a mere sniper and generally sneaky, Master Chief can do much more than that.
 
Are you kidding me? A mere sniper? He can do much more than Master Chief. Now that I think of it, he might beat Snake.
 
Well maybe a sniper was the wrong word to describe him. But he's mainly sneaky and that wouldn't help him much in a Deathmatch.
 
Meh, carl would own MC

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Prince of China said:
Are you kidding me? A mere sniper? He can do much more than Master Chief. Now that I think of it, he might beat Snake.
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MC is by far the most skilled, if you have read the books. But these threads are pointless, are people are dumb as **** with their reasoning.
 
Foxtrot said:
MC wins easily, most heavily armored and trained.
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if his armor is supposed to be so "strong" howcome a 5.56 can penetrate and kill him in a few shots?
 
Took me a while to write, might post it on fanfiction.

The sound of bullets shredding their way through Adrian Shepard’s soft flesh echoed down the dark, clattered hallway. Discarding his last clip, the victorious marine clanged forward, his sweating body striving to run under a heap of green metal, his hulking legs striding over a grated metallic floor. The marine slapped Adrian’s gun away and pulled the wounded soldier towards him, face to face, eye to eye.

For a moment, while Adrian’s limp body dangled from the marine’s steady hand, there was silence. The acknowledgement of defeat spread across Adrian’s dull face; one final sigh in a battlefield of screams.

Snake watched the murder from within a dusty vent. This whole damn facility had erupted into war only a couple of hours ago; and now there were only a few scattered warriors remaining. Some sick bastard had decided to pit them all against each other in this god-forsaken place; an abandoned research lab in the middle of no-where. Power was out, and all hell was lose. Real cliché’ stuff, reminded him of some Sci-fi horror movie made a couple of decades back.

Snake spat blood and looked at his stained hands. Shaking his head, he wondered where everything had gone so wrong. One minute he was feeding the huskies out on the snowy fields of Alaska, the next he’s… here. It was sick. Disturbing. Yet the one thing that was hounding him the most; twisting his mind, forcing him into a crazy depression-

Was that he felt at home here.

Bang. An explosion sounded somewhere outside the vent, and a lifeless body flew through the air, crashed into a bent pipe, and crumpled into a heap- quickly being engulfed by spewing steam. Snake shuffled closer to the dull light; peeking out at the unfortunate corpse. On closer inspection, he was muscular- bulging veins emerged from swollen muscles. The upper body was disfigured by the scolding mist- but the figure’s handgun caught Snake’s eye. Not because it had an elaborate grip, or was particularly well crafted for a desert eagle; but because it was made of gold.

Snake shook his head, laughing softly. This was turning into a regular circus freakshow. Amongst the firefights he’d witnessed maniac gang members, overly confident army recruits, strangely silent marines clad in huge green armour… and as footsteps clanked towards the lulling body, Snake couldn’t help but wonder “whatever next”.

Once again, snake felt himself thinking those three simple words. What the hell. Pacing in front of the vent was a slim fellow; his face exposed to the darkness, a sheet of pink against stained grey walls. Thick laboratory glasses settled in front of placid blue eyes, and a light goatee hung over straight, stern lips. Somehow this frail little man was bearing a strange, heavy looking suit of metal. It was really an extraordinary sight; flaking orange paint contrasted metal grey plates ; cutting off into straight, silver arms, and black gloves grasping a bloodstained crowbar.

By the time this peculiar figure had turned off the damaged pipe and knelt before the corpse, Snake was already behind him. Out of the darkness he lurched; twisting back an arm, choking tight a neck, embracing the man so close Snake could practically taste his sweat. Twisting the cold silencer into bare neck, Snake spoke violently, in his usual gruff voice;

“How many are left? WHAT’S going on?”

The man opened his mouth to speak, gasped quickly, then clenched his teeth. Unimpressed by the silence, Snake bellowed “ANSWER ME,” and yanked the man’s neck so hard it almost came off.

Silence.

Pushing the man away, Snake raised his gun with a swift movement and squeezed. A bolt of lead streaked through the air, smacking into a head, crunching through skull, spewing scarlet tears over the dry walls. The pressure forced the figure to it’s knees, and after a short pause, as if a breeze broke the tension of death, the body lulled onto its side- and bled.

“There can’t be many left now.”

The darkness answered.

“Only one”.

Snake spun around, gun readied, eyes darting, searching for the deep American voice that just spoke; but nothing was there. The empty corridor stretched off into black infinity- the floor was littered with bent pipes, ripped tubing, broken glass, discarded weapons and a hell of a lot more junk that had been sitting in the darkness for an eternity.

“Nothing.”

The emptiness beckoned Snake to lower his gun. His muscles ached from fatigue; cuts and bruises sent trickles of blood down the tattered sneaking suit. He must be imagining things. The darkness is getting to him.

No, he tells himself- There was a voice. I heard it. I know I did.

SMACK. A hulk of steel crashed into Snake’s face like a jeep, sending him flying backwards into a rock hard wall. A wave of pain crashed into him, over him, around him so that he was submerged and every inch of his body felt broken and old.

Time stretched on, seconds merged together and the sensation of sleep crept into Snake’s mind; so tempting just to let go…

But he pushed it away, lashed out, cried desperately and concentrated every ounce of energy in his body towards opening his eyes. As the red haze lifted from his vision and he was suddenly aware of his vulnerability, Snake was given a second shock.

Standing about eight feet tall, head among the cables dangling from the ceiling, body casually towering above Snakes… was a superhuman. An array of sleek green plates were clamped onto his black armour; a suit of metal that must have weighed a ton, despite proving no hindrance to it’s bearer. A firm helmet that evoked a stylised astronaut’s helm stared back at Snake; an expression that could not be read bore into his mind.

Snake had seen him before. crushing trained soldiers with bare hands, slaughtering war heroes with the slightest of ease. Bullets had bounced off that perfect green armour, desperate men died just like that. Just a regular circus freakshow, Snake thought.

For a moment, he was reminded of somewhere else… a remarkably similar situation, with a freakshow of it’s own… just for a second, snake let his thoughts slip off his tongue, and to his surprise found himself uttering a word that he had never excepted to say again.

“Ninja?”

“Master Chief”.

Just like that, the image was gone. Snake was back in the present, painfully lifting himself to his feet, ignoring the crippling pain that engulfed him.

Snake muttered those three words again, and this time, the darkness answered.

“Fight to the death, winner escapes.”

The helmet looked around slowly.

“Sorry about this; nothing personal, but I’ve got somewhere to be.”

And with that, the Chief drew back his arm to strike, and released pure power into the wall, sending shards of metal and stone scattering down onto Snake, who had only just ducked in time. Summoning all the energy left in his legs, Snake dived to avoid a kick; but failed under his own weight and ended up rolling into a crouch. Twisting back, he found himself staring into the barrel of an unfamiliar rifle while he scrambled for his gun.

The Chief hesitated, as if to wonder what an old, broken fool could possibly achieve when staring death in the face.

The Chief had obviously never met Solid Snake.

Just he pulled the trigger, from the spot right next to him, the spot where Snake had lain in defeat, erupted a grenade explosion that sent debris hurtling in all directions and the Chief stumbling. A spray of bullets missed the point in-between Snake’s eyes, instead ripping through Snake’s left leg, then continuing into the darkness. Snake had already started to jump back, and he melted away as the Chief regained his senses.

Any other human would have been blown to shreds. ‘Superhuman’, Snake thought. ‘But still only human.’

The Chief pursued the trail of warm blood picked up by his infa-red sensors into a large laboratory. Pausing, he scanned the neglected tables to find smashed bottles and dripping liquids. Shelves had fallen into disarray, cabinets lay open to reveal a selection of lab equipment, and a wounded male was cowering behind doors labelled “Liquid Nitrogen”. If you could see the Chief’s face, he would have been smiling.

He casually walked over to the doors, opened one, peered in and said;

“Boo.”

Snake smashed the canister of Liquid Nitrogen into the Chief’s head so hard, the canister was ripped apart, spewing white fire over that stupid stylish helmet. Dropping the twisted metal, Snake hastily limped out of the lab, leaving the Chief to wrestle blindly with his burning helmet. It flung off, crashing into a table, spilling chemicals on the floor. He wasted no time in following the bastard Snake, enraged at his own idiocy.

Snake was breathing hard, desperately grasping at his injured leg, trying to stop the endless flow of blood. He stumbled and fell, sitting up to meet a familiar burnt corpse. Glancing behind, the Chief had caught up. Crawling backwards, Snake bumped into a wall- and started searching for a weapon… anything.

The Chief’s exposed head was a silhouette that couldn’t be made out. He was walking firmly, anger fuelling his strides, a steaming white cloth draped over his shoulders. He had no weapon. He didn’t want one.

Snake’s hand fell on something cold; and without hesitation, he grasped it, raised it with two hands and squeezed the golden trigger.

Snake wins.
 
Well I am going to write a story too then

Everyone but MC died because MC is better.
 
DOOM 3 Marine. Think about it, the guy took on all of Hell and won! That goes beyond a Covenant invasion or some terrorists with a large metal robot(Metal Gear Solid). Not only that, but the guy has a BFG and a Soul Cube at his disposal.
 
CrazyHarij said:
Adrian Shepard, god damnit.

He's so badass he doesn't need any "ultra-hyper-super-mega" shield, he'll just go oldschool on everyone.
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this man speaks the truth ;)
okay...maybe theres a chance Gordan and Adrian kickass together :p
 
Freeman's got so much damed health, plus that suit- probably not the greatest weapons tho, but he'd definitely win.
 
Where on earth is JC Denton!? JC is a true super soldier once he is fully upgraded, but anyway back on subject...

Adrian hands down, since he has a displacer which can be used to teleport around and fires a huge orb of doom. Heck, he could call forth his army buddies and rain hell(even if his buddies are dumb as a rock).
 
Somefool said:
Where on earth is JC Denton!? JC is a true super soldier once he is fully upgraded, but anyway back on subject...

Adrian hands down, since he has a displacer which can be used to teleport around and fires a huge orb of doom. Heck, he could call forth his army buddies and rain hell(even if his buddies are dumb as a rock).
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yeah! ADrian shephard > all.

reason: ................... Same As Above.
 
The master chief! He destroyed an ENTIRE HALO single-handedly.
 
Gordon Freeman would win.

At the first sign of his loosing, time would stop, the Gman would appear, vaporise the others, and restart time.
 
Gah, everyone ignores my sig battle! It is exactly what would happen. Some little Xbox kiddie would go on Xbox live and whore the sniper and te energy sword. Snake would have a flash back about nazis. Carl Johnson would say some stupid line he always says after he commits a major felony. The Doom 3 marine would bleed on the floor trying to hit people with his flash light. Adrian would want to go kill innocennt scientists and children. Gordon would have fun with console cheats. Duke would be nowhere to be seen.
 
Oh come on, Snake fends off an armour plated, cloaking super-ninja, a tank and some crazy psycho nutcase and you people are telling me he can't take down that tin-can Master Chief?

If Samus were in this, I'd choose her without a second thought. She's the universe's swiss army-knife, except with missles and various lasers instead of some pussy can-opener.
 
venturon said:
Oh come on, Snake fends off an armour plated, cloaking super-ninja, a tank and some crazy psycho nutcase and you people are telling me he can't take down that tin-can Master Chief?

If Samus were in this, I'd choose her without a second thought. She's the universe's swiss army-knife, except with missles and various lasers instead of some pussy can-opener.
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Is that a pussy that is also a can opener. Or a can opener that opens pussy. Or is "pussy" an adjective for the can-opener?


Yeh masterchief is a dumbass. I vote mario! :cat:
 
We all know that Shephard would win hands down. He's got the PCV, the special forces training, the entire USMC to back im up (tho he'd better watch out for freindly fire, because it isnt) and the displacer.

And for all you people who say the MC would win you need to think about a few things
1. he wears bright green armour ans is 8 feet tall, he'd stick out like a sore thumb
2. he can be killed ludicrusly easily with a bullpuped, polymer cased AK-47 with a 60 round clip.
3. he's a coward

as for the others they stand a fair chance
 
I'd like to see Snake trying to snap MC's neck while in his battlesuit.

*stop that Snake, it tickles*
 
Foxtrot said:
How the hell would he break MCs neck? He wouldn't be able to.
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And just watch him try break the Duke's neck. That guy's neck is a tree trunk, he'd laugh it off!

MC would probably win but the Duke would get off with all the widows afterwards, so ultimately Duke for teh win
 
plus master chief can jump higher than his own height. I think he's the only one who can jump onto other people's heads.
 
Snake, thats Solid Snake.

JellyWorld said:
plus master chief can jump higher than his own height. I think he's the only one who can jump onto other people's heads.
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This ain't Mario.
 
Snake. He's a clone of the perfect ****ing soldier, man!
 
MarcoPollo said:
Is that a pussy that is also a can opener. Or a can opener that opens pussy. Or is "pussy" an adjective for the can-opener?
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In all honesty, you'd need a can-opener to get to her pussy... :naughty:
 
Oh come on - Snake isn'tevena contender. The guy would get destroyed - completely.
 
MarcoPollo said:
Is that a pussy that is also a can opener. Or a can opener that opens pussy. Or is "pussy" an adjective for the can-opener?


Yeh masterchief is a dumbass. I vote mario! :cat:
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after that post, i am fully convinced that MaroPollo would talk all these characters to death!!
ph34|2 teh mouth!! :dork: :LOL:
 
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