This is a story i made for my KAK in armageddon. i was tryin to come up with a bio for his ending, but before I make my bios on the game i write them first. I was about half way thru this one when I realized it was way too big. So i said screw it and finished it even though i knew it wouldn't get used. So instead of letting it sit in a notebook i decided to share the story with you guys, enjoy



Blood. This man was once known as the most deadly kombatant to ever walk the realms. Not much is known about this mysterious kombatants origins, only that he was Edenian by birth. At some point in his life this warrior learned a forbidden technique which allowed him to drain and absorb another warriors bloodlust for battle. Much like how Shang Tsung now absorbs soul. With every opponent he slew, Blood became more powerfull and battle crazed. He killed thousands of warriors.

It reached a point where Raiden and Fujin were forced to step in. But even their combined might could not overpower Blood. And so the two gods called upon the angelic spirits to drag Blood down to the Netherealm via a portal they had opened. Blood did indeed get drug down into the depths of that cursed realm. But not before he managed to rip the wings of one of the angelic spirits. By fusing these wings to his own body, Blood used his new flying ability to narrowly avoid falling into the lava that flowed like water in the Netherealm, thus retaining his mortal form.

Now trapped, Blood quickly learned how to survive the harsh elements of the realm and managed to keep himself hidden for the most part. Time passed and Blood came upon a sword with otherworldly powers. He used its power to open a portal to Earthrealm. Little did he know that the sword itself was cursed to never leave the Netherealm. As soon as he stepped through, both ends of the portal closed and he was trapped in a timeless space in between realms.

There he would have remained for eternity, had armageddon not come about. The intense battle at the Temple of Argus had weakened the barriers of the realms. In his void, Blood saw this weakness as opportunity. Using the sword he had aquired in the Netherealm, Blood sheared open the fabric of that realms barrier and tore his way through it.

His arrival was so fierce that the kombatants at the temple briefly stopped and gazed. Red lightning sliced the air and masses of flame erupted from the hole that appeared in the sky. The winged Blood decended from this makeshift portal with ease and landed in the center of the mob of kombatants. All of them faced him in awe. Then, for the first time in many ages, Blood spoke. His voice was cruel and god-like, almost unbearable to the kombatants ears. Blood raised his sword and screamed to the heavens "FIGHT!"


So there you have it. Yeah, partly the reason i posted this was because my freind thinks he knows i wont post it. this proves him wrong oh and by the way heres the bio/ending i wount up using:

Blood is his name. Drawing it is his game. Have a nice day.