Zed in Paradise 6

Screens rose up from the ground, surrounding the arena and letting the audience see what was happening in their conflict. First there was black. Then there was black with two figures standing on nothing.

“So here we are, Earthican, what do you intend to do now?” Vengeance folded his arms.
“I intend to win this game for all the humans of the Earth. And to not pay for a meal I received fair and square”
“Heh, I see, but know this-”
“Hold on, did you actually just say 'heh'?”
“Yeah, I-”
“That doesn't happen, stop it”

“Right” Johnson made sure he was finished by pausing “well whatever the case, whether in the real world or here, I'll still beat you to a mushy, bloody pulp” he uncrossed his arms, curled his hands into fists and then grew to ten times his own size “This place works by using our mental power to fight” he slammed down with his massive fist, completely missing Zed by several miles, or so it looked, anyway.

“Not really” said Zed, appearing in front of Johnson's face “it uses our imaginations” he split into millions of versions of himself “Which is very bad for you” they said.

“Never shall I perish” said The Vindicator, gargling on his own blood “Oh deary me” he fell downwards into the black void they currently inhabited. A version of Zed stepped out of the corpse's giant mouth as it descended.

“Please nobody ask me how I got here” the version requested.
“Never!” shouted one, transforming into an octopus and garotting him with three tentacles.
“I can see this turning very bad, indeed” another Zed nodded to himself.
“Me too” said a version who had become a woman “because I am a woman”

In the outside realm of Gameworld, the audience stood in shock, awe and a range of other impressive exasperated emotions in response to the horrific and oh-so confusing images they had witnessed on the screens. But by far, the most disgusted was the emperor himself, who had taken time away from his meaninglessly important schedule to watch a completely pointless fight for no real reason. It was his presence that drove the bullet of hatred into the skulls of his people. It wasn't good.

“Things weren't like that in my day” said he, wrapping his long beard around his hand.
“With all due respect, sir” said a royal guard to the emperor's right, before being shot in the face.
“Sir?” asked another “I'd like to challenge you to Dice”
“That's better” said the emperor, remembering the time he himself had instated the game. It had been a sunny day, just like any other, since the walls of his royal chambers had been painted with a permanently smiling and yet somehow terrifying sunshine.

“Prince?” asked the maid who had just entered the room.
“I believe you need to win a game before you make a point, my faithful woman of the cloth” said the prince, not looking up from his annoyingly messy colouring.

“I'm not sure you quite know what that means, but I challenge you to a race, the finish line is the corpse in the attic” and with that they were off, their feet clashing the floor with a passion inflamed by the wordplay involved between the words 'sole' and 'soul'. And before you could say 'why is there a corpse in the attic?' the maid won the race. The Prince panted with stolen breath and rested his hands upon his knees in a bent-over type fashion.

“You win” he conceded “But only because of your advantageous height” he straightened his posture to one fit for a prince “Now lay down your point, good woman”
“I needed to tell you” she paused for some reason, the reason for which the Prince would find out in the next sentence “that your father is dead” wait, no, that doesn't explain the pause.
“I see” he looked on with a face which looked like it could possibly be made of stone. Or not, whatever “So why did you pause?” okay, here we go. Then she explained to him why she had paused.

“We hung his corpse up here” she motioned to the corpse they were standing in front of. “just in case you wanted to say any last words to him”
“Of course” he looked at the corpse and then back to the maid “But I cannot forgive your reason for the pause” he curled his fists. I mean he curled his hands into fists. He had fists, okay?

“But it was perfectly reasonable” she jumped backwards in shock.
“Almost” The Prince rubbed his chin thoughtfully “But what isn't acceptable is the fact that you've made four points without winning a game. Please execute yourself after I've left” and with that he walked back down to his bedroom.

“Balls” the maid cursed to herself, travelling down to the kitchen where she ate a piece of toast covered in salt, thus closing all the pores in her body and in turn choking her inside out. Or that was what the Prince had been told, anyway.
“Yes, much better in my day” The emperor mumbled. The surrounding king's men shuffled awkwardly.