#WELL garcian though

[nicht-alles-gold]

I should’ve played Silver Case when it came out last year but I waited until the ps4 version lmao and god it’s amazing. If anyone reading this is interested in Suda’s games and wants a place to start/is a fan but on the fence, it’s a must play (and fairly frequently goes on sale for like, $12 on gog and the other one). I need to replay FSR now too... or wait until 25th Ward.

[smb3]

IF Travis gets in and IF they somehow included the killer7 as a spirit battle in Smash Ultimate what would each character be represented by?

So far my friend Tom and I only got this far:

Harman: Morton Koopa with a staff

Garcian: Mii Gunner with business suit (sadly I think they use default Miis for these which... would be white), would be last fighter, regenerates health?

KAEDE: Zero Suit Samus (white suit), uses neutral B often, damage increases midway through battle as well as power (cutting self to destroy barriers)

Mask: Incineroar with Steel Diver and Franklin Badge to reflect bullets

Con: Diddy? Spams Peanut Popguns, is super fast

Kevin: Could be anyone with a good, spammable knife-esque projectile. A Link with arrows would be good or Villager or Mega Man using slingshot or Mega buster pellets too, but he’d have to be invisible.

Dan and Coyote are honestly hard to come up with anything for because they’re just “man with pistol” which... is kinda not Smash at all. Still, I’d KILL for Travis in Smash and this representation... especially if they added Vinculum Gate as a track.

I think they’d all be a little more suceptible to projectiles (if possible) and if they could make them share health, that would be great too. Garcian might not even show up on the spirit screen but when he does, he has the Franklin Badge and can reflect projectiles and gets a lot of health back. Of course you fight Harman before that though... 

I imagine the stage would be the NMH hotel so the fight would probably happen there. If not, I guess Tomodachi Life? The Fire Emblem coliseum is kinda reminiscent of the Vinculum Gate area too...

[jgillon2k19]

Killer7 and Race

For a game released in 2006, Killer7 features an impressively diverse cast of characters, many of which subvert racial stereotypes, while other can, in some ways, reinforce them. 

Garcian Smith, who is in many ways the lead character of the game, is one character that subverts many stereotypical portrayals of African Americans in media. Though each member of the Killer7 is an assassin by trade, Garcian’s main purpose throughout the game is to act as a “cleaner” by rescuing his fallen comrades and reviving them. Garcian is described as “a sweet man who would not hurt a fly“, a far cry from stereotypes of African Americans as violent gangsters. At the end of the game, Garcian learns his true identity, Emir Parkreiner, and that he had previously killed all of the members of the Killer7 as well as several others. He opens his suitcase to find all of the other members’ weapons, realizing that he had been in control of them the whole time, and breaks down in tears. Garcian Smith is a very well developed character that subverts many stereotypes of African Americans in media.

Mask de Smith is a Mexican wrestler who joined the Killer7 upon being assassinated before a big match. From his dialogue, Mask de Smith is shown to be a caring person, fond of animals and children, and his self-styled wrestling technique shows a true passion for the sport. Mask’s friendly nature and hard work on a sport he is passionate about subverts many stereotypes about Latin Americans in media as being members of a cartel, or thieves. 

Coyote Smith, however, is a character that reinforces the very same stereotypes that Mask subverts. Coyote is described as a “Latino thug”, and is referred to as “the thief” by Iwarazu. Coyote’s talents include lockpicking, jumping to extreme heights, and vulgarity. While it is possible that some of the depth missing from Coyote’s characterization was present in content cut from the game, as he is presented in the released product, Coyote is a character deeply based in stereotype.

Con Smith is a Chinese teenager who is completely blind. His presence in Killer7 subverts stereotypes of both Asian people as well as the blind, as he is as fast and acrobatic as he is vulgar. The stereotype of Asians as a model minority in the US is greatly subverted by Con’s lack of respect for others and penchant for violence. While not a more positive representation, Con certainly does not uphold any stereotypes.

KAEDE Smith is a Japanese-American member of the smith syndicate who subverts stereotypical representations of Japanese women as submissive, as she is both a skilled assassin as well as being particularly critical of men. While KAEDE’s knowledge of martial arts may be seen as stereotypical, I believe that it is important to note that this may also further subvert stereotypes of women as well. 

For a video game released over 10 years ago, Killer7 has a fantastic amount of diversity in its main cast, and does an overall good job of subverting stereotypical representations of African Americans, Latin Americans, and Asians.

[supergreatfrien]

I'm confused by the revelation of the inside of Garcian's suitcase. Why is Garcian surprised to see what's inside? What did he think was inside?

Well, the past was killed, third eye was opened and all that, so he was able to see what was really in the case.

What did he think was inside?  You know, things.  His lunch.  He made a ham and cheese sandwich before he left for the hotel.  Put it in his case.  It was actually guns though, and he was upset because you can’t eat guns.

[billy-batson]

Tony Stark shifted in his seat, staring at the wheelchair-bound old man sitting across the conference table, anti-tank rifle slung across the wheelchair's back. "So, Harman," Tony said, giving Harman Smith a somewhat mocking look. "Even if I had this... 'Yakumo,' so what? Maybe I deserve it, how about that?" Harman sipped slowly from his soup bowl and set it down, his serious expression unchanged. He spoke, his voice deep, friendly, intimidating. "Would you care for a round of chess, Mr. Stark?"

Tony Stark limped through the hallway, clutching at the fresh bullet hole in his right leg. He knew now that he should have trusted Steve when he told him about the Killer7; who else could it have been when he had been attacked by five different people, yet none of them saw fit to gang up on him? It seemed the U.S. government wanted him dead. At least the Heaven Smiles so graciously donated by Kun Lan were holding off the Killer7; that gave him time to reach his Iron Man suit…

Tony Stark sat defeated in the helicopter, only able to watch helplessly as Stark Tower and the immediately surrounding apartment complexes shot off into the infinite cosmos in the blink of an eye. Doubtlessly the work of some supervillain who had planted rocket thrusters underneath the NYC crust, though who precisely, Tony had no idea. At least that had probably taken care of the Killer7. He knew he couldn’t call the Avengers; but he could think of a certain someone…

Boba Fett cupped his face in his hands, now regretting having kept Stark’s inter-universal pager. He leaned back in his seat with a heavy sigh and stared at the ceiling of the Slave 1’s cockpit, letting the pager ring for a good few moments. With great hesitation, he finally pressed the pager’s button. He sat there for another while, reading the coordinates displayed on the pager’s screen. *Screw it,* he thought. He activated his communicator. “Bossk, Dengar, I need a favor from one of you.”

Tony Stark sat in a tent in the middle of the Nevada desert, leaning his head against the Stark Industries personal heater; the last bit of what was once a vast wealth of technology at his fingertips. Not a single Iron Man suit remained; the ones that hadn’t zoomed off to Andromeda had either been seized and reprogrammed by the government or, worse, “executed” on live television by a firing squad in Alabama. Finally, Tony saw something in the night sky; a spaceship! He ran out to greet his love.

Bossk stared down the surprised, injured human male laying on the sand. “Tony Stark?” The human nodded, slowly crawling away. “Yeah, that’s… me, in spite of everything.” Bossk lunged forward and grabbed Tony by the neck, hoisting him up off the ground. “Good. I’ve got a message for you.” Bossk pulled Tony in closer, such that there was barely an inch between their faces. “When Boba said he don’t want you, he means it. When I tell you to stay away from him, I mean it. So stay away from my son!” Bossk continued to stare down Tony with fierce intensity, who was still struggling to breathe. “You got it, punk?” He released his grip on Tony and leveled his blaster rifle at him, watching as Stark gasped for air.

Finally, after much hacking, Tony spoke. “Better question-” He wheezed, then continued. “W-What’s got Chuckles back there so entertained?” Bossk turned his gaze to Dengar, who was indeed giggling quite a bit. “You called him your SON oh my god dude” Dengar’s laughter intensified. “Dengar,” Bossk started, “if you don’t shut up RIGHT NOW-”

“Oh fuck, THE YAKUMO!” Tony suddenly stood up and started limping towards the tent, only to stumble and fall face-first into the sand, letting out a yelp of pain as he clutched his right leg. “Hold it, Stark!” Bossk walked towards Tony, blaster once again pointed at him. “Just what is this Yakumo?” Tony had suddenly broken out into a sweat, in spite of the cold night desert air. “I-I need it! The government, they want to kill me for it!” Dengar swaggered up to Tony, leveling his own heavy blaster at him. “How much is it worth?” He asked, grinning devilishly. Tony, hyperventilating, punched the sand and screamed. “YOU’RE NOT GETTING YOUR DIRTY FUCKING HANDS ON IT!” He suddenly lunged towards the two hunters, letting out a shrill cry of anger as he pulled out a pistol - a pistol dropped the instant the first blaster bolt struck his chest. Bossk and Dengar unloaded their blasters into Stark, until he was just a smoking corpse. The two hunters stared at Tony’s body for a moment, both of them not entirely sure what had just happened.

“Well, Papa Bossk,” Dengar said, slinging his rifle across his shoulder, “you thinking what I’m thinking?” Bossk hissed in annoyance, keeping his rifle in his hands. “If you call me that again, you’re gonna end up like Stark.” He relaxed slightly. “But, yes, let’s go check out this… Yakumo.”

The two of them entered the tent, searching for whatever treasure this was. “I don’t get it, Bossk,” said Dengar, flipping through a somewhat tattered, yellowed stack of stapled paper. “He tried to kill us over… what is this, even?” Bossk gave a shrug as he easily hefted the heater over his shoulder. “Sure it wasn’t this piece of junk?” Dengar shook his head. “No, this has to be it. But I can’t even read it.” “That’s because it’s in Japanese,” said a voice from outside the tent. The two hunters turned to face the newcomer, a human male clad in red, white, and blue.

“What it is exactly is complicated,” said Captain America. “Just take it. It’s caused enough chaos already.” He looked sadly at the charred body of Tony Starm. Bossk snorted. “Whatever. We just came for your creepy friend there, anyway.” The two hunters made their way back to the ship, Yakumo in hand. Steve sighed, again looking mournfully at Tony’s body. How had it come to this? He could only watch as the thrusters from Bossk’s ship incinerated the body, the ashes drifting out into the desert. “So it’s gone then?” Garcian Smith leaned over the Seattle overpass, watching the cars zoom by. “Yeah,” said Steve Rogers, sitting on the railing and gazing up at the stars. “I can’t imagine it’ll be coming back anytime soon.” He looked at Garcian, who had picked his suitcase back up and began to walk away. Steve sighed. “Should I be expecting any more trouble between the Avengers and the Killer7?” Garcian paused. “Ask the United States.” And with that, they parted ways.

Boba Fett stared at the papers in his hands, understanding suddenly dawning on him. A language he thought he couldn’t understand, suddenly made clear to him. The Yakumo… Its knowledge flooded his mind as he pored through its pages. As he read the final sentence, he at last had one thing to thank Tony Stark for. Could he even become like a god with this knowledge? He had only one way to find out… FIN.

this anon came thru w the best tony fic in the world, everyone else can go home