Smashfanful

Marx: Alright the combatant's are set, let us settle this debate once and for all. Stalin: It's time for a Death Battle, REMASTERED!!! --------- --------- --------- Brainiac's Ship, Drifting Along Earth's Orbit It all came like a blur. A bad fever dream concocted within the blaring, static crevices of his mind. His robotic vision cracked and hissed, struggling to make sense of his sight, the metallic floor in front of him multiplied, along with the glowing tendrils snaking along the walls. In front of him stood nothing but a void of darkness out the rounded entryway, along his side stood a number of glaring monitors, artificial light plac