Suggested by Blood Dancer
Here we have an excellent match between two characters who are very skilled at what they do.

For this match, they are hunting each other in a small city (population: 3,001). Not very many well built rooftops, some city guards and a few heroes milling about who might want to interfere.

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There is a movie adaptation targeted for a March 2, 2012 release, which falls on the birthday of Dr. Seuss, who died in 1991. About the only other Dr Seuss character I ever liked was the Grinch, but the Lorax is without a doubt my personal favorite. This story is good not for the plight of the Amazon rain forests, but instead of the one voice that tries to warn the others of their path of destruction, in which they only realize too late. Someday, the Lorax may return…
by Dr. Seuss

At the far end of town

where the Grickle-grass grows

and the wind smells slow-and-sour when it blows

and no birds ever sing excepting old crows…

is the Street of the Lifted Lorax

And deep in the Grickle-grass, some people say,

if you look deep enough you can still see, today,

where the Lorax once stood

just as long as it could

before somebody lifted the Lorax away.

What was the Lorax?

And why was it there?

And why was it lifted and taken somwhere

from the far end of town where the Grickle-grass grows?

The old Once-ler still lives here.

Ask him. He knows.

You won’t see the Once-ler.

Don’t knock at his door.

He stays in his Lerkim on top of his store.

He lurks in his Lerkim, cold under the roof,

where he makes his own clothes

out of miff-muffered moof.

And on special dank midnights in August,

he peeks

out of the shutters

and sometimes he speaks

and tells how the Lorax was lifted away.

He’s tell you, perhaps…

if you’re willing to pay.

On the end of a rope

he lets down a tim pail

and you have to toss in fifteen cents

and a nail

and the shell of the great-great-great-

grandfather snail.

Then he pulls up the pail,

makes a most careful count

to see if you’ve paid him

the proper amount.

The he hides what you paid him

away in his Snuvv,

his secret strange hole

in his gruvvulous glove.

Then he grunts, “I will call you by Whisper-ma-Phone,

for the secrets I tell are for your ears alone.”

SLUPP!

Down slupps the Whisper-ma-Phone to your ear

and the old Once-ler’s whispers are not very clear,

since they have to come down

throught a snergelly hose,

and he sounds

as if he had

smallish bees up his nose.

“Now I’ll tell you,” he says, with his teeth sounding ray,

“how the Lorax got lifted and taken away…

It all started way back…

such a long, long time back…

Way back in the days when the grass was still green

and the pond was still wet

and the clouds were still clean,

and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space…

one morning, I came to this glorious place.

And I first saw the trees!

The Truffula Trees!

The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees!

Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.

And, under the trees, I saw Brown Bar-ba-loots

frisking about in their Bar-bo-loot suits

as they played in the shade and ate Truffula Fruits.

From the rippulous pond

came the comfortable sound

of the Humming-Fish humming

while splashing around.

But those trees! Those trees!

Those Truffula Trees!

All my life I’d been searching

for trees such as these.

The touch of their tufts

was much softer than silk.

And they had the sweet smell of fresh butterfly milk.

I felt a great leaping

of joy in my heart.

I knew just what I’d do!

I unloaded my cart.

In no time at all, I had built a small shop.

Then I chopped down a Truffula Tree with one chop.

And with great skillful skill and with great speedy speed.

I took the soft tuft. And I knitted a Thneed!

The instant I’d finished, I heard a ga-Zump!

I looked.

I saw something pop out of the stump

of the tree I’d chopped down. It was sort of a man.

Describe him?…That’s hard. I don’t know if I can.

He was shortish. And oldish.

And brownish. And mossy.

And he spoke with a voice

that was sharpish and bossy.

“Mister!” he said with a sawdusty sneeze,

“I am the Lorax. I speak for the trees.

I speak for the trees, for the trees have no tongues.

And I’m asking you, sir, at the top of my lungs”–

he was very upset as he shouted and puffed–

“Whats that THING you’ve made out of my Truffula tuft?”

“Look, Lorax,” I said. “There’s nocause for alaram.

I chooped just one tree. I am doing no harm.

I’m being quit useful. This thing is a Thneed.

A Thneed’s a Fine-Something-That-All-People-Need!

It’s a shirt. It’s a sock. It’s a glove. It’s a hat.

But it has other uses. Yes, far beyond that.

You can use it for carpets. For pillows! For sheets!

Or curtains! Or covers for bicycle seats!”

The Lorax said,

“Sir! You are crazy with greed.

There is no one on earth

who would buy that fool Thneed!”

But the very next minute I proved he was wrong.

For, just at that minute, a chap came along,

and he thought that the Thneed I had knitted was great.

He happily bought it for three ninety-eight.

I laughed at the Lorax, “You poor stupid guy!

You never can tell what some people will buy.”

“I repeat,” cried the Lorax,

“I speak for the trees!”

“I’m busy,” I told him.

“Shut up, if you please.”

I rushed ‘cross the room, and in no time at all,

built a radio-phone. I put in a quick call.

i called all my brothers and uncles and aunts

and I said, “Listen here! Here’s a wonderful chance

for the whole Once-ler Family to get mighty rich!

Get over here fast! Take the road to North Nitch.

Turn left at Weehawken. Sharp right at South Stitch.”

And, in no time at all,

in the factory I built,

the whole Once-ler Family

was workign full tilt.

We were all knitting Thneeds

just as busy as bees,

to the sound of the chopping

of Truffula Trees.

Then…

Oh! Baby! Oh!

How my business did grow!

Now, chopping one tree

at a time

was too slow.

So I quickly invented my Super_axe_hacker

which whacked off four Truffula Trees at one smacker.

We were making Thneeds

four times as fast as before!

And that Lorax?…

He didn’t show up any more.

But the next week

he knocked

on my new office door.

He snapped, “I’m the Lorax who speaks for the trees

which you seem to be chopping as fast as your please.

But I’m also in charge of the Brown Bar-bo-loots

who played in the shade in their Bar-bo-loot suits

and happily lived, eating Truffula Fruits.

“NOW…thanks to your hacking my trees to the ground,

there’s not enough Truffula Fruit to go ’round.

And my poor Bar-ba-loots are all getting the crummies

because they have gas, and no food, in their tummies!

“They loved living here. But I can’t let them stay.

They’ll have to find food. And I hope that they may.

Good luck, boys,” he cried. And he sent them away.

I, the Once-ler, felt sad

as i watched them all go.

BUT…

business is business!

And business must grow

regardless of crummies in tummies, you know.

I meant no harm. I most truly did not.

But I had to grow bigger. So bigger I got.

I biggered my factory. I biggered my roads.

I biggered my wagons. I biggered the loads

of the Thneeds i shipped out. I was shippping them forth

to the South! To the East! To the West! To the North!

I went right on biggering…selling more Thneeds.

And I biggered my money, which everyone needs.

Thenagain he came back! I was fixing some pipes

when that old-nuisance Lorax came back with more gripes.

“I am the Lorax,” he coughed and he whiffed.

He sneezed and he snuffled. He snarggled. He sniffed.

“Once-ler!” he cried with a cruffulous croak.

“Once-lear! You’re making such smogulous smoke!

My poor Swomee-Swans…why, they can’t sing a note!

No one can sing who has smog in his throat.

“And so,” said the Lorax,

“–please pardon my cough–

they caannot live here.

So I’m sending them off.

“Where will they go?…

I don’t hopefully know.

They may have to fly for a month…or a year…

To escape from the smog you’ve smogged-up around here.

“What’s more,” snapped the Lorax. (His dander was up.)

“Let me say a few words about Gluppity-Clupp.

Your machinery chugs on, day and night without stop.

making Gluppity-Glupp. Also Schloppity-Schlopp.

And what do you do with this leftover goo?…

I’ll show you. You dirty old Once-ler man, you!

“You’re glumping the pond hwere the Humming-Fish hummed!

No more can they hum, for their gills are all gummed.

So I’m sending them off. Oh, their future is dreary.

They’ll walk on their fins and get woefully weary

in search of some water that isn’t so smeary.

I hear things are just as bad up in Lake Erie.”

And then I got mad.

I got terribly mad.

I yelled at the Lorax, “Now listen here, Dad!

All you do is yap-yap and say, ‘Bad! Bad! Bad! Bad!’

Well, I have my rights, sir, and I’m telling you

I inteend to go on doing just what I do!

And, for your information, ou Lorax, I’m figgering

on biggering

and BIGGERING

and BIGGERING

and BIGGERING,

turning MORE Truffula Trees into Thneeds

which everyone, EVERYONE, EVERYONE needs!”

And at that very moment, we heard a load whack!

From outside in the fields came a sickening smack

of an axe on a tree. Then we heard the tree fall.

The very last Truffula Tree of them all!

No more trees. No more Thneeds. No more work to be done.

So, in no tmie, my uncles and aunts, every one,

all waved me good-bye. they jumped into my cars

and drove away under the smoke-smuggered stars.

Now all that was left ‘neath the bad-smelling sky

was my big empty factory

the Lorax…

and I.

The Lorax said nothing. Just gave me a glance…

just gave me a very sad, sad backward glance…

as he lifted himself by the seat of his pants.

And I’ll never forget the grim look on his face

when he heisted himself and took leave of this place,

through a hole in the smog, without leaving a trace.

And all that the Lorax left here in this mess

was a small pike of rocks, with the one word…

“UNLESS.”

Whatever that meant, well, I just couldn’t guess.

That was long,long ago.

But each day since that day

I’ve sat here and worried

and worried away.

Through the years, while my buildings

have fallen apart,

I’ve worried about it

with all of my heart.

“But now,” says the Once-ler,

“Now that you’re here,

the word of the Lorax seems perfectly clear.

UNLESS someone like you

cares a whole awful lot,

nothing is going to get better.

It’s not.

“SO…

Catch!” calls the Once-ler.

He lets something fall.

“It’s a Truffula Seed.

It’s the last one of all!

You’re in charge of the last of the Truffula Seeds.

And Truffular Trees are what everyone needs.

Plant a new Truffula. Treat it with care.

Give it clean water. And feed it fresh air.

Grow a forest. Protect it from axes that hack.

Then the Lorax

and all of his friends

may come back.”

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Suggested by Darth Destro

Making his debut on FactPile is Percy Jackson against one of the site’s more notorious fighters. I have to admit at first I didn’t think this was much of a fight, but when conducting research on Jackson, I saw a lot of similar abilities between the two.

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Suggested by AHEM

For this match, we are using the Richard Rahl from the Sword of Truth series, whereas Vin arrives from the Mistborn trilogy. While on the surface this might be a close match, I just don’t think Vin has enough to overcome Rahl’s magic, and experience using the Sword of Truth.

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Suggested by Darth Destro

This is a real tough fight for me. I am fans of both, and enjoy each character’s abilities and mannerisms. As much as I would like to see Aragorn come out on top, I think the best he’ll be able to do is to survive a few rounds.

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Suggested by Jeremy546

Here’s what should be a fairly evenly matched battle. Both have powers that should counter act each other’s attacks.

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This match should be judged on two levels. The first is based on their ability to use the sword. Unless you played Overlord, it might be hard to know the skills of both fighters. The second part is the leadership element.

Who would you rather have be your ruler?

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Suggested by War Wizard
Here we have a match that would be fun to watch in the sense of a total curb stomp on the part of Kahlan. Sure, Xena might get in a few blows, but at the end, only the Mother Confessor will be left standing.

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Here we have match that we might see in the near future for all who watch the Legend of the Seeker series. But until then, this forum will have to do. While Denna is certainly one of the top-tier Mord-Sith who worked for Darken Rahl, methinks she won’t be able to take on Cara. Eliminate the need to protect Lord Rahl, and based strictly on skill, I believe the victory goes to Cara.

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Making his debut on FactPile is Darken Rahl from the Legend of the Seeker/Sword of Truth show/series. For this match the powers of each character are from the books that they appear in. With that being the case, I can’t see how Voldemort will last very long…

What say you?

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