”Only Elvis Presley, The Beatles, Michael Jackson, Garth Brooks and Paul McCartney have outsold the Bee Gees”.
These two have been calling themselves the God of Thunder for years now, so it stands to reason that this battle has been brewing for a while. Here it’s been illustrated by EnygmatycNinja, and he’s done a fine job of bringing the conflict to life.
In one corner, Thor would seem to be the more legitimate God of Thunder as he’s the one of real-life legend. Conversely, Raiden is the one that actually USES the power of thunder and lightning, not superhuman strength and an indestructible hammer.
So, who would win?
I think Raiden would have a “Flawless Victory” and “Finish Him” with a “Fatality”.
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The Golden Arm
My brother used to tell me this Ghost Story when I was a kid……….
There was once a man who traveled the land all over in search of a wife. He saw young and old, rich and poor, pretty and plain, and could not meet with one to his mind. At last he found a woman young, fair, and rich, who possessed the supreme, the crowning glory of having a right arm of solid gold. He married her at once, and thought no man so fortunate as he was. They lived happily together, but, though he wished people to think otherwise, he was fonder of the golden arm than of all his wife’s gifts besides.
At last she died. The husband appeared inconsolable. He put on the blackest black, and pulled the longest face at the funeral. But for all that he got up in the middle of the night, dug up the body, and cut off the golden arm. He hurried home to secrete his recovered treasure, and thought no one would know.
The following night he put the golden arm under his pillow, and was just falling asleep, when the ghost of his dead wife glided into the room. Stalking up to the bedside it drew the curtain, and looked at him reproachfully. Pretending not to be afraid, he spoke to the ghost, and said, “What have you done with your cheeks so red.”
“All withered and wasted away,” replied the ghost, in a hollow tone.
“What have you done with your red rosy lips?”
“All withered and wasted away.”
“What have you done with your golden hair?”
“All withered and wasted away.”
“What have you done with your golden arm?”
“You have it!”
