Hey everybody, it's me, Scarecrow! I'm once again here to bring you all the entertainment you enjoy so much. This idea just sort of popped into my head, and I wanted to get it down on virtual paper. The following just sets up the premise; check it out, and I'll see you at the bottom.

Kratos sighed as he removed the last of the bandages. This was one of those rare down times that the Ghost of Sparta rarely got.

He'd just faked his death in front of that crazy bitch Athena, and released Hope into the world for mankind to use and rebuild their lives. Normally he wouldn't care much about anyone who wasn't him or the object of his vengeance; but now that he'd finally achieved his ultimate goal, he felt pity for the people of the world.

So, with that done and Athena storming off, he'd slipped into a cave in the side of the cliff where he found one of those green chests he always found after a major battle that healed his wounds. He didn't know where they came from, or why they worked, and frankly he didn't care.

But now he was stuck with the burning question: What now? He'd gotten his revenge on everyone that had done him wrong. He supposed he could go after Athena, but she was a ghost, and frankly didn't seem worth the effort. He could try and pick up where he left off in life, but that had been decades ago, possibly longer since the gods had taken away his ability to age.

So, with no answer in sight the man who had once been a god went back to the only place he felt comfortable: Sparta. Granted it was mostly just a hollow shell now since the war with the gods and the various catastrophes that had befallen the world, but it was home.

Once there, he went to a secret cave that only he knew about, built beneath his former home. It was there one would find the greatest collection anywhere. It was not a collection of fine art or wine, or even a collection of concubines. No, it was something far greater (at least to Kratos) it was a collection… of weapons.

The room housed every mystical weapon Kratos had ever come across, been given, or outright stolen from all of his adventures. The hammer from his nemesis the Barbarian King was placed on a pedestal beside the Blade of Artemis. On the wall behind them, the golden mask of Charon hung beside the relic which housed the Efreet.

Somehow or another he always managed to collect a few weapons like these, along with a few magical spells. Which reminded him…

Kratos flexed his hand and a bow appeared. It was similar in many ways to the Bow of Apollo he'd recently acquired in the Underworld. This one, however, he'd taken from the eye of a Titan, and fired arrows of wind. Flexing again, and he suddenly held a bolt of lightning in his hand, which made Kratos smirk. Even though Zeus was now a rotting corpse, the Ghost of Sparta could still call onto the magic given to him during his quest for Pandora's box.

Closing his hand Zeus' Fury disappeared. Despite what some may think, loss of magic did not mean loss of the spells themselves. When he had fed his magic into the Blade of Olympus to kill the Colossus, he had not fed it his knowledge of how he summoned the Army of Hades, or Poseidon's Rage. But without magic, he was unable to perform those spells. When he'd gotten his magic back, he could have performed those spells at any time.

Why hadn't he? Well…

It may sound arrogant, but Kratos knew with the utmost certainty that he was the baddest fucker on the face of the Earth (which could no longer be disputed, given that he'd killed almost everyone who would dare). And while he may be a murderous, violent, slightly insane, psycho path; he still had some honor to him. He believed in fair play. If he went into every battle with all his weapons and magics on him, what chance did his enemy have to put up a fight? That was why, if he had the chance, he liked to stop here after each quest was finished to deposit his new weapons someplace they'd be safe. The only reason he didn't do this with the Blades of… whatever they were called now (Exile wasn't it? The things were basically the same no matter what they were called) was because they were literally attached to him.

As for magic, he just showed a little restraint (stop laughing! He did have some… if you keep that up he'd have no problem gutting you like a fish!) and only used the magic he got that journey. It was actually a very rewarding system.

But now… what good were all these weapons? This was the thought that raced through Kratos' mind as he hung Helios' head by Medusa and her sister's.

What good were they, now that he had killed everyone that was worth using them on? It was almost enough to make the spartan depressed. And even as he cleaned the last of the blood off, he still didn't have an answer.

He looked down at the last weapon left to archive: The Blade of Olympus. Having absorbed quite a bit of the Titan Gaia and the God Zeus' power when he stabbed them with it, the Blade thrummed with mystical energy. Poor thing, it was practically begging him to go decapitate someone with it.

It wasn't fair! He was Kratos! Killing people was what he did! He needed a new opponent! Someone powerful, someone worth his time! He needed… he needed…

As he often did while thinking heavily, Kratos began to go through the motions with his weapon, an exercise intended to keep his skills sharp (not that it looked like he'd need them) when it happened.

While he focused on who he could possibly hunt down and kill next, he swung the sword in a downward diagonal slash. As he did, the sword pulsed, and the blade seemed to tear through the air itself. When it did, it left a long gash in the fabric of space in its wake.

Kratos blinked, examining the swirling void before him. He then looked down at the sword, which was now pulsing like a heart in his hand. Kratos raised a hand, feeling the magic of the void in front of him. It felt vaguely like portal magic, but he could not recognize the location on the other side…

Could it be?

The Blade! It had answered his wish by opening a hole that would take him to a place where he would surely find someone worth fighting! Kratos felt his lips twitch into a genuinely happy smile (though had a regular human seen it they would have dropped dead in fear). It was time to prepare!

Turning back to his collection, Kratos began to grab weapons off the walls and pedestals and vanish them into the mystical space on his person where they were stored during his quests.

Kratos highly doubted he'd NEED all these weapons and spells (though if he did, that would make his whole week), but as he didn't know if he'd ever be able to come back once he left, he figured he might as well take everything with him. Plus, it wouldn't hurt if he did find someone worth fighting to have a little extra firepower. He may like a fair fight, but he wasn't a fool.

Fully stocked on weapons, and having checked every spell over in his head, Kratos faced the portal. Cracking his neck, Kratos wondered what sort of foe he might face… and if he would have anything worth adding to his arsenal.

With that final thought, he ran forward and leapt into the space between spaces, falling through space and time and dimensions.

Look out Multi-Verse, here comes Kratos!

End Prologue

Well that's it. Kratos has used the power of the Blade of Olympus to tear open a portal that will take him anywhere. ANYWHERE. Each chapter will feature Kratos traveling to a different world, and interacting with the characters (generally to fight them).

So the big question is: Where to?

You want to see him take on Ryu from Street Fighter? Fine.

You want him to battle Master Chief from Halo? Fine.

You want him to get into a drawn out brawl with Peter Griffin from Family Guy? Fine.

Kratos can go anywhere, and no one is off limits. Mario, Link, Freddy Kruger, Raiden, Barney, Pinkie Pie, Ichigo, Naruto, etc. etc. etc.

All you've got to do is say where you want Kratos to go, or who you want him to fight. I'll pick the suggestions I like, and make it happen.

Unlike my other stories (available from my profile), don't expect these to be tens of thousands of words long. These are just meant to be snippets featuring Kratos and how other worlds would react to someone like him, and what he would do once he got there.

The choice is yours.

Who's it gonna be?

Until Next Time...