Scenario:Randall - And the Winner Is

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And the Winner Is

The crew attends a festival on a certain island, but finds nothing but burly, muscular men parading around the festival grounds. The festival is held to determine the strongest individual in the sky, and Randall is convinced his rival will participate.



Lyria: Vyrn! (Captain)! Over here, hurry! This must be where the festival is—
Lyria: Oh my gosh!
Vyrn: Wh-what's going on here?
(Captain) and company have come to an island on which a special annual festival is held.
What currently dominates the festival grounds, however, is a sea of burly, muscular men.
Burly Villager: Howdy, folks! You look like you're new to these parts! Anythin' we can help you with?
Lyria: Eek! Um, well!
Lyria: Wh-what sort of festival is this exactly?
Burly Villager: Hahaha! Your confusion is totally understandable, little lady.
Burly Villager: What's about to start is the battle—I mean festival—to determine the strongest man in the sky!
Vyrn: Wait a sec... Did you say battle? You did... didn't you?
Burly Villager: The festival rules are simple! At the signal participants start punching each other. Last person standing wins!
Burly Villager: Those gathered here today are the toughest of the tough, assembled from across the sky!
Lyria: So this is a fighting festival? Doesn't sound like I'll have much to do here...
Burly Villager: Aw! No need to feel down, lil' lady!
Burly Villager: There's only one condition needed to enter!
Burly Villager: If your body's your only weapon, you're in!
Lyria: You mean I can join too? Yay!
Vyrn: No way we're letting you do that!
Burly Villager: Whoa there! No need to get your scales scuffed, lil' lizard! We have very noble reasons for doing this!
Vyrn: Hey! I ain't no—
Vyrn: Wait, noble reasons? You mean you guys aren't just gonna punch each other for the heck of it?
Burly Villager: Of course not! The key for us all to understand each other is one thing and one thing only!
Vyrn: Uh...
Burly Villager: Muscles.
Vyrn: What?
Burly Villager: Yes. Nothing speaks louder than a well-trained body.
Burly Villager: A bicep speaks a thousand words, as they say. Our fists allow us to understand one another to our very cores. To foster bonds deeper than any other!
Vyrn: R-right...
Randall: There's no doubt about it! He's here!
Lyria: Randall?
Vyrn: Whoa! When did you get here?
Vyrn: And what do you mean he's here?
Lyria: You mean the person you said you'd have your final showdown with?
Vyrn: That guy's here?
Randall: Exactly!
Randall: He can't possibly resist an event like this!
Vyrn: And here I thought you had a real reason to think he's here!
Vyrn: Geez...
Vyrn: Wha! Hey! What's the big idea?
(Captain) and company are suddenly obstructed by a group of festival participants.
Thug 1: Heh! Hey man, check it out. Didn't know they let babies join too. Easy pickings!
Thug 2: Nothing personal, kids. There's a whole lotta money in it for the winner of this festival. No one's going to be pulling any punches here.
Vyrn: Are you jerks trying to take out your opponents before the thing even starts?
Lyria: And they're using weapons! That's not fair at all!
Vyrn: Don't get the wrong idea! We're not even taking part in the festival!
Vyrn: Randall! Don't just stand there! Say some—
Randall: Hrah!
Thug 1: Ugh!
Thug 2: Why you little... I'll teach you not to mess with us!
Vyrn: Hey! What're you doing?
Randall: He's here. He has to be! I can feel it!
Randall: The day has finally come!
Vyrn: Sigh... He's not even listening.
Thug 2: All right, pipsqueaks! Now it's my turn!
Randall: You've wasted enough of my time. Out of the way!

And the Winner Is: Scene 2

Randall hears of an exceptionally powerful individual among the participants. Before he can find out more, the festival starts and waves of fighters descend on Randall and (Captain).



Thug 2: Heh. I'm impressed.
Randall: Humph. I could say the same to you. You might act like scum, but you're not rotten to the core.
Thug 2: Haha, you got me. This little fight's opened my eyes.
Thug 2: If guys like you are out there... I might just enter with my own two fists next time.
Vyrn: Looks like they understood each other to their very cores.
Lyria: Hee hee! I wasn't sure how things were going to turn out at first...
Lyria: But all's well that ends well! Right, (Captain)?
(Captain) starts to nod, only to be suddenly overwhelmed by the feeling that something's been forgotten.
Randall: Ha! Next time? The festival gong is just about to ring. Why not join right now?
Thug 2: Heh heh, cut me some slack here! Lady Luck really ain't on my side today.
Thug 2: Not to mention I ran into a real maniac earlier today. That's not an excuse. I lost to you fair and square. But he was the real deal.
Thug 2: Punched just like you. Each blow felt like he'd put all his heart and soul into it.
Thug 2: He said exchanging a few punches can tell you everything there is to know about someone.
Randall: What? Could it be... him?
Vyrn: Ack! I forgot he's still on his manhunt...
At that moment a loud gong silences the bustling crowd.
Vyrn: Whoa! Was that the signal to start the festival?
Vyrn: Oh man! We gotta get outta here, (Captain)! We're standing right in the middle of the battlefield!
Fighting erupts all around them in spectacular display.
Realizing the situation they are in, (Captain) raises their fists in anticipation.
Vyrn: (Captain)? You can't be thinking what I think you're thinking!
Randall: You're joining in, eh? Now we're talking!
Randall: I'll test my skills against you... Then have my final showdown with him!
Randall: But no matter who I fight first...
Randall: I'll be the last one standing after this is all over!
Vyrn: Uh-oh...
A pregnant pause fills the air.
A pregnant pause fills the air.
And then all at once, the throng of festival participants descends on Randall and (Captain) like a tidal wave.
A pregnant pause fills the air.

And the Winner Is: Scene 3

A sudden wind brings the festival to an abrupt end. When Randall hears that the phenomenon's source was a single punch from a mysterious, powerful individual, he finds himself feeling respect for a fellow fighter for the very first time.



The festival comes to an end.
Randall: I don't believe this! I've never heard of something so ridiculous before!
Vyrn: Could you not yell? My head's killing me...
Lyria: Hard as it is to believe, the organizers made the decision, Randall.
Randall: How could they decide that nobody won?
Vyrn: I told you to keep it down! Ow...
Vyrn: It's not like they had a choice after what happened...
The festival was just about to reach its conclusion.
Just as the winner was about to be decided, a deafening roar rends the air.
Hurricane force winds rip across the battlefield, knocking everyone to the ground.
And when the smoke clears, it's not clear who the winner is.
Vyrn: Man, that was some crazy wind back there. I thought my head was gonna get blown off!
Vyrn: Anyway. I understand your frustration, Randall, but let's not mince words here.
Vyrn: Your opponent was a real natural phenomenon!
Vyrn: So what if there isn't a winner this year? There's always next time!
Randall: I don't care about that!
Vyrn: Huh?
Lyria: Actually... a few people saw.
Vyrn: S-saw who doing what?
???: Hrm? A festival dedicated to muscular communion, you say?
???: Haha! Excellent!
???: But how will I then partake in this festival's communion when my fists do not seek victory?
???: Very well. Allow this to initiate the festivities!
???: Hah!
???: Gahahaha! Gahahahaha!
Vyrn: You gotta be kidding me!
Vyrn: S-so what you're saying is that just one punch from this guy was enough to send everyone flying?
Lyria: I know it's hard to believe, but everyone's saying the same thing.
Lyria: Whoever it was, they've already left. Everyone got knocked down, so they decided not to award a winner this year.
Vyrn: So that's why Randall's all wound up.
Vyrn: I mean... to be fair, the festival killer just up and disappeared without a trace.
Vyrn: Thanks to one guy, the festival was ruined and Randall can't find the guy he's looking for.
Lyria: Oh my gosh! Vyrn!
Vyrn: Ah! I-I uhh, I didn't mean to—
Randall: Heh...
Randall: Heheheh... Hahaha!
Vyrn: What's gotten into you, Randster?
Randall: After a stunt like that, it's fair to say that no one here can lay claim to the title of Sky's Strongest!
Randall: It feels like we've just been reminded of how small we really are, to be honest.
Randall: To know that someone out there can do that much damage with one punch?
Randall: This world of ours has got some serious monsters in it!
Vyrn: Wow...
Vyrn: Yup! You said it! The sky's one seriously awesome place! Right, (Captain)?
Seeing Randall's contented expression lulls the crew into believing he has ended his obsessive manhunt.
Randall: Heh, all these musclebrains...
Randall: They're so crazy... It drives me nuts just thinking about them!
Vyrn: Y-yeah... They sure are.
Randall feels awe and respect for a fellow fighter for the very first time.
However, slowly but surely, the angst he feels about his beloved fists begins to burn.