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King of Fighters '96
Storyline of King of Fighters '96, The
Mittelgebilde, Germany. A man of noble bearing sits in front of a massive pipe organ and proceeds to stroke the keyboard. A man who appears to be his servant approaches him.
SERVANT: "Herr Krauser..."
KRAUSER: "..."
Krauser, plays with the keys as he is presented with an envelope.
SERVANT: "Once again you have received this correspondence."
KRAUSER: "The King of Fighters, is it...? Rugal, I guess you've failed to do away with yourself yet again."
SERVANT: "No, judging that this year's sponsors are clearly listed, I can surmise that this KOF is different from the previous one, and appears to be a legitimate competition...."
KRAUSER: "In that case, I wish to hear more. Open it."
The servant proceeds to open the envelope.
SERVANT: "Permit me.... The format of the competition will consist of a series of matches just as the previous competition."
KRAUSER: "If that's so, then you most likely know who my teammates shall be."
SERVANT: "Sir, just what are you implying...? There are limits, even if you say it in jest."
KRAUSER: "Come, come. Who are they?"
SERVANT: "One Geese Howard and a Mr. Big."
KRAUSER: "Oh, ho, ho. A team of villains unbecoming of a public fighting competition, is it? ...I like it. I think I'll accept."
SERVANT: "It's not my place to interject, but such a competition is not worthy of your participation.... For you, Herr Krauser, I believe selecting a more suitable venue would be advisable...."
Krauser's hands stop dancing along the keyboard.
KRAUSER: "You really shouldn't be so stuffy. This'll be nothing more than a mere diversion. But one thing that piques my interest is that this competition is simply a fighting competition supported by corporations. If this competition were one of the usual pretexts for some underworld up-and-comer to fulfill his petty ambitions, I wouldn't care in the least. But this year's competition lacks that aura. A mere diversion...do you actually think someone like Geese would enter such an event? I don't think so. He is up to something. Most definitely.... And I must find what it is, don't you think? This competition just may be more interesting than I had thought.... This may not be such a diversion after all...."
SERVANT: "So you have thought this through. Well, then, Herr Krauser, I leave you to your bidding."
KRAUSER: "Yes, very well...."
SERVANT: "Shall I prepare your combat ensemble and the orchestra? Very good."
KRAUSER: "And one more thing...I'd appreciate you sweeping this entire hall. I think we have a nosey rodent or two in these environs."
The servant's face tense up as he immediately realizes the meaning to Krauser's words.
SERVANT: "Oh...?! My apologies, sir, right away."
The servant turns on his heels. His voice reverberates through the hall.
KRAUSER: "So it has come to this, has it? I do so look forward to this King of Fighters."


A grubby apartment. Light seeps in from a corner of the room to illuminate a lone figure.
BIG: "Krauser is on the move? Are you sure?"
MINION: "It's certain. One of our agents has just notified us.... Unfortunately it appears all of our listening devices have been discovered."
BIG: "That's not important. As long as we know Krauser's planning to enter the competition. Now it's all up to Geese. He should be losing his patience for the Bogard brothers about now. I think we can assume his participation is mostly in the bag. Things are getting interesting!"
MINION: "So you're actually thinking of teaming up with them and entering? As far as our organization goes, those two are thorns in our sides.... Although we can make use of them, we must not find ourselves being exploited. To avoid that, wouldn't it be advisable for you to stay out of the competition...?"
BIG: "We can't go on wallowing in this petty underworld forever. In order to extend our organization's influence, I can't sit this competition out. And if my absence is seen as a retreat, I would never live down the shame."
MINION: "I understand where you are coming from. But...."


Big's minion finds himself looking down the end of a nunchuck.
BIG: "Do you know what I hate most?"
MINION: "Being told what to do, sir....Correct?"
BIG: "You know me too well. Now get lost."
Mr. Big remains in the room. He chomps down deliberately on a cigar.
BIG: "Wolfgang Krauser. Geese Howard. I don't know what YOU two are plotting, but you'll have to get through me first to do it...."


A limousine in transit. The man in the front passenger seat looks back and begins to address the person in the rear seat.
RIPPER: "We just got word from one of our undercover agents in Southtown. It appears that Krauser and Big will enter the competition."
BILLY: "All the pieces just keep falling into place, don't they, Boss?"
GEESE: "That's because this year's KOF is just enough to whet Krauser and Big's appetitites. Krauser will find his entr┼Że into legitimate society, and Big has the chance to establish a foundation for the enlargement of his organization....And I'm sure they're curious about what I'm up to. They know I wouldn't halfheartedly enter just any fighting competition. I'll let them discover what they may. I can't wait to see their faces when they realize they're but my pawns.... Let's make sure they serve us well."
BILLY: "And there's one other matter we should take care of along the way."
GEESE: "Take care of? Hmph...you mean the Bogard brothers? They're not worth the trouble. Those punks, however, have stood in my way far too often. I've been tolerant of them until now, but it just may be time to smash those bugs for good."
BILLY: "I see.... But I do regret that I won't be able to crush Iori Yagami myself. I hear he's entered this competition too."
GEESE: "Ha, ha, ha.... I understand your regret. But leave that to me. Leave everything to me.... I know it's out of character for me to be so giddy. And I just think things are just going to get more entertaining..."
RIPPER: "We are entering Southtown presently."
GEESE: "Head for the port. I have to say hello to that Terry Bogard-he doesn't know how deep he's in it this time."
BILLY: "I guess we'll just have to tell him then...this should be good!
GEESE: "Thing's are going to get pretty hectic from now on. The ultimate game has begun.... Hoo, hoo...hah, hah, hah."


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