The universe is a massive endless void waiting to be shaped.

Two friends end up being part of a game. Displaced as hands of destruction and creation, they are entities of existence itself. For some reason, one of them has this sudden impulse to gather fighters and see them fight for their wish.

Warning: Story will be mostly focused on cross-overs.

(Story is currently on hiatus untill I find a co-author to play as Crazy Hand and to help me rewrite, improve, and try to take in a different directions instead of the hands trying to make ponies fight for their entertainment)