One Wild Weekend: The Aftermath!
Posted: Sun Jun 17, 2018 2:32 amThe scene is a stage, somewhere on Cybertron but with a video signal transmitting throughout all known space. As an audience applauds, leader of the IMaginAry CONSPiracY and supporter of the Maximal cause in the Heavy Metal War, Wingz steps out onto the stage. Smiling, she holds up a hand and the applause fades.
"Thank you, all, for coming here tonight... and even more thanks to everyone who helped make the One Wild Weekend a success last week!"
There's more applause for a moment before Wingz raises her hand again, "Of everyone that should be thanked for taking part, HMW's favorite killer rabbit should be topping the list for his sportsmanship and good conductivity... I mean, good conduct. Sorry, it was just such an electrifying event."
Laughter ensues for but a moment, "Now, we all know what the stakes were... and speaking of stakes, did anyone bet on the Triple Crown winner? We could buy a programmer if you did. Guess not. ...Anyway, as a faction, the Autobots - and Burn - came up with several ideas for Bun-Bun to pay his forfeit and we just couldn't choose. So, we thought we'd give him a fighting chance and let him make the choice. And here tonight to help us, we know him, we tolerate him, the Mars Planetary Defence Force’s own... Turbo Magnus!"
Slowly, the camera pans to where Turbo is standing in front of a set of three doors wearing a sequinned evening gown and feathered boa. Almost immediately, the signal cuts out and is replaced with a 'We're Sorry. We Are Having Technical Difficulties' card. After several minutes, the signal returns and Turbo is now wearing grey cargo shorts and a camoflague shirt.
"Sorry about that, folks," Wingz shakes her head. "I didn't know he was going to do that. But, hey, wasn't that a beautiful boa he had there?"
By the doors, Turbo wrinkles his nose up and snorts, "Knew I should’ve gone with the Constrictor instead of the feathers... Moving on, it's simple. We've got three possible builds created by the great minds in the Iacon forum - and Burn - and three doors that they're randomized behind. Even I'm not entirely sure what's where since I trusted putting them there to a D20 and a horde of baby South Carolina Tree Monkeys. Now, Bun-Bun, you'll pick two doors. The builds behind each door will be used for two weeks each, which one is first and which is second would be up to you. “
“Don’t forget the penalty clause, Turbo,” Wingz speaks up. “If he wants to get out of a build early, he can opt to swap for the build that was behind the last door for the remainder of the two weeks. Otherwise, he's stuck with the two he chose. But! He only has this option once during the four week period, after that there’s no changing.”
Turbo nods, “Too true, Wingz; It forces him to ask the age old question, is the devil you know really better than the one you don’t. Now, Are..."
"You..." Wingz chimes in.
"READY?" The Autobot and the Maximal players shout together.
“Pick your doors!” Wingz finishes with a flourish, pointing out towards where Bun-Bun is waiting...
"Thank you, all, for coming here tonight... and even more thanks to everyone who helped make the One Wild Weekend a success last week!"
There's more applause for a moment before Wingz raises her hand again, "Of everyone that should be thanked for taking part, HMW's favorite killer rabbit should be topping the list for his sportsmanship and good conductivity... I mean, good conduct. Sorry, it was just such an electrifying event."
Laughter ensues for but a moment, "Now, we all know what the stakes were... and speaking of stakes, did anyone bet on the Triple Crown winner? We could buy a programmer if you did. Guess not. ...Anyway, as a faction, the Autobots - and Burn - came up with several ideas for Bun-Bun to pay his forfeit and we just couldn't choose. So, we thought we'd give him a fighting chance and let him make the choice. And here tonight to help us, we know him, we tolerate him, the Mars Planetary Defence Force’s own... Turbo Magnus!"
Slowly, the camera pans to where Turbo is standing in front of a set of three doors wearing a sequinned evening gown and feathered boa. Almost immediately, the signal cuts out and is replaced with a 'We're Sorry. We Are Having Technical Difficulties' card. After several minutes, the signal returns and Turbo is now wearing grey cargo shorts and a camoflague shirt.
"Sorry about that, folks," Wingz shakes her head. "I didn't know he was going to do that. But, hey, wasn't that a beautiful boa he had there?"
By the doors, Turbo wrinkles his nose up and snorts, "Knew I should’ve gone with the Constrictor instead of the feathers... Moving on, it's simple. We've got three possible builds created by the great minds in the Iacon forum - and Burn - and three doors that they're randomized behind. Even I'm not entirely sure what's where since I trusted putting them there to a D20 and a horde of baby South Carolina Tree Monkeys. Now, Bun-Bun, you'll pick two doors. The builds behind each door will be used for two weeks each, which one is first and which is second would be up to you. “
“Don’t forget the penalty clause, Turbo,” Wingz speaks up. “If he wants to get out of a build early, he can opt to swap for the build that was behind the last door for the remainder of the two weeks. Otherwise, he's stuck with the two he chose. But! He only has this option once during the four week period, after that there’s no changing.”
Turbo nods, “Too true, Wingz; It forces him to ask the age old question, is the devil you know really better than the one you don’t. Now, Are..."
"You..." Wingz chimes in.
"READY?" The Autobot and the Maximal players shout together.
“Pick your doors!” Wingz finishes with a flourish, pointing out towards where Bun-Bun is waiting...
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