Where there are others so willing to engage in violence, I can feel only sadness. Why do they engage in this pointless suffering?
-sets up a booth to protest outside the arena-
-sign reads FREE POCKY and under in small print, violence is not the answer
edited 24th Feb '12 9:09:35 PM by vanishingreality
Oh, yer given this watch that calls ya up ta a match from time ta time. Ya can also schedule a match manually as well. I turned mine off fer now, so I can spend time with ya.
AND IN THIS CORNER, HE ONCE WAS ONE OF THE MEDDLING KIDS, BUT NO ONE WANTS TO REMEMBER, SCRAPPY DOO!
My goodness, so that's where they went...
Deer-Suddenly, the room finds itself with a group of deer, and four other sheep clones that slightly resemble Delta, all decked out in party gear- Baa! You all came! Let's go! Ronno, you can play the music, okay?
Oh dang, Ol' Man Jenkins can throw a good punch....
The women of this space station, or at least the background characters, are easy to lead.
edited 24th Feb '12 9:13:57 PM by Tatsumar
DeerAll this tournament is are two people hurting each other by competing! When will this end, I ask of you? There are no winners in this abomination of a deathmatch. -chatters on happily to a bribed audience- n_n
Now the truth comes in strawberry, as well my friends!
edited 24th Feb '12 9:15:55 PM by vanishingreality
I see you know your Devil May Cry.
So, dya like watchin the matches up close? I mean, it's more excitin than the ones on the TV, right?
-Meanwhile, as Cyril is walking through the market, he spots a Mystery Man pin-up calender. Thankfully, there were no pictures of his face- Oh dear.... T-they get these mass produced so quickly.... -blushes-
DeerI must reconsider this. This metaphor is inadequate. I will return when I can find the snack that has less variety in its flavoring as to better illustrate a distinct moral sense of right and wrong. –shuts down booth-
actually i never played that game before sadly. xD Any references are pure coincidence
edited 24th Feb '12 9:26:09 PM by vanishingreality
-flustered with the calender, Cyril purchases it and stumbles his way into N- Erm, hello Sir.... um, what are you doing here with that tofu? I thought the market to sell food was a ways off... -Cyril fumbles around the ground, realizing the Mystery Man calendar has fallen into the crowd- Oh dear...
edited 24th Feb '12 9:51:40 PM by Tatsumar
Deer

Nah, we can pantomime this shit. Lets do this!
IN THIS CORNER IS THE SPOOKSTER OF THE NIGHT. THE MASTER OF GUARDING GOLD! OLD MAN JEEEEEENKINS!
They are really bringin' in everyone these days...
edited 24th Feb '12 9:04:52 PM by Tatsumar
Deer