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Right as Mad puts their hand on the door handle to open it, they touch yet another hand. It looks strange, yellowy, almost gelatinous...
m8 clears their throat. "Yes, hello. I am entering this competition as well. I just want everyone to know I hold no ill will to any of you. Even if I am technically the evil clone of your friend here."
(Chey and Ford follow the others into the building.) "Man, this brings back memories of my brief stint as a Match Game panelist."
Libre follows too.
"Don't worry, 8. I've got no hard feelings about clones, evil or otherwise."
"I personally prefer anime clones. Or French clones. But whatever."
Mad holds the door open for the other Tropers, including m8.
Inside the building, you can see a large group of bustling people. Among the people in the line are Gabe Newell, Doctor Robotnik, and also a plethora of recurring villains in TTS.
Katrina and Tory walks out of the car. "Oh, what's this place?"
"I'm a bit scared here."
"Looks like we got a real fun cast here!" Zanreo says as she sees the line. "Hm, I wonder if..." She tries getting a better look.
“Cool! Hey, I wonder what the show’s like. Will this even make it to air?”
Dookie Naruto Runs in.
Shelley is in the line with the other villains.
Nerds. They better accept me in. OR ELSE.....
Edited by DookieIdiotNimrod on Jan 12th 2021 at 5:20:40 AM
CATS is also in line. "Get this win will be my chance... ha ha ha..."
"Time to "preach" my beliefs loud and clear!"
Coleberry is there.
I dearly hope my bribes got in before the deadline...
"It's about knowledge! Facts that are only useful to the nerds of world!"
The Tropers arrive at the front of the line after a few minutes of waiting. A woman sits at the front desk.
"🅱️ello, 🅱️ign your name on this 🅱️orm if you want to 🅱️ign up for the 🅱️ameshow. You 🅱️ill recieve a 🅱️lipboard with a 🅱️entrance 🅱️exam on a few sheets of 🅱️a🅱️er. 🅱️lease 🅱️on't cheat on this one, 🅱️e 🅱️ave 🅱️ecurity 🅱️ameras."
Zanreo signs her name.
Dookie signs his name.
Meanwhile, Shelley already signed her own name, and was now using the restroom.
Edited by DookieIdiotNimrod on Jan 13th 2021 at 7:13:46 AM
Knife also signs their name.
Once every one of the participating tropers have signed their name, the receptionist hands out the clipboards.
"🅱️on't get too 🅱️orked up a🅱️out the results. I'm 🅱️ure you will do 🅱️ine."
Mad sits down with his clipboard and starts taking the test.
Dookie starts taking the test.
To the receptionist...
"Please. Stop speaking with that loud buzzing bass noise...thing...whenever you do the B thing. It's painful."
Edited by SomeLibre on Jan 14th 2021 at 8:24:18 PM
"🅱️ust 🅱️ake the 🅱️est 🅱️lease. 🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️🅱️"
"Sure hope this is right..." Zanreo says as they start writing down answers.
Manhattan, New York, New York, late 2020
Somewhere deep in a dark chamber hidden within the vast tunnels beneath the city lies an ancient temple to long-forgotten gods. Left undisturbed for a hundred years, a dreadful presense returns to conduct its unfinished business.
A salacious imp has just finished rebuilding an infernal machine. Cackling maniacally, the imp pulls a lever on the machine and fires it up, the pins and wheels spinning faster and faster as a yawning portal to the great beyond opens before him.
Metric fuckloads of seawater begin to spill forth from the portal, washing in the bodies of various creatures from the deepest abyss. Nightmarish fish, betentacled squid, bioluminescent lifeforms of all kinds. As more water spills in, the creatures washing out become more and more strange, more and more horrifying, as the corruption of the abyss begins to show itself more and more.
Finally, something else washes into the cavern; a man in black robes swirling with pink and purple designs, with a mysterious mask to match.
Seeing this, the imp pulls the lever back, shutting off the machine and closing off the portal to the unknown.
The robed figure coughs and sputters, seawater spilling forth from his lungs. He looks up from where he lies on his hands and knees, staring up at the Imp.
The imp smirks, a mouth full of razor-sharp teeth peeking out beneath his Groucho mustache.
"Welcome back to the living world, old friend. What do you say about giving this another shot? You up for one more round of fun?"
The man in the robes glares at the Imp, his mouth twisting into a vicious snarl.
"The Tropers...... Where are they?"
Tropesburg, Present Day
The Imp and the Cult Magician slide into 420 Bobby Buzzer Avenue, quickly signing their names on the sign in sheet and taking the quiz from the receptionist. The camera zooms in on the sign-in sheet, particularly at the bottom, where a familiar name is written in fancy purple cursive:
Bonkhaus J. Wolfspiders
Edited by Afterwards on Jan 13th 2021 at 8:10:02 AM
Meanwhile, CATS also signs his name.
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