LISTEN UP HOMIES IM STARTING THIS LATEISH AT NIGHT SO IDK HOW THIS IS GONNA TURN OUT EVEN THO I STILL HAVE LIKE A FDAY TO DO IT
THIS IS FOR @Radishologist 'S COMP
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IGHT LISTEN UP MOTHER YUCKERS IM STARTING THIS WHEN ITS LATE AND IM TIRED AND I GOTTA DO THIS EVEN THO WE STILL AHVE A DAY BUT IM GONNA PROBABLY PROCRASTINATE IF I DONT STRT THIS NOW SO HERE WE GO
This story tells the time Rebel fake betrayed/blackmailed Tood and temporarily became host of the fifth Kik Comp.
FUN FACT: The speaking parts of Tood and Rebel during their exposing ordeal are almost the exact same as the real version on Kik. So yeah, I did my homework."
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*As the story fades out of blackness, you see a hill of grass. Then, the camera zooms up to reveal a small kingdom completed with a castle that looks suspiciously like a particular vegetable*
Many moons ago, there lived a kingdom blessed with the name Radish. A lovely place, despite the name. You see, the ruler of Radish was not very creative, though he tried his best. In fact, this story will start in the middle of one of his more innovative ideas.
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Wait, hang on. They don't know what woosh means.
When you see a WOOSH, that means a scene change is happening.
Okay, now they know.
Proceed.
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*The setting switches to a battle arena. The entire place is an underground dome with a dirt floor that has obstacles and scenery from a small lake to trenches to even a make-shift barn. People are in the arena stabbing and killing each other with determined expressions. In a little alcove, there is a viewing box. And inside the viewing box are two people. Two very different people...*
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"Fight, my soldiers!" The man in the comfortable chair laughs as he watches the show. "Fight!" He finishes the slice of cheese pizza, and wipes the crumbs on his expensive silky green shirt.
"I still don't see why they have to kill each other, Tood." The girl behind him makes a face. She clutches a stack of parchment tightly. "I also don't see how you get that food."
"The food is from our dark arts friend, Karim," 'Tood' replies, "and it's not technically killing if they come back to life."
"Still, there aren't more mild challenges they can attempt? Maybe something more creative than the same ideas over and over?"
