Ahahahaha!
[Midboss' obnoxious laugh could be heard ringing out across Attleton as he opened up a video feed. He was using his flight charm to hover over the Colosseum, next to a large something stood at the head of the battlefield. Whatever it was, it was covered by a canvas sheet.]
People of Attleton and the five cities, I, The Dark Adonis Vyers, must thank you all for once again accepting moi as your City Guardian! I will endeavour to protect everyone from any threats that arise in our cities, just as I have in the past. With a demon of my power guarding this fine city, you truly have nothing to fear. If anyone has any questions for me, please, feel free to ask.
In honour of my continued leadership, and a thank you to all those who have assisted in helping Attleton in times of need, I will be hosting a Grand Tournament, here, at the Attleton Arena, on the last Monday and Tuesday of the year. It will be a truly wonderful two days of food, fighting, and fireworks come nightfall -- a chance to prove your strength in battle, to show the rest of Genessia your skills, and for those who do not wish to complete, the opportunity to watch the finest in the five cities duel it out! Finally, the winner of the tournament will receive not only prize money, but the honour of personally facing moi in a truly glorious grand finale! A wonderful idea, n'est-ce pas?
[He beamed to the camera at the thought, before he reached over to grab hold of the canvas cover.]
Last, but not least! A gift, for the whole of Attleton! I felt that such an impressive site of battle such as this, appealing though it was, needed a touch of class-- non, a touch of elegance. After all, there is no reason a battleground cannot be beautiful.
Thus, I felt a change was sorely needed. A change I will present to all of you now!
[With that, Midboss whipped off the sheet, revealing a 20 meter tall stone statue of himself, posing pretentiously over the arena - sword in hand (instead of the microphone), and a banner with the word 'Beauty' worn across his chest.Never mind the fact he didn't have wings anymore, shh.]
Viola! I imagine you are all stunned into silence by this fine work of art, so for now I will bid you all an aidou! Merci Beaucoup, Attleton!
[Midboss' obnoxious laugh could be heard ringing out across Attleton as he opened up a video feed. He was using his flight charm to hover over the Colosseum, next to a large something stood at the head of the battlefield. Whatever it was, it was covered by a canvas sheet.]
People of Attleton and the five cities, I, The Dark Adonis Vyers, must thank you all for once again accepting moi as your City Guardian! I will endeavour to protect everyone from any threats that arise in our cities, just as I have in the past. With a demon of my power guarding this fine city, you truly have nothing to fear. If anyone has any questions for me, please, feel free to ask.
In honour of my continued leadership, and a thank you to all those who have assisted in helping Attleton in times of need, I will be hosting a Grand Tournament, here, at the Attleton Arena, on the last Monday and Tuesday of the year. It will be a truly wonderful two days of food, fighting, and fireworks come nightfall -- a chance to prove your strength in battle, to show the rest of Genessia your skills, and for those who do not wish to complete, the opportunity to watch the finest in the five cities duel it out! Finally, the winner of the tournament will receive not only prize money, but the honour of personally facing moi in a truly glorious grand finale! A wonderful idea, n'est-ce pas?
[He beamed to the camera at the thought, before he reached over to grab hold of the canvas cover.]
Last, but not least! A gift, for the whole of Attleton! I felt that such an impressive site of battle such as this, appealing though it was, needed a touch of class-- non, a touch of elegance. After all, there is no reason a battleground cannot be beautiful.
Thus, I felt a change was sorely needed. A change I will present to all of you now!
[With that, Midboss whipped off the sheet, revealing a 20 meter tall stone statue of himself, posing pretentiously over the arena - sword in hand (instead of the microphone), and a banner with the word 'Beauty' worn across his chest.
Viola! I imagine you are all stunned into silence by this fine work of art, so for now I will bid you all an aidou! Merci Beaucoup, Attleton!
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