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Today, in the "Golden Persimmon" hall, the winner of the honorary "Creative" nomination will be announced. Everyone is eagerly awaiting the results. Meanwhile, the venerable Wesker decided to host a banquet in honor of the contest and the upcoming year 2010 (although he deeply didn't give a damn about this event)
Everyone was here—participants, jury members, celebrities, and simply curious visitors who, naturally, paid quite a bit for entry. For that matter, Wesker kept order himself, as usual not forgetting to bring his favorite pistol, which is why Werevolka couldn't take her eyes off the host.
The guests had fun, ate good food, drank expensive drinks, and simply rejoiced that the organizer had invited them.
Vegtam, Major Whirlwind, and Siverfale stepped slightly away from the other guests to discuss some of their own issues, while Imaris, the Moon Wolf, ran up to them and began saying something unintelligibly.
Vegtam: Wolke, what's wrong with you?
Imaris, the Moon Wolf: $@#$^!!!
Siverfale: He "tried" to destroy the world again... Or maybe just someone he was explaining things to—those damn people—turned out not to be as patient as we are.
Wolke lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
A little more than thirty seconds passed.
Major Whirlwind: Guys, don't you think we need to give him medical assistance?
Siverfale: Hm, maybe we do.
Vegtam: You think?
Major Whirlwind: Guys!
Vegtam, Siverfale: alright, alright.
Vegtam: Let's take him to the infirmary.
Meanwhile, the banquet was in full swing.
The female half of the jury gathered into one small company to discuss their own feminine issues.
Wedma: girls, what do you think...
<it continued>
<and a little bit>
Wedma: yes, I think you're right.
Werevolka: Neyra, you seem agitated. May I ask what the reason is?
Neyra Drake: It's simple. Alex Ghost will be here soon; he said he prepared a "surprise" for me. How I hate him! ><
Drakkoshka: Just calm down, look, he's already arriving.
Alex Ghost and Brackman arrived in a UAZ, accompanied by Russian tanks, armored personnel carriers, and other scrap metal. Noticing Neyra, a daring, gloating smile appeared on Alex's face.
Neyra Drake: You... you'll see...
- Hey, guys! - Wesker clapped his hands, and pointing to Alex's equipment added - Get this junk out of here, it's spoiling the view.
Alex Ghost: What... how???
Neyra Drake: A-ha-ha-ha! Bummer!? That's what you get!
Alex Ghost: But...
Major Whirlwind: Okay, guys, put him on this table, carefully.
At that moment Siver let go of Wolke, after which he hit his head on the floor.
Major Whirlwind: What are you doing?
Siverfale: What am I doing? I'm tired of carrying this carcass. And besides, if something like this happened to one of us, he wouldn't help anyone. He'd just walk past and that's it.
Vegtam: You don't want to be like him, right?
Siverfale: Well alright, fine.
Vegtam and Siver took Wolke again.
Major Whirlwind: Guys, put him on this table, carefully.
Siver let go of Wolke again, and he hit his head on the floor again.
Major Whirlwind & Vegtam (in chorus): Siver, that's the fifth time already!
Siverfale: I don't know anything, it was an accident.
Arandor, Kash, WhiteLizard, Amko, Magnus, Hostor, and Tieru also gathered in a group like the girls and discussed something.
Amko: White Lizard, congratulations on winning this nomination.
Kash: Don't get ahead of yourself. Nothing is clear yet.
Amko: Everything is already clear, the forum's "Creative" is White Lizard!
Arandor: I don't like the word "Creative," it's associated with showing off for me.
Magnus: You're a walking show-off yourself.
Thwack! Thwack! Magnus received a strong slap from Arandor.
Magnus: Ow! Idiot, what are you doing?!
Tieru: Why did you hit him?
Arandor: Because$%@# because.
Hostor: Arandor, just relax. He was just teasing you in a friendly way.
Arandor: And the last time, and before that?
And nearby some blond guy was arguing with the security.
: Just let me in already.
One of the guards: No dude, where's your invitation?
: What invitation? I'm on the jury! Let me in or it'll be worse. *The guy was angry about something; you could tell that he is usually calmer*
One of the guards: No. You shall not pass.
: !!!adinadin
Wesker joined the conversation.
- What's the matter, guys?
One of the guards: some arrogant guy is trying to get in here.
Wesker was joyfully surprised and was suppressing laughter.
- WisTrit?! :D
WisTrit: Yes...
- You actually made it to civilization? :D
WisTrit: Anyway, let me in.
- Guys, let him through.
The same guard: But you said not to let anyone in without invitations?
- Did you mishear me? LET-HIM-IN.
Guard: But you said...
Wesker pulled out the previously mentioned Samurai Edge and lightning-fast made a neat little hole in the brute's head.
- Come on in WisTrit, glad you came.
Siverfale: Phew, guys, we finally laid him down.
Vegtam & Major Whirlwind: Finally?!
Siverfale: Oh come on. Let's better see what's wrong with him.
After long "manipulations" with Wolke's body, Siverfale, Major Whirlwind, and Vegtam stopped in horror.
Vegtam: Guys...
Major Whirlwind: Siver, run for Wesker immediately!!!
Siver ran out of the infirmary.
Major Whirlwind: I can't look at this...
And Wesker, meanwhile, went up to one of the balconies and stood alone. The view was simply wonderful; he himself was very joyful, practically radiating rays of kindness and moral satisfaction.
Siver was a bit lost searching for Wesker in such a crowd!
*What should I do? Where do I look for him?*
Kash: Hey, Siver, where did you disappear to? You, Veg, and Vih are nowhere to be found, and we've been waiting for you!
Siver: *thank God*. Kash! Have you seen Wesker?
Kash: No, you need to ask Arandor, he seems to know where he is.
Siver: You know where he is? [Kash nodded affirmatively] Lead me to him.
<after a couple of minutes>
Siver: Hey, Arandor!
Arandor: Yes?
Kash: Do you know where Wesker is?
Arandor: Heh, guys, have you even looked around.
Siver: Do you know or not?
He pointed to one of the balconies.
Siverfale immediately ran to find a way to that balcony.
After a couple of minutes Siverfale was already a few meters behind Wesker's back.
Siver: Meg! Revan! Wesker!
[no answer came]
Siver: We have a very serious problem here! You must come with me!
[there was no answer]
Siver walked around the man to stand face to face.
Siver: Are you even listening to me?
Wesker took out headphones from his ears and said:
- Huh?
Siver: Dammit, and here I am pouring my heart out... And why are you so happy? By the way, let me hear what's playing there - Siver put on a headphone, then commented - Ah, well then it's clear why. So... What was I saying? Oh right, you must come with me to the infirmary immediately!
- What? Why? Did someone get hurt?
Siver: Something like that.
And the banquet continues!
By this moment, WisTrit had already joined his "friends".
Arandor: Wissi, where have you been all this time? Studying wild nature? h)))
WisTrit: Something like that. Learning how to fry crabs.
Arandor: = How did Brack get here before you?
WisTrit: Alex picked him up in a helicopter.
Arandor: Hehehe
WhiteLizard: And where are Lelya, Rapper and the others? And how did you find the way?
WisTrit: *Hm...*
THWACK!
A little more than two dozen guests pulled out guns.
One of them: Everyone stay still! On your knees! Hands behind your heads!
Everyone complied in unison. Except WisTrit.
Kash: WisTrit, what are you doing??
After these words, Kash received a strong blow from the blunt side of a dagger.
Everyone was shocked by who delivered the blow... It was WisTrit!
Drakkoshka: WisTrit??! Revanka, what were you smoking???
WisTrit: Okay, hey you two, take this talkative one, and these three [pointed to Neyra, Wedma, and Werevolka].
They began to carry out the order in unison.
Alex, who had been moping over the loss of his transport until now, decided at this moment to play the hero—he jumped up and with the words "traitor to the motherland!!!" attacked WisTrit. For which he received a bullet in the shoulder and a dagger in the leg. Fortunately, he remained alive.
WhiteLizard: WisTrit, how could you??
WisTrit: Shut up, Lizard. I need to gain xp in PVP.
In the infirmary.
Major Whirlwind: Oh, Revan, it's good that you came!
Wesker: What's the matter, guys?
Vegtam: see for yourself...
Wesker cast his gaze where Vegtam's finger was pointing.
Wesker: My God... who did this?? Who could act so cruelly? Who could smash this to splinters?
Major Whirlwind: A licensed version of Resident Evil 5... This is terrible.
After a minute of silence, Wesker said:
- Alright, we'll survive. And Wolke, by all appearances, just overdosed on some pills. He'll be back to normal soon. But what happened to his head?
Siver looked away.
Vegtam: Well...
Major Whirlwind: It doesn't matter! I think we need to find the culprit of this terrible crime!
BOOM!!!
- What the heck?
The guys ran outside and discovered that the entire building was collapsing, and a black jeep and several BMWs were speeding away from it. Guests hurried to leave the building; many managed to leave in time, while some... were buried alive.
Wesker: WHAT THE HELL??!
Lizard and Arandor ran up to the guys.
Siver: Dudes, what's happening??
Lizard and Arandor: WisTrit!
Vegtam: WisTrit?
WhiteLizard: WisTrit took the female half of the jury hostage, killed many guests, wounded Alex, and blew up the building!
Wesker, Major Whirlwind, Siver and Vegtam: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
Lizard: It doesn't matter! We must catch that jeep!
Major Whirlwind: He's right! Wesker, you said your little yellow Hummer was parked around here. Is that true?
Wesker: Yessss... Just around that corner.
Siver: Are you okay?
Wesker: Quite. Someone is specifically going to get their ass kicked.
Wesker didn't lie; there really was a yellow Hummer standing there. Wesker got behind the wheel, and all three followed him in.
Vegtam: Let's go!
Lizard: Wait! Arandor and I want to go too!
Siver: Lizard, no! It's very dangerous!
Arandor: So what! They took our friends hostage!
Major Whirlwind: He's right, it is dangerous. Wesker, let's go.
Sighing, he started the car and hit the gas. The car moved.
Lizard: Gah!!!
Arandor: We won't just sit idly by! Look, a motorcycle! I'll drive, climb on back!
Lizard: Okay! Faster, we'll still catch them!
And meanwhile...
- WisTrit! Why are you doing this? - Wedma said.
WisTrit: I am only doing my job. Nothing personal.
Neyra: Nothing personal??? We loved you! You were our friend!
WisTrit: quiet her down.
obeyed and taped everyone's mouths, although Neyra had managed to bite him first.
Over the radio: Hey, boss.
WisTrit: What is it?
Over the radio: I think someone is pursuing us.
WisTrit: Then get rid of them! What's the problem?
Over the radio: uh... ok.
WisTrit: idiots.
Two BMWs closed the distance to the yellow Hummer a bit, after which the bandits inside the BMWs opened fire.
Major Whirlwind: We're hit!
Vegtam: They'll just finish us off!
Siver: Calm down! Rev, do you have any weapons here?
Wesker (it should be noted that he said this without straining and drove the car calmly): Yeah, look . I hid something.
Siver: Holy mother! Wesker!
Siver pulled out a bazooka, Vegtam armed himself with an AK-47, and Whirlwind took up a Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum.
Siver: Guys, there's only one charge here. I'll take out the first car, and you shoot at the second. Okie-Dokie?
Major Whirlwind & Vegtam: Okie-Dokie!
[here is basically a scene where the terrorists' cars explode. I think everyone has watched action movies. Like that—they are tossed up, they explode and fall to the ground in flames. Or just fall into an abyss]
WhiteLizard: Arandor, look, we caught up with WisTrit!
Arandor braked at a specially prepared helicopter.
Arandor: Lizard... uh... what now?
And our "heroes" continued the pursuit and already noticed the helicopter rising high. However, there were no longer four hostages, but six (among them Arandor and Lizard).
Vegtam: Brutal...
Major Whirlwind: Look! They're taking off!
Wesker: *dammit*
Our driver quickly got out of the car and ran toward the helicopter. Several terrorists (including WisTrit) opened fire. And Wesker skillfully dodged the bullets indeed! (Everyone knows how he can do that? :smile08: (video at the bottom of the post))
<basically a picture: terrorists are dead, everything is cool and...>
Major, Siver and Vegtam freed the hostages (1000$ for each, now in Counter-Strike 1.6 they can buy themselves a cool gun)
- And where is WisTrit? - someone thought to ask.
Vegtam: ran away!
Wesker: Your...
Siver: what's wrong, friend?
Wesker: Your mother!!! Where is my player? Where is my music? Where??
Lizard: -_-
<after a few hours>
- I am glad to inform you that the winner of the "Creative" nomination was our Lizard. Well done, friend! Besides this, the next nomination will be... The final nomination "King of Flood". I can immediately give my vote to Arandor.
Happy New Year!!!
Everyone was here—participants, jury members, celebrities, and simply curious visitors who, naturally, paid quite a bit for entry. For that matter, Wesker kept order himself, as usual not forgetting to bring his favorite pistol, which is why Werevolka couldn't take her eyes off the host.
The guests had fun, ate good food, drank expensive drinks, and simply rejoiced that the organizer had invited them.
Vegtam, Major Whirlwind, and Siverfale stepped slightly away from the other guests to discuss some of their own issues, while Imaris, the Moon Wolf, ran up to them and began saying something unintelligibly.
Vegtam: Wolke, what's wrong with you?
Imaris, the Moon Wolf: $@#$^!!!
Siverfale: He "tried" to destroy the world again... Or maybe just someone he was explaining things to—those damn people—turned out not to be as patient as we are.
Wolke lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
A little more than thirty seconds passed.
Major Whirlwind: Guys, don't you think we need to give him medical assistance?
Siverfale: Hm, maybe we do.
Vegtam: You think?
Major Whirlwind: Guys!
Vegtam, Siverfale: alright, alright.
Vegtam: Let's take him to the infirmary.
Meanwhile, the banquet was in full swing.
The female half of the jury gathered into one small company to discuss their own feminine issues.
Wedma: girls, what do you think...
<it continued>
<and a little bit>
Wedma: yes, I think you're right.
Werevolka: Neyra, you seem agitated. May I ask what the reason is?
Neyra Drake: It's simple. Alex Ghost will be here soon; he said he prepared a "surprise" for me. How I hate him! ><
Drakkoshka: Just calm down, look, he's already arriving.
Alex Ghost and Brackman arrived in a UAZ, accompanied by Russian tanks, armored personnel carriers, and other scrap metal. Noticing Neyra, a daring, gloating smile appeared on Alex's face.
Neyra Drake: You... you'll see...
- Hey, guys! - Wesker clapped his hands, and pointing to Alex's equipment added - Get this junk out of here, it's spoiling the view.
Alex Ghost: What... how???
Neyra Drake: A-ha-ha-ha! Bummer!? That's what you get!
Alex Ghost: But...
Major Whirlwind: Okay, guys, put him on this table, carefully.
At that moment Siver let go of Wolke, after which he hit his head on the floor.
Major Whirlwind: What are you doing?
Siverfale: What am I doing? I'm tired of carrying this carcass. And besides, if something like this happened to one of us, he wouldn't help anyone. He'd just walk past and that's it.
Vegtam: You don't want to be like him, right?
Siverfale: Well alright, fine.
Vegtam and Siver took Wolke again.
Major Whirlwind: Guys, put him on this table, carefully.
Siver let go of Wolke again, and he hit his head on the floor again.
Major Whirlwind & Vegtam (in chorus): Siver, that's the fifth time already!
Siverfale: I don't know anything, it was an accident.
Arandor, Kash, WhiteLizard, Amko, Magnus, Hostor, and Tieru also gathered in a group like the girls and discussed something.
Amko: White Lizard, congratulations on winning this nomination.
Kash: Don't get ahead of yourself. Nothing is clear yet.
Amko: Everything is already clear, the forum's "Creative" is White Lizard!
Arandor: I don't like the word "Creative," it's associated with showing off for me.
Magnus: You're a walking show-off yourself.
Thwack! Thwack! Magnus received a strong slap from Arandor.
Magnus: Ow! Idiot, what are you doing?!
Tieru: Why did you hit him?
Arandor: Because$%@# because.
Hostor: Arandor, just relax. He was just teasing you in a friendly way.
Arandor: And the last time, and before that?
And nearby some blond guy was arguing with the security.
: Just let me in already.
One of the guards: No dude, where's your invitation?
: What invitation? I'm on the jury! Let me in or it'll be worse. *The guy was angry about something; you could tell that he is usually calmer*
One of the guards: No. You shall not pass.
: !!!adinadin
Wesker joined the conversation.
- What's the matter, guys?
One of the guards: some arrogant guy is trying to get in here.
Wesker was joyfully surprised and was suppressing laughter.
- WisTrit?! :D
WisTrit: Yes...
- You actually made it to civilization? :D
WisTrit: Anyway, let me in.
- Guys, let him through.
The same guard: But you said not to let anyone in without invitations?
- Did you mishear me? LET-HIM-IN.
Guard: But you said...
Wesker pulled out the previously mentioned Samurai Edge and lightning-fast made a neat little hole in the brute's head.
- Come on in WisTrit, glad you came.
Siverfale: Phew, guys, we finally laid him down.
Vegtam & Major Whirlwind: Finally?!
Siverfale: Oh come on. Let's better see what's wrong with him.
After long "manipulations" with Wolke's body, Siverfale, Major Whirlwind, and Vegtam stopped in horror.
Vegtam: Guys...
Major Whirlwind: Siver, run for Wesker immediately!!!
Siver ran out of the infirmary.
Major Whirlwind: I can't look at this...
And Wesker, meanwhile, went up to one of the balconies and stood alone. The view was simply wonderful; he himself was very joyful, practically radiating rays of kindness and moral satisfaction.
Siver was a bit lost searching for Wesker in such a crowd!
*What should I do? Where do I look for him?*
Kash: Hey, Siver, where did you disappear to? You, Veg, and Vih are nowhere to be found, and we've been waiting for you!
Siver: *thank God*. Kash! Have you seen Wesker?
Kash: No, you need to ask Arandor, he seems to know where he is.
Siver: You know where he is? [Kash nodded affirmatively] Lead me to him.
<after a couple of minutes>
Siver: Hey, Arandor!
Arandor: Yes?
Kash: Do you know where Wesker is?
Arandor: Heh, guys, have you even looked around.
Siver: Do you know or not?
He pointed to one of the balconies.
Siverfale immediately ran to find a way to that balcony.
After a couple of minutes Siverfale was already a few meters behind Wesker's back.
Siver: Meg! Revan! Wesker!
[no answer came]
Siver: We have a very serious problem here! You must come with me!
[there was no answer]
Siver walked around the man to stand face to face.
Siver: Are you even listening to me?
Wesker took out headphones from his ears and said:
- Huh?
Siver: Dammit, and here I am pouring my heart out... And why are you so happy? By the way, let me hear what's playing there - Siver put on a headphone, then commented - Ah, well then it's clear why. So... What was I saying? Oh right, you must come with me to the infirmary immediately!
- What? Why? Did someone get hurt?
Siver: Something like that.
And the banquet continues!
By this moment, WisTrit had already joined his "friends".
Arandor: Wissi, where have you been all this time? Studying wild nature? h)))
WisTrit: Something like that. Learning how to fry crabs.
Arandor: = How did Brack get here before you?
WisTrit: Alex picked him up in a helicopter.
Arandor: Hehehe
WhiteLizard: And where are Lelya, Rapper and the others? And how did you find the way?
WisTrit: *Hm...*
THWACK!
A little more than two dozen guests pulled out guns.
One of them: Everyone stay still! On your knees! Hands behind your heads!
Everyone complied in unison. Except WisTrit.
Kash: WisTrit, what are you doing??
After these words, Kash received a strong blow from the blunt side of a dagger.
Everyone was shocked by who delivered the blow... It was WisTrit!
Drakkoshka: WisTrit??! Revanka, what were you smoking???
WisTrit: Okay, hey you two, take this talkative one, and these three [pointed to Neyra, Wedma, and Werevolka].
They began to carry out the order in unison.
Alex, who had been moping over the loss of his transport until now, decided at this moment to play the hero—he jumped up and with the words "traitor to the motherland!!!" attacked WisTrit. For which he received a bullet in the shoulder and a dagger in the leg. Fortunately, he remained alive.
WhiteLizard: WisTrit, how could you??
WisTrit: Shut up, Lizard. I need to gain xp in PVP.
In the infirmary.
Major Whirlwind: Oh, Revan, it's good that you came!
Wesker: What's the matter, guys?
Vegtam: see for yourself...
Wesker cast his gaze where Vegtam's finger was pointing.
Wesker: My God... who did this?? Who could act so cruelly? Who could smash this to splinters?
Major Whirlwind: A licensed version of Resident Evil 5... This is terrible.
After a minute of silence, Wesker said:
- Alright, we'll survive. And Wolke, by all appearances, just overdosed on some pills. He'll be back to normal soon. But what happened to his head?
Siver looked away.
Vegtam: Well...
Major Whirlwind: It doesn't matter! I think we need to find the culprit of this terrible crime!
BOOM!!!
- What the heck?
The guys ran outside and discovered that the entire building was collapsing, and a black jeep and several BMWs were speeding away from it. Guests hurried to leave the building; many managed to leave in time, while some... were buried alive.
Wesker: WHAT THE HELL??!
Lizard and Arandor ran up to the guys.
Siver: Dudes, what's happening??
Lizard and Arandor: WisTrit!
Vegtam: WisTrit?
WhiteLizard: WisTrit took the female half of the jury hostage, killed many guests, wounded Alex, and blew up the building!
Wesker, Major Whirlwind, Siver and Vegtam: WHAT? WHAT? WHAT?
Lizard: It doesn't matter! We must catch that jeep!
Major Whirlwind: He's right! Wesker, you said your little yellow Hummer was parked around here. Is that true?
Wesker: Yessss... Just around that corner.
Siver: Are you okay?
Wesker: Quite. Someone is specifically going to get their ass kicked.
Wesker didn't lie; there really was a yellow Hummer standing there. Wesker got behind the wheel, and all three followed him in.
Vegtam: Let's go!
Lizard: Wait! Arandor and I want to go too!
Siver: Lizard, no! It's very dangerous!
Arandor: So what! They took our friends hostage!
Major Whirlwind: He's right, it is dangerous. Wesker, let's go.
Sighing, he started the car and hit the gas. The car moved.
Lizard: Gah!!!
Arandor: We won't just sit idly by! Look, a motorcycle! I'll drive, climb on back!
Lizard: Okay! Faster, we'll still catch them!
And meanwhile...
- WisTrit! Why are you doing this? - Wedma said.
WisTrit: I am only doing my job. Nothing personal.
Neyra: Nothing personal??? We loved you! You were our friend!
WisTrit: quiet her down.
obeyed and taped everyone's mouths, although Neyra had managed to bite him first.
Over the radio: Hey, boss.
WisTrit: What is it?
Over the radio: I think someone is pursuing us.
WisTrit: Then get rid of them! What's the problem?
Over the radio: uh... ok.
WisTrit: idiots.
Two BMWs closed the distance to the yellow Hummer a bit, after which the bandits inside the BMWs opened fire.
Major Whirlwind: We're hit!
Vegtam: They'll just finish us off!
Siver: Calm down! Rev, do you have any weapons here?
Wesker (it should be noted that he said this without straining and drove the car calmly): Yeah, look . I hid something.
Siver: Holy mother! Wesker!
Siver pulled out a bazooka, Vegtam armed himself with an AK-47, and Whirlwind took up a Smith & Wesson 500 Magnum.
Siver: Guys, there's only one charge here. I'll take out the first car, and you shoot at the second. Okie-Dokie?
Major Whirlwind & Vegtam: Okie-Dokie!
[here is basically a scene where the terrorists' cars explode. I think everyone has watched action movies. Like that—they are tossed up, they explode and fall to the ground in flames. Or just fall into an abyss]
WhiteLizard: Arandor, look, we caught up with WisTrit!
Arandor braked at a specially prepared helicopter.
Arandor: Lizard... uh... what now?
And our "heroes" continued the pursuit and already noticed the helicopter rising high. However, there were no longer four hostages, but six (among them Arandor and Lizard).
Vegtam: Brutal...
Major Whirlwind: Look! They're taking off!
Wesker: *dammit*
Our driver quickly got out of the car and ran toward the helicopter. Several terrorists (including WisTrit) opened fire. And Wesker skillfully dodged the bullets indeed! (Everyone knows how he can do that? :smile08: (video at the bottom of the post))
<basically a picture: terrorists are dead, everything is cool and...>
Major, Siver and Vegtam freed the hostages (1000$ for each, now in Counter-Strike 1.6 they can buy themselves a cool gun)
- And where is WisTrit? - someone thought to ask.
Vegtam: ran away!
Wesker: Your...
Siver: what's wrong, friend?
Wesker: Your mother!!! Where is my player? Where is my music? Where??
Lizard: -_-
<after a few hours>
- I am glad to inform you that the winner of the "Creative" nomination was our Lizard. Well done, friend! Besides this, the next nomination will be... The final nomination "King of Flood". I can immediately give my vote to Arandor.
Happy New Year!!!