Happy Life
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In summary:
- Arandor, a chaotically evil cyclops who went completely overboard, and for whom they created a separate category so he could win, but still ended up sharing the crown, acting like a floodmaster, constantly monitoring the resource;
- Wolf, who was sad because he didn't receive a single vote throughout the contest, except for the vote from his own clone, for which he will eventually be banned;
- Loki, heartbroken and plotting revenge, who received votes as a mean and low form of mockery;
- Vervokla, who probably has no idea that she received an award in some flooding thread;
- Neyri, who took over the contest and added a hundred and one "Japanese" emoticons, the concentration of which thankfully decreased sharply towards the end;
- Cool-faced Cat, eating pastries and contentedly purring with two chocolate medals, which he rightfully snatched away from the imperfect flood peasants with a significant lead;
And the only one of noble blood, who received his honorary award in the most official and authentic way, without any objections from the public, exactly as it should be, in a tuxedo and with a feast – Hostor.
We had a good time.
Some things never change, but the Flood Oscar is getting more and more vicious.
- Arandor, a chaotically evil cyclops who went completely overboard, and for whom they created a separate category so he could win, but still ended up sharing the crown, acting like a floodmaster, constantly monitoring the resource;
- Wolf, who was sad because he didn't receive a single vote throughout the contest, except for the vote from his own clone, for which he will eventually be banned;
- Loki, heartbroken and plotting revenge, who received votes as a mean and low form of mockery;
- Vervokla, who probably has no idea that she received an award in some flooding thread;
- Neyri, who took over the contest and added a hundred and one "Japanese" emoticons, the concentration of which thankfully decreased sharply towards the end;
- Cool-faced Cat, eating pastries and contentedly purring with two chocolate medals, which he rightfully snatched away from the imperfect flood peasants with a significant lead;
And the only one of noble blood, who received his honorary award in the most official and authentic way, without any objections from the public, exactly as it should be, in a tuxedo and with a feast – Hostor.
We had a good time.
Some things never change, but the Flood Oscar is getting more and more vicious.
My sword, my trusted ally, unphased by my aspect.
