Initially, I had three candidates in mind, and I would have liked to give my vote to each of them: Koteyka, Azi, and Morny. It was clear that I wouldn't vote for Morny (although, that would have been an interesting story if he had won, haha). I was left to choose between Kotofey and Nebka. But, since Koteyka had already won in two categories, I decided to give my vote to Azirial. That's how it happened.
Koté – 1 (Ar)
Ar – 5 (Ment, Tan, Plesen, Vistrité, Azi)
Ney – 5 (Koté, Morning, Hostor, Magnus, Volke)
Azi – 3 (Medj, Vegtam, Neyra)
Against all – 2 (Lizarde, Elsie)
Neyra and
Arandor win!
Kings of the Flood. Coronation.
A terrible buzz began in the Great Flood Arena. The audience was ready to blow up the concert hall, all because the judges couldn't decide who to give the crown to. Some believed that Arandor was the most worthy of the crown, while others confidently stated that Neyra should be the queen. The jury couldn't come to a consensus, because some voted against all, and others simply remained silent, as if they weren't even there.
Finally, Neyra went on stage, and seeing what was happening, the girl became terribly angry and shouted:
-What the hell is going on here?!
The hall suddenly fell silent, the audience stared intently at Neyra, and Tengayzer spoke:
-The problem is that none of us can agree on who should be the ruler.
-Yeah – Magnus interjected sharply – you're just afraid to give the crown to a girl!
-That's right! What do we need a matriarchy for? Have you all gone crazy?! – Lizarde chimed in.
-Personally, I don't care who gets the crown – Tengayzer continued indifferently, as if Magnus and Lizarde weren't there, – moreover, in my opinion, none of those present deserve it.
-Well, what are the two contenders for the crown? – Neyra asked.
-You and… - Magnus began, but the surprised Neyra interrupted him.
-What? O_O. Me…?
-What's so strange about that? – Magnus continued, – this is our gratitude for all your efforts.
-Let's give the throne to our sister! ^_________^
-To hell with the matriarchy! Down with the old lady on stage!
-Do you want to get to know my Tommy-gun better? – Hostor got angry at Lizarde.
-I'm not afraid of anyone! And besides, power to the people!
-I've never seen your people! They'll interfere with my business!
-Your business is harmful to human health! It needs to be stopped!
-Enough arguing! – Neyra snapped – we're looking for kings, not dealing with drug addicts. And what's the problem? If the second contender isn't a girl, let him be the king. But I'll be the main one :cool:
-But sister, the second leader, he…
-What kind of queen is Neyra? – a very drunk Vasya laughed, – do you all have brains?
-Shut up! – Neyra shouted at him.
-And I won't be silent! I won't, because I think it's absurd, she'll ruin you…
-Shut up! That's it, decided! Neyra gets the crown, Vasya gets his head chopped off! Well, show me the one I'll have to share the throne with now.
Arandor stood up from his seat, went on stage, hugged and kissed Neyra on the cheek.
-Well, my queen, let's go home, to our mansion? ^__^
-What? O_o. Ehhhh!!! No one told me that they wanted to give the crown to Arandor too!!!
-But I tried… - Hos was offended.
-I demand that this idiot be executed, and the throne given exclusively to me!!
-It's impossible… - Volke added sadly, – no one will dare to encroach on the great king of the flood…
-Then I demand a divorce!!
-Calm down, my dear, we're not married yet, but that's easy to fix =*
-Leave me alone!!!
“I hate you all…” Neyra repeated to herself.
