Nerves were setting in. Thunder was rolling in (at least I hope it is otherwise this dramatic and scary opening won’t work well). Lights were flickering all over. “dang electricity problems, oh well first world problems,” the writer thought to himself. The writer was sat in front of his laptop wondering why he hadn’t started writing this beforehand, and whether he was damaging his retinas from sitting so close to the screen, but most importantly why at the age of 17 did he have such bad back issues, I mean seriously I’m 17 not 70, but I digress. I mean the writer digresses.
The first crack of thunder happened, creating a large noise, he smiled as he knew the readers wouldn’t know that he was lying about the thunder unless he stupidly put it into the presentation, and yeah, what kind of moron would do something like that? The rain started to come down, and as the reader glanced out his window he thought “It’s England, at least that part might be believable.”
The writer than smirked, he had the power. Only he knew the results to the award, no-one else. “I’ll have then all wrapped round my finger, I’ll keep them second guessing themselves, I’ll make them beg me to tell them, beg me to stop, actually on second thoughts they’ll probably be begging me to stop writing this and get on with it.”
Suddenly there was a flash of lightning. FLASH. BANG. WALLOP. POW. Hang on, this isn’t a lightning flash. And it wasn’t. An angry Turboo was stood at the end of the writer’s bed.
“Hang on, you’re not the user I have dreams about,” said the writer. Turboo continued standing there at the end of the bed, looking angrier, kind of shocked and pretty scared.
“I’m only here because you’re up for your presentation, and if you haven’t written it…”
“Relax, you know I have,” the writer lied smoothly, planning on winging it like usual. Then in another flash of lightning with more flashes, bangs, wallops and pows, the writer appeared on stage in front of dozens of Mario Wiki users. He launched straight into his first joke, the audience stared back at him, expressionless, the tumbleweed on the side placed its face in its hands, the crickets shook their heads in full disapproval before starting to make their way towards the birds.
“Alright, I’ll get on with the results,” the audience burst into applause. “Sure, you liked that.” The audience settled back down. “Okay, so in third place with 5 votes, is New Super Mario,” the audience went wild again. “This is ridiculous, the way they act you’d think they came here for some ceremony,” sighed the writer. “In second place with 6 votes is Palkia47,” again the applause came loud and hard, the writer was very displeased with this, especially since he is technically presenting something so he should be referring to himself as the speaker or the presenter. “And in first place, with 10 votes, is Yoshi876.” The audience went hysterical, the writer looked at the card, he couldn’t believe he’d won. In his mind he knew he had to accept this reward graciously. “In your faces, I win and you don’t, losers!!!!” The audience went blank. “I mean thank you for this award, it means a lot.” The writer bowed and walked off the stage, unfortunately though it was off the front and not the side. SPLAT.
S6 - Favorite New Writer
1. Yoshi876 - 10
2. Palkia47 - 6
3. New Super Mario - 5
4. Driftmaster130 - 0
4. KP - 0
4. Lord Bowser - 0
4. Yoshi Toad04 - 0
Anton is up next with S2, Favorite Team!