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smash_logs2016-01-06 02:43 pm
mansionstaff) wrote in smash_logs2016-01-06 02:43 pm
Entry tags:
- !open log,
- bowser (mario),
- cyrus (pokemon),
- eggman/robotnik (sonic the hedgehog),
- flurrie (mario),
- jolt/jolteon (pokemon),
- knuckles (sonic the hedgehog),
- melia antiqua (xenoblade),
- mesprit (pokemon),
- skull kid (zelda),
- sonic (sonic the hedgehog),
- sonny moe/snorlax (pokemon),
- vianca/winged pikmin (pikmin),
- wave (sonic the hedgehog)
[open log] Kiss Kiss Punch the Moon
Who: Everybody smoochin or punchin.
What: wedding festivities and the apocolypse. Wow!
When: January 5-8th
Where: the Clocktower. The moon? The doors!!
Rating: P for Pow
They had to do it now, that's what they had said. Now, in front of everyone, here at the clocktower. The stage was set for a blast of a time, as gorgeous as it could be at the last minute. The festivities were bound to be a fantastic time, even with looming orange moon filling half the sky.
At least, it was a nice time before the nightmare of a face began to open its mouth in silent congratulations for the happy couple. (Or maybe that was a silent scream.)
It was a nice time before the masks rocketed out of their confines, smashing glass and walls and anything in their way. The door was made for them, and that was where they'd stay, nice and cozy as the apocalypse seemed to open above them.
The clock tower rang the time. As the echoes of the chimes rang out through the air, the clock above door began to move. It was counting down, and with it, the door slowly opened.
Three days.
What to do, Smash Academy?
What: wedding festivities and the apocolypse. Wow!
When: January 5-8th
Where: the Clocktower. The moon? The doors!!
Rating: P for Pow
They had to do it now, that's what they had said. Now, in front of everyone, here at the clocktower. The stage was set for a blast of a time, as gorgeous as it could be at the last minute. The festivities were bound to be a fantastic time, even with looming orange moon filling half the sky.
At least, it was a nice time before the nightmare of a face began to open its mouth in silent congratulations for the happy couple. (Or maybe that was a silent scream.)
It was a nice time before the masks rocketed out of their confines, smashing glass and walls and anything in their way. The door was made for them, and that was where they'd stay, nice and cozy as the apocalypse seemed to open above them.
The clock tower rang the time. As the echoes of the chimes rang out through the air, the clock above door began to move. It was counting down, and with it, the door slowly opened.
Three days.
What to do, Smash Academy?
Re: THE CEREMONY
As Flurrie arrived at the altar, and Eggman took her hand, something became quickly apparent."
"...Where's the officiant?" he asked.
Re: THE CEREMONY
Wrong. Because a building fell on that guy.
So instead, you get something Entirely Different.
The music started to play and suddenly there were fireworks and a rain of oranges fell from the top of the clock tower like giant, orange hail.
"HERE YE, HEAR YE! COURT IS NOW IN SESSION, THE HONORABLE JUDGE CRAZY HAND PRESIDING!"
No-one had seen either of the Hands for Weeks. Months, in fact. The Clock Tower, where they lived, had been barren and empty to all who had approached it since this crises had begun. But, such was the POWER, the unadulterated STRENGTH of Eggman and Flurrie's love, that Crazy Hand, Master of Ceremonies, had been summoned from whatever Orange Juice Soaked Void he had been infesting prior to now.
"We are here today to join this megalomaniacal wannabe world conqueror and this Lifetime Channel daytime movie actress made of sentient gas in an unholy union. The institution of
is not one to be entered into lightly. But hell, the world's about to end so really, we don't have much to lose, right? Besides, when the Moon hits your eye like a big Pizza pie? That's Amore. Also far more pleasant than the actual moon hitting you in your actual eye, which is probably going to happen soon. But instead of your eye, it's going to be your All Of You. And GREAT. Now I'm hungry for Pizza. Thanks, Amore."
His ostentatious hat tilted to the side.
"FRODO! GIVE THEM THE RINGS!"
Sonic. There's your cue.