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Troll: Lunear
I am representing: Marian


As the camera swiveled to him Lunear got on his knee and waved his flat. "For the glory of the empire! MARIAN ALL THE WAY!" He turned to the nearest troll- Milieu and planted a kiss on them, helping to wave her sign as well.

He was a bit caught up in the moment.

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Troll: Curtsi Modsat
I am representing: Daguerre

Curtsi's own cameras could never compare to the majesty of the TROLLCAM, but he had been dutifully shooting the great race anyway, now taking a sweeping shot of the grand crowds and wait, what was this. Finding he was in the frame, for once, Curtsi panicked and nearly dropped his gear, gawking at his own horrified visage before quickly ducking down.

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Troll: Milieu Aojiro
I am representing: Mercedes

It was almost done. It was going to happen. Her little fluffy body was going to smash through the competitors. Mili could see it now: Her chubby legs pounding the ground, her not-sleek fluffy figure pushing aside the other gerbils like dust bunnies, and then finally rolling through the finish line. There would be chaos, mass chaos, as the dust from their hundreds of tiny legs would cover the spectators view of the winning. Down in the pit, a troll with a camera would catch Mercedes roll across the line, take that fateful picture, and seal her fame. A beautiful win for a gorgeous gerbil!! Oh! And then after wards, her mind conjured, there would be lovely parties. They would be dressed so finely. She, Mercedes, and Owl Mom. Wait, Vremmy and Lunear were there too! Yes, yes, this was perfect. They would fashion their gerbils in the best get up and fanciest attire. Then there would be feasts an joyous music, dances and accolades. Her business would become amazing, no, perfect. Nothing would spoil this day. Nothing at all!

She would make Vremmy the best gown possible, made from gorgeous yellow and black silk. It would drape her frame perfectly so and all the trolls would be envious. She liked those sorts of gothicy lolita style. All the bows and frills. Yes, it would be to die for. Lunear seemed just as dapper. Perhaps a dove tailed coat, with some nice embroidery on the chest area. Oh she could imagine him in a pair of riding boots, pants, and a nice button down shirt topped with a top hat. Their gerbils would be dressed in tiny hats, dresses, little itty bitty shoes and heels. Even ties for the boys and gloves for the girls! No one would beat their look. Mili would dress in a modern Victorian style with her hair done perfectly in a braided psyche knot. It would be splendid.

It wouldn't even matter that she was mute! No, not at all. They would call her the gerbil whisperer, in fact. Saying she only knew how to communicate with gerbils and other lussii with telepathy. She would be regarded with suspicion, but also revered, as a powerful teal blood with mutant abilities that could bring millions of gerbil and their billions of tiny legs to their crops. She could damn them all, but no Mili would be benevolent. A kind goddess in the sea of a million harsh rulers. She would offer her subjects, YES SUBJECTS! HER SUBJECTS WOULD BE OFFERED THE BENEFIT OF EVEN BEING NEAR HER. FOR SHE WAS THE GERBIL QUEEN AND LUNEAR THE GERBIL KING AND VREMEA THE GERBIL QUEEN AND NO IT WAS ALL PLATONIC NOTHING IN THE QUADRANTS AT ALL EXCEPT MAYBE HER CLUB QUADRANT BECAUSE THAT TRULY WOULD BE THE BEST, MOST APPROPRIATE ENDING TO A STORY OF LOVE, FAMILY, AND POWER! THEY WOULD RULE THE WORLD OF ALTERNIA WITH A SOFT, PLUSHY FIST AND A DAPPER ATTIRE AND NOT A SOUL COULD STOP THEM!

She grabbed Lunear and started to shake him vigorously in excitement. Then she did the same to Vremea.

Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Didero Salons
I am representing: Hippo




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Troll: Sinter Heilig
I am representing: Theodore

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Troll: Atiqua
I am representing: Elcapn

Bling bling baby. The bettles would be falling out of the sky. Golden, hard, legit beetles. Buckets of them pooling at her feet as she and Elcapn went up to the podium to collect their trophy. And collect it they would. Grasping it firmly, she'd thrust it to the sky and with a ferocious determined affirmation-
"There can be only one!"

Then there would be an explosions and doves and really badass music as she and Elcapn would walk all smooth like from the scene.
Yeah.

"YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"


What Atiqua didn't realize in her vision was that she was yelling this outloud as well.

Fire the starting gun!
Troll: Dictys Glauci
I am representing:


The crowd was ramping up in a dramatic, excellent crescendo, and all Dictys could think about was Laureate. Ey could see its little freckled face coming up the track now, and ey pushed eir fingers onto eir seat eagerly as ey anticipated what would surely be Laureate's first-place finish: it wouldn't let em down now, would it? Dictys tensed, imagining it: the crowd's deafening roar, fading to just a dull echo as the cameras focused in on Laureate's admittedly cute little cheek freckles, and the clearly well-made goggles adorning its little face. A quick pan over the flame decals on either side of her in slow motion for maximum drama, and sonorous notes floating out of the crowd as though it were a dream. This was the sort of finish accorded a true winner: one who deserved it, through work and through pedigree.

For Dictys and Laureate had deserved this from the start, and as Laureate's body slammed against the end ribbon and snapped it - cleanly, elegantly, decisively - in two, the crowd was already beginning to sweep em up in its enthusiasm. And Laureate, too, and the chants of Laureate's name would fade almost entirely as the camera slowed and a victory march played. It'd be the sort of finish reserved for season finales, grand slam winners, conquerors: the sort of trolls who donated their names to stars, galaxies, nebulae. The sort of troll Dictys knew ey was already becoming. And Laureate had helped, a little. Of course. And Curtsi, too. And Aandes, maybe. By helping feed Laureate snacks.

Anyway, that buoyant feeling would sweep em up and linger, all the way to the podium. Even as Dictys and Laureate both were carried through the crowd, true victors, it wouldn't - couldn't - fade, and they'd float to the podium almost as though they were those winged trolls of legend, as though they were standing on the back of some great dramatic (purple and gold) airship. And Alternia would learn, for maybe the first (but not the last) time, their names. Dictys Glauci, and Laureate: future captains, future stars.

(Laureate could captain a gerbil ship. Or something. A gerbil-sized ship? Of fire? With laurels on top?)

A GERBIL HAS CROSSED THE FINISH LINE! Please stand by!

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IN SECOND PLACE IS...

MERCEDES!