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 Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 1:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 28, 2006 5:41 pm
The lights died down a little inside the arena, and there was a crackling heard everywhere that was distinctly recognizable as the loudspeaker being turned on, but nothing immediately coming through it...
- Then -
Kareoke.
Out from the doors where contestant #2 was supposed to appear from, an outlandishly dressed young man dashed towards the center of the arena; before skidding to a stop, spinning twice, thrusting his fist into the air with a microphone clenched tightly in it, and began to sing Hotel California.
It didn't seem as if he had any intention of turning this arena into a bloodbath, that was for certain, despite that he was toting along with him a sheathed sword that was tied tightly in its place in the sheath with a long strip of cloth wrapped about the hilt and crossbar.
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