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fandomhigh2019-05-10 05:13 am
died8yearsago) wrote in fandomhigh2019-05-10 05:13 am
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Fandom Gladiators; First Period [05/10].
Well, Rosa had finally given in. She was having a class held in the Danger Shop, finally, though she spent a good portion of the time glaring at it, waiting for it to malfunction or stop working right or just generally be frustrating, because she had a bit of a tentative relationship with technology. The thing was suspiciously easy to use, really, and Rosa didn't trust it one bit.
....she didn't not trust it enough to prevent her from using it to make kids whale on each other, of course, but you know how it is. Either way, it was important that this whole thing be set up in a completely ridiculous stadium, after all. Today, the center area was set up with a row of round, raised platforms to one side, much higher platforms all the way on the other side, and ropes hanging down from them.
Rosa waited until it looked like everyone was there before getting started. "I'm pretty sure most of you don't get the reference and have no idea what you're about to get into," she started, "but welcome to Fandom Gladiators. This will be a competition class where I'm basically just pitting you against each other in a series of ridiculous and over-the-top activities for no other real purpose than that it's hilarious. I guess you could argue that it might help better your atheletic prowess, your skill, your stamina, but that arguement would be dumb.
"First things first," she gestured toward a collection of helmets, knee pads, and elbow pads. "Suit up. Yeah, I know it's the Danger Shop so no one gets hurt, but it's a traditional uniform for this kind of thing." Which was kind of true? "And if you were an idiot and didn't wear clothes that you can move easily in today, don't worry. We've got some great patriotic uniforms you can borrow."
She expected everyone in the class would dress appropriately from here on in.
"I know it's the first week, which usually means introductions, but here's the thing: I don't care who you are. Especially not in the class, because as soon as you enter this arena, you're going to be someone else. Before we get started, you have to pick your gladiator name. Something cool and intimidating, like Hawk or Nitro or Storm. Bonus points if you put together a backstory or gimmick, but choose wisely, because one you pick your gladiator name, you're going to be stuck with it.
"And once we're done with that, the real fun begins, though this week, I'm going easy on you. We're doing the Human Cannonball. Which is not as cool as it sounds, there are no cannons involved. But you will get to fly at each other and try to knock each other down, so...there's that."
[[ ocdon the way is up! Go forth in battle!! ]]
....she didn't not trust it enough to prevent her from using it to make kids whale on each other, of course, but you know how it is. Either way, it was important that this whole thing be set up in a completely ridiculous stadium, after all. Today, the center area was set up with a row of round, raised platforms to one side, much higher platforms all the way on the other side, and ropes hanging down from them.
Rosa waited until it looked like everyone was there before getting started. "I'm pretty sure most of you don't get the reference and have no idea what you're about to get into," she started, "but welcome to Fandom Gladiators. This will be a competition class where I'm basically just pitting you against each other in a series of ridiculous and over-the-top activities for no other real purpose than that it's hilarious. I guess you could argue that it might help better your atheletic prowess, your skill, your stamina, but that arguement would be dumb.
"First things first," she gestured toward a collection of helmets, knee pads, and elbow pads. "Suit up. Yeah, I know it's the Danger Shop so no one gets hurt, but it's a traditional uniform for this kind of thing." Which was kind of true? "And if you were an idiot and didn't wear clothes that you can move easily in today, don't worry. We've got some great patriotic uniforms you can borrow."
She expected everyone in the class would dress appropriately from here on in.
"I know it's the first week, which usually means introductions, but here's the thing: I don't care who you are. Especially not in the class, because as soon as you enter this arena, you're going to be someone else. Before we get started, you have to pick your gladiator name. Something cool and intimidating, like Hawk or Nitro or Storm. Bonus points if you put together a backstory or gimmick, but choose wisely, because one you pick your gladiator name, you're going to be stuck with it.
"And once we're done with that, the real fun begins, though this week, I'm going easy on you. We're doing the Human Cannonball. Which is not as cool as it sounds, there are no cannons involved. But you will get to fly at each other and try to knock each other down, so...there's that."
[[ ocd
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