New Note: Hey guys. I'm just here to say that I've taken it upon myself to organize my fics and decided my historical paper on the United Arab Emerites can be in one place. I'm too damn lazy to edit my notes so I'm just going to leave them as is. I've made some minor tweeks to some places that are weird, but all the fics are otherwise unchanged
Just a short little oneshot that's been bouncing around in my brain for the past few weeks. I figured, why not publish. If it'll bring a smile to the faces of a few people, then it's worth it.
Disclaimer: While this was inspired by actual events, I don't own Xiaolin Showdown.
It was at times like these when he began to seriously consider taking a few mental health days. As if keeping straight A's at school and planning to take over the world wasn't stressful enough. Now he'd gotten himself into really deep shit. All because he had one stupid idea.
At the time, it was brilliant. Attempt some of that "power of friendship" stuff that the Xiaolin Losers were always ranting about. Of course, due to numerous backstabbing and other various nefarious acts that came with the villain territory, the Heylins didn't exactly have that buddy-buddy relationship. Sure, they could work together, but Jack figured that a little extra bit of closeness couldn't hurt. Maybe get the whole teamwork edge.
That was where he got the idea for Game Night. Every other week a bunch of them would get together and play board games. So far, it hadn't been going well.
After a quick pit stop in the kitchen for a ginger ale, he walked up to the living room. He flipped the lid on the old wooden trunk his family used to store games and bright happy colors looked back up at him while he considered which to bring today.
Definitely not Candy Land. He'd brought that once and been ridiculed for it. Mercilessly ridiculed as only fifteen hundred year old evildoers, sadistic robots, a wannabe ninja, a Russian, and a crazy cat lady could.
Scrabble was out too. Tubbimura was the spelling police. Vlad kept pointing out the anatomical inaccuracies in Operation in disgusting detail, so that wasn't coming with him. Maybe Chinese Checkers...no. The immortals insisted that they play by fifteen-hundred year old rules, which included bamboo splinters under the nails for the losers. Certainly not Twister, only Vlad and Katnappe would be happy to repeat that after the last time.
Nobody got the point of Sorry and only Katnappe understood the point of Mousetrap, so those weren't it. Robo-Jack and Chameleon-bot cheated at cards, leaving everybody hating him for installing X-ray vision. Wuya was a little too good at Clue for her own good, only he liked Ticket to Ride, and Chase always -always- won Risk. It didn't matter if the man had been holed up in frickin' Australia for the entire game, he would find a way to win.
He took a sip of his ginger ale and set the rejected games aside. There were three games remaining in the box. Apples to Apples, Dirty Minds, and Monopoly. Nobody in this group could win Dirty Minds if their life depended on it. Apples to Apples would get dirty fast. Very fast. So that was another no go. He smiled as he pulled the dusty Monopoly box out of the chest and replaced the other games.
He fondly remembered playing Monopoly with his grandmother years ago -he was always the dog. This could be the game that saved his idea. Nobody could possibly be mad while playing Monopoly.
Poor Jack. Poor, poor Jack. The boy has no idea what he's getting himself into...so, let me know what you think about this. Good, bad, indifferent? I simply must know. There will be cake for the reviewers! And because I am a shameless self-promoter, there's still a month to enter my Crack contest! :)