Standard AN: I do not own WIR. I merely play in it.
Felix stood gazing at the medal he had just hung on the wall. To him, it did not seem any shinier or more magnificent than the others that hung alongside it. Perhaps it was just the day that made him feel as though something was different. It was the Game's 30th anniversary after all. It seemed as though that medal should shout " Look at me! I am special!" Yet it did not.
The smile he wore slipped off of his face. 30 years was a very, very long time. Felix had been fixing the damage that Ralph did to the building for a very, very long time. Unccountable numbers of medals he had won for the endevour. He had actually stopped counting after an even thousand. Thankfully his wall only held about twenty. Where they disappeared to, he had no idea.
After all these years repairing Ralph's wreckage, Felix knew this building intimately. He also knew every single inhabitant of Niceland by their entire name. For 30 years, he had watched them form couples, some of which stayed together and some of which, well, did not. The Nicelander couples that fell apart changed partners and moved on. He watched them sometimes and allowed himself to dream. Walking in the park or strolling along the Avenue after the " All Clear " had been called for the night, it was nights like those that he wished he wasn't such a single player. Nights like tonight, when those happy couples would hit the dance floor and later head home to...well frankly that was none of his beeswax. Maybe someday he would find a partner..maybe someday he would find... what was it Mr Litwak's Nana always said Mr Litwak should find..ohh yes!
DING DONG..The doorbell broke Felix out of his thoughts. Just as Felix returned the smile to his face, the door flew open and all the Nicelanders poured in carrying party supplies and lots of pies. In the last few seconds before the party chaos filled his head, he hoped that someday he would find a dynamite gal of his own.