A/N Sadly, I have to rewrite this whole thing. Ick. I don't really want to. But I don't want to take it down either. If anyone would willing to convert the chapters of keyboard style to regular story format for me, please say. It would really be helpful. If you want, leave a review and I'll get back to you with what I'd like done. Thanks. If I don't have to do this, I can write more for other stories.
Survivor of the Strongest Tortallan
"Welcome to Survivor of the Strongest Tortallan," says the host, aka me. "In a few moments I will be pulling names out of a hat because the stupid broadcasting company is too cheat to provide us with anything fancier for teams. The contestants are:
"Jonathan of Conte.
"Thayet of Conte.
"Alanna of Pirate's Swoop.
"George of Pirate's Swoop.
"From the Realms of the Dead, Roger of Conte.
"Cleon of Kennan.
"Keladry of Mindelan.
"Nealan of Queenscove."
"It's Neal, " he snapped, "Not Nealan, get it right."
"Sorry.
"Veralidaine Sarrasri.
"Numair Salmalin.
"from the Realms of the Dead, Emperor Ozorne Such-and-Such."
"Hey! It's--"
"Sorry, moving right along.
"Owen of Jesslaw.
"From the Realms of the Dead, Faithful.
"Cloud.
"Lord Wyldon of Cavall.
"And from a life of imprisonment, Delia of Eldorne.
"Everybody cheer!"
"Yay," everyone says at once, very sarcastically.
"Now, I will place these names in the hat and we will pull them out randomly to place on a certain team," I say as I dig around and pull out random slips of paper of out the hat. I scribble the names down.
(a/n sorry, i just wanted everyone to know that I really did pull the names out of a bag. I even had
my dad do it. I did NOT do it purposely. Not MY fault, alright?)
"Team 1 consists of Jonathan, Owen, Faithful, Neal, Alanna, Wyldon, Delia, and Thayet!"
"What?!?!?!?! I have to be on a team with her???" Jon cries as he points to Delia, who is smirking. "NOOO WAAYY!"
"I'm not working with her either!" Alanna yells.
Thayet is sitting next to Delia. "What's wrong with her? She looks fine to me."
"Well, you would had to have been there, dear Thayet," Alanna says kindly. "She is EVIL! But, at least, Faithful is on our team." She hugs Faithful hard and Faithful begins to flails his paws, signaling his need for air.
"Just don't choke me to death!" croaks Faithful.
"Oh, right. I just missed you," Alanna said softly.
"Why am I on the same team as my knight master?" Neal asked, longing to be moved.
"I'm on the same team as my old knight master," said Alanna, matter-of-factly.
"Who was your knight master, anyway?
Alanna blushes. "Jon..."
Jon blushes.
Neal looks back and forth between the two. "Ooooooooh! I get it!
I say, "Team 2 is Cleon, Ozorne, Cloud, Kel, George, Roger, Numair, and Daine!"
"Why can't I be on the same team as my wife?" says the old complainer, George.
Daine looks over to Kel. "Why are almost all of the evil guys and men on our team?"
Kel shrugs. "I don't know. This thing is rigged. We better stick together."
"At least Numair is here."
"Too bad Neal isn't over here. His sarcasm could get us through anything." Kel sighs.
Daine laughs. "You're right!"
Roger and Ozorne high-five each other.
" Evil men rock!" says Roger.
"Hail the evil men!" calls Ozorne. They receive strange looks.
"At least we don't have Alanna, Jonathan, or that Delia!" Roger says.
"Yeah, dude..." says Ozorne.
"You must now select a team leader," says the host.
All of Team 1 look at Jon except Thayet and Delia who are talking about why you shouldn't wear white after the summer solstice.*
"Why me?" says Jonathan.
"You're the king."
"But.....but.....fine."
"Ozorne?" Roger says suggestively.
"Yes, I think I will."
"What about Numair? He has a better Gift," says Daine.
"Shhh, Daine," Numair whispers.
"Well, you do."
Team 2 starts arguing with each other.
"I'll do it!" Cleon yells.
"Hear, hear!" Kell calls.
"Thank the gods," whispers George.
The host looks expectantly at both teams. "Team names?"
"Pearl of My Heart," answers Cleon.
"Noooooooooooo!!!!!!" cry Roger and Ozorne together.
"Okay. Team 1?"
"The Lion Pride. Don't ask me were it came from, Alanna thought it up," says Jon.
"I did!" says Alanna, proud of herself.
"Tomorrow you get to build your tents! No magic!" the host says.
"Aww, pooey," say the contestants.
Survivor of the Strongest Tortallan
"Welcome to Survivor of the Strongest Tortallan," says the host, aka me. "In a few moments I will be pulling names out of a hat because the stupid broadcasting company is too cheat to provide us with anything fancier for teams. The contestants are:
"Jonathan of Conte.
"Thayet of Conte.
"Alanna of Pirate's Swoop.
"George of Pirate's Swoop.
"From the Realms of the Dead, Roger of Conte.
"Cleon of Kennan.
"Keladry of Mindelan.
"Nealan of Queenscove."
"It's Neal, " he snapped, "Not Nealan, get it right."
"Sorry.
"Veralidaine Sarrasri.
"Numair Salmalin.
"from the Realms of the Dead, Emperor Ozorne Such-and-Such."
"Hey! It's--"
"Sorry, moving right along.
"Owen of Jesslaw.
"From the Realms of the Dead, Faithful.
"Cloud.
"Lord Wyldon of Cavall.
"And from a life of imprisonment, Delia of Eldorne.
"Everybody cheer!"
"Yay," everyone says at once, very sarcastically.
"Now, I will place these names in the hat and we will pull them out randomly to place on a certain team," I say as I dig around and pull out random slips of paper of out the hat. I scribble the names down.
(a/n sorry, i just wanted everyone to know that I really did pull the names out of a bag. I even had
my dad do it. I did NOT do it purposely. Not MY fault, alright?)
"Team 1 consists of Jonathan, Owen, Faithful, Neal, Alanna, Wyldon, Delia, and Thayet!"
"What?!?!?!?! I have to be on a team with her???" Jon cries as he points to Delia, who is smirking. "NOOO WAAYY!"
"I'm not working with her either!" Alanna yells.
Thayet is sitting next to Delia. "What's wrong with her? She looks fine to me."
"Well, you would had to have been there, dear Thayet," Alanna says kindly. "She is EVIL! But, at least, Faithful is on our team." She hugs Faithful hard and Faithful begins to flails his paws, signaling his need for air.
"Just don't choke me to death!" croaks Faithful.
"Oh, right. I just missed you," Alanna said softly.
"Why am I on the same team as my knight master?" Neal asked, longing to be moved.
"I'm on the same team as my old knight master," said Alanna, matter-of-factly.
"Who was your knight master, anyway?
Alanna blushes. "Jon..."
Jon blushes.
Neal looks back and forth between the two. "Ooooooooh! I get it!
I say, "Team 2 is Cleon, Ozorne, Cloud, Kel, George, Roger, Numair, and Daine!"
"Why can't I be on the same team as my wife?" says the old complainer, George.
Daine looks over to Kel. "Why are almost all of the evil guys and men on our team?"
Kel shrugs. "I don't know. This thing is rigged. We better stick together."
"At least Numair is here."
"Too bad Neal isn't over here. His sarcasm could get us through anything." Kel sighs.
Daine laughs. "You're right!"
Roger and Ozorne high-five each other.
" Evil men rock!" says Roger.
"Hail the evil men!" calls Ozorne. They receive strange looks.
"At least we don't have Alanna, Jonathan, or that Delia!" Roger says.
"Yeah, dude..." says Ozorne.
"You must now select a team leader," says the host.
All of Team 1 look at Jon except Thayet and Delia who are talking about why you shouldn't wear white after the summer solstice.*
"Why me?" says Jonathan.
"You're the king."
"But.....but.....fine."
"Ozorne?" Roger says suggestively.
"Yes, I think I will."
"What about Numair? He has a better Gift," says Daine.
"Shhh, Daine," Numair whispers.
"Well, you do."
Team 2 starts arguing with each other.
"I'll do it!" Cleon yells.
"Hear, hear!" Kell calls.
"Thank the gods," whispers George.
The host looks expectantly at both teams. "Team names?"
"Pearl of My Heart," answers Cleon.
"Noooooooooooo!!!!!!" cry Roger and Ozorne together.
"Okay. Team 1?"
"The Lion Pride. Don't ask me were it came from, Alanna thought it up," says Jon.
"I did!" says Alanna, proud of herself.
"Tomorrow you get to build your tents! No magic!" the host says.
"Aww, pooey," say the contestants.