Hello world!
This is IcedFireFrenzy here, and I'm starting a new fanfic! This will be more of a game show where you can request anything you wish. Rules are below, but many of your favorite characters are included in this. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this crackfic!
Read on!
The scene is a bright room with ice blue lights and walls. The floor is tiled with icy blue rock. There is a screen showing various shades of light blue and there are rows of chairs in the middle of the room. The chairs are turned at an angle so they wouldn't completely face the audience. Separate from the rows of chairs is a cushioned stool made specially for the host. The host is a teenaged girl with a slightly twisted fantasy (yet nothing too twisted), IcedFireFrenzy! That's right, the author of this game show.
"Assassins and Templars, please meet your host, IcedFireFrenzy!" the announcer said in an Oprah-like fashion. She walks out in a simple ice blue dress and a bunch of cards in her hands. She wears high heeled blue Mary
Janes and her hair is straightened for this occasion. Her glasses are black and eyes brown. Her smile is wide as hell as she gets ready to announce the 'gamers,' who were just taken from their own timelines to play this game.
"Okay folks, I am IcedFireFrenzy, but please, call me Lucy or Frenzy," the host says. "Okay, so this is my first time hosting a show, so it may be slightly hectic. Our contestants will be abundant, but they will also be from the Assassin's Creed universe! They will range in age and era, so expect different kinds of behavior and clothing."
Rules for the Game:
1. The audience, aka you the viewers, are allowed to send your own requests!
2. Any requests are allowed but those that are sexy or smexy. No sex please.
3. The contestants are allowed to swear, so expect some foul-mouthedness.
4. Expect a little bit of OOC-ness as well; this is a game show, where anything can happen!
5. No OCs are allowed, no matter how awesome they may be (and there are some with levels of awesomeness that go off the charts).
6. No flirting unless dared.
7. Anyone who breaks the rules will be spritzed with water or hit in the head with a book.
"Okay, now that we got the rules out of the way, let's introduce our contestants!" Frenzy shouts with excitement, causing the audience to roar and clap loudly. "First off, we got two wild and crazy guys from Syria, meet Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad and Malik Al-Sayf!" The two men do not appear on the scene, causing Frenzy to be concerned. "Everybody, let's cheer Alty!" she shouts.
"Alty! Alty! Alty!" the audience and hostess cheer endlessly. Finally, we see Malik having to drag Altaïr with his one arm, greatly struggling since the master assassin did not want to go onto the game show.
"Come on, Alty," Frenzy says with a sad yet soothing voice. "It won't be that bad yet."
"What do you mean by yet?" Altaïr asks, rather concerned. His face is hooded, though he is not making an expression.
"Absolutely nothing, Alty."
"Don't call me Alty, wench."
"Don't call the host a wench, novice," Malik butted in, pointing a finger at the assassin. Altaïr just sat there, pouting slightly and crossing his arms, his hunch subtle.
"See what I mean, folks?" Frenzy asks to the camera and audience, the sound of drums in the background. Her response was a cricket. "Damn, I though I would get a response this time," she muttered to herself. She heard a snicker in the background, unsure if that was Malik or Altaïr. "Anyway, we have some folks coming."
"There's more?" Malik asks, a little shocked.
"Didn't you hear the rules?" she asks in the same tone.
"No."
"Oh dear Kanye West, listen next time. Excuse me for that little interruption. Anyway, now we got a nice lady coming in today. Her name: Maria Thorpe. Let's welcome Maria, everyone!" The crowd cheers for the first female contestant to appear. She smiles and waves at everyone, taking her seat next to Altaïr.
"Hey hot stuff," she purrs, making Altaïr blush slightly. "Wanna do stuff later on?"
"No, no, no sexiness or smexiness, okay?" Frenzy says sternly as she takes out her spritz bottle. She sprays Maria for flirting without being dared. "Unless you pulled a Malik somehow, you must listen to the rules, m'kay?"
"Okay," the trio mutter, Malik insulted and Maria upset from being sprayed. Altaïr decided to raise his hand.
"What is 'smexy'?' he asks out of sheer confusion.
"I have no clue other than it's an internet thing," Frenzy admits.
"Then why say it?" Malik questions. The hostess does not reply. "Well?"
"Why not? But we need to carry on. Now, we shall meet some Renaissance folk. Let's welcome the Auditore family: Claudia, Mario, Ezio, and Maria!" Frenzy says, introducing four more people. The four Auditore walk in a line as they walk to their seats, hearing the audience roar as they walked. They each have similar expressions: genuine smiles. They all wave, though Ezio flashes a flirty smile towards the audience, causing every female to swoon with the exception of Frenzy, who only yawns. "Now that we got the Auditore, now we need their friends," Frenzy speaks to the audience. "Let's welcome La Volpe, Leonardo da Vinci, and Niccoló Machiavelli!" The trio walks into view and wave. Niccoló's face is stoic while Leonardo's face shows happiness. La Volpe is well, La Volpe.
"Ezio!" Leonardo shouts happily as he hugs his best friend. This action earned 'awws' from everyone in the room, including Frenzy.
"Okay, Leo. It's time to take your seat," Frenzy says warmly. "Now let's move down the line! We have a generation of Kenways with us, so let's welcome the three amigos Edward, Haytham, and Connor!" The crowd cheers loudly for all three men, not caring that one of them is a Templar. Edward smiles while the younger generations glare at each other. "Guys, no glaring at each other; we can't have someone die yet." Frenzy warns.
"Yet?" everyone asks in unison, then look at each other with looks about their timing.
"You'll only die if requested, though you will be brought back if I wish... maybe."
"Damn," Edward says.
"Yeah. I told you guys I have slightly fucked up fantasies." They all glare at Frenzy, who only puts up her hands in defense. "Well, let's introduce some more folks myah," she continues. "Let's give a hand for Adéwalé, Charles Lee, Mary Read, and Blackbeard!" Everyone cheered for the lady and gentlemen, though we hear a boo from Connor, meant for Charles Lee. Lee's response is merely a sneer. Haytham gives his Templar buddy an apologetic look, Edward and Connor giving the middle generation a look.
"I can't believe my son is a Templar," Edward says with disbelief.
"No one can, Edward," Frenzy says in the same tone. She gets murmurs of agreement from both the audience and the contestants. "On a different topic, we are welcoming Aveline de Grandpré and Arno Dorian!" The assassins walk next to each other, smiling. They take their seats next to Mary, who nods at them. "Now, we reach modern times! Who else is happy?" the crowd responds with a few cheers and we hear a scoff from Altaïr. Frenzy merely rolls her eyes at the assassin.
"I'm sorry, but when are we going start?" Thorpe asks, tired of waiting.
"I just need to introduce these last few people," Frenzy assures her, getting tired herself. "Anyway, let's give a hand for Clay Kaczmarek, Daniel Cross, Shaun Hastings, Rebecca Crane, Desmond Miles, and Lucy Stillman!" The group of people have walked on the stage, smiling and waving. They sit in the last of the seats, waiting for what will happen next.
"God, how are we going to be humiliated this time?" Shaun asks, irritation coating his normally sarcastic voice.
"Lighten up, Shaun. This may be fun," Rebecca playfully says, slapping him on the arm.
"Thank you, Rebecca," Frenzy says happily. "Next up, we'll introduce each other properly. But now, it's time for shitty commercials!" Frenzy said a little too gleefully. "We'll be back in a short amount of time! Request whatever you wish; it'll be the contestants suffering while your twisted requests will be fulfilled."
"Oh fuck me," Shaun mutters while he pinched the bridge of his nose.
"I'm too young for that, Shaun," Frenzy replies. Rebecca snickers while Shaun facepalms.