I JUST FINISHED TAKING THE NATIONAL ASSESSMENT PROGRAM FOR LITERACY AND NUMERACY.
I HATED NAPLAN, AND NAPLAN PROBABLY HATED ME BACK.
NOW THAT I FINISHED MY THREE DAYS OF TESTS, MAYBE I CAN FINALLY KEEP A DECENT SCHEDULE?
THIS WILL ELABORATE ON THE COMMENTATORS, AND INTRODUCE SOME NEW COMPETITORS.
WARNING!
DUE TO THE NATURE OF THE CHARACTERS IN THIS CHAPTER,
THIS WILL CONTAIN SOME UNCENSORED PROFANITY.
CENSORING VERY HEAVY SWEARERS JUST DOESN'T FEEL RIGHT.
YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
OH, AND THE COMMENTATOR AMOUNT WILL BE INCREASED TO TEN, TO FIT TWO SPECIAL SUGGESTIONS.
A FEW METRES AWAY FROM THE INTRODUCTION CEREMONY...
"OH DAMN! THIS PLANE LOOKS LIKE SHIT!" Markiplier remarked.
"Well, of course it is!" someone shouted from the surrounding area around the original Jumbo Jet, rebuilt from scratch after it was destroyed, but still looking what it was in World Tour.
"Well, guess I'm the only person here. I can do whatever that guy told me to do. Or not."
Someone walked by the plane. He looked a bit pale and grey. He is wearing headphones.
"Hello!" greeted the person, in a slight Canadian accent. "I'm Sips."
The commentators would have never seen each other before, unless they directly in the same network, like the Yogscast.
The commentators would also refer to themselves and each other by their YouTube names, unless if they don't have one.
"Hi!" replied Markiplier. "My name is Markiplier."
"So, uhh, we're supposed to jazz this thing up?" Sips asked.
He didn't get a response, mostly due to the sight of the next pair of commentators making out.
"Hey guys, nice to meet you!" Sips said to the pair, with no signs of awkwardness whatsoever.
Once again, he didn't get a response.
"How are you, like, not uneasy about the fact that you just nicely greeted, with a straight face I might add, this pair of people who are basically about to do it in front of us?" Markiplier asked.
"I don't know," Sips replied.
Meanwhile, Chris has been having some difficulty keeping the chaos down at the docks. Chef is currently separating each competitor apart, to lessen the pandemonium. The interns are at work putting a barricade around the parking area, since some people, namely Eggman and Wario, have been trying to get back their access to their vehicles so that they can fight/show off.
"Oh, finally! The leaders have finished their English lessons!" Chris sighed.
Out of a helicopter comes a rather short man with a small moustache. He is wearing a military uniform, with a symbol plastered all over him.
Out of another helicopter comes a man with a large moustache, wearing a military uniform adorned with medals. He has a red and brown hat with a symbol of a hammer and a sickle at the front.
"These are the leaders of our two teams. The one to the right is Adolf Hitler and the one to the left is Joseph Stalin. They are both dictators, Hitler ruled Germany and Stalin ruled the Soviet Union."
"N-Niemcy and R-Rosja?" Poland nervously asked.
"Yes, Poland, they are from Germany and Russia, well, they were born in Austria and Georgia but let's not go into too much detail."
"Wait, did you call that ball Poland?" Hitler asked.
"Yes, because he is the ball representation of Poland." Chris explained. "And he is also conquerable, just saying."
"Why yuo of sayings that?! I not wantings of Nazi to zawładnąć (take possession of) me." Poland complained.
"Fine, fine. New rule. If any contestant here conquers Poland, they will automatically lose their way back home. You can still kill him though, after that respawning mechanism is set up."
conquering = absorption into another country; not dead, just living as part of someone else
killing = destruction, removal of one's life
Hopefully that removed any confusion.
"Yay! Thankings Chris yuo of!" Poland said.
"Umm... sure..." Chris replied, barely comprehending the Pole's speech.
After the whole fiasco ended, the dictators moved on to the docks, arguing with each other the entire time. The competitors who came from Earth (obviously not counting Vegeta) are quite shocked to know that Chris actually got two of the evillest people who ever lived on the show.
"And here comes another competitor!" Chris suddenly blurted out.
He is wearing a green tunic and a long, floppy green cap. There is a symbol of three triangles on the back of his left hand. He has a sword and a shield equipped. He is riding a horse as he gone through the portal.
"Link, the hero of Hyrule, has entered this competition." Chris exclaimed. "Do not expect anything to come out of him, he is quite silent."
Link went off his horse, Epona, and walked to the docks. The mount was directed by an intern to a makeshift stable near the parking area. Chris is once again anticipating another contestant.
"Eh-oh!" said four characters in unison, one of them purple, one green, one yellow and one red. All have antennae at the top of their heads, the purple one having an upside-down triangle one, the green one having a straight line, the yellow one having a loop and the red one having a circle. All of them have silver rectangles on their stomachs.
"The Teletubbies (courtesy of sdgeek2003... sort of) are here to play!" Chris announced. "They are named Tinky-Winky, Dipsy, Laa-Laa and Po, in the order they are standing from left to right."
The sun above them suddenly laughed. It now has a baby's face on it! Somehow, the Teletubbies' presence has managed to change the elements of the area into their own.
"Well, that's weird. Anyway, let's move on." Chris said. "Speaking of moving on, the respawning mechanism finally arrived."
A cargo helicopter landed. A few deliverymen carried the box containing the machine into the Jumbo Jet 2.0.
"Please sign here," a deliveryman said to Chris, holding a clipboard.
A few minutes later, the chopper took off.
"Don't kill each other yet!" Chris said with hints of glee. "You'll overload the respawner."
Everyone obeyed Chris, knowing the consequences if they do it, or in the case of Bean and the Teletubbies, are too innocent.
"Hey! Look at this!" Markiplier shouts from a high point of the island.
"Sure," Sips replied.
A quick run later, Sips is now on the hill. There is a metal pole with a button on it. Before they even get a glance of the text above the button, Sips pressed it. A faint rumbling sound was now heard from a distance, which steadily got louder. Markiplier actually read the notice.
WARNING! THIS BUTTON CAUSES AVALANCHES, DEPENDING ON LOCATION. USE AT OWN RISK.
"Hey Markiplier! Look at that!" Sips said.
They both look behind. Markiplier has a look of surprise, while Sips has his nonchalant look as always. A landslide is rushing down the thousand-metre drop.
"Well, they're fucked big time!" Sips innocently said, referring to the couple on the ground, still making out.
Markiplier just facepalmed.
A few minutes later, at the introduction area, Chris, Chef and the contestants are waiting for the next competitor to arrive. To their surprise, two people appeared at the respawn platform just beside the opened jet hatch.
"OH COME ON! GEOFF! BRIDGETTE! YOU RUINED MY SURPRISE! GO AWAY!" Chris screamed in frustration.
Chef subsequently chased Geoff and Bridgette off the set.
"What exactly is the surprise?" Roshi asked.
"Umm, it's a surprise?" Chris replied.
A few minutes later, another competitor appeared. A young man with jet black hair and bright, sea-green eyes emerged from the portal.
"Everyone, this is Percy Jackson." Chris said. "He is a half-god."
"О, пожалуйста! (Oh, please!) You mean to tell me that this person here is an offspring of a god? How ridiculous." Stalin remarks.
"Stalin's an extreme atheist." Chris apologised to Percy. "Sorry."
Percy was walking to the dock when all of the sudden, someone appeared on the respawn platform.
"OH GOD NO PLEASE DON'T FUCKING LET ME DIE NOW!" a man screams on the platform. A flash of realisation hits him and quickly shut himself up.
"What's up with my commentators dying today? PewDiePie, please explain?" Chris asked.
"What commentators?" practically everyone on the docks said.
"Nothing!" Chris quickly replied.
"I was watching the introduction until some dumb fuck caused an avalanche that somehow sent me here!" Pewds almost yelled at Chris.
"Well, GO BACK THERE AND MAKE SURE THAT EVERYONE'S ALIVE!" Chris shouts at Pewds.
"Whatever..."
ALL GERMAN SPOKEN BY HITLER, RUSSIAN SPOKEN BY STALIN, SWEDISH SPOKEN BY PEWDIEPIE AND PROBABLY SOME MORE PEOPLE WILL BE COURTESY OF GOOGLE TRANSLATE. SO DON'T BLAME ME IF PEOPLE AREN'T SPEAKING RIGHT.