Post by Barbaro on Jan 19, 2012 5:57:17 GMT
You are instructed to meet at a specific terminal in a secluded airport. The night is cloudy, with a full moon peeking out every so often to bathe the city in its glow. A masked attendant appears out of nowhere and guides you outside to a private plane parked in the center of the runway, with red carpet and turnstiles as a path to its stairs.
"Welcome aboard," says a masked stewardess, extending a small serving tray with your favorite drink. You take a sip, and it's the best it has ever been prepared. You take it with you as you board.
Inside the plane, you find yourself in the tip of luxury, and amongst all ten of the semi-finalists... some of which you are eager to remove from your hard-earned path once and for all. You of course make it a point to sit near them if you can stand looking at them.
The intercom squawks. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be taking off to a classified destination. Please relax and enjoy the ride."
You soon find yourselves at 15,000 feet above sea level. Dense clouds pass outside the windows. Just as you finish your drink, the masked stewardess appears again through the curtain. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please follow me to the Dining Room... Dinner is served."
Upon entering a different section of the plane, you marvel at the fact that there is a dining room in the plane fitting a long table that seats all of you comfortably. The plates have name cards on them. You find yours and take a seat.
"Welcome!"
From the other side of the dining room, Barbaro and Sagaro make their typical grand entrance, and take their seats at the ends of the table.
"As our semi-finalists, we sincerely hope you will enjoy your five star dinner." Sagaro snaps his fingers. Two masked stewardesses enter with a dining cart and serve a variety of freshly prepared meals. Your mouth salivates at the cornucopia of delicious aromas. Wine is poured into your glasses.
Before you can dig in, Barbaro stands, wine glass in hand.
"48 contestants and half a year later, we have narrowed it down to the Final 10. And for the first time in our Tournament, all of its contestants are gathered in the same place. You should all be very proud of your accomplishments for making it this far.
"To celebrate, we are honored to host our next round... right here! This luxury plane was made possible by your... fufufu... generous donations to the Revival Ticket auction, not to mention the ¥1.4 billion failure of Siege Game. Please, enjoy your collective yen being put to excellent use far above your current standards of living. We certainly are."
He toasts. You begrudgingly humor him. Barbaro and Sagaro don't drink due to the masks blocking their mouths.
Sagaro clears his throat. "Upon completion of Round 4, there will be one last Revival Round. No Revival Tickets or Black Letters will be handed out, so only the best of the best will proceed to the Final Round. Please keep this in mind as we play the semi-finals. But for now, please, enjoy your meals. This is the first of five courses."
"Welcome aboard," says a masked stewardess, extending a small serving tray with your favorite drink. You take a sip, and it's the best it has ever been prepared. You take it with you as you board.
Inside the plane, you find yourself in the tip of luxury, and amongst all ten of the semi-finalists... some of which you are eager to remove from your hard-earned path once and for all. You of course make it a point to sit near them if you can stand looking at them.
The intercom squawks. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We will be taking off to a classified destination. Please relax and enjoy the ride."
You soon find yourselves at 15,000 feet above sea level. Dense clouds pass outside the windows. Just as you finish your drink, the masked stewardess appears again through the curtain. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you could please follow me to the Dining Room... Dinner is served."
Upon entering a different section of the plane, you marvel at the fact that there is a dining room in the plane fitting a long table that seats all of you comfortably. The plates have name cards on them. You find yours and take a seat.
"Welcome!"
From the other side of the dining room, Barbaro and Sagaro make their typical grand entrance, and take their seats at the ends of the table.
"As our semi-finalists, we sincerely hope you will enjoy your five star dinner." Sagaro snaps his fingers. Two masked stewardesses enter with a dining cart and serve a variety of freshly prepared meals. Your mouth salivates at the cornucopia of delicious aromas. Wine is poured into your glasses.
Before you can dig in, Barbaro stands, wine glass in hand.
"48 contestants and half a year later, we have narrowed it down to the Final 10. And for the first time in our Tournament, all of its contestants are gathered in the same place. You should all be very proud of your accomplishments for making it this far.
"To celebrate, we are honored to host our next round... right here! This luxury plane was made possible by your... fufufu... generous donations to the Revival Ticket auction, not to mention the ¥1.4 billion failure of Siege Game. Please, enjoy your collective yen being put to excellent use far above your current standards of living. We certainly are."
He toasts. You begrudgingly humor him. Barbaro and Sagaro don't drink due to the masks blocking their mouths.
Sagaro clears his throat. "Upon completion of Round 4, there will be one last Revival Round. No Revival Tickets or Black Letters will be handed out, so only the best of the best will proceed to the Final Round. Please keep this in mind as we play the semi-finals. But for now, please, enjoy your meals. This is the first of five courses."