The Most Evil of the Twisting Nether Award

[Ellsbeth]

Floating in the abyss, the churning purple mass of people's thoughts and dreams and minds, was a stage and small auditorium. It floated, some by-product of a politican's dream, no doubt, or perhaps a hint of a future unfounded as yet by an up and coming artist. Demons shaped it from nightmares of standing naked in front of enemies and caressed it from dreams of adoration of attention and love.

Its purpose tonight, one to mark the First Annual Evil of the Twisting Nether Awards. However, 'evil' as a word is not accepted in polite societies. Instead it was covered up by metaphor and euphemisms, but essentially that was the title these hopefuls were shooting for. The most evil of the Twisting Nether.

The dias, plain but marked by banners of both Alliance and Horde, showing that this opportunity is not just limited to those one one side, but is open to all those meglomaniacs and cretins and vermin on both sides of the fence.

The whistling wind could barely be heard admist the murmur of the crowd gathered to hear from all the candidates. To hear why they deserved to be The Most Evil of the Twisting Nether.

[Villinger]

Hustling in excitement, a little crooked corpse of a man in sky blue robes with disheveled hair, pushes his way to the front of the stage. He looks out amongst those gathered with bright, glowing eyes and a smugly condescending jaw. His presence is small, but he puffs himself up to a greater height, holding a notebook crushed to his side and shoulders straight with superiority.

"Esteemed members of the Horde and... well our future slaves in the Alliance. I am honoured to be in front of you tonight after having been nominated by the Board of Directors to attempt to receive this award which is so duly important to me and my work. Afterall, it is I who single-handedly, without so MUCH as any assistance, began my work with the wasteful of the Horde."

He pauses to take a sip of water, but really to compose himself and preen. "You see... it is I who devised the creation of this... the Collar." Free hand reaches inside his robe and shows an innocuous grey metal collar. "My design was simple. Create a way to control the useless, wasteful members of the Horde to ensure that they stopped their begging, their listlessness, that they served a purpose in society once more." He smiles proudly.

"With a controller that myself and my assistant Holdeng," he pauses a moment then adds, "just an assistant mind you. I was the mastermind and creator of everything and Holdeng would be the first to tell you that. Ahem. With a controller that I designed and was funded to fruition by the honourable members of the Board of Directors, who selected me, MYSELF as their ambassador in this endevour... I could use pain to control every aspect of my patient's responses."

He paces a little, growing excited and holding out the collar. "For example, Niethan was one of my first patients. A psychotic mass of instability, he spent his long hours 'pal-ing'" To this he laughs for no apparent reason, "around in the Rest Inn Peace tavern. Useless. A waste of Horde resources. With MY improvements, by having my assistant Holdeng collar him, he became of use to the Horde once more. Why... I have mountains of research simply about this 'Watcher' creature that comes out of Niethan when he is the most volatile. And through this I attempted to create 'Watchers' in all my patients."

He sighs happily. "Oh the good old days of my research in my Asylum set into the backwoods of Deadwind Pass. Before it became a hot spot with that Karazhan nonsense. Where a Doctor could use any method possible to extract usefulness from the useless. Brains from the retarded. Purpose from the purposeless. Oh those were the days."

"Of course, few agree with progress. That is always the way of these things. There were some out to encourage the stagnation of the Horde and set themselves out to kill!" He gasps in shock and clutches his notebook to his chest. "Me!" Imagine! A mind that is beyond anything they could ever understand! Beyond all their creation! It was I who was selected by the Board of Directors, by far the most powerful members of the Horde, to clean up what they had created with their sloth and degeneration. ME!"

"And so my illustrious colleagues, I deserve this award for I have put in long hours to ensure the Horde will be victorious."

[Sulajin]

((Whoah whoah whoah. Two one sided. This is IC? Now, I think Sul's a pretty Diabolical character, but he most assuredly does not, and would not compete in such a thing. Let alone brag about his accomplishments... That said, he's going to anyways.))

A one tusked troll enters the stage, his right hand gone, in it's place a claw wrought from slick obsidian stone flexes and grasps. His grin is wide, and completely without warmth. The kind of grin that people who know him fear.

"My name is Sulajin Bloodbreaze of the Darkspear tribe. I am a practitioner of de Juju, an' a follower of Ogoun, an' de Fia' cou'ts."

The air smokes around him, dancing embers materializing and fanning into crackling images of flame, illustrating his deads.

"In my day I slaughta'd many people of de Alliance. Dat is nutt'in. Dat is war. I hunted down dere families, dere children. Dat is nutt'in. Dat is war. Choo got ta kill ya enemy befo' he has a chance ta grow ta fightchoo.

I have taken dere young, howeva, an' supped on dere flesh. I have taken dem into my home wit' promises of friendship, an' instead locked dem away inta unendin' servitude. But many can say de same.

I have twisted de flesh of friend an' foe. My own dea' friend Niet'an has been corrupted by de powa's dat heed my call. His body cries out now, desperate fo' de feel of my magic like a common elf. He will be back, an' he will be mine fo' all time.

I have betrayed my friends an' commrads. A crime above all oddas. When choo can trust no one around ya, dere be but one place ta turn ta. Ta find a dagga dere crushes not only de body, but de spirit, an' de soul as well.

De love of dose aroun' me have become my tools. A friend of mine fell in love. She was very happy wit' a fellow warria, an' soldia. She was young an' naive. I took de passion fo' her dat he had, an' used it ta wedge dem apart. Instead I be settin her up wit' Niet'an, ta keep betta control on her.

When I got tia'd of dat, I took him as my own, an' she be cast out. When he be realisin wha' he did, it drove him ta seek his deat'. An' when even dat failed, dere was no where ta return but ta me.

I have taken de momentary fea' of people, an' torn dere lives apart. Snatched dere chances of happiness away from dem. Ta prove dat I could. Because it suited me ta do so. Not jus' taken it away from dem, but claim dem as my own.

I have driven wedges of hatred aroun' myself, while slowly creepin inta dere minds. Dey look ta me fo' guidance, now. De guild I join. When people in it be sufferin at de hands of oddas, dey come ta me fo' dere help. An' I be willin' ta give it. It all be makin myself mo' powaful in dere minds.

I have t'reatened deat' upon dose who displeased me, an' now count dem as my own. Ta learn from me. One of dem I left ta die, because I was not pleased by how she took ta it."

He shakes his head, and chuckles. "I be hopin ya don' wan' terribly great deeds. I only have two ta speak of. Wit' my powa, an' my Juju I have taken de food from de mout's of entia' nations, even amongst de Horde. Left dem ta starve. Left dem fo' dead. It don' bodda me.

By doin so I furder bound one ta me, now wit'out de nourishment dat only my flesh be providin, she be dead. Wit'out me Khiskiva, my own wife, goin ta rot.

I have dabbled in deat', raisin what once lived back inta oua world, chainin dem ta broken flesh ta ease my laba's. By doin' so I be dancin on de world of Art'as, an' de Scourge, mebbe callin dem ta us.

I cast men an' women inta de fia's of de Molten Co'a. Ta Ragnaros himself I t'rew dem wit'out a backwa'ds glance. Nuttin' but kindelin'. An' den, when I decided I be wantin dem back, I stole even from him.

I don' be de best mon fo' deeds," He sais with a slight chuckle, "but I don' be at all a simple, safe Troll."

And with that, he is gone.

[Tillna]

"Evil? I'm not evil..well, I don't think I am. I am a realist. You are all going to die, I just want the pleasure of doing it first. Well, there is my old Labratory...and the test subjects...Well, I just love to see the life leak out of your eyes, to feel your blood on my fingers, the smell of burning flesh in my breath... Shigana Anias Barov, I have killed more then my fair share. The Naaru show distaste for me. I want to kill the Legion and the scourge. I want to end all life. I want to hear you scream, you choke the life from you."

She tilted her head, blank eyes scannign the others.

"If you want to try and out do me, you've got a long way to go."

[Okhu]

--She blinks a couple of times, eyeing Villinger then the rest of the crowd-- I'm Okhu, I'm evil... I made Gindra, who'm dealt with one of the said contestants a while ago.....-wiggles her eyebrows- I created the STD that apparently plagues a certain guild.....I..tore Niethan's leg off once.....uuuhhhh....-glances at her list-....Look just gimme this award before I burn this place down. Alright?....

[Ellsbeth]

((I'm assuming it's a non-canon IC. Which is why I didn't throw it into Nether Legends. Afterall... Villinger is dead.))

[Xiphus]

Xiphus strolled down the street, close to the compound where the award takes place. The undead assassin cracked his neck, to treat his stiff neck. He had just performed a successful hit and was paid with a rather generous sum of money.

"Hmmm...I wonder what new weaponry is available in the Auction House...." he mused.

He then stopped and stared at the large banner: "Most Evil Award".

Why would anyone boast of being evil, he couldn't comprehend. After all, he had done some rather questionable acts in the past (and is still doing it), even before he turned undead (including killing his own family. Well, they disowned him and he and his former mentors were paid to see to their disposal), but he rarely boasts about them. By not boasting, he keeps a low profile and thus, ensures his longevity in the cloak-and-shadow side of things. The most notorious assassins are the ones who always perish first to competitors, while the most silent ones live the longest (and kill the most....and earn the most money....and might eventually transcend and join the ranks of 'rumors and urban legends', just like Garona Halforcen or Don Julio, whom he knew personally).

Still, the idea of the award does interest him. "Let's see what these unprofessional chimpanzees have to say...." he thought as he walked in. "Who knows, maybe I can scout out a prospective client or a complete nutcase who pays too much for menial tasks."

Xiphus located a seat in the hall and made himself comfortable (or what he judged as comfortable. He is incapable of sensation). It didn't take long before he starts to regret his decision of entering as he is now surrounded by squabbling monkeys quarreling and boasting on 'oh how evil they are'.

"Too noisy..."

Xiphus was also unable to get out, as he is completely surrounded. He decided to ease his misery by plotting the demise of the apes directly surrounding him.

[Malorii]

((aw crap this being IC and my inablity to do grammer prevents me unless one of the other ghants is going to post something epicly evil.. *coughbrandubcough*))

[Hellista]

Hellista rolls her eyes as she looks at the other contestants and eats her sandwich.

Her gnome child sandwich.

"Great Father Winter provides the best meat around....I love a good tiny gnome with a nice Cherry Grog," she mumbled to herself as she spit out a miniature santa hat.

[Redemptio]

Redemptio scurries around trying to collect entry forms, tell the contestants the rules of the contest, make sure every one is happy, and just generally make things run smoothly...right. She looks at the pile of new registration entries...some of them torn, burned...and...why was there venom on that one. -sigh- she scans her list of cyanides, that was a long list... She tries to check off who went after who...damn it... Sulajin did not go in order...-sigh- she checks off his name... wait who is that over there?

-she stands on a box to 'try' to look taller- "EXCUSE ME PLEASE" -she raises her hands- "Can every one please line up on this wall according to my list i will call out and......"-everyone looks at her- oh my... um...nvm just make sure i have your forms please. -she gets down-


"oi vey, this is going to be a long day," she thinks to herself "How on earth did I, a priestess..., a HOLY priestess, and up being a curator of an 'I am evil hear me roar' contest. I'm the furthest from any of these self proclaimed 'lords of evil' -she shakes her head- "Just my luck."

"Ma'am you can't bring food in here..."

"Tillna! What are you doing here...wait I don't want to know."

"Sir...sir..." -she shakes a undead rogue- "have you filled out a form? Please do and return it to me please." -she scuttles off dropping a form on his lap-

"Oi Sulajin...Next time go in line!" He glares at her. She glares back.

This is going to be a long day...

[Bir]

Bir couldn't hold it any longer, exploding into a childish giggling fit. "EVIL?! Nobody's evil."

[Khiskiva]

Wearing a strapless red gown, her long red hair in braids, Khiskiva walks up to the podium. Her arms are covered in black tattoos, and her face is decorated with black make-up, eyebrows painted on.

"Psh.. mah 'usban' t'ink 'e sa bad... ha! Ah tell ya all swometin', bein' evil be nah great feat. All choo 'ave ta dwo is no' ca'e 'bout nobodeh butchoose'f.

"Fo' example.. when mah 'usban' an' ah summoned di Loa o' famine. We did it ta destroy ou' enemies. Dat bein' di Alliance at di tahm, an' a few choice oddas, dey sta've almos' ta deat' fo' a while. Dat ain' nah big t'ing..

"..den again, mah 'usban's bes' frien' be in love wit' 'im. Mah 'usban' nwo love 'im, but ah t'ought it be funny ta watch 'im 'umilliate 'imself, sa ah let mah 'usban' *&$% 'im a few tahms. Den 'e got pregnan'.. sa ah put an end ta dat. Ain' nobodeh gettin' no kinda gratification from mah 'usban' but me. Da's 'ow dat gwo.

"An 'e say ah need 'im ta live? Well, 'e need me ta. Ou' souls is bound fo' all tahm, an' if it ain' evil ta make a mon you's fo' di res' of ete'nity, ah danno what it."

She turns to leave, then doubles back.

"Oh yeah, an' de'e was dat tahm when we was roundin' up chi'dren so ah cou'd drink de'e blood fo' di sake o' mah unbo'n chi'dren. Da's jus' common sense, dough. Don' everyone dwo dat? Cut open di littal e'f gi'ls 'ead an' drink from, it lahk a cup? Nah? Eh."

Then she walks away.

[Xiphus]

Xiphus felt himself being shook and turned to stare blankly at a priestess. She was apparently asking for his form. Xiphus was glad for the interruption, because he was about to clutter his mind again with all his scheming.

Whenever he clutters his mind, he has to stop whatever he is doing and either fish, drink, drink and fish, pat Matilda (his cornish rex) or take a nap. Those activities helped relax his overworked mind. When one starts to think and think uncontrollably, he can't concentrate on the task at hand and his effectiveness dwindles. The woman started to demand for his form.

Xiphus continued to stare for a while and then replied, "Milady, you do not have to shake me so vigorously. I am not quite dead yet. I am not here to join the Evil Awards as a candidate, but rather, as a spectator (and to see if I can scout out a possible client). Apologies for your trouble, milady."

He then noticed his fellow colleague, whom he is quite fond of (for being so effective in her roles when they were working together). He got up, pushed his way through the crowd ("Excuse me. Pardon me. May I get across?") and got to Hellista. He gave her a deep bow and sat beside her. "Wonderful evening, Hellista. Fancy seeing you here (though it is hardly surprising)."

[Tillna]

Shigana looked back, then glared again, smirking.

"My most evil deed... One day, I had been fighting a long hard battle with my family, clearing out Scholomance. The battle left me wounded, namely missing a big chunk out of my torso and one of my arms. I returned to Stormwind, to the orphanage. With my hat pulled down, I adopted five orphans, promising them a new life and a warm home. I took them to my lab, and one by one, slaughtered them to absob thier souls and flesh to repair my wounds. I repeated this later just for the sheerpleasure."

She cackled, before looking foreward again. "Or even now? I am tormenting a blood Elf mage and a Troll shaman just to see if I can get one to kill the other. How about that?"

[Qabian]

"Ludicrously enough, I have to agree with Bir. There is no evil. There are those who are driven, and there are those who are clearly psychotic. I think anyone vying for such an award quite clearly fits into the latter category."

[Khiskiva]

"Who joo callin' 'psychotic', pretteh boy?" Khiskiva said with a hand on her hip, before boinking Qabian on the head with an obsidian totem shaped like a penis.

[Qabian]

Qabian rubs his head, his expression deadpan. "Thank you for demonstrating my point so eloquently."

[Tillna]

Shigana grins, sharp teeth dotting her smile at the troll

"Now now runt, I need that mage still, or I'll have to find a new plaything."

[Sulajin]

"Runt? Dere don' be anyone less of a runt in dis room dan Khiskiva."

Sulajin walks up, sliding his hand around her waist. "Choo playt'ing don' concern us, so best keep it in line, mon."

[The Shadow]

In the very back of the crowded area a dark stain lurked largely unnoticed against the backdrop of the ominous, surreal auditorium.

It regarded the assembed candidates with a mixture of interest, amusement and in some cases respect. The form that was circulated among the host of 'motivated' souls eventually made its way back to the Shadow.

It regarded the form a moment, considering how to document everything. In the end the form was crumpled up and tossed aside casually.

" No, now is not the time. There is far too much for the Shadow to complete. Indeed, any entry made would only paint a partial picture, and serve to compromise my future efforts. Patience and planning, that is the order of the day."

[Niethan]

Having gotten lost on the way to the gathering, Niethan stepped into the back of the auditorium in time to hear Sulajin's testimony, and after a few minutes Khiskiva's as well. He listened to them both in silence.

The pale phantom of Witness put a hand on his shoulder-- a hand that wasn't really there, but Niethan felt it all the same-- and leaned in to murmur at his ear. "Now do you see, Niethan? They feel no more love than I do. I at least have the decency to simulate caring for you." Niethan turned his head, not wanting to listen.

"I think that if the universe will not punish them for thier misdeeds against you, then it is our obligation to pay them the consequences of thier actions ourselves..."

[Tillna]

"she is a troll. All you are to me is kindling for the fire."

Both her hands ignite into flame, a sickly, green fel flame. she smirks.

"Maybe I should burn you both now and get it over with?"

[Hellista]

Inside, Hellista chewed with a mouthful of her sandwich and nodded to Ellsbeth. "Yeah, they really do taste like chicken."

[Khiskiva]

Khiskiva rolls her eyes at Shigana, turning to look at Sulajin.

"Preachin' ta da choir, huh?"

[Tillna]

She sighed. They don't take her seriously, they die.

"Khaanom? Eat the female if you want."

The fel woman appeared next to her, teeth bared, salive dripping form its fangs. Blood painted her face.

"Ahh..so you ate allready...I see..well, they will die"

She snapped, sparks shooting towards the braids of hair on the trolls back

[Redemptio]

Armed with a list in one had and her slipping anger in the other she weaves in and out of the crowd of self proclaimed 'evils'.

"Ma'am i believe i said no food in here, Please put that away!"

-she bumps in to Niethan-

"Oh sorry Niethan, man want a day." -she hugs the troll- "so are you here to watch or to compete? If you want to watch please feel free to sit down with the spectators of your hear to compete fill this out." -hands Niethan a form- "Bye Niethan, love, I'll talk to you later, Ok" -she smiles and runs off to 'try' to get a women from eating in the back room-


"ATTENTION PLEASE!" -she says standing on her box- " THE NEXT PERSON CAN NOW MAKE THERE WAY TO THE FRONT OF THE STAGE!... And ma'am will you PLEASE put that sandwich away!" -she runs off to deal with something else.

"I'm going to have a heart attack..."

[Ellsbeth]

Ellsbeth looks over at Hellista and she ponders for a moment, then asks, "Have you got any left over?"

[Hellista]

Hellista giggles and nods. "Ellsbeth, I have an entire icebox full of these things left over from the feast of the Winter Veil. I damn near hunted them to extinction. Come over to my dorm room at the University sometime and we'll have a party."

[Ellsbeth]

Ellsbeth clucks her tongue in disapproval but nods. She crosses her arms over her chest and turns back to the display.

[Redemptio]

Mrs. Sandwich your up next. Please state your name and why you should get the award.

-the priests huffs at the women then walks off to fine the next person on her list.-

[Lascivious]

*Registers Republican*

[Hellista]

Hellista steps up on the stage, watching all the people gathered around. Her innocent face and eerie childlike voice echo throughout the room.

"I am not evil. I don't deserve this honor. Everything I have done has been done for justice. The people I ate, the souls I took, the castrations, the blindings...Everyone deserved it. I am a hero, and a survivor."

A few moments pass and she chuckles. "Awww who the fel am I kidding? I put laxatives in all the food served here tonight."

*Evil maniacal laugh*

"Oh, and I was kicked out of the Nex'Cruor estate for being too wild."

[Redemptio]

'NEXT!!!' -the priest yells as she shakes her hear head at Hellista's speech...-

[Xiphus]

Xiphus merely sat and watch while sipping on his thistle tea.

[Evanthe]

"Oh, and I was kicked out of the Nex'Cruor estate for being too wild."

[Ding ding ding we have a winner!! :p

I'll post Eva's later tonight.]

[Redemptio]

((who is the judge btw?)))

[Evanthe]

"Evil? Me?" Evanthe laughed. "Of course not. Whatever gave you that idea? I'm an artist, nothing more. Certainly nothing anyone would consider evil. Granted, I go after what I want. But that's hardly evil." She smiled pleasantly at the interviewer.

Stories of your exploits are well known, Miss Cindersong.

"Really," she smirked. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear."

Would you care to set the record straight, then?

"Mmm... sure. I'm rather curious to see what rumors are flying around."

Could you explain the circumstances surrounding the death of your parents?

"They died of a Blood Thistle overdose. Tragic, really." She raises an eyebrow. "Surely you aren't insinuating that Ephram and I had anything to do with that, are you?"

Questions have been raised, Miss Cindersong. Now, after the untimely death of your parents, you and your brother were sent to live with your grandmother. She died under mysterious circumstances shortly thereafter, leaving the two of you with a rather large inheritance. You and your brother were suspects in the death, were you not?

"Ephram and I lost our only remaining family member with her death. Pity. It was such a drag clearing out all her chintzy things from our estate." Evanthe smirks. "And we were cleared of all suspicions."

One more question about your family. What is the nature of your relationship with your brother?

"Ephram and I are- well, were- quite close." She pauses. "He was always such a treat."

There have been rumors of you participating in lewd and licentious behavior. Are the rumors true?

"What goes on in my bedroom is really none of your concern, now is it?"

Fair enough. Is it true that you are a warlock?

"Mmm.. yes, I dabble in it on the side, although I'd hardly say it was my profession. I'm an artist first and foremost. Demonology is just a hobby."

Do you regularly collect the souls of your victims?

Evanthe raises an eyebrow. "What kind of question is that? Of course I do, all warlocks do. There are certain rituals that require it, I'm afraid." She tries to keep a straight face, but a small smile breaks out. She leans forward in her chair, speaking in a conspiratorial whisper.

"Do you know why I collect souls?" She glances around to see if anyone can overhear. "Because I can. They're useful, yes, but sometimes I just suck one out and smash the shard it creates. Wasteful? Of course. Is there anything more decadent than wasting someone's very essence? Just for your own amusement?" She grins at the interviewer.

Miss Cindersong, you regularly join in the defense of Horde territory. There have been accusations of your conduct towards prisoners of war and other miscreants, some would say even other citizens- accusations of torture and even murder. Are these accusations true?

"Torture? No, no, I wouldn't say that. But if they're going to die, I might as well get some enjoyment out of it first."

Evanthe pauses for a second, before speaking again slowly. "Have you ever seen someone die? It's quite the most wonderful thing to behold. Their life, just bleeding from them. And they'll fight it and fight it. But there comes a point when they can't fight it anymore. There's this look of recognition that sweeps their face- half agony, half euphoria- when they know their time is up. And then they just let go. Some fight harder than others. Those are the best- the fighters. Trying to bend them, make them crack. They just fight it and fight it. But in the end, like all the others- that look. Delightful.

"Although," she continues, her speech quickening, "the rush that comes from draining someone's life is almost as fun. They twitch when you do it. Always, twitching. And than I just watch, drink in the sights and sounds. Watching them wither as you grow stronger- there's no other way to describe it- it's almost orgasmic."

She smirks. "Have you never experienced it? Pity. You really should."

I see. Miss Cindersong, I have another charge that's been leveled against you. It seems that you have conducted testing of various potions, runes and other dark and experimental magics on the poor in Lower City. How do you answer these charges?

"I pay them, some copper, a few silver. It's not like I coerce them. It really isn't my problem that they are poor. At least I am providing them with work." She raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing to alleviate poverty?"

This extends to the children of Lower City as well. Can you explain that?

She smirks. "Builds character."

It has been said that you kidnapped one Blood Knight named Lovely. Care to explain?

"Kidnap? Did she say that? Silly girl, must be confused. She was a guest in my manor for a very short time. Pity she couldn't stay longer."

Just a few more questions. Can you explain to us what your relationship is or was with the following individuals: Alin Vos'Arryn, the warlock Alyiane, the warlock Hellista, the-

Evanthe stands up. "This interview is finished."

[Shadowspeak]

"Evil is only a description others use for things. One of those things happens to be me."

[Bir]

"What? You shouldn't call yourself a thing Shadowspeak. I think you're a little above that."

[Sulajin]

"Only a little"

[Evanthe]

Evanthe wandered into the main hall in time to hear Hellista's speech.

"Well, I was hungry..."

[Redemptio]

"OH...Shadowspeak...Will you be joining those in the contest? If so please fill out this form and give it back to me when your done, Bir....don't tell me your here for the same thing as these people....Ug...-sigh- if so please fill this out."

The priest runs off. Her robs crinkled her hair a mess.

[Mortica]

Villayna wanders in wearing one of her skimpiest outfits and fills out the form. She then goes and sits in the audience.

"I have no idea WHY everyone insists I show up for these things. I'm a HOLY paladin, for Light's sake!"

http://tn.yzeens.com/images/villayna.jpg

[Redemptio]

"Can I get the Judge in here please I believe were ready for him...."

-she runs around completely put out....-

"Ugh FINE I'll do it!"


The priest walks to the front of the stage the contesters stand behind her each on ready for murder ....or what ever there form of malicious content they liked to practice. Smoothing out her frumpled robes and her wilding hair the priest takes a deep breath.

"Ladies and gentleman of the audience" -pauses for dramatic affect- "The votes are in, the tallies counted." -pauses again- "I am please to announce our first annual 'Evilest' contest." -pulls a envelop out of her pocket- "In this envelope I have here the name of the winner of the contest." -a flame ignites in her other hand- "But unfortunately for all of you" -she burns the envelope it falls to the floor as ash- "I don't give a damn any more about this stupid contest and i deem myself as evilest SO THERE!!"

-the priest storms off the stage angry at herself sticking her tongue at Sulajin as she walks by and stealing Mrs. sandwich's sandwich out of her hand and eating it.-


"WoW this does taist good"