(I am giddy with joy to see this wonderful RP thread revived...now then, let's get this...seemingly started.)
The old man fixed his rugged bow tie while his crew prepared the stage for his announcements of this event. Men, women, children, reploids and other beings gathered around the city's massive plaza. The Sparkvanian competitors readied their vehicles for the race. Checking their engines, and tuning their rides, and checking their horses' shoe size. Among the competitors, the empress of Sparkvania made her metallic tent, where she watched from her throne, enjoying delicious and sugary sweets.
"All is going well, Mr. Hatter." One of the crew members told his rusty looking boss.
"Splendid! Splendid! And just in time too, 'cause I'm gonna make the final announcement before the show really starts! KYO HO HO HO!!" The top hat wearing man bemused.
*cough, cough*
WIEEEELLLCOOOMME EVERYONE!!!
Unless you have forgotten, today, YOU! The people of RPM are to race the POWERFUL, FEARFUL, UNHYGE-VERY CLEANLY AND SOPHISTICATED,
SPAAAHHHRKVAAANIAAANSSS!!!
And what is the grand prize for this race, you ask? Again, if you've been living under a rock this past few minutes, the GRAND PRIZE of this race is our very own home,
R P M!!!
I, your glamorous host, Mr. P.H.D. Hatter, will explain the rules of this in the following hour.
So in the mean time, those who haven't yet signed their names for the event, please go to the signing booths now.
And remember, THE FATE OF OUR HOME DEPENDS ON IT!!!
The rugged old man, stepped down from the stage and proceeded to descend the small stairs leading to his trailer/ But before he could rest his lungs and throat for the start of the show, he came back up to the stage, and said:
"..Before I forget, I have to warn you all. This race will be very risky and dangerous. I hope that those who still wish to compete a fully aware of this. In fact, there is a change some of you might not make it back to your homes...at least not unless you're in a coffin..." Mr.Hatter said in a grim tone.
"With that said, I HOPE YOU ALL HAVE A FUN TIME!!! KYO HO HO HO HO HO!" He said cheerfully.
With that said, the crew members finished setting up the booths and the rest of the stage. Though a bit weary of the challenge, those who were brave enough came up to the center plaza and began signing their names on the list. People both young and old signed their names and went back to their homes to get their riding vehicles to compete in the race. And though most of them were frightened, they knew what was at stake for them.
So they signed, signed in hopes that the army of Sparkvania could be halted long enough so that the missing, beautifully sexylicious, Queen Vixy or the duke of awesome, King Proto Blues I would come and save them, or at the very least, some of the local heroes of RPM would come to their daring rescue in the nick of time.
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And with that, this racing arc may continue.