Krillin's Task

[Krillin]

Yemma watched the multitude of faces and glanced at a clock on the wall.

Three o'clock. It was time to begin.

Rising to his feet with a steady tremor, a servant brough the microphone over to the large King, and stood a fair distance away. Rising his hands in emphasis, the large Lord announced, "Welcome to the First Annual Crusty Marathon! Are you guys ready for a great race?"

Two people responded. One in the back gave a whooping yee-haw yodel, while another one in the front began to snore.

Yemma sighed, but continued. "We have just a few things to cover before the event starts, so listen up."

"One, this Marathon will consist of a total of four checkpoints. With those checkpoints and the starting point, there will be a total of Four Legs. You have two days to get from one checkpoint to the next. The final checkpoint will be here, at my Palace. At each checkpoint, you will receive a badge. Unless you come back to my Palace with three badges, you will not be eligible for victory."

"Two, this Marthon consists of a variety of paths which you can take, as evidenced by the Map so wonderfully provided to us by a third-grader and crayons. There are twelve different paths you can take in total, but as has been said, you must pass through three checkpoints in these varying degrees. You may not visit a First Checkpoint, go to a Second Checkpoint, and head backwards to a different First Checkpoint again. You will be disqualified.



Three, along the way there might be obstacles you will have to face. We didn't put them there, but this is the Afterlife after all. Take care with your journey, and you should be fine.

Four, and finally, you will be outfitted with weights. These weights will be attacked to your legs, just above the shin, and will automatically calibrate themselves. This is to keep some of you feistier folks from just flying through the course. This is a foot-race, and we're going to keep it that way."

Attendants rushed around with large donuts with some strange fluid in them, and began to latch them on to the legs of the participants. Some of the warriors resisted, but the attendants were surprisingly strong, and snapped them on easily.

"Oh yes, and don't even bother trying to remove the weights. The same force that is holding you down to the planet is keeping those weights together. Once the competition has drawn to a close, we will automatically dis-attach any weights still in service."

Yemma clapped his hands together, ready to get things moving.

"Then without further ado, the Race has now commenced!"

No one moved. Yemma put his hands on his hips and watched all of contenders.

"That means now. The Race just started. Get your asses moving, and out of my Pavilion."

((OOC: You heard him, the Race has started. The entire event will take place in this forum. Even though you might be at the Heaven (or Hell) checkpoint, we want to keep all topics in this forum for easier access and reading. Just post your topics like this: "Leg #1: King Yemma's to Hell". We will be providing you with obstacles to roleplay about, as a chance to show off your finesse. Now, get out there, and race!))