Paulus sat in the corner of his bedroom with his head in his hands. The battle had been long and hard but victory was in his sights. He'd been so sure. He'd had it all...
He was...winner....
As he looked into the empty beer bottle he screamed, throwing it against the wall in a fit of rage. The suds of beer scattered all over some pokemon toys and games. What a loser. A man of twenty four who lived for the games of children.
He slumped down on his bed, head in his hands. He was a loser. He was not winner....he was.....loser.
As he sobbed into his arm once more he glanced out of the curtain into the rainy night sky. An army of slugs congregated on his pavement. Moths flittered aimlessly at the window, each one causing a visible shudder.
Paulus closed the curtains and shivered.
It had been over a month...since that fateful day. He'd never been the same since. His online activity had spiraled into chaos because he couldn't face them. He couldn't face his peers, whom he had once considered his underlings. He was a proud admin. He was ruler of the free internet. And he had dreams.
Now his dreams were haunted by the face of the one. The glasses glared upwards with evil intent. The pale Icelandic skin with flushed cheeks mocked him. The face of his nightmares. It was...it was....
His eyes snapped back to reality. Everything looked like him. Everything looked like the one who had done this. The one who had instigated his fall from grace. He no longer worked or posted.
He only very vaguely survived, often forgetting to eat.
It was then that something snapped inside the mind of Paulus.
"The..."
He looked back outside as a moth fluttered in through a crack beneath the window. Grabbing a large Guiness World Records book full of arbitrary crap, he slammed hard into the moth carcass. The moth was the one. The moth was the grinning Icelander. And he was...
He was winner.
Paulus stood bolt upright and yelled out into the 3 AM night.
"THE SHOW MUST GO ON!!!!!!" He screamed at the top of his lungs. Later this would cause his family downstairs to awaken and complain. It didn't bother him that he was a man of twenty four living in his parents' loft. He was no longer a loser.
He lost the match but the tournament wasn't over. And the Icelander had not won yet.
He would be defeated. And the battle would not be over until somebody took him down.
He looked at the names on the list. Boc, Dylan, Malion. Possibilities. Hupu...less possibilities. Drr...Wikey...Interesting combination...
Vespis....
Glancing at the line-up with an encroaching grin, Paulus rubbed his hands menacingly. Vespis.
"You must win...Vespis...." Said Paulus quietly.
"YOU MUST WIN!!!" He screamed out again into the night. This caused a cat to scream outside.
"The show will go on." Said Paulus firmly.
"Until Ari is the biggest loser....of all time."
After much delay welcome to round 2!
You know the drill, book your time and date. I'd ask you to do it within the week but I'd wind up with even more egg on my already yolk-covered visage.
Have fun!
(And Vespis, you know what to do)
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