[Video - forward-dated to tomorrow afternoon]

[archangelofderp]

Ladies and gentlemen!

[What is Michael wearing... Evidently he thought the occasion was enough for him to get dressed up like a rock star. He smiles into the video camera, and adjusts it a little to look out over a large stage.]

Today certain contestants have been preparing and the time is here~ In a moment I'll start recording each of their entrances. When I am finished, you viewers at home will receive, hm, let's say one vote to give to the best competitors!

Remember, the prizes go to charity, and it's all in good fun. Please enjoy everyone's hard work!

[Each competitor will have their own thread in which to post their outfit and entrance and where everyone can mock them. There'll be another thread for voting after that!

This is going up a little early so the competitors have time to see it and get their threads going.]

Comments

[material_guy]

Technology just ain't cranked out nothing that beats the real thing yet.

[tenminutes]

There you go, you've found your calling. Go invent something. You'll be rich and famous and solve the world's problems.

[material_guy]

Fuckdoll's pretty low on the list of things I got people working on right now.

[tenminutes]

What do you guys do anyway?

[ Like she has no actual idea what Greed does. ]

[material_guy]

We got the bar, the books, the whole group living thing...

[tenminutes]

Books?

[material_guy]

Tabs, debts. Bookkeeping.

[tenminutes]

I don't know that it takes a whole crew to do that.

[material_guy]

Some people need to be reminded about their bills sometimes. There's the other bar stuff, the group living, food getting, cleaning, cooking, stocking stuff, figuring out the best supply chain to go with, the pick-up...

[tenminutes]

That's just basic survival stuff isn't it?

[material_guy]

The higher your standard of living, the more complicated "basic" survival gets.

[tenminutes]

You should consider hiring a maid so you can go do something entertaining.

[material_guy]

We got people assigned the clean up stuff. I can go do whatever I want, I run this shit.

[tenminutes]

Okay, what do you do besides tell other people to do that stuff then? And stick balloons down your shirt.

[material_guy]

[He proceeds to squish the balloons together, making them make a squeaky noise.] Don't make it sound like nothing. I had to blow 'em up myself.

[tenminutes]

Congratulations, you've reached the accomplishment level of a 4 year old.

[material_guy]

[Squeaky squeaky. Squeaky.]

[tenminutes]

Same attention span, too.

[material_guy]

Sorry, you say somethin'?

[tenminutes]

Thanks for proving my point. When's your birthday?

[material_guy]

Don't know.

[tenminutes]

I would've thought you'd at least made one up by now. You know when your birthday passes everyone has to give you a bunch of free stuff just for being alive, right?

[material_guy]

Who'd limit that to one day a year? Do you know who I am?

[tenminutes]

Well you can still get stuff year around like normal, but this is the one day a year when people are required to think of their own stuff to get you and just give you stuff because they like you.

Anyway, if you don't want it then it's set in stone and I won't get you anything.

[ She was going to get him one of those boob mousepads, that's why this came up, but too late. ]

[material_guy]

If you wanna pay tribute, I'm open to it any time.