So tired. Tired of waiting. Tired of waiting for the Quarterly Classic Custom Competition's Summertime Contest Poll. Maybe that one was a stretch...
But, the wait is over. Please welcome the slow marching band!
As clarification, in this poll you are to vote for your favorite entry you see here. This doesn't mean the most polished or the best competitive unit, but if that's your qualifications for favorite I suppose it does! Please note, if you entered this competition you must vote for an entry OTHER than your own.
Additionally, to make clear all discussion is encouraged. Anonymity is "extremely important", so try not to reveal your entry but don't let that stop you from sharing your views on the entries. (It's kinda fun to secretly promote your own entry anyway, right?)
And so, ladies and gentlemen, for your enjoyment:
Alixron Vandos
Bace Kleff
Glack
Bio:
Hjordis Muirgen
Jai Soloreef
Johnathon Jinglepepper
Kage-Oni
Bio:
Rophru
But, the wait is over. Please welcome the slow marching band!
As clarification, in this poll you are to vote for your favorite entry you see here. This doesn't mean the most polished or the best competitive unit, but if that's your qualifications for favorite I suppose it does! Please note, if you entered this competition you must vote for an entry OTHER than your own.
Additionally, to make clear all discussion is encouraged. Anonymity is "extremely important", so try not to reveal your entry but don't let that stop you from sharing your views on the entries. (It's kinda fun to secretly promote your own entry anyway, right?)
And so, ladies and gentlemen, for your enjoyment:
Alixron Vandos
Bace Kleff
Glack
Bio:
Spoiler Alert!
Tired of all this scurrying around, Glack decided to do something about it. Whether or not he is actually helping is another story.
Hjordis Muirgen
Jai Soloreef
Johnathon Jinglepepper
Kage-Oni
Bio:
Spoiler Alert!
You must be careful—so careful—in the woods, my dear. For if ever you find yourself lost in summer twilight, and if you hear the flat, perplexing notes of his koto approaching, you must hide. You must hide immediately and well, for the shadow fiend, with his soul lanterns glowing, is on the march! For if you don't, and he sees you, he'll stop and turn his horned head to you, and you must not meet his gaze; oh no! For if you do, he'll play a new piece, and as his fingers dance across his instrument's strings, so too will the trees' shadows dance across the earth. And in this revelry, their silhouettes too will shift, forming looming monsters and sneering spirits. And the shadow fiend will begin to dissolve into the gloom, leaving only his grim, grinning face exposed.
Then his music will change again, my dear. For the lifeless chords that filled the woods will yield to a hauntingly beautiful melody, mystifying and enrapturing, that envelops you and mires you in a realm of wonder. And the eerie shades will frolic freely in the flickering lantern light. And you'll keep watching that face; that gruesome, three-eyed, snarling face, whose rasping breaths drift to your ear. They'll be soft at first, but loud soon, and then louder still, until they drag you from your stupor with a shudder and a yelp! And then, the laughter of devils and specters will echo through the trees. And then—only then—will you realize the truth: the fiend never stopped his march, and the tree's silhouettes weren't the only parts that changed.
-Folk stories (source unknown)
Then his music will change again, my dear. For the lifeless chords that filled the woods will yield to a hauntingly beautiful melody, mystifying and enrapturing, that envelops you and mires you in a realm of wonder. And the eerie shades will frolic freely in the flickering lantern light. And you'll keep watching that face; that gruesome, three-eyed, snarling face, whose rasping breaths drift to your ear. They'll be soft at first, but loud soon, and then louder still, until they drag you from your stupor with a shudder and a yelp! And then, the laughter of devils and specters will echo through the trees. And then—only then—will you realize the truth: the fiend never stopped his march, and the tree's silhouettes weren't the only parts that changed.
-Folk stories (source unknown)
Rophru
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