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From: sn0welf@aol.com (SN0W ELF)
Subject: Re: [OW!] (NC and maybe NS) 1st Annual OtakuWorld awards!
Date: 03 Jan 1999 00:00:00 GMT
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(forwarded to Jason Bramlett, but I don't have SJR's addy.... anyone care to
help?)

 samurai824@aol.com wrote:
>In a large auditorium set up in the middle of the great Otaku Desert, mayny
>named and unnamed warriors had gathered for a very important reason....
>
>At least they HOPED it was important....
>
>Cape-Mike, resplendant in a tuxedo(along with his cape), stepped out from
>behind a curtain and the spotlights appeared on him...
>
>...only to sweatdrop when a NO yelled; "Oh my god, it's Tuxedo Kamen!!"....
>
>An anvil promptly killed the offending NO and CM cleared his throat;
>"Ahem...welcome ladies, gentlemen, and other assorted denizens of OtakuWorld
>to
>the first annual(and I hope not the last) OtakuWorld awards!  This is to be a
>fun format for awards I believe should be given out to those of us who have
>earned them...whether we like it or not!  The awards will range from the
>serious to the silly, and everything in between; I'll start things off by
>naming a few awards of my own, and leaving it to anyone else out there to add
>awards of their own! (1)
>



>Much appreciative applause reverberated throughout the auditorium, and CM
>waited for reletive silence before speaking again; "My only regret is that
>neither of these two can be here to accept this award from the bottom of
>my(And my author's) heart....  It's thanks to them that insane maniacs like me
can
>try to take over the world on nothing more than a whim!!
>BWAHAHAHAHAH!!!-er....sorry...."  He shuffled a few notes, and went on.... 
>"And now, I'll also start the silly awards with the 'Most often mangled name
>award'; needless to say, this award goes to NyaCrescentMoonWand!!!  He can
>come up here and get his award whenever he feels like it!"  Music began to
play;
>"Well, it looks like we're heading for a commercial break, so stay with me
>now, o.k.?  Be right back soon!!"
>
>TBC by anyone....

   The awards were rather loudly interrupted by several explosions outside and
the arrival of the Off-Balance Golf Cart of Death, driving at
top speed up the center aisle of the awards-ceremony-place-thingy. With much
screeching of tires and expelling of diesel fumes, the cart-cum-taxi-cum-heavy
assault vehicle halted next to the podium, and the doors were flung open.
NC-Shamus, resplendent in a new zoot-suit, and the Bug, with a freshly-pressed
cloak, hopped out and stepped up to the aforementioned podium. 
    "Hey, wow, I just flew in from the AmiMech, and boy are my arms tired!"
NC-Shamus joked... failing miserably at getting any laughs. The Bug sighed, and
pulled out his script 
   "Okay, we're here to present the.. ah, "Best March to the Sea by a group of
Jawas and their Human Overseers" award. Well, not surprisingly, the award goes
to Jason Bramlett, Sailor Jessica Rabbit, and the Jawas under their command!
Let's give 'em a hand, eh?" much clapping and cheering ensued. NC-Shamus hushed
the crowd after a moment, and stepped over to a tarp-draped object on the
stage. "And now, we'll be sending the award by airmail straight to Mr. Bramlett
and Madame Rabbit!" with that, he drew the tarp off, revealing an oversized
mortar. Dropping the award in, he stepped back and prseed a nearby button,
opening a hatch in the roof for the mortar to fire through. Unfortunately, the
award completely missed the hatch when the mortar fired, and left a rather
sizeable hole in the roof. But eh, that's not my problem.

<"Meanwhile..." -scene-switch>

   Cap'n Blood stomped about the deck of the Festering Pit, muttering pirateish
mutterings. Suddenly, his skulking was interrupted, by a small metal award-type
object intersecting with his head "Anna Dammit! What was that?"

<"At that very moment, not too far away from your home..." -scene switch>

   There was a loud thumping outside, and several OSDF mechs burst in, let's
say Novas, they're kinda short and might be able to get through the doorway
quicker, er, nevermind, I'm babbling. So anyway, NC-Shamus, out of his reverie
once again, frowned at the approaching entourage, and, judging their intents as
not to hand out popcorn or some such, he jumped into the OBGCoD with Bug
and tore offstage, yelling out the window "Back to you, Tuxedo- er, Cape-Mike!
And I believe we'll be back later, whenever the author thinks up some more
awards..."

>(1) Basically, anyone can come up to the stage just like on the Grammys, or
>Academy awards and hand out what they'd like!  Just be sure to dress up!  :)

>Michael Stancel  
>-------------------------  ICQ# 10130135
>http://members.aol.com/samurai824/index.html   and  tokyo/palace/6458
>'Death to the opposition!'  -Worf, from a recent DS9 episode-

   Tuxedo James/Shamus