-JustMyself- walks on stage. Taking his seat at a throne.
7 warriors of the pen stood in front of him. He stared lazily at each of them one by one.
"Hmph, You seven have climbed all the way to this point, the highest point of a warriors life, The OMF Poetry Competition. You have all done well but, alas, only one can become, The Warrior of warriors and wield the mighty pen, the Eraser of Ink, the only pen known to be able to erase mistakes, written and unwritten." (Make sense of that mothafuckas xd)
Looking up, he smiled as the planets aligned perfectly.
"It is time."
With a snap of his finger, servants came out, bearing three chests. One Bronze, one Silver, and One Gold.
"Thread step forward"
A man stepped forward, his neck wearing many medal. He was a veteran of the competitions, a legend. JM nodded in his direction and grabbed the Bronze chest, walking to Thread and stopping in front of him.
"Thread, for your poem, He Kneels, you have been awarded the Bronze pen, use it wisely"
Jm opened the chest and allowed Thread to pull out....
Turning around and giving the chest to a servant he took the Silver chest from the next, he then turned towards the seven.
"Oben step forward"
Another man stepped forward, no medals hung from his neck, a newcomer. JM walked to him, yawning as he walked. (Heheh ;P)
"Oben for your poem that you decided not to name, you have been awarded Silver Pen, use it more wisely then Thread"
Jm opened the Silver chest. Oben reached in an pulled out...
Turning around he retrieved the Gold Chest, then spun around again and looked at the seven again."Tale step forward"
*Yet another man stepped forward. (They weren't lying about no woman on the internet.)A newcomer soon to be winner. JM walked to him."For your poem that, like oben, you did not name, you have been awarded the Eraser of Ink, you do not have to use it wisely for it can erase your mistakes. So go green and save some paper."
*Jm opened the chest. Tale reached in and pulled out....
Jm turned and gave the Gold Chest back to the servant who then ran off with the other servants. He then sat back down in his throne.
"You have all done well, and should be proud. So go home, be with your families, rejoice and be happy. Tale, speak with me privately late, you will be picking the theme of the next competition"
JM burst into flames and disappeared from the room.