The President Of Blackstar

[addman]

((Regardless of how things turn out in the Death Of A God RP, this is a What If? scenario in the event of DP's death.))

To say the Psychotopian people were in disarray would be to say that the sky in Psychotopia is a sort of yellowy-brown colour on a Wednesday. Since their resident God and protector DP had fallen to that old devil called death, the general populace was leaderless and directionless. Their society had not thought of such a scenario due to the fact that they were ruled by an immortal who, by definition, should have stuck around until the end of time itself.

High ranking officials and officers of the Psychotopian political climate banded together in a desperate attempt to install a powerbase over the Psychotopians once again, but their hasty conception led to further trouble as the residents of Psychotopia protested against the makeshift government of these unelected no hopers. This shell management did not have the resources to establish a peacekeeping force quickly enough to quell any rebellions, and civilians (office workers and ex-soldiers alike) took to the streets. Some established peaceful protests, whilst others threw exploding duck excrement at political landmarks.

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Addman headed down the presidential avenue with a group of highly trained grunts he had handpicked from the EC's workforce. Some wore shades and kept to either side of the muppet as though they were private bodyguards, whilst others just followed behind in a group of around 8. A couple carried large speakers, whilst others carried what looked like a small stage in tow.

Around them, the rebeliions had grown strong, forced open the security gates of the main presidential building and ran amock in the grounds. One Psychotopian male roosted in a birdbath whilst making clucking noises. He was either protesting against the government's newly established mutant chicken tax, or he was simpy clucking crazy. Although in Psychotopia, the two would not be mutually exclusive. Other people carried torches, pitchforks, and other cliched items and chanted catchy slogans such as "Just Do It" or "Always Coca-Cola" in leiu of creating their own original material.

A firebomb flew over Addman's head and landed on the floor in front of him, causing him and his group of grunts to detour around it, but their direction remained the same, the steps of the presidential building.

Since the security force had barricaded itself inside, the grunts had no problem marching right up to the front of the building and setting up a small soapbox, whilst others began erecting oversized speakers. One of them also began to set up a tripod for a camera whilst Addman surveyed the scene. There were masses of people causing masses of untold damage to the grounds, whereas many more crowded around the gates to watch the commotion. This would be a perfect place to declare his bid to the world.

A few moments later, and a few innocents getting trampled to death by the nearby hoardes later, the stage was set up. Placing a clip on tie on the front of himself where he assumed a neck should be, Addman stepped onto the soap box and tapped his microphone. A loud thud echoed from the speakers on either side of him, causing some of the rioters to take notice and stop shovelling grass into their mouths (as is protocol with such riots here). The grun operating the camera began to count down on his hand silently as another grunt draped an oversized blue rug behind Addman for a nice background.

"My fellow Dojoians" His voice boomed out across the grounds, and through a pirate television transmition across the city, and indeed, the whole of the Dojo. "Are you tired of this mindless violence that has plagued our streets for so long? Are you tired of this ramshackle government who cannot keep you all line? Are you tired of politicians not telling you what to do anymore? I am here to help you."

"I am putting in my bid for a new presidency of Blackstar. One with myself in the lead role. As president, I promise that I shall keep every single one of you in check for your own safety by imposing a curfew at 27 Quarks past Blurms (or 6PM for those not in Psychotopia right now). I also pledge to promptly install a vast peacekeeping regime to support this curfew by offering tax breaks and free ice cream to anyone who wants to join the peacekeepers."

"Since I stand unopposed at this moment in time, I shall take over Presidency duties as soon as we destroy those cowards inside the building. For more information on my policies, visit www.omgwtf.org. Now my minions, let us take this building!"

The crowd seemed fairly impressed. It had been a long time since they had eaten ice cream.

((Short Version: DP is dead, people are riotting, and Addman wants control of Blackstar by installing his own regime. Feel free to join in by joining Addman, opposing him, or even submitting your own bid to rule Blackstar.))

[Cirrial]

Suddenly, cutting through the crowd like a knife made entirely out of fire (save the handle, as otherwise it'd be somewhat pointless) through extra-slippery butter, a barely organised mob of quadrupedal slightly insectoid creatures storm through the city, variously black and white but all dressed in light blues. A few of the collective horde wave large flags bearing a certain circular emblem, with three broken circles, and three triangles.

They swarm around in an effort to appear inconspicous and part of the riots, while the Psychotopian citizens variously stop what they're doing, stare wildly, start shouting at them, or, more commonly, begin to start throwing exploding duck excrement at them instead of the monuments.

From the sky, a blue point turns into a line, which turns into a trail, which turns into something obviously falling at high speeds. Silence segues into a single constant scream of either terror or exhilaration. And very possibly both at once.

While the assembled group of saa-kru, a major member species in the Maratix corpor-nation, try and fail to appear both nonchalant while keeping an area across from the presidential building clear, the falling object swoops and curves in the sky, and finally falls down low enough to be seen in greater detail.

501 looks down over the rioting crowds. Woah. And I thought that little outbreak on Voyager's Salvation was pretty bad...

He swoops down and aims for the direct centre of the rapidly shrinking clearing the saa-kru are trying to establish.

---

Down below, a handful of rioters are occupied with smearing a specific shade of greenish-purple over an ex-statue of the one who once lead Psychotopia and the lands across the world, Dau'Pay. It isn't so much an attempt at political defacement as an attempt to hop on the bandwagon. One of the painters, looking intently at his work, stops to spray a can of "Hair-Rot-B-Gone" on his bald scalp.

Suddenly, one of them points to the sky. "Strewth and begorrah! What in th' name o' Carl is that?!" Another citizen stares wide-eyed in the skies. "It's him, Farquharson! The alien from beyond the stars! Did the prophecy not say 'And lo, the New Leader did fall from the Skies and was the image of a Robot Mutant Chicken'?!"

Another member of the oddly numerous and even more oddly organised cluster interrupts. "If he's anything like that last one, I say we scoop out the luxurious gold inside and live as kings among the poor!"

--

The saa-kru mutter amongst themselves in their native language of Tz-tk, sounding as an incomprehensible series of clicks and buzzes and rattles, interspersed with vaguely humanoid sounds, to the untrained ear.

"<I thought you said he'd be here by now!>" "<Hey, I'm not the one who flinches whenever someone raises so much as one digit!>" "<YOU'RE STANDING ON TWO OF MY FEET!>" "<Ow! Ow! OW! I don't like these humans! I like the ones back home better!>"

Suddenly, with a loud swoosh and an assortment of fancy hi-tech noises, 501 lands on both his feet cleanly and elegantly from the skies, his faint blue aftertrail fading into nothing. Most of the rioters around the saa-kru circle stop to take this in, and the other rioters have already lost interest by this point.

With a slight feedback noise like an amplifier being switched on, 501 flings his arms out into the air. He speaks much louder than normal, his voicebox set to "Motivational Speech To The Masses" volume.

"Assorted peoples of Blackstar! You are divided! You are leaderless! You are afraid of what has become of your once glorious city!"

One of the saa-kru quietly sidles up to 501 and places an empty metal crate, about the same size as a soapbox, next to 501. 501 then nods and stands on it, and stands tall, one arm placed across his cylindrical torso. He looks into the skies, his head held high.

"But fear not, Psychotopia! For from the ashes of the old reign comes the pheonix of the new! For you see, in this time of darkness, we can stand tall, united, and begin a new era! I offer you not a chance to return to the stable lives you once knew, but a chance to return to lives far superior! Blackstar will become the newest member of the mighty Floating Arm alliance, and together we can bring forth a new era of peace, prosperity and productivity!"

From within the crowd of saa-kru, Ak-tse winds through to 501, a radio holstered to his side and wires trailing from it wound around his attennae. He tugs at 501's arm, subtly and urgently. "We have a problem, 501. Someone ELSE is running for presidency. And they're kind of... well, by default, they became president about, oh, seventy eight alks or two minutes ago. And we don't know who it is yet, but they've installed some kind of peacekeeping militia force."

501, still with his voice set on loudspeaker mode, replies. "...Ah. ...Well. My comrades, listen not to the words of that blaggard, that dishonourable cur, that scurvy villain! Maratix is the one true path of now and forever for the world, and - " He presses a panel on his right wrist. " - together, we can end this fairly recent reign of tyranny!"

On cue, through the skies streak a V-flying formation of Maratix "Luminir" class ships, looking like smooth tapered cones with tapering spikes jutting out behind them, a large torus around the middle of the ships. They roll and dive, crackles of cyan warp energy trailing behind them.

501 throws his arms even higher, lifting himself into the air briefly.

"WHO'S WITH ME?!"

Even the crickets refuse to chirp. However, the group of Psychotopian citizens earlier painting the statue barge their way through. "Oh metal alien overlord! We will do as you say for eternity!"

501's head twitches slightly as he recognises the group. "Oh... for the love of... RIGHT, PEOPLE! REMEMBER ME? I'M THE SAME ROBOT FROM A FEW WEEKS AGO!"

Suddenly, the crowd all swarms toward 501, the saa-kru fleeing out of fear of being crushed. Very slowly and painfully, 501 is lifted into the air by a team of twelve people. "¿Estás un dios, mandaron aquí para te soltamos de grilletes de injusticia?" "ROBOT OVERLORD! ROBOT OVERLORD!" "¡Estás un regalo de el cielo! Nos estás honrado que te sirvamos." "We're in your debt, space chicken!" "Su cuerpo está muy brillante y durísimo, con articulacións curioso. ¿Dondé estás, gallina intergaláctico, y como te podemos?"

Oh what have I got myself into NOW...

((If you're not sure/you weren't there, apparently the specific rioters in this crowd are the same that as a whole accosted 501 when he was searching for a Mr. Philip Angelos, aka "Blue".))

[Kazumaru]

Meanwhile, in the slums of Psychotopia, Kazumaru was making promises to the crowd. "People of Psychotopia! As your maleovolent overlord, I promise to do away with all forms of social safety nets and to replace all public officials aside from myself with AI systems! I promise to purge undesirables! I promise to rule with an iron fist!"

Dead silence.

"I shall ruin the economy, I will get us in wars! Who's with me?!"

Dead silence.

"... Zeitgeist."

All of a sudden, the crowd, not knowing what the word actually meant, broke into applause and cheers.

Kazumaru grinned, imitating the V for Victory pose. I'm so smart~

[addman]

From across the presidential gardens, Addman watched as a potential adversary landed in a rather dramatic fashion and made a rather showy entrance compared to his own meager setup. The muppet wasn't the type to be upstaged like this, and secretly wished he hadn't dropped out of those parachute lessons after finding the cloth that parachutes are made out of to be particulary tasty, but not very functional with chunks bitten out of them.

This tin can appeared to be already known around these parts as the crowds greeted him with a mixture of worship or mind-bending terror as they ran wildly into the nearby cow pond.

"Do not listen to that can of spam! He has not even mentioned any of his policies yet. I, on the other hand, intend to install little microchips into all of you. These microchips will be used to administer chocolate into you when you like, and will certainly not be used to give you an electric shock when you get out of line, I promise. I doubt that the other candidate could make you that same promise."

Confident that his new, made up on the spot policy would go down a treat, Addman was pleased to see that the crowds eyes were upon him once again. It was obvious that people preferred chocolate to killer robots, and also appreciated the lie that they wouldn't recieve electric shocks at whim.

"In fact, I am so confident that I am the right candidate for President that I challenge that pretender to a Presidential Election! We shall hold a poll in a few days to allow you, the public, to choose who will rule over you. What say you, tin man?"

[Cirrial]

501, having earlier managed to drop out of the vice-like grip of the dozen crazed (but no more than usual) citizens holding him aloft in the air, budges and shoves his way back to his soapbox, and stands on it, looking over to the fluffy blue sight of Addman. ...Ah, dammit, why'd he have to be blue too?! Blue was going to be my colour gimmick thingy!

"My loyal citizens! My adversary speaks lies! He is nothing more than a puppet for corrupt conspiratorial forces that secretly intend to replace you overnight with evil robot twin duplicates that do nothing but smile and frequently comment on how lemony the rain can be at times! And without my careful guidance and watchful eyes, such an invasion of government snatchers of bodies will go unnoticed!"

He points to Addman. "You, sir, are completely against everything these people stand for!" whatever they stand for

"As for my policies, I shall see to it that the glorious world of Blackstar will be lead to prosperity under the vigilant rule of Maratix, the greatest corporation nation in this universe and several others!" Quickly losing track of any kind of planned speech in his head, he tries to improvise. "Because, uh, Blackstar has always needed to be run by the corporations and not the corrupt political figures that... er... um..."

Inside the heads of some of the assembled masses, dusty gears of thought begin to turn. "Blackstar needs to be run by the Corporation?..."

The once-amiable group surrounding 501 suddenly breaks out into a more violent riot than before, beating each other up before realising it'd be best to set upon 501. "I TOLD YOU HE WAS WITH THE CHICKENS!" "Hey, birdface, why don't you go show THIS to the man?!" "I'm confused. Why are we rioting again?"

501 backs away slowly, waving his arms in front of him. "Woah, woah, no, I didn't mean that! It was a test! The puppet made me say it! Together we can overcome his lies! At least I assume it's a he! THERE WON'T BE ANY CHOCOLATE IN THOSE MICROCHIPS!"

The mob descends on him and begins beating him with whatever they can find. 501 initially starts to scream in pain until he realises that the massed mob has decided to use, en masse, rotten fish as their implements of choice. His scream of terror dies down into a prolonged mumble of mild protests. "Hey... no... hey... Aw, come on... Stop, it's really annoying! Aw, please? Why fish?"

He flings an arm into the sky and shouts. "You haven't won yet, opposing candidate! This isn't over! The polls never lie-" He is interrupted from shouting anything else when a proud and determined citizen drops an abnormally large fish on his head. "Mmf! Mmmf! Mt thif fm ff f mm! FFFTTHH!"

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru marched towards the capitol building, inexplicably losing his followers along the way.

He stopped when he saw the blue figures. "... why'd they have to blue?" he grumbled, looking at the blue bandana he was going to tie on his head. "Blue was gonna be my thing..."

[LordPsycho]

Out of the crowd walked an individual, hidden inside a travelling cloak.

"You seek to lead the great nation of Psychotopia, and Blackstar beyond it - but let me ask you both a question? Are any of you actually from Psychotopia."

He then turn towards the crowd, still hiding his face in his cloak.

"Great people of Psychotopia! Do we dare let these outsiders quarrel over who is fit to lead us, when it is clear that neither knows what it means to be Psychotopian? Have we fallen so low as to let these off worlders think they can come in an rule over us? Nay, I say! We deserve some one from Psychotopia, some one who knows our people. Someone like...me!"

He had not intended to say it, but the more the thought about it, why not. It's would be much easier to lead than manipulate the leader.

"Yes, me. I have worked inside government for as long as I've been working! I say we elect someone who knows Psychotopia inside and out! For Au'Marui, for Psychotoia!"

He gives his final dramatic yell, and waits for the applause....which doesn't come. Finally, some one coughs up.

"Exactly who are you...and how do we know you speak the truth about -you know- working for Dau'Pay?"

Fair enough the stranger thought.

"I am Au---Um---Da--um Tom. That's it, AuumDaumTom. And as for how you know I'm telling the truth - how many people who haven't worked with Dau'Pay have one of these?"

As he speaks, he pulls his arm out of the cloak, revealing a distinctive Psychotopain Warp Exploratory Corp Armband - something you could only get by joining DP's elite guard.

((Wow - wonder who this "stranger" is?))

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru slipped through the crowd as the stranger spoke, appearing near the others quickly. He looked at the stranger.

"You may have worked for him..." the spirit's voice boomed out. I'm going to regret this in five minutes. "... But did you fight for him?"

"When the Evil Council attempted to take over our glorious planet, where were you, AuuDaumTom? While I fought bravely against the aggressors, I don't remember seeing your face down in the trenches."

Kazumaru then turned to the crowd, instinctively making himself raise off the ground a bit. "Why vote for this coward, who stood by while our glorious world was invaded? I've been on the front lines for every invasion in the last few years! If I am made overlord, I promise to stem the tide of invasions by destroying uninabited islands and replacing all other officials with AI!"

The spirit's body lowered back to the ground. Whoa. I was flying! Woohoo~!

[addman]

Addman watched as his main rival was suddenly overcome by an angry mob. He doubted this was the last he'd seen of him, since he said as much in his leaving speech. Before he had time to revel in this small victory (and Addman did so love revelling), two new figures showed up. One of them wore a travelling cloak to obscure his identity and began and tirade against Addman's fantastic policies. How dare he? It was time to destroy this competitor with his amazing, well-oiled PR hype building machine

"My cloaked friend here knows nothing of my past. I am from Psychotopia and have been my entire life. Let me break it down for you."

In order to win favour with the young population of Psychotopia, Addman had been practising his freestyle rapping, and was prepared to break out into rap as and when needed during this campaign.

"Yo yo yo,

In West Psychotopia, born and raised,
A mutant chicken farm is where I spent most of my days,
Chilling out max and relaxing all cool,
And cleaning some wall slime out of ma pool,
When a certain known God who wasn't feelin' so good,
Started dying and ruining my neighbourhood,
So I got a crack team and I smartened my hair,
And prepared for a journey down here, to Bel Air,

Then I realised I should instead head right here,
I whistled for a cab which had lice on the mirror,
I could say this cab was unclean and s***y,
But I thought 'Nah forget it, yo holmes, to the city!

I pulled up to the city about half past four,
Where I saw rioters burn cars, pets, and more,
Looked at my future kingdom, this flaming utopia,
I'm here to stand tall as the King Of Psychotopia,"

[KC11]

PLOP

The television in KC11's cave suddenly displayed Addman's bid for presidency. KC had been happily staring at the TV while eating her light snack of antelope when the news had suddenly shot across her brain. Her mouth fell open, and a bit of antelope meat fell onto the cave floor.

"Addman for president?" asked KC, ignoring the bit of meat that was now being eaten by a rather huge rat with three eyes. "What is the world coming to? First DP, an IMMORTAL GOD, dies. Then the riots break out. Now this."

Suddenly, she heard a great cry from another room in the cave.

"ADDMAN FOR PRESIDENT!" screeched the voice. "I SUPPORT!"

"Maybe I should take that TV out of Demetris's room." thought KC. Demetris suddenly danced in, waving about a quickly made sign displaying Addman's image (or, more accuratly, a mishapen blue splatter with two black dots on it) and below it the words "ADDMAN FOR PRESIDENT".

"Demetris, you are NOT going outside with that sign." said KC.

"I can if I want to." said Demetris, sticking her tounge out at KC. She then danced out of the cave.

"DEMETRIS!" yelled KC, but Demetris had already taken off. KC sighed and sank into her couch a bit deeper. Oh well. At least there wouldn't be anymore uproars in this cave....

"ADDMAN FOR PRESIDENT?"

"And I have to take the TV out of Jesten's room too." thought KC glumly. Jesten suddenly ran into the room and pressed his face to KC's TV, his glasses making a soft clinking noise against the glass.

"IT CAN'T BE HAPPENING!" yelled Jesten, suddenly getting up from the TV and smacking his forehead. This resulted in his glasses falling off, and he had to bend down and pick them up before he could continue his dramatic speech. "THE WORLD IS COMING TO AN END! A BOMB MAY AS WELL FALL DOWN ON US NOW!"

He rushed back into his room. When he came out, he was holding a sign with Addman's image (again, a mishapen blue blob, although this time above the "eyes" were two black lines that were both pointed downward, ment to resemble evil eyebrows) and underneath it the words "DO NOT VOTE FOR ADDMAN!"

"JESTEN..." but before KC could catch Jesten, he had bounded out of the cave.

KC sighed, once again sinking into her chair. Demetris and Jesten could get themselves killed out there by the mobs. Of course, this wasn't a biggy, seeing as they would come back to live within a few hours (or days, depending on how mashed up their bodies were) but it would be quite annoying dealing with the mess.

She looked at the TV. An alien had just come on and made his own speech.

"Terrific." thought KC11. First Addman, then aliens. Now we just need a mysterious person in a cloak to show up. Oh, there he is now."

KC sighed. And thought.

"President of Blackstar." thought KC11. "President of Blackstar...."

Suddenly, her mind was filled with the image of her standing on a podium, giving her own personal speech (I Have Some Chocolate Bars) and watching the people cheering her. She imagined herself sitting in the huge office, giving orders to people ("OFF WITH HIS.... PHLAGILUM!") and sponsering scientific research ("I, KC11, vow to sponser research that will once and for all silence my alter ego.")

Nice.... said her alter ego in her head. Real nice KC. And I suppose you also intend to sponser research to allow your eyes to change color?

"Exactly." said KC, a grin on her dragon face.

It was the best way to ensure that Addman didn't become president. It was the best way to ensure the happiness of Blackstar. And it came with great perks.

KC11 was going to run for president.

"Guard the cave, Narc." she said, getting up off the couch. "I've got something to do."

The little elemental, currently in the form of a bipedal lion, saluted her. KC walked to the edge of the cave and took off, laughing to the sky as a plan formed in her mind.

[Maraha]

Meanwhile, in Maraha's quarters within the Evil Cave, Maraha (in her human form) was sitting on a rather smelly couch in front of a rather misshapen television as she watched all the wannabe presidents. "Addman for president? Although just the thought of some deranged bio-muppet ruling Psychotopia would bring eternal laughter to my soul, I just don't think that would work." She turned to see Triste looming over her, glaring at her with his dark blue eyes. "What?" She asked. She didn't quite enjoy having a vampire, who craves her blood, looming over her. "Oh I know, maybe I should run for president!"

Silence...

...untill Triste broke out laughing. Maraha nodded before stretching out across the couch, trying to find a more comfortable position. "Eeeyn, there... Exactly! It seems everyone is planning to rule the place, I think I'll just sit and watch." Triste wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes, and after catching his breath, walked over to the television and pressed the power button. "Hey! I was watching that..." "Your point? Why don't you go out and get some exercise or something? Maybe you could build your own city in your hat and hide there until this whole fiasco is over?"

Maraha sat up before she began grooming her invisible mustach. "I like that idea, but I haven't been inside my hat in a long time... things tend to mutate over time and... try to eat me... Bah! Maybe I can visit a friend and see what they think of this whole thing, no wait, I've a better idea! Let's just have a tea party, I hate politics." After she eventually managed to get herself off the couch, she quickly ran out the door, and braved the terrors known as the Evil Cave just to get to the entrance. Of course, Triste followed grudgingly, having nothing better to do.

Once outside the cave, she set her hands on her hips and looked back at Triste. "So, who to visit first? KC is usually awake at this time, isn't she? How about a chat?" Maraha suggested. Triste opened his mouth to protest, but Maraha had already grabbed his arm and began dragging him through the black forest. After what felt like hours, Triste finally spoke up. "By bahamut, Maraha! Why don't you just shapeshift into a dragon!?"

...

"Oh yeah. But be patient, it takes a little while." Maraha said, releasing Triste's sore arm from her tight grasp. She took a few steps away from him, and stood entirely still, and then the transformation began. Eventually, a white dragon stood where a small human Maraha once did. "Rawr. You can fly, so stay of my back." She said before pumping her wings and taking off. Triste grumbled then grudgingly took off after her.

(DX It's been so long since I've really RPed here in Blackstar... I'm getting so rusty. Please excuse the terribleness of it all.)

[Tamae]

What is with it with these useless riots?

This was what Tamae thought as she, clothed in her typical cloak, walked through the streets of Psychotopia, glancing around her.

When DP had first died, had she cared? Nope. If it didn't affect her well-being, she could care less about what happened.

Now, it seemed, word had spread down to the Southern Frontier that several beings were running for President. Useless democracy!

What this realm needed was a Dictator. A good, strong, perhaps slightly tyrannical dictator.

There was no question in her mind that she was the perfect person for the job, gender issues asside.

By coincidence, she happened to be nearby as Addman broke out into a rap, trying to tell a man by the name of "AuumDaumTom" that he was a better canidate for "king". She glanced at the muppet with a little interest.

So this is the one who seeks the presidency, she thought. Then a wicked smile crossed her face.

Chances were high that this thing would win the election. Therefore, if she pretended to aid him in his campaign, chances were high that she would get the spot-not fairly, but by whipping around and stabbing her "running mate" in the back. Perfect.

I'm perfect for the position-a position that definately doesn't suit a rapping piece of fabric. she thought as she waited patiently for Addman to finish.

[Kazumaru]

Kazumaru took a deep breath-- A rather amazing feat, given his lack of functional lungs-- and shouted "I'LL GIVE YOU ALL FREE PIE IF YOU VOTE FOR ME!"

[Somefreakoverthere]

Sfot watched the various people bidding for presidency. All of them seemed to want blue as their colour, too. She sighed. Completely untrustworthy, and one didn't seem to know his own name, another was some random alien robot and the third a cookie monster who'd likely kill them all for a plate of cookies. Oh, and some spirit dude. Who'd just offered free pie!

"Yay for the spirit dude who offers free pie!" She cheered, moving slightly closer to him.

((Haha, possibly the first not to run for the presidency but for the pie.))

[Jent]

"Don't listen to these quarrelsome quakers! They have non idea how to lead you, the people of Psychotopia. Nay! The Blackstarians!"

Covering the square in a veil of sound. The unknown voice continued. "Would you trust someone from The Evil Council, the very creatures that took down your last leader and ruled you all with an iron fist. Forcing you to give them foot rubs every Friday no matter what. Prohibited your use of the item system. Altering your very identification of this world if you displeased them. How can you trust them for what they did! Sure, they helped form the Creatures Community you know today, but that was then and this now! The EC have enough influence over Blackstar already, would simply hand over Dau'Pay's work to them for nothing but their words? That carpet man is not fit for running this city, he should go back to Bingo Hall and use his Freestyle Rapping there than to hoodwink you."

"Where are you?" Shouted a random Psychotopian.

"Right here!" Food, drink, and various anti-makeshift government tools started to rattle across a large invisible object that must have been here for quite a while (or Psychotopians were too distracted by the number of people who wanted to rule them). Becoming visible to masses in a matter of seconds. Revealing it to be a large sky-blue hemisphere shaped vehicle. Releasing an opening at the top of this alien dome. A long-legged silhouetteof a man smoked its way out of the machine. Followed by a eerie creaking noise.

His body was a mixture of swirls of black, green, silver, gold, and bits of blue. His icy blue eyes looked toward the other candidates.

"I mean no harm to anyone. I simply believe that they are not fit for such a high job as President of Blackstar Dojo. The spirit either speaks complete nonsense or doesn't now how to mask his tyrant personality. The Maratix robot can't be a leader of this proud civilization if it couldn't keep a group of Psychotopians pleased. I'm more insane than the spirit and the robot combined! As for AuumDaumTom-"

Shifting his glance towards the Psychotopian.

-If I were to lose this Presidential War. I would rather lose it to Psychotopian who worked with Dau'Pay than anyone else."

Shutting his eyes slowing. He waits for his rival's replies.

((I'm sorry for absense from Blackstar since summer. Too many thoughts, too many problems. ))