When Okor asked for pies, he might not have completely understood what he was getting himself into. This festival, no matter how suspicious or obvious it made have been, clearly took their craft seriously. When the big bulking man in armor made his way into the frilly purple tent, he was expecting some kind of witch doctor baking pies with human body parts. What he found instead, was not that.
The tent itself seemed small from the outside. It was small enough that he was unsure he would comfortably fit inside. But when he entered, he found it large enough to fit a small crowd of a few enthusiastic pie fans. They all cheered when he entered, as if he was the one they had been waiting for. "Finally, the contest can begin!" Someone said beyond the crowd. Okor was ushered along through the center of the dozen spectators up to the front, where a single table awaited him. He was sat in the middle of it, between two other men of large stature. They were fat. "Welcome everyone, to the Pie-Eating Contest!"
"What?" Okor asked, seemingly in disbelief. The host he was speaking to was a clown. He hadn't realized it after he actually spoke. The question was more asked at the clown, rather then to him.
The tall and lanky pink-haired clown just seemed in return and laughed, which prompted the audience to laugh as well. Okor's eyes shifted suspiciously from them to him. "You are up against our two champions!" He waved his waves to the big men on either side of Okor, who just glared at the armor-clad man as if he had slighted them. "You must eat more of our delicious festival pies then them!"
"Why?" Okor prodded. Again, laughter. Again, Okor found himself irritated.
"Because that's the way you win our grand prize!" The clown spoke dramatically using his arms, waving them around as he emphasized the plan. "A one-way ticket to the Nebula Castle, to meet the Black Knight!"
Okor nodded. He seemed to be okay with this contest now that he knew the stakes. "Bring me the pies."
The tent itself seemed small from the outside. It was small enough that he was unsure he would comfortably fit inside. But when he entered, he found it large enough to fit a small crowd of a few enthusiastic pie fans. They all cheered when he entered, as if he was the one they had been waiting for. "Finally, the contest can begin!" Someone said beyond the crowd. Okor was ushered along through the center of the dozen spectators up to the front, where a single table awaited him. He was sat in the middle of it, between two other men of large stature. They were fat. "Welcome everyone, to the Pie-Eating Contest!"
"What?" Okor asked, seemingly in disbelief. The host he was speaking to was a clown. He hadn't realized it after he actually spoke. The question was more asked at the clown, rather then to him.
The tall and lanky pink-haired clown just seemed in return and laughed, which prompted the audience to laugh as well. Okor's eyes shifted suspiciously from them to him. "You are up against our two champions!" He waved his waves to the big men on either side of Okor, who just glared at the armor-clad man as if he had slighted them. "You must eat more of our delicious festival pies then them!"
"Why?" Okor prodded. Again, laughter. Again, Okor found himself irritated.
"Because that's the way you win our grand prize!" The clown spoke dramatically using his arms, waving them around as he emphasized the plan. "A one-way ticket to the Nebula Castle, to meet the Black Knight!"
Okor nodded. He seemed to be okay with this contest now that he knew the stakes. "Bring me the pies."
Quote:Okor is in a pie-eating contest for the right to see the mysterious Black Knight. If he chooses to participate: Even though he cannot usually process the food, he finds the pies delicious and filling. Deadline is Friday night at 11:59 PM EST. No roleplay limit. If you feel like you're done writing before that (or need help), feel free to let me know.