Welcome to the Colosseum (Tournament Signups)

[Gamzee Makara]

The Nexus Portal spews forth a big ass robotic spider-mobile, and that’s not the strangest thing to happen today.

Gamzee has his feet kicked up on the dash, leaned back as much as he can in the cramped little arachnid vehicular unit. Adam had repeatedly told him not to get his dusty giant honkin’ feet all over the console, but is always met with replies of “Sorry bro,” and “Just a habit, man.” He’s kinda given up on it, and just lets it happen. Every now and then, Gamzee falls asleep, only to wake back up with a startled “HONK!” which in turn scares the shit out of Adam, which also in turn makes the arachnoship dip and sway worse than when Gamzee was driving.

For the most part though, it is silent as Adam drives straight for the distantly visible city of Camelot. The Tournament is almost in sight.

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Gamzee leans so far over the side of the spider mobile, Adam has to yank the back of his shirt to keep him from becoming a clown on the ground. “Whoooooaaaaaa…..” Is all the troll can manage looking at the fantastic carnival before him. Food stalls, games, sideshows, animals, street performers, motherfucking jesters; this shindig had it all. It almost made the High-Blood tear up. Adam rolled his eyes and kept piloting, looking for a place to touch down. Admittedly, the circus that was sprawled out around the magnificent Coliseum was pretty grand and impressive, but Gamzee’s absolute fascination with it was a little disturbing and kinda dumb.

Aha! Perfect parking place! There was a little clearing devoid of boulders, rocks, trees, or any obstruction not even a hundred yards away from the festivities. The Heir of Time makes a beeline for it.

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After Adam is forced to physically restrain Gamzee from diving headlong into the myriad of mirthful vices presented to them by the carnival, they start making for the registration desk.

Gamzee is still lustfully eyeing those fire jugglers though.

“It’s okay, you damn honk fiend. We can go to the Carnival later.”

Gamzee whines and moans, but Adam was having none of that shit.

“If you dragged my ass all the way out here to Camelot for a stupid tournament that I didn’t even wanna BE in and I find out we missed registration, I will NEVER be okay with you forever and Guu senpai will never notice you.”

Gamzee doesn't know what senpai means, but he shuts his motherfucking mouth.

When the duo reach the registration desk, the official looking man gives them a blank stare.

“Not the weirdest thing I’ve seen all day, but a teenager dressed in neon red pajamas and grey kid with demon horns almost takes the cake." With an almost practiced line, he spews off with, "Here for the tournament? Sign here, try to entertain, try not to die.”

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Gamzee is jumping up and down. God he’s excited. So excited he almost spilled an inkwell and completely ruined the entire tournament sign-up sheet. Adam’s been doing something over there for like, thirty minutes or so, but damn he's just he’s just GOSH MOTHERFUCKING DAMN HE WANTS TO GO BE A CLOWN SO BAD RIGHT NOW.

When he checks on Adam again, the boy is wielding a motherfucking lightsaber.

The troll’s eyes get big, marveling at the glows and hums and my god ITS A MOTHERFUCKING LIGHTSABER!

The hype was too much for Gamzee right now, like, there’s just so much going on and so much mirth and-

“Adam, bro, braddah, brother, motherfucker, cool motherfucking lightsaber you just all up and miracalized, but can we go get some cotton candy now?”