#// Gotta love that he's a late signup and already declaring his victory. You go king gbewruigber

[spcllbounded]

A loud (and probably very unnecessary) SLAM can be heard at a poor front door as the loud and proud kremling bursts in. Fluffing his cape in a nonexistent draft of wind and puffing his golden-plated chest, the king clears his throat to make his entrance even more over-the-top than it already was.

“Step aside and away from the sign ups! Because your soon-to-be winner has just walked in!”

Well, he’s got the spirit. That’s a great start.

“Well isn’t that a rather bold claim! Based on the results from last year, after all!”

As if he was shot by a sudden tingle of embarrassment and guilt, K Rool’s eye began to twitch as heard that remark over his shoulder. At the corner of his other eye, he could see a purple hand hanging onto his shoulder.

“Unless I’m wrong. That could be another green, scaley and rich guy I could be thinking of. I can’t tell all you kings apart sometimes!”

Just what the king needed. A wise crack to remind him of that humiliating defeat that stained his reputation in the seminar. Not a moment sooner, K Rool jerks his shoulder away from the mage’s grasp.

“Let’s get one thing straight, greenie! I thought it was a practice round! I’m not playing around this time! Even though I could wipe the floor with you and your hat without even-...”

“Uh, ‘scuse me green guys? Is this where we sign up?”

A squeak broke the kremling’s banter. Who dares oppose the mighty king from a wallop he was about to dish?

“I mean, this IS the seminar you all are yelling about, right? I got a little lost multiverse hopping around and stuff.”