WorldVision Special Edition 112 | ElimiNATION | Draft Thread

by **Llalta** » Sun Feb 04, 2024 6:03 pm

Welcome to the Draft thread for WorldVision’s 6th Special Edition:
ElimiNATION!

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OOC Thread | IC Thread
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This is the draft thread for ElimiNATION. Any entries will be posted HERE!

IMPORTANT DATES

Signups close, IC thread goes up - 4th February 2024 at 11:59 GMT
End of week 1, Start of judging period - 9th February 2024 at 11:59 GMT
End of week 2, Start of judging period - 16th February 2024 at 11:59 GMT
End of week 3, Start of judging period - 23rd February 2024 at 11:59 GMT
End of week 4, Start of judging period - 1st March 2024 at 11:59 GMT
End of week 5, Start of judging period - 8th March 2024 at 11:59 GMT
End of week 6, Start of judging period - 15th March 2024 at 11:59 GMT

Although I will be editing your entries somewhat to appear uniform, formatting will be up to you. Furthermore, please any translations or transcriptions at the bottom, preferably in a spoiler.

If you have not posted your entry 24 hours before the start of the judging period, the host or a judge will reach out to the user. If an entry is not received by the start of the judging period you may face disqualification.

Good luck!

CHALLENGE 1
ROLEPLAY

Write an RP about an original character from your nation walking the WorldVision Red Carpet. Then RP your character answering 3 questions out of a selection.
Feel free to take the challenge in any direction whether it be humorous, dramatic or normal! There is also no word count, meaning you can go as little or as much as you feel is necessary. Pictures and formatting are allowed also.

Pick 3 from the below questions:
1. Will you be taking home a man/woman after tonight?
2. What's your favourite WorldVision nation?
3. What's your favourite WorldVision song?
4. Who designed your outfit tonight?
5. What do you think of St. Christopher in Llalta?
6. Who is your biggest inspiration?
7. Wow, you look awful tonight! Why?
8. Are you feeling alright?
9. What's the worst/best thing about your nation?
10. Who in ElimiNATION do you think you could beat up?

Please post your finished entry on the Draft Thread. Good luck!

Entry due by 9th February 11:59AM GMT

Lyric Sync for your Life Song
"Neon Lights" - Demi Lovato

by **Vartugia** » Tue Feb 06, 2024 11:35 am

Vartugia

Vaccum Cleaner- The Red Carpet

Vaccum Cleaner, representing a joined ticket, the half darkmanian, and half vartugian queen, arrive in a white and quite expensive limousine. And with a private driver! The press has been dying to her with the "lost in transition" name based on blowing ... things. As the white limousine parks on the edge of the red carpet, the journalists begin to take pictures, hoping they can get a front-page image of the queen who has respite flies the colours of Vartugia, is more representative of Darkmania. The door begins to open and for every millimetre the door opens, more images get taken.

She leaves the car dressed in a classical dress, inspired by "1950's movie premiers" and the press goes wild. Most of the journalists begin to ask questions, seeing a lot of hype of the queen. There are more journalist microphones and cameras than there are people on earth. Many, many questions are asked, all at once.

Journalists: *Many questions asked at once*

She grabs one of the journalist's microphones and begins to quiet the press to calm down, so she can answer them all. The camera flashes are almost blinding her.

Vaccum: Can you guys please be quiet, so I can answer most of your questions?

The press is quiet enough so she can answer the questions.

Vaccum: Thank you. Now I will answer most of them, but I will ask each journalist to repeat their questions. And I begin with you, that female carrelian-looking one. What was your question again?

Journalist 1: Who designed your dress and can I get their number?

Vaccum: That was easy. It was partly me and partly a guy named "Edvÿn Därmornek". He is like 75 years old and makes beautiful dresses. I got one of his works back from 1975, which was a resew and redesign from his dad's work from the 1930s called in English "Glamour Gala Ökrendrem". It looks the same as the 1930s dress but the colour is changed to pure white in my dress. OK. Next question. How about you there, male kalosian journalist.

Journalist 2: What is your favourite WorldVision Entry?

Vaccum: Erm... I usually don't have a favourite entry per se, but I do love that one entry where the melody is bopping and the singing, while its
crap, makes it up for the staging and who can't resist the clapping. And it was leading at one point.

Vaccum is referring to the vartugian entry "uosɐǝɹ ǝɯos ɹoɟ pǝddᴉlɟ sᴉ ǝlʇᴉʇ sᴉɥ┴" (This title is flipped for some reason), their WSC102 song who inexpertly have since become a fan favourite and the best entry from Vartugia by miles. It's a fan favourite mainly due to the music being liked by the fandom and it also has become a meme, used to express the love of vartugian quality of WSC. Or the lack of.

Vaccum: Next question goes to you, that dude from Uthossia?

Journalist 3: How are you feeling tonight?

Vaccum: Fine. I am so fine, I can slay with my katana sword. Most of the queens might say they feel fine but deep inside they know that they can beat m... can't beat me. Ok, I need to hurry. One final question. And it goes to that darkmanian journalist.

Journalist 4: Why are you presenting what WorldVision Fans calls "The Worst Country in WorldVision"?

Vaccum: Because I am here to lift Vartugia's reputation to new heights. Look out, here comes Flight 68419, departing from Sërna to destination; Paradise! Now excuse me, I have to go.

She returns the microphone to the original owner and walks towards the doors. She appears to be singing the entry she was referring to.

Null points, null points
Ignore our number and save yourself
From this ...

The door had closed so we didn't hear that final word but ah well, we can always hear it. Some day.

by **Achaean Republic** » Wed Feb 07, 2024 7:35 pm

Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the stage…KOOLONA ALLEGRA!

There she is, walking towards the scene, Miss Koolona struts toward the stage in full fire queen couture. Oh my Gawd, is she serving fueguera cunt realness, ruffling feathers everywhere she goes! Look at her, serving fringe-on-fringe with the dedicated colors of the Achaean flag: the red-and-yellow flame defacing a half-green sheet on the top half, and the blue-white-blue tricolor on the bottom half. Complementing her look were gold-white-trimmed knock-off Eden Heel shoes from a lady that knows how to make cheap Ralph & Russo lookalikes for twenty dollars instead of one thousand. People needn’t need to know those were fake—what matters is that she looked mighty fine and damn well good.

But Koolona was never as…Koolona, with her exquisitely designed cucu and cinched hourglass waist that the Harvest Goddess would be jealous of giving it to her and demand it back from her—no, it wasn’t all so delicious. She never grew up with all the confidence a queen like Koolona could muster (and by the way, her name is a punny way of saying “Assy and Happy”). Despite all the stereotypes, Achaean drag culture can be petty, vicious, and cutthroat. Cross-dressing was one of the few avenues of queer self-exploration that could be found in the confines of machista culture and television, well into the twenty-first century. Women like Sixta Méndez, Vania Camacho, and noted transfemme prostitute-turned-tabloid celebrity Clarissa Veronna had to break barriers and become more-than-life women who took no for an answer and faced the scorn of the world. They became the Madonnas and Vivian Mercados of a generation of queer Achaeans looking to break free from the stereotypical confines of machismo and traditional gender roles.

Koolona walks with pride. Koolona walks with strength. Koolona becomes simply…Koolona. Even though Koolona is really named Alexander, a scared young little gay boy from the barrios outside Candelaria. Koolona was walking with her body, ass-up, showing some sway and sashay, but Alexander still invaded her brain, questioning her belonging, rattling away like a snake inside her. Alexander could not shut up, even when Koolona was adored by the amazing crowd receiving her, tipping and toeing towards the end of the runway. (God, did Alexander make that runway longer than it should have been!)

There it is—the end of the runway! The music is hopping, the beats are beating, and it’s time to look smart and pretty for the audience—God, it’s cold! This is something she’s not used to back in Achaea. Wait, did she tuck right? Hold up—is that a penguin!? Never mind the distractions; there was a microphone near her mouth and she needed to speak to it.

Who designed your outfit tonight?

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Um, hi! Eh, sorry, I’m not used to speaking lots of English, hehe! But uh, my beautiful Achaean fire queen couture was designed by me with Haus Couture Cosmetics by Luana Delgado…she is, uh, an excellent designer, very knowledgeable and um, friendly to the drag scene. And mira, how it moves! It is exquisite! (She moves the threads on her body and jiggles.)

First question done, dangling dress and all. Whew! This might be easier than she expected. She worried about many things, but at least this first question was the first hurdle she needed to deal with it.

What's your favourite WorldVision song?

Oh, I love WorldVision! I remember when Britonisea sang [i]Don’t Lie in Worldvision 76 in Rosario, man I loved it! I was shaking my ass with Ria Aristide and Mabel Mae and used that song for one of my drag tunes during a Carnival setlist at a gay bar with another drag sister—love you Reverie Machronne! (She blows kisses to the audience.) Can I do, like a ten-second interval? I promise I’ll be quick…

Oh, boy: was it too graphic for the Llaltese audience? Or was it too stereotypical and thus expected coming from the Achaeans? The happy-go-lucky vibe can only go so far before it being a tad ridiculous. But isn’t darg queen supposed to be ridiculous anyway?

What's the worst/best thing about your nation?

Um, Achaeans are very passionate! We live life to the fullest and love adventure. We like to party and celebrate, and we’re really really good at sex if you ask me, hahahaha! But, uh, we’re also too stubborn and fly off the handle very, um, quickly. Like I’ve been to shows where one drunk drag queen tried to break another’s teeth because she accused her of stealing her tips when she just lost the jar in the bathroom. It was hilarious but scary! She ended up apologizing and going to rehab. Anyways, we love fun!

Finally. Time to serve [i]un close[i] to the cameras. A wink, a little shimmy shake, a dangle here and there, maybe a kissy face to the camera and devour her way back to the stage. What matters is that she looked good. Who were we talking about though—Alexander, or Koolona?

by **Gallicelestia** » Thu Feb 08, 2024 6:10 pm

Red Carpet

Alevian Avanate

Gallicelèstia

Flapping blades cut through the night sky as a black helicopter descends from above. Upon landing, security personnel in black suits take their positions before Alevian Avanate steps out of the helicopter and embarks on the red carpet.

The 25-year-old man, born and raised in the city of Rovimini, stands at 6 '1 feet and is surrounded by his entourage of guards. In lieu of making an audacious announcement, Alevian Avanate, head held high, wears a calculated slight smirk on his face.
Alevian is become one with an asymmetric, sleek composite of a suit and bodysuit in midnight blue, studded with hundreds of scintillating small diamonds. Gold and diamonds have been constructed to create abstract scales on his face, emphasizing his blue eyes and angular face. His blonde hair has been slicked to the side with wet look gel in a fashion reminiscent of the roaring twenties. Gold leaves have been delicately woven into his hair, almost resembling a crown.

Alevian is aware that he’s taking a risk by deliberately–not by surprise–remaining speechless.
After all, sometimes a picture is worth more than a thousand words. Some battles are won through bravery, others are won through skill. Both things are innate to power, but perhaps the most versatile weapon is information, and the ability to wield it to one’s advantage.
An enigma whose layers are kept hidden, underneath the veil of a carefully crafted aesthetic and persona that must be uncovered and revealed at the right place, at the right time, introduces an unknown factor into the equation of ELIMINATION. But as the saying goes–curiosity killed the cat.

The question of who will win, the entropy of the sudden cacophony of the clicking cameras of the press against the opportunistic order of the Alevian Avanate, is finally answered when he struts onward on the red carpet.
Like flames, his attire lights up and alters its color to a rich red before it turns to a glowing golden hue. The crowd fawns over this display and journalists hurl microphones and questions at him, vying for attention.

Caught off-guard when lingerie lands in front of him, Alevian picks up the undergarments and just manages to suppress a laugh and maintain his austere gaze.

Unbeknownst to him, Avanate walks over to a male journalist from a tabloid.

Journalist 1: Whose lingerie is that?

Alevian Avanate: The flashing lights were blinding me, I couldn’t really see who threw it. Maybe, some footage could be evaluated later to identify them. Needless to say, my guards weren’t too happy about the situation. I’ll take it as a compliment, though next time I’d appreciate it if they kept it in their pants.

Journalist 1: Do you plan on keeping it?

Alevian Avanate: Should I? I guess it could be some kind of good luck charm.

Journalist 1: Will you be taking home someone after tonight?

Slightly perplexed by the question, Alevian reluctantly answers.

Alevian Avanate: Would that be conducive—

Alevian is interrupted by one of his guards who ends the prickly interview, and seizes the lingerie. Alevian continues onward on the red carpet and walks over to a female Gallicelèstian journalist from Vogue Gallicelèstia he recognizes.

Journalist 2: Mr. Avanate, who designed your outfit tonight?

Alevian Avanate: De Lucca, they’re a friend of mine and rising fashionista, and an absolute pleasure to work with. After I mentioned being selected to represent Gallicelèstia, they insisted that they’d want to help me create the perfect look.

Journalist 2: How would you describe the design process?

Alevian Avanate: We brainstormed ideas and concepts over dinner, until we finally landed on this one. We wanted to reference several current fashion movements in Gallicelèstia, honor our country through our choice of colors, and put our unique and modern spin on more antique forms of attire. Afterwards, we created several versions and prototypes before we decided which one I’d be wearing.

Journalist 2: What does your outfit represent and mean to you?
My outfit is a symbol of the passage of time–how the past, and our ideas of the future come together in the present. I was directly involved in the creative process, so it’s quite personal to me. It also is exemplary of what our nation and people are capable of when we put our mind to something.

The interview ends and Alevian and his entourage continue onward to the bloggers who also cover each WorldVision Song Contest.

Blogger: Hello Alevian, it’s so nice to meet you. Are you feeling alright?

Alevian Avanate: Thank you for asking, apart from the incident everything went according to plan.

Blogger: What’s your favorite WorldVision song?

Alevian thinks for a few seconds before answering.

Alevian Avanate: There have been so many noteworthy entries in the past, all with their individual, unique merits, it’s impossible to choose only one.

Alevian continues onward and answers several more questions by other journalists before reaching the end of the red carpet.

by **Todlichebujoku** » Thu Feb 08, 2024 9:58 pm

She wafts down from her ice-hewn coach, glittering snowflakes and wisps of frozen fog wreathing her midnight-blue velvet, embroidered with sea green threads in floral motifs and topped by plates of glassy sky-blue armor. Her hair is raven-black, and tied into a severe bun held in place by slender icicles and curling, contorted twigs enveloped in hoarfrost. Her wintry, deathly aura fades the red carpet into titian, a chilling gaze from dark storm-gray eyes sunk into pale skin greeting those who make the mistake of eye contact. She glides down the carpet at a sedate pace, and as you gaze upon her, it seems as if she is bleeding the life and color from all her surroundings, drawing it all into herself to make her seem brighter, more vibrant, and impossible to turn away from. She permits herself to smile faintly, alluringly, toward you, and suddenly your heart feels as if it is enraptured, and nothing else in the world is more important than her boundless and unending attention. Then, just as suddenly, she continues on her way, leaving you cold, empty, and desperate for a loving touch.

A brave journalist, his dedication to his craft overtaking his natural instinct to cower and flee, raises a microphone to the lich queen's veil of frost. Masking his quivering fear with loud boldness, he announces the first of his queries to the unblinking lady before him.

Will you be taking someone home after tonight?

She grins in fearsome mirth, her cackles ringing out in peals like icicles falling and shattering on granite. There is no warmth in her amused grimace, only waves of subtle terror.

Some... one? I fully intend to take many into my great and undying embrace.

She turns to those assembled, spreading terrible awe in a sweeping arc around her.

All are welcome to join me, to ascend into my grand and beautiful designs upon the world.

Taking deep, calming breaths, to quell the roiling emotions within him, the journalist continues.

Who designed your outfit tonight?

A chilling smile, one of pity. Her condescension drips from every word as she responds, the journalist quivering in his boots, the cameras managing to avoid the dark stain spreading in his pants.

Who wrought the spells to make me immortal? Who crafted the words and stanzas that rang upon your ears and brought me here? Why, none other than I.

And... some thoughts from a dear advisor, my lovely Sora Lisenco. I'm not one to turn down a second opinion... when I ask for it, that is. Unsolicited speakers, well, they find themselves unburdened of life!

Her tinkling, self-indulgent titters are interrupted as a local Llaltese child shoves the fainting journalist aside, snatching the microphone and shrieking out a question before waving it carelessly toward the lady lich's face.

WHY DO YOU LOOK SO AWFUL TONIGHT???

Her countenance rapidly freezes into an icy frown of distaste, before morphing into a sunny, heatless smile, like the brilliant winter sun shining in a cloudless, bitterly cold sky. She raises a finger, and with a flash of blue light, the child crumbles into a pile of ice and bones.

What a surprise! Well I certainly do hope that I am making everyone full of awe, this fine evening. There's not much of a reason why, it's simply in my nature.

Hmm... I don't suppose the kids these days would say that I slayed on this red carpet?

She regards those nearest to her with a withering, tight-lipped grin, with a quick glance down at the child's frosty remains.

Well, not that one anyway.

Some laugh nervously, while others are left petrified and silent by what they have witnessed. But soon, Der Tod the Lich Queen glides onward, leaving the onlookers to defrost from her stunning antarctic wake.

by **Mother CupcakKe** » Thu Feb 08, 2024 11:21 pm

Mother CupcakKe

Chanel Superior.

The camera flash glows. The door is closed. And POSE! Chanel, wearing an elegant deep blue slit dress with sapphire jewellery to match, has arrived to the ElimiNATION Red Carpet! Before approaching the journalists, Chanel makes sure that the press get pictures of her best angles to ensure she has a good image in the evening articles in EVERY way. Once sufficient photographs, Chanel immediately strut across the carpet with finesse, power and elegance, ready to answer any question that came her way from the journalists waiting for her.

Wow, you look awful tonight! Why?

"Well, hello to you too! *giggles* So basically, I intended to wear this absolutely DIVINE diamond encrusted ballgown from Gucci, but I forgot I had it and threw on this old rag from TKMaxx instead. Hideous, isn't it? *twirling to show them the full dress* Jokes aside, this dress is from Valentino, bought JUST for this occasion! Please don't tell me you guys weren't joking or I will actually cry!!!"

What do you think of St. Christopher in Llalta?

"Right so, since this is my first time here, I decided to arrive here a few days early JUST to sightsee and learn more about St. Christopher and Llalta as a whole, and let me tell you, I absolutely LOVE it here. The food here is so different to the food in Mother CupcakKe and I just absolutely love trying new things so when I sank my teeth into Llaltese treats, I just couldn't get enough. They were just TOO good. Also, when I was a child, I loved looking at the night sky to see the stars and make a wish to them, hoping it would come true. Obviously, now I am 21, I know that that will NEVER happen but when I saw the night sky over here, I just felt like I had to try wishing to the stars again, because they were so bright and beautiful that I was reminded of that feeling when I was a child. Now I'm here, trying to make my wish of winning ElimiNATION come true!"

What are the worst and best things about Mother CupcakKe?

"Hm, this is a hard one. Let's start with the easier half: the best thing about Mother CupcakKe is how inclusive everyone is, it is just such a safe space for anyone and everyone. Thanks to this, multiculturism is a BIG thing in Mother CupcakKe; there are so many shops and restaurants of foreign cuisine as well as other things aim at specific cultures. There's something for literally everyone. Now, im my opinion, the worst thing about Mother CupcakKe is probably getting around places. Since Mother CupcakKe is a massive group of islands, cars are practically useless as most people need to travel from one island to another, so we are reliant on sea and air travel. Thankfully, the government understood this which is why domestic flights and ship journeys are incredibly cheap and are under public transport so it isn't really THAT bad but if you get seasick and are scared of planes, well..."

After her interview, Chanel graciously thanked the journalists then strut along the red carpet in humble eminence, ready for whatever she has to tackle next...

by **Furballland** » Thu Feb 08, 2024 11:29 pm

She arrives at the International Airport in St. Christopher, she was shocked to see many beautiful buildings, and culture, and she said "Wow! I is amazing, i can't believe that i saw this, their culture looked better than our culture, it is amazing!"

When she stepped out to the city, she is even more shocked that she saw the best, and finest architecture that she ever seen, she wants to go further in St. Christopher, and he is amazed. She went to many vendors in this city, and tasted the finest Llaltese cuisine, she was blown away when she see more of this city, and she said "Hey, i just wanted to have fun, it is so shocking, and beautiful, and Llalta is my Go-to destination in the future.

She booked at the Hotel, and she finds the best room available in this hotel, just for her.

Then, A Llaltese Journalist enters the Hotel room, and she is shocked that she saw a "Stanger", and she wanted to run away, thinking that she would get "[REDACTED]", but as it turns out, she is here to be interviewed, and she calms, A Journalist said "We are here to interview you", she accepts the interview, and she was sent to the Red Carpet.

the First Question given to her is "What do you think of St. Christopher in Llalta?"
She replied, It is amazing, the beautiful culture, vibrant landscape, amazing architecture, and more, i can't believe that i visit this place that turns out to be beautiful, it is an amazing place, and i would rather retire in Llalta than to move into the Generic Retirement home in my home country. Overall, it is a great place to stay, it is affordable, and a good place to stay, and live.

the Second Question given to her is "Are you feeling alright?"
She replied, Yes, i just thought that i would be harmed, but it is just you, interviewing me, and i was like, uhh? i thought that you will harm me, but again you said that you will interview me, and yes, it is true that you will interview me, and yes indeed, i am very much alright, and i am now here in the Red Carpet, let's move on to another one.

the Last Question given to her is "What's your favourite WorldVision nation?"
She replied, While Llalta is my favorite nation in overall terms, my fave in WorldVision however is Malta Comino Gozo, they have some excellent songs that i like, such as Addict

A Journalist replied, "Ok, then what is the lyrics of Addict?

She said, i don't need to describe the lyrics, but "Venom, oh venom, it's coursing through my veins".

A Journalist said, "Ok, you have described this, but ok"

A Journalist said, "Thank You! have a nice day, and thank you for interviewing. She is relived that she was not harmed, she goes back to the Hotel, and she went on to work on her project for the rest of the day.

by **Natanya** » Fri Feb 09, 2024 3:41 pm

Fashionably late as is the Natanyan way, Natti LaBelle steps out of the big black car her driver had hired for the week. Leaving her bag behind to hide the fact she’d only just finished her make-up on the way to the opening ceremony, she grabs a small clutch so she’s not totally accessory-less on the red carpet. With her late arrival, some of the journalists that lined the sides of the walk had already started to pack up, and with this being an unusual special edition of WorldVision about drag queens, not many were there to begin with. Being in a rush to get instead already anyway, this was more of a blessing than a curse, but Natti still had to cut interviews to a short one second per journalist.

First, however, it was time to pose. Natti had come in a big ginger wig, styled as a beehive. It was slightly askew due to the hasty process of getting it on only 10 minutes before they were meant to arrive, a lateness caused by a mixture of Natti’s oversleeping and her driver’s arguments with the local Llaltese car hire company over their first offering not exactly being a red-carpet ready car. The dress she was red and floor length, with a black eagle brooch on the breast, much like the design of the triangle on the hoist of the Natanyan flag. Her make-up consisted of a deep red lip and a smoky black eyeshadow to match. The rest of the Natanyan flag, the yellow and baby blue checked pattern, made the pattern on the inside of the dress. Barely visible through the split on the dress up the right leg, it was a pleasant design choice to create a subtle but noticeable homage to the arguably most iconic but arguably ugly part of the Natanyan flag.

After posing for a minute for the first set of photographers near the street, Natti started scanning the crowd for her first interviewer of the night. Immediately she noticed a familiar face, Dariya Dortziya of NTV’s own “Popular Persuasion”, a short-form pop-culture programme shown late at night after the news. A fan of the show, it was a no-brainer to get on it when she had the chance to. Natti ran right over to the admittedly quite bored looking Dariya, clearing her throat to warn Dariya to get back into journalist mode. And thus, she did.

“Well, ladies and gentlemen, look who we have now tonight, finally it’s our very own Natti LaBelle! Running a tad late but looking absolutely gorgeous, nonetheless. I mean wow, just look at the hair, make-up and of course, the dress. Natti! Good to finally see you!”

After Dariya’s flattering introduction for the home crowd, Natti steps into frame of the camera, likely recording rather than live, gives a short introduction of herself, as well as some explanation.

“Awww, thank you so much Dariya! It’s wonderful to see you here. I had to come here first as soon as I saw you and the PopPer crew. Yeah, we are running in a bit of a rush here, I oversleep an hour or two, so we had to get everything done quickly, and then we didn’t have a car when we were ready, it was a bit of nightmare, but we made it in the end! Gonna be some quick interviews though.”

Dariya laughs at Natti’s expressive tone while explaining her lateness. Noting that last sentence, she gets straight into her actual question for the short interview.

“So, Natti, I couldn’t help but see you’ve incorporated our national flag into your dress tonight. Could you tell us who designed your outfit tonight?”

Natti does a little twirl before answering.

“Yes, of course. It was actually a collaboration between me and my mother! Very homemade. I kind of had the initial idea of doing something with our national symbols. Being that Natanya’s WorldVision participation is so spotty nowadays, with us not having competed in a good while now, it means that I am really representing the nations return to visibility in the WV-sphere, so it just made sense to me to incorporate that into the red carpet look somehow. Really say ‘Look at me! Natanya is back!’ I bounced ideas back and forth with my mother, who herself is a talented seamstress, and eventually we came up with this design that balanced the beauty of the red carpet and the kitsch of basically wearing a flag. She sewed the final dress, and I made the brooch and my little matching eagle earrings here.”

Natti pointed out the black earring hanging above her shoulders for the camera.

“What a wonderful backstory for a wonderful dress! Well, I’ll let you get another couple questions in with the others, but we’ll have to have a full interview soon, good luck Natti LaBelle!”

Natti waved a goodbye to the camera and made her way further down the red carpet. Crossing over to the other side, she notices what seems to be some local Llaltese huddled together, a journalist but also some members of the local tourism board. Thinking it can’t be a bad thing to get some local press, she makes her way over.

“Good evening, Ms. LaBelle. My name is Bruce, and I am a freelance journalist here on behalf of the Llaltese National Tourism Board. As such I must ask, what do you think of St. Christopher in Llalta?”

Having to stand there and think for a moment due to the only brief time she’d spent in St. Christopher so far, Natti quickly came up with a positive but truthful account of the small capital.

“Oh, it’s a wonderful little town. Feels so homely so far despite my short time here. I guess it’s ‘cause the whole nation is small but you honestly wouldn’t guess you’re in a national capital. It’s far removed from the chaos of rush hour Nightton I’ll tell you that much. Instead of beeping traffic, we have the ocean and the docks, much more relaxing. Reminds me of a seaside town I saw in a documentary about Teesdexxia, Whitby I think it was called? But regardless, love the small-town vibe here, making this competition feel more like a holiday!”

Highly excited at getting exactly the touristy soundbite that they wanted, Bruce and his crew thanked Natti for her time and let her move onto the next interviewer. Her Llaltese PR work was done for the time being. Scanning the remaining faces in the last third of the runway, a tall, handsome man took her fancy. Brunette hair and fluffy beard to match with toned tanned arms on show. He was clearly Achaean, but this was confirmed when she saw “RosaNoticias” on his microphone. Unfortunately, RosaNoticias were notorious for asking invasive and person questions to get juicy gossip for their articles, rather than the more meaningful type of interviews. Hesitant for a moment, Natti decided that some RosaNoticias gossip will at least give her a bit more personality after the first two tame questions, so decides to brave whatever they’d ask for an excuse to get close to this Achaean hunk. RosaNoticias did not disappoint.

“Hola Natti LaBella! Maravillosa to see you hunny. Mi llamó es Mateo Diego Emiliano Sebastián Leonardo Ángel da Silva Rodríguez, but you can just call me Matt. Must say, you look espléndida tonight. So of course, Matt must ask the hermosa Natti, will you be taking a man home tonight, si?”

Despite expecting trash, Natti was still momentarily taken aback by such a brash question being their opener.

“Wow that is, uh, quite the question. Though to be fair what can I expect from a news agency run by Achaean f[REDACTED]s. It was not particularly at the top of my itinerary tonight, to be honest. I mean who knows, maybe a romance will blossom tonight, but I am mainly here to make an entrance and look pretty for the opening ceremony, not to open my legs. I guess it would be hypocritical of me to act totally offend, I did choose this interview to get a closer look at those muscles after all. Who knows, maybe I’ll cop a Tödlichebujoki daddy after all the pomp and circumstance is out of the way.”

Laughing her way out of the interview in order to not look like too much of a prude, Natti makes her escape from the Achaeans and instead reaches the top of the red carpet and poses for some final photos in front of the special edition’s logo. Finally, she rushes inside, profusely apologising to the disapproving Llaltese officials. She gives one more wave back to the flashing cameras before heading inside to take her seat in the hall and catch the rest of the already ongoing ceremony, sneaking in and sitting at the one empty table at the back with the rest of her team. Thankfully, it was not yet time for any of the queens to be on stage as an old Llaltese man was still rambling introductions.

by **Illdonya** » Fri Feb 09, 2024 5:02 pm

ILLDONYA

"UGH- I hate socializing" says Depression, Illdonya's ElimiNATION entrant. "This sucks." Depression is wearing a dark hoodie with absolutely no make up on. It (Depression's pronouns are it/its) is wearing sweatpants and dark sunglasses covering its eyes. It walks around with this "fashion" statement, saying that people need to be more casual. "Like seriously, stop asking me questions about what I'm wearing, I literally took the first thing off the shelves." says Depression. Depression limps slowly to the reporters, groaning after every step. It gives out a few autographs at the price of 100 USD in cash. Depression feels jet lagged after arriving in St. Christopher, Llalta. After posing with a few depressed fans, Depression manages to escape to the family bathroom. It hides there for a whole 3 hours. Depression was introverting in the bathroom, playing Candy Crush, Brawl Stars, Roblox, watching Youtube and TikTok.

Finally Depression needs to grab a snack and leaved the family restroom. Fans recognize it and bombard it with pictures. It is pushed back out to the crowed and into the ugly red carpet. Depression manages to bargain an autograph for a turkey dinner. As Depression eats the turkey dinner with delight, reporters come and bombard Depression with annoying-ass questions.

What is your favo(u)rite WorldVision Song? a reporter from TÖBUK asks.
Depression responds:

"Oh, finally, an easy question. It's obviously QUEENCARD by (G)I-DLE! I sure do love (G)I-DLE, one of the best groups in the world. You have to give it for the leader, SOYEON, one of the very few idols that compose and lyricize the songs entirely by herself.Their performance in WorldVision 110 in Butternutsquash, Ugunnustan at the CreamSoup Stadium representing South Korea was just spectacular! I'm a devoted Neverland and I have to say my bias is SHUHUA although my bias wrecker is surely YUQI. Though I can't deny it, MIYEON's visuals were stunning, and MINNIE's vocals were just amazing. However, it's so sad that SOOJIN was forced to leave the group because she faced bullying scandals, even though they were proven false. I guess Cube Entertainment really wanted to save its skin and kick poor Soojin out.

Queencard - (G)I-DLE

"But Depression, (G)I-DLE never participated in WorldVision, and Butternutsquash isn't a city in Ugunnustan. And South Korea doesn't participate in WorldVision." remarked the Todlichebujoki reporter.

But Depression retaliates:

"Shut up hater. You back to living on your ugly farmlands, hashtag sorry not sorry. Have fun being grabbed by your horns! I heard that's all they do in Todlichebujoku. You really can't appreciate pure art. Especially QUEENCARD by (G)I-DLE.

Depression finished its turkey dinner and walks toward the trash to throw it out. When it was bombarded with another reporter who asked another stupid ass question.

Will you be taking home a man/woman after tonight? asks the dumb-ass.

Depression simply replies:

Shut up, ugly DONKEY.

Depression was about to leave when it was asked a very interesting question it had never thought of before. Depression considered answering and finally answered.

Who is your biggest inspiration? asks someone from Ugunnustan. (Depression assumes the person is from the city of Butternutsquash)

Depression rants:

Despair is the true inspiration. We are all doomed. The climate is changing and the seas are rising. Corals are dying and so are puffins. There is no hope. Countries have become more divided and the threat of a third WorldWar is imminent. There is nothing we can do. Will you be able to save the world? A virus plagues the earth called misinformation. People refuse to get vaccinated. People throw trash out the window like how throw rocks back at the sea. The turtles are dying. What will YOU do? You are the next generation. You can save the world. The world still oppresses women and people of colo(u)r, and inflation strikes. Trade tariffs and global wars. Millions dead from Ukraine-Russia and Israel-Hamas. If Taiwan-China is next. We are all dead. What will YOU do?

The audience collapses from emotional shock. Depression leaves to go back to its hotel.

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 4:38 pm

CHALLENGE TWO - HOSTING BID

Alevian Avanate (Gallicelèstia), Channel Superior (Mother CupcakKe), Koolona Allegra (Achaean Republic), Mijinak Ze Zemkorow (Furballland)

PART 1

THE LOGO

THE HOSTING BID CONCEPT

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 4:56 pm

CHALLENGE TWO - HOSTING BID

Alevian Avanate (Gallicelèstia), Channel Superior (Mother CupcakKe), Koolona Allegra (Achaean Republic), Mijinak Ze Zemkorow (Furballland)

PART 2

Due to significant upload issues, going forward judges are requested to follow the links to the videos.

THE VENUE

THE STAGE

by **Todlichebujoku** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 5:01 pm

Introducing...

Kunuka-Vamanzi, Tödlichebujoku

Treble In Paradise

Welcome to Kunuka-Vamanzi, the Tödlichebujoki paradise in the vast Valdamenas Ocean to the east of the nation’s mainland. Known for its near-tropical Mediterranean climate, this beautiful city on the island of Umuakvu is the perfect place for the Queens and Kings of the world to congregate for the next WorldVision Song Contest. The Kunuka-Vamanzi City Council and the newly formed ‘Central Universal National Television' broadcasting group are proud to present to the world our official WV113 bid. Get ready for Treble in Paradise!

The city of Kunuka-Vamanzi lies in the north of Tödlichebujoku’s Sasechaya Islands. Known for their balmy subtropical climate, the islands have beautiful beaches stretching for miles along their coastline which come abuzz with the exotic nightlife of the city that make for a top destination for musicians, WV-megafans and general tourists alike. Even the WorldVision officials won’t be able to resist a quick dip in the warm waters when the competition comes to the city. The beaches in the city are of shining white coral sand, but elsewhere on the islands, stunning volcanic black sand beaches are also common. Along the shorelines in the north of the Islands, where Kunuka-Vamanzi is located, the weather is almost perpetually warm and sunny, while it’s cool and misty higher up the mountains and to the south of the archipelago. No matter what your preferences are, you’ll find a place of comfort and peace.

Originally a sleepy fishing village, Kunuka-Vamanzi and the island it sits upon has been a popular winter get-away destination among the Tödlichebujoki upper classes for centuries after its discovery and controversial annexation into the Tödlichebujoki political sphere by the Prince of Nahua (a topic for another time). However with the advent of the modern age and the popularisation of package holidays among the middle and lower classes, the popularity of the city boomed. This explosion in tourism also caused an explosion in the economy, transforming sleepy KuVa into the principal city of Sasechaya archipelago and a mainstay in the cultural consciousness of Tödlichebujoku and beyond when thinking of island breaks, and such, many a classic Tödlichebujoki classic love song or movie have used the city as a nostalgic setting.

The city sprawled out into the surrounding farmlands as new developments were built for tourists, but also a booming population from the mainland wanting that easy island life. This influx of migrants from the rest of Tödlichebujoku led to the city having a unique blend of traditional and contemporary cultures compared to the rest of the settlements in the archipelago. Still underlined by the indigenous Sasechayan culture, a fusion formed with the general Taploukki culture of Tödlichebujoku, as well as other cultures from the many nations across the Valdamenas Ocean, such as the “far western” (really eastern from the perspective of Sasechaya) nations of Naforâchia, Solonguia, and Gôtruca. This reputation also gave the city a higher level of foreign migrants and international restaurants as a result of, so no matter whether a nation’s entrant gets a bit homesick so far from home, they are sure to be able to find a familiar taste and some friends somewhere among KuVa’s colourful streets to bring their anxiety levels right back down.

There is a multitude of things to do in the Sasechaya Islands. The most obvious options for such a locale include relaxing on the beachfront, swimming and snorkelling among the coral reefs, and enjoying the flavours of mangos and pineapples amongst the sound of crashing waves. And of course, the always beloved dragon rides high above the city for an adrenaline-pumping aerial view of all the city’s landmarks and mountains. But that’s not all you can do. Souvenir shoppers will find nirvana in the Oke Osimiri shopping complex, a pedestrian-focused centre adjacent to downtown and filled with an array of exciting shops and eateries. Occasionally the centre plays host to races in the national go-kart league, where it is known as the Oke Osimiri Coconut Mall track. Those less interested in materialism and capitalism will find healing and beauty not only in the many houses of worship through the city, catering to a wide variety of faiths, but also in large areas of protected natural land that cover landscapes ranging from desert-like low shrublands to fog-draped mountain forests. The Sasechaya Islands are a place of great diversity in all things, which is excellent for our international WorldVision audience to appreciate.

Due to the high level of tourism to the city and its surrounding area, much funding has been funnelled from both the provincial and national governments into the public transportation of the area to create a world class system. To move from A to B in the city is a breeze with the interconnected public transport ley lines reaching out even into the local resort and satellite towns, containing all sorts of forms of transport, including metro-lines, tram-lines and the expansive carpetbus lines wafting softly from stop to stop. And of course, the most important for any island chain, ferry-lines. Exploring the city and getting to the venue from your accommodation will be child’s play when using the smooth system. Similarly, the large influx of tourists has made the city well equipped to handle the influx of fans and officials needed to be housed when welcoming an edition of the WorldVision Song Contest.

Hotels, BnBs and hostels are dotted all across the metropolitan area, but most prominently along the wide stretches of shining beaches. Here you can find a wide variety of accommodations, ranging from the elegant and historic colonial-era Grãde Ouciental close by downtown, to the more modern staples such as the Sisápiha tower on the nationally-famed Oiyova Beach. From the city’s bustling downtown, the quieter suburbs or the nature of the surrounding area, this allows a range of available options to suit the preference or budget of all incoming fans and delegations. Who knows? Maybe some fans will fall in love with the environs and become residents themselves!

Our selected venue of this bid is the Halaas Nóó Arena, the home of the most oddly located Tödlichebujoki ice hockey team - the Sasechaya Samuhait (in English, the Sasechaya Smoky Sharks). Outside of the world of sport, the arena is a world class music venue. If you can name a major Tödlichebujoki artist or band, they have likely performed at the HNA, along with a fair number of visiting foreign acts too. The HNA can seat around 17,000 spectators when in a concert arrangement with high tiered seating allowing for panoramic views of the stage from every corner of the area. The HNA is equipped with easy accessibility to both seating areas and food and drink so fans with extra needs need not worry, the HNA team will be there to give full support.

Furthermore, its status primarily as a sporting venue means it is also well equipped to feed and hydrate the masses that may descend on it during the contest. The stands and surrounding areas are packed with tasty kiosks offering a wide selection of food and drink all around the perimeter of the arena. As the home of the island's premier ice hockey team, the HNA is also strongly linked to the local community, rather than just catering to the seasonal tourists. The SS Community Outreach is a cornerstone of Kunuka-Vamanzi’s diverse populace, weaving together the multiple communities with each other and the local Sasechayans in support for their sporting heroes. With the entrances and walkways lined with images of the players, supporters and local area, visitors will get to feel like more than just another tourist, but like they’ve got to know a part of the KuVa community for their WorldVision stay.

VIDEO OF STAGE

The stage was designed by Illdonyan stage and fashion designer Jayin Moon and we are proud to announce that he has worked diligently with us to produce one of the most advanced stages to ever be used for WorldVision. Designed to incorporate the stylistic theming of the Art Deco inspired graphics while still feeling fresh and modern, the stage is layered with a large LED screen backing the stage, a pyramid composed of OLED screens as the centrepiece and small, movable LED palm trees as props. All of this is on the main section of the stage, up on steps from a lower stage section which itself leads to a walkway into the audience. Designed and built to fit and elevate any staging ideas to new heights.

We are dedicated to providing the utmost best for each act and we will do everything we can to ensure it. We will be able to provide pyrotechnics of all types, smoke and lasers. We also have the logistics ready to make sure that props of large sizes can be rolled on and off the stage seamlessly to make for a flawless edition of our favourite song contest. With our host city being part of the Reborn Republic of Tödlichebujoku, we will also have access to the little staging bonuses Tödlichebujoki magic can deliver, with in-arena magical weather affects and apparitions available at the disposal of our delegations, it is not just the TV viewers that will receive a visual wonder. All in all, this joint bid would be set up to have production and staging that would go down in WorldVision history to be remembered fondly by fans for decades to come.

We here at Central Universal National Television always want the best hosts when it comes to WorldVision and we are proud to announce that Darkmania’s television host queen Hëntryëtta Tÿrlingen is our candidate to host the competition. She already showed us her hosting prowess when the Darkmanian city of Anÿme held the 92nd WorldVision Song Contest and we are glad to announce she is back again having another shot at displaying her skills, humour and beauty for the viewers at home. She guided us through WV92 gracefully and is ready to up the ante to a new level if given the chance to host again. Her personality cannot be contained and she is ready to be an unrivalled force on the stage.

The general theming of our bid, and thus our graphics, is one of “high class in the tropics”. Bringing a more sophisticated style to an island getaway hosting, rather than giving children machetes like Achaea. This is demonstrated through our classic styled graphics, taking inspiration from the Art Nouveau and Art Deco movements of the early 20th century’s gilded age to invoke a nostalgic sophistication throughout the contest and its visual aspects.

Our scoreboard uses a typical font of the era and embraces a floral (well really more like a foliar) motif to echo the lushness of the islands and the concept of paradise. The logo itself consists of a palm tree, with a happy little serpent wrapping itself around the trunk to form a treble clef, in an exciting and cheeky interpretation of the motto “Treble In Paradise”.

Our postcards would also follow the theme running through the bid while also engaging delegations by asking them what in their nation they would consider “a place of paradise”, and then airing this corner of their nation to the world before their performance. Each nation would have free range to choose and location that they feel fits the bill for the theming, as long as it’s a place within their borders. It would provide a great chance for nations to show off a hidden gem corner of their nation to the world and boost their image while staying true to both themselves and the theme of the contest.

We at Multinational Broadcasting Agreement have a wide range of experience when it comes to hosting international song competitions. With multitudes of WV, WHF and special/junior edition hostings under our collective belt, our collaboration would surely make for one of the greatest hostings of WorldVision in recent memories. We are committed to following through and going beyond in creating a wonderful edition for all involved. So please, vote for this bid and come enjoy the WorldVision Song Contest 113 with us all in Kunuka-Vamanzi!

Signed by the lovely queens from “Multinational Broadcasting Agreement”
Natti LaBelle (Natanya)
Der Tod the Lich Queen (Tödlichebujoku)
Depression (Illdonya)
Vaccum Cleaner (Vartugia)

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 5:01 pm

CHALLENGE TWO - HOSTING BID

Alevian Avanate (Gallicelèstia), Channel Superior (Mother CupcakKe), Koolona Allegra (Achaean Republic), Mijinak Ze Zemkorow (Furballland)

PART 3

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THE POSTCARDS

THE HOSTS

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 5:05 pm

CHALLENGE TWO - HOSTING BID

Alevian Avanate (Gallicelèstia), Channel Superior (Mother CupcakKe), Koolona Allegra (Achaean Republic), Mijinak Ze Zemkorow (Furballland)

PART 4

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THE SCOREBOARD

JURY VOTING

TELEVOTING

FINAL RESULTS

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 5:10 pm

Part 5 was sent twice due to server issues.

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 5:10 pm

CHALLENGE TWO - HOSTING BID

Alevian Avanate (Gallicelèstia), Channel Superior (Mother CupcakKe), Koolona Allegra (Achaean Republic), Mijinak Ze Zemkorow (Furballland)

PART 5

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HEART ISLAND

THE SECTORS

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 16, 2024 5:15 pm

CHALLENGE TWO - HOSTING BID

Alevian Avanate (Gallicelèstia), Channel Superior (Mother CupcakKe), Koolona Allegra (Achaean Republic), Mijinak Ze Zemkorow (Furballland)

PART 6

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TRANSPORTATION

ACCOMMODATION

THE END

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by **Vartugia** » Sat Feb 17, 2024 10:42 am

Vartugia

Vacuum Cleaner- Lip Sync

Fuck! Vacuum is in danger again. And this time she has to sing as the last time she was to sing, she was saved by a contestant quitting. Well, time to make the most out of it. As she prepares the lip sync, she quickly moves to her part of the stage and begins to rip out some parts of the dress. The judges are confused. Why would a queen rip out her skirts in her dress? But it get's even more interesting as there seems to be something that is hidden under the dress. It is in different colours than the dress. The judges looked stunned and surprised, like they weren't expecting this at all. HaruPaul is the most confused and begins to ask the other judges what is going on. Michelle looked like she knew what this is. When Vacuum ripped out parts of her dress, a green-white-red flag had been revealed, and just like the normal flag everyone seems to know and love, it also contains a Fleur-de-lis, a symbol used for Vartugia and vartugians as a whole.

Michele seems to understand what that means and moves her head towards her fellow co-judges to explain what the heck is going on and why is there suddenly a different-looking flag on stage. Most of her fellow co-judges moved their heads towards her, since she was to explain all of this

Michele: That is the old Empiredom flag from Vartuiga that was last used before the May Coup of 1970, and today a symbol of TRP opposition. I know this because there are a few of these vartugiaists in my home city and in my native Carrelie. They call themselves "Vartugiaists" after "Vartugiaism", the movement to restore the vartugian empire and democracy and to an end to the TRP regime.

Haru: Ok, thanks for the explanation. What should we do with her? Is it safe for her to return to Vartugia?

Michele: Not sure, we will figure it out later. We don't want Vaccum to be killed for this. She's brought all of the bad Hoover puns with her.

Carsuurna: Empiredom? Like in a ruling as an emperor?

W. Ross: Yes, like an emperor in historical times. But in this context, restoring it in present-day but under a democracy.

Michele: Yeah, vartugiasts love their emperor in-exile. I have a soft spot for these, coming from a woman who did vote for them since a few of my friends is vartugiaists plus knowing the horrible crimes TRP, "Teh Ruling Party" has committed

As Vaccum was clearing her throat, and with the empiredom flag in her hands, she began to sing her lipsync lyrics. The music is a bit unfitting, as the host may not have thought out that one of the contestants was very political and was to perform.

Pixie Lott - All About Tonight(0:44 - 1:12)

[box]

We’re fighting for the Crown
And to give them light back
We will end the regime
And bring liberty back
A call for revolution
And for a better tomorrow now
You will not stop the folk

Join the army of liberators
Making sure Vartugia gets cleanses
From the sins they have committed
Sending you a universal call
Help us with the revolution
Help us with the liberation
You will not stop the folk

She raises the green-white-red coloured flag to place it over her head, as the music has ended. She shouts out phrases in Vartugeese, a language that is spoken in the vartugian diasora all over the world.

Vaccum: Vartugie est Libere! Vartugie est Libere! (Vartugia are free! Vartugia are free!)

Michele explains to the others the meaning of this random phrase, shouted in vartugeese. For many, they don't know the meaning but for vartugiaists, it has a deep meaning with a hope for a better tomorrow for Vartugia. A new Vartugia cleansed from its sins.

Michele: That phrase is the universal call signal that TRP has fallen and Vartugia is free from them. Once again, I live with vartugiaists in my home city and therefore know this.

The judges discuss between them as Vaccum moves out off the stage, after creating a lot of controversy. Oh boy, this is juicy. Michele seems to understand and care but Haru was not looking impressed.

by **Illdonya** » Sun Feb 18, 2024 4:01 am

Illdonya

Depression dug through the landfill looking for any sort of inspiration. Then it came across a pamphlet advertising tourism to We-Are-Dice-Land. Then it struck. It could receive help from one of the most prominent groups there. "Hello, CHANCE GURLS, you there?" Depression called. Surprisingly they accepted. After a bit of planning and choreography work, Depression was ready.

Depression and CHANCE GURLS walked on stage. They were ready to begin performing a short clip of HaruPaul's Song—only this time, with new lyrics.

The chorus plays. To begin, Depression and the Chance Gurls slash their arms to the left. With less than a second later, Depression and Chance Gurls bring their right arm up in a sweeping fashion at an elevated speed. Then they quickly bring that same arm down while bringing the other arm (the left one) to their forehead. The left arm goes back down as the right one comes back up but with their fists clenched. The next dance move bring their right arm to the left cheek while the right one is placed right next to the left. Their hands each make a hand symbol that seems to vaguely resemble an iris flower. The hands slightly separate as if there is a thin glass door in between the hands. The camera zooms in while they dance in perfect sychronization.

我的心在跳動，我感受到音樂
我想整天跳舞唱歌

For the next section of the chorus, Depression and Chance Gurls are raising their let fist while their right one is down low, around thigh length. The left fist is opened up, becoming a palm, which is then moved down back and forth, like someone making a stop signal with their hands multiple times; each time getting lower and lower—closer in line to the belly. When the left hand is in line to the belly, they then move their left arms outward and the right arms is brought back up again to touch the left one in the middle. This move was used to prep the more "iconic" move—the iris one. Again, Depression and Chance Gurls bring their hands to the left side and my an iris like shape; and again, they separate the hands as if there is a glass door. The camera zooms to Depression's face and then to one of the members of Chance Gurls.

We are the queens of the world and nothing can beat
We power on so bright

The camera then zooms out, where it is quite hard to see the exact movements of Depression and Chance Gurls but if you look closely you might be able to make it out. It seems that they have now put their right arm to their wrist. Then, with very little effort, they "roll" their hips down, all while thrusting their left arm out. They move their hands downward, yet off to an angle. They clasp their hands together and flip to both sides of the hands. The camera cuts to a close up camera. Quickly, they swing this clasp downwards again—similar to a pendulum, with their left arm discreetly making a fist. With the momentum of the "pendulum", the left hand swing to the chest, now in a fist, and double taps the fist to the chest—in a similar way to someone who might pound their chest. The pounding then becomes more of a wavy movement, with the elbow going up whist the fist moves down—emulating the forearms as a wave. Chance Gurls and Depression make a few steps to coordinate with this motion, making it fluid as ever.

那些人太愚蠢了，因為他們知-
他們無法對付我們, So let them shut up

For this last section of the chorus they move both of their hands down, like slapping a table or pushing the floor. They change the direction of this movement to in front of the camera, as if they are pushing a wall in front of them. They clap their hands, but done in a skillful way in that it matches the dance (as their arms were raised in a square-like position), and it is silent and non of the judges (nor the audience) could hear it. They bring their hands down to make and upside-down "V" shape, then quickly bring it up to make an "X" on their chest. They clench their fists but stick their index fingers out, like a high intensity pointing. They subsequently bring their arms slightly higher so that the index finger is pointing their nose and their arms are no longer in an X shape right above the chest. To finish it off, Depression and Chance Gurls make the iconic "iris" dance move and hold it. The crowd applauses.

We can carry on the light
And I'm not saying 'sup
We power on so bright

Depression thanks the judges. Lea, the leader of Chance Gurls says one quick blurb. "It was an honor performing in front of you! I enjoyed it! Have a great night."

Before ending this entry off, Depression goes on an Instagram live just to say one thing. "All our contestants here at ElimiNATION are great. They are people and should be treated as such. Each one of them is truly unique and amazing. Despite the drama and the intention 'ratting out' I wish we could all be friends, and this should go for all, not just at ElimiNATION."

by **Vartugia** » Thu Feb 22, 2024 12:48 am

CONTAINS AI GENERATED IMAGERY

Vartugia

Vaccum Cleaner & Danÿel Ärgmeldeek- Not Fun

Natalie Imbruglia - Torn

Live from "Johnson's Night Club"

Between takes of ElimiNATION, Vacuum spends her time in the clubs being busy with whatever one can be busy in foreign clubs. This has led her to spend a bit too much time in the clubs at the cost of her being in the Lip Sync twice. Vacuum, however, has decided to focus more on ElimiNATION despite she has to club, leaving only 5 hours of ElimiNATION (~~lol lmao~~). During one of the visits, she meets the young darkmanian student Danÿel Ärgmeldeek, who is studying in Llalta. What he is studying and why he is in Llalta is not known, but all we care about is that he has agreed to join Vaccum in an interesting duet, recorded and sung live from one of the nightclubs in Llalta.

Vaccum Cleaner and her parter for this duet, Danÿel Ärgmedldeek are ready to peform. The stage isn't very large and the nightclub only has wired microphones. His voice is less to be desired but at least it is awfully bad. They also decided to sing every other verse of this song.

Vaccum begins and she looks at the papers where she had written this song. She seems a bit regretful in some parts but mostly is happy with the results.

We were tasked to write a joke song
The massive issue is that no one even likes them.
So, who the fuck is this intended for?

Now it is Danÿel's turn and like what was written earlier, his vocals aren't great. This causes Vaccum to laugh and smirk, but ultimately take herself seriously again.

People have different standard for humour
A few of these are fun
But many don’t wanna hear poorly made ones
Because joke entries aren’t fun

Back to Vaccum singing and Danÿel looks a bit confused about the meaning of this song but it ultimately doesn't make a fuss about the lyrics. The sole camera recording this (as this was recorded and then the tape was being sent) slightly moved but was quickly readjusted back to position again.

HaruPaul likely regrets this challenge.
Nothing is funny or great.
There is only one thing
This is shit and you know it.

Danÿel is next to sing and Vaccum removes a piece of paper with the text and places it on a chair placed off-camera. Danÿel's vocals do improve a bit but still are not great. But he is improving.

Why am I singing this?
No one like these
These lyrics are bad
You are suffering hearing them

Vaccum is next and Danÿel also removes a piece of paper, but he places it on the stage floor. A random hand appears, but it is to remove the paper on the floor. We also hear someone sneeze but only Danÿel reacts as Vaccum is too focused on singing.

Things never change
When a joke nation writes
You fully know what to expect
This isn’t the best song ever
"Try again sweetie and make it better next"

Danÿel now sings and some random stranger is whispering to Vaccum who does whisper back to the stranger. Danÿel is a tad too focused on his singing as the same stranger who whispered to Vaccum walks infromt the camera recording this.

So I guess we are last place in this thing
You are reading this and hating this
This song isn’t fun

Vaccum is next to sing. Danÿel looks at the lyrics for his next verse,

We do not want a single joke in this
All we want is a serious song in this contest
When you are reading jokes
Soon you will say this line
"I didn’t laugh, it’s bad"

Danÿel now signs, and Vaccum removes a new piece of paper with the lyrics. A stranger's hand takes the paper with him.

Why am I singing this?
No one like these
These lyrics are bad
You are suffering hearing them

Vaccum sings and Danÿel removes his paper sheet with the same stranger also taking it away.

Things never goes well
When a joke nation writes
You fully know what to expect
This isn’t the best song ever
You have been suffering by a badly written shitpost

Danÿel sings as Vaccum looks at Danÿel.

HaruPaul likely regrets this challenge
Go write serious entries instead
There is only one thing
All joke entries are bad

Vacuum sings as we see Danÿel whisper to a stranger, asking who HaruPaul is.

Why am I singing this?
No one like these
These lyrics are bad
You are suffering hearing them

Danÿel sings and once again Vaccum removes her a new piece of paper with the lyrics.

Things never change
When a joke nation writes
You fully know what to expect
This isn’t the best song ever

Vaccum sings the final verse and Danÿel then trades a piece of paper for a guitar.

Why am I singing this?
No one like these
Thank God it’s over soon
Sad and crying on the floor
You have been suffering by a badly written shitpost

Danÿel picks up a guitar and plays the final notes on it as the people inside the club clap as this song is concluding and the tape this was recorded on are nearly used up.

by **Furballland** » Thu Feb 22, 2024 5:17 am

(Satire)

Dgenerate by Mijinak

Furballland's history is marred with degeneracy, and controversy

She sang

Degenerate
Degenerate

Moves to the side

Punish, these are bad
Right now, Furballland is ugly
Just kill him now, ugly AI loser
Don't support this one
Degenerates are horrifying
Furballland is a degenerate.

She facepalms

Can't trust him, can't trust him, Can't trust him for life
Yeah, I do not trust you
A Degene-, Degene-, Degenerate
I'll lose my mind because of you

She points her fingers

I will judge you, I hope, you die
Relegated on the right side of board
A Degene-, Degene-, Degenerate
D-egenerate

Some little dancing

Degenerate, Degenerate, Degenerate, -rate, -rate, Degenerate

Punish, these are bad
Right now, Furballland is ugly
Just kill him now, ugly AI loser
Don't support this one
Degenerates are horrifying
Furballland is a degenerate.

Faceplams

Can't trust him, can't trust him, Can't trust him for life
Yeah, I do not trust you
A Degene-, Degene-, Degenerate
I'll lose my mind because of you

I will judge you, I hope, you die
Relegated on the right side of board
A Degene-, Degene-, Degenerate
D-egenerate

*Dances*

Degenerate, Degenerate, Degenerate, -rate, -rate, Degenerate, -rate, -rate, -rate *?!?*

I will lose my mind cuz of you! x2

Can't trust him, can't trust him, Can't trust him for life
Yeah, I do not trust you
A Degene-, Degene-, Degenerate
I'll lose my mind because of you

I will judge you, I hope, you die
Relegated on the right side of board
A Degene-, Degene-, Degenerate
D-egenerate

*Points fingers*

Yeah Degenerate, Yeah Degenerate, Degenerate F No! F Degenerate, Degenerate, Degenerate.

*This perfromance will be forgeotten*

by **Mother CupcakKe** » Fri Feb 23, 2024 12:02 am

⚝ Mother CupcakKe ⚝
Clean Face (Less Naughty Version) by Ditch Bitch
3 (sorry in advance guys LOL)
Tune: Blank Space ~ Taylor Space

Ditch Bitch (real name Tiffany Sheet) is an acclaimed half-CupcakKean, half-Squidwardish singer, infamous for her incredibly profane work. Despite this, she is incredibly popular with the younger generation for this reason, as well as weaving her hyper-sexualised concepts in witty, clever ways. Today, she is performing at the Four Corners Arena in Paytassia, Trishy Plains, Mother CupcakKe with a reworked version of her viral hit Clean Face, so it is less in one's face in terms of direct sexual commentary. Nonetheless, the sexual innuendo replacing them is still just as obvious as the original, though no where near as radio-unfriendly.

Lyrics:
Intro:

0:00 ~ 0:25
Ditch walks onto the stage, ready to grace her audience with the (probably) most disgusting song they will hear tonight wearing nothing but a two piece bikini, despite the fact it was a windy, cold day in Paytassia. With surprisingly decent vocal capacity, she begins singing as the lights switch to a sensual red, and the LED screens begin displaying an empty bed in an INCREDIBLY messy room....

"Glad I found you, where's your bed?
I need some work done on my head"
Kissing, screaming, what comes next?
Then the next day, he texts
"Hey granny, fancy round two?
I hope you liked last night too
Have a place to go to?"

0:25 ~ 0:45
She continues singing the verse, while making gestures with her hands (and rest of body if necessary) in relation to the lyrics, catching many gasps of shock and tears of traumatising enjoyment.

Saw this guy from afar
Trying to hire a 'movie' star
Next thing I know, fluids fly
And I pray this bruise leaves my thigh
As I clean the glaze
I haven't slept in my bed for days
Drop a fun toy and descend
Always making small guys big for a weekend

0:45 ~ 1:05
Ditch continues singing tone-perfect, as backup dancers join her in equally suggestive outfits and begin dancing with very interesting movements, reminiscent of a certain type of movie Ditch referred to in the verse prior.

I can feel something on my chest
And there's something in my ass
Always find me getting undressed, mm
We're so dirty, got no class
People say I am a disgrace
They'll tell you I'm extreme
'Cause I bed men like it's a race
And they always scream

1:05 ~ 1:25
For the second half of the chorus, the lights switch to a piercing white, illuminating every atom of the stage. Meanwhile, Ditch and her dancers continue making some of the audience wishing free bleach was provided to cleanse their eyes.

We risked going condomless
You shoved it way too far
And you're always beltless, mm
Like you want it in the car
People say I am a disgrace
They'll tell you I'm extreme
But I've got a clean face, daddy
And it needs your cream

1:30 ~ 1:50
The LED screens begin displaying the inside of a plane, with the windows overlooking the mountainous land of Chile. Another dancer, dressed as a porn film version of a flight attendant arrives with their trolley and pours a glass of wine for Ditch. Ditch takes the glass, smashes it on the floor and grabs the bottle, and takes big gulps whenever possible while singing.

Aftermath, my skin shines
I start downing a bottle of wine
Stolen dildos, pretty tight
You will not leave without a fight
I'm feeling quite chilly
Warm me up like a chilli
Then, take me first class to Chile, oh, woah

1:50 ~ 2:10
Ditch finishes the bottle by now, and gives it to a keen member of the audience, who starts licking the bottle rabidly. Ditch starts singing with slurred words, but this was her intention! The slurring creates a vocal tone similar to Sia, and surprisingly sounds good sonically! The LED screen also switches back to a messy bedroom, but one littered with various toys that are not for children.

Gagging, choking, make me kneel
Keep going and I might just squeal
Large bedroom filled with sound
Find me screaming, on the ground
Get the toys, and let's play
Make me walk with a sway
Got me so tired, I look dead
But, daddy, I'm a freak bitch tied to a bunk bed

2:10 ~ 2:30
Ditch and her dancers begin the same dance as last time, as the lights change back to the sensual red from the start. The audience begin to sing along, for some reason they really enjoy this. Perhaps it reminds them of a certain someone in the country's history...

I can feel something on my chest
And there's something in my ass
Always find me getting undressed, mm
We're so dirty, got no class
People say I am a disgrace
They'll tell you I'm extreme
'Cause I bed men like it's a race
And they always scream

2:30 ~ 2:50
The lights switch again to that piercing white, grabbing the audiences attention once more (as if their attention hasn't been fondled with enough in this performance so far).

We risked going condomless
You shoved it way too far
And you're always beltless, mm
Like you want it in the car
People say I am a disgrace
They'll tell you I'm extreme
But I've got a clean face, daddy
And it needs your cream

2:50 ~ 3:10
Ditch begins belting in soprano while drunk unexpectedly, and the audience begins cheering ecstatically. Many backing vocalists walk on stage, and create a heavenly soundscape, making the performance almost holy... even though the song is more sinful than a hit and run.

I like to have fun when it's naughty
Living like I'm in, like I'm in the Noughties
I like to have fun when it's naughty
Living like I'm in, like I'm in the Noughties

3:10 ~ 3:30
For the final chorus, the lights constantly dance around and change colours as Ditch and the dancers get ready to do the same dance for the third and final time.

I can feel something on my chest
And there's something in my ass
Always find me getting undressed, mm
We're so dirty, got no class
People say I am a disgrace
They'll tell you I'm extreme
'Cause I bed men like it's a race
And they always scream

3:30 ~ 3:51
As the song ends, Ditch collapses on the floor, exhausted and off her tits on wine and the dancers pick her up and remove her from the stage, thus ending her... interesting performance. The audience gives her a standing ovation, even though she cannot hear anything as she is fully out.

We risked going condomless
You shoved it way too far
And you're always beltless, mm
Like you want it in the car
People say I am a disgrace
They'll tell you I'm extreme
But I've got a clean face, daddy
And it needs your cream

by **Achaean Republic** » Fri Feb 23, 2024 1:48 pm

Oh, Koolona. You’re not gonna make it. It always happens!

Always rushing back and forth when you should’ve planned your routines with at least four weeks’ notice before getting the gig. It’s always a hurry, a competition to get notice elsewhere or somewhere. They even asked you if you wanted to be in the first season of Drag Race Acaya, but stupid Koolona forgot to do the freakin’ paperwork again! Ugh, when will this end? You know you’re a talented mediocre bitch, right? That’s the pep talk you want, and that’s the pep talk you deserve! But everything else is, as usual, a mess.

Ay, Dios mío, Koolona! Can you please stop being a stupid bundle of nervous energy!? Walk through the stage, look confident, smile that pearly ass of that cost you a couple hundred dollars at the dentist, and go perform your ass off as if you were performing in that dingy gay club a few weekends ago, where you couldn’t guess what type of liquid was running down the floor. Ew! There’s no need to remember that!

Hurry, bitch, hurry, you ain’t got time
You’re a professional, just get it right!
Don’t eat a sandwich, a smoothie’s fine
There’s a Burger King on the right

Koola, being a bundle of nerves as always. It’s a miracle you booked that Carnival gig at the last minute—and I’m not talking about that gay cruise where you know what you did with the captain. Wave your hands to the side like you just don’t care. Opulence—step down! Shimmy-shake, shimmy-shake. The goal is mediocrity this time, just enough to make it one extra day, another step of the way. The idea is to endure, outwit, and out-cunt these queens (and kings and non-binary monarchs) until the end.

Lift your chin and smile. The judges love the smile. They don’t need to know how desperate you are to move on. Or that time you cried yourself into a pillow. Oh, wait—isn’t this supposed to be a joke entry, make them laugh at your ridiculous antics. And smile, it makes life easier!

They don’t need to know you slept ten minutes more
Stop being a stupid hoe!

Take advantage of the fireworks on stage, and the shirtless men from the pit crew (woof! Woof! Woof! Woof!) that are dancing and stubbing their toes for you. Let them lift you up like a flapping Jesus on the cross, almost naked, but slightly grabbing your crotch to remember if you tucked. Oh, yeah—it’s there. (The foreskin is somewhat hidden from the tapes, but the judges don’t need to know that.)

I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!

Did you really make the song in ten minutes, Koolona? I guess it was enough time your puny, putrid brain can put up with such magnanimous level of creativity deserving of an International Emmy award, just as you muscled through those Corola nights where you had to fight with drunk patrons for your tips, deal with gawking straight brides who wanted to throw olives and peanuts at you, and report a local queen that was stealing every performer’s tips. Sticky, sweaty, and tired. Almost defeated. A ball of anxiety. You were supposed to write a joke entry, but honey, you are the joke!

Look at this cokehead, she stole my lines
And I saw her sucking dick on the back
Nobody has to know she stole tips last time
But lemme TikTok some shady sights

Hurry, hurry! Do the splits or make up a death drop! Emcee that show! Maybe take over HaruPaul’s wig and thrash it on the floor, or spit on Michelle Visage’s drink, or wear green underwear or something! Do something that draws people’s eyeballs (and pockets toward you!) Take those nunchuks that you brought into the stage for some reason and throw them up to the sky, maybe ruin a light panel or something and cause some natural sparks in the air! Would it be a fire hazard á la Vartugia? Maybe. But you can’t deny that it’s something that will draw their attention…Ow-ow-ow! They deserve that, you know!

I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!

The judges aren’t laughing. Oh, boy—you’re in trouble now, Koolona! What to do? What to do? What to do? The lip sync is going—mediocre, perhaps even passable. Enough to get by with your lightly toned body and beautiful charm, but not maybe not enough to garner a win for the season. Why did you sign up for this travesty again? Oh, please, as if that matters now! Okay, don’t forget to make the lip sync as accurately as possible for it—

Wait, what’s that? Why is something rumbling in your stomach like it shouldn’t? Oh, boy. You know what happens when you get nervous. Did you eat that sandwich before coming here? Not like it matters—the food is mediocre.

Hurry, bitch, hurry, you ain’t got time
You’re a professional, just get it right!
Don’t eat a sandwich, a smoothie’s fine (fine, fine, fine)

Did you really have to dash your stomach juices over the floor? Oh, no—they already know your secret! Get it off, get it off, get it off! The pit crew (woof! Woof! Woof!) is running against you like the plague. The scene is Placely Placingtonian levels of chaos and confusion, intrigue and shenanigans. They know their floor is forever soiled by a nervous, anxious Achaean queen who couldn’t perform to the hilt because she is a nervous wreck. You want a joke? That’s the joke, there!

At least you made the song in ten minutes.

I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!
I made this song in ten minutes, hey!

Now, let’s see what the medic backstage says about your explosive performance!

by **Todlichebujoku** » Fri Feb 23, 2024 2:30 pm

"Ugunnustan and Me"

Based on the INCREDIBLE TRUE story!

Some believe. Others don't.

It's so difficult to believe, to let into your heart, for many. But I do. I have FAITH.

Faith is such a strong power, with or without Paloma. In the universe from which Tödlichebujoku sprung into existence, faith can create and fuel the power of deities, and entire realms of existence. But faith is not always left unchallenged. Sometimes people believe in ideas, concepts, worlds that others may find utterly and totally ridiculous. In "Ugunnustan and Me", Der Tod the Lich Queen explores a character who has manifested a realm called "Ugunnustan" where she flees to when all seems dark in her life. Some say it is a real country that you can fly to. Others deny its existence categorically. But for her, it is a deeply personal spiritual realm where water springs from the desert like petroleum from the stones, a land of endless consumption and overwhelming excess. It is her safe space, her sanctuary, her promised afterlife. It will always be with her everywhere she goes, to bring her peace when she closes her eyes.

And she will defend its sanctity with her LIFE. No matter what the "um akshually" naysayers and haters say.

She is lying down in a luscious canopy bed, wreathed in fluffy comforters and pillows galore, and dressed in a silky, silvery nightgown. Around her, the lights are dimmed down, only a soft light, like moonlight, illuminating her. She gazes out wistfully, far away, as angelic strings strum and tinkle before she begins

[0:00-0:31]
There's a land that they talk about
Far beyond
There's the town of Ous, you know it's real to me, babe.
I'm manifesting there daily

She continues staring into the unknown before turning toward the judges, and the camera view, breathily, in a moment of supreme emotionality

[0:31-0:33]
Our souls will meet again.

The beatific harmonies are joined by a soft dance beat. She whirls out of the bed, her night gown spinning off to reveal a lovely dress straight from the Palmañë workshop of Rikardu Fabroni, inspired by an unforgettable and iconic WorldVision pattern.

Isn't that incredible? Now, the background scenery comes into view around her, a sunny desert landscape with glassy modern buildings, and wide open roads and parking lots. But the focus is on the Lich Queen with a slaysome outfit, as a cart modeled after a mini Oqil car drives by her, with a pair of bright pink stilettos on a plate on top. She munches on them, revealing them to be made of taffy. A poor mortal would have to stand there and chew before having to sing again. But the Queen of deathly ice can simply transmutate it away. How talented.

[0:40-0:54]
There's a land where they eat the plastic shoes for dolls
And they build parking lots and roads for all, so many
Flowing with oil money

A burst of cash bills float down from the ceiling. Wow! So wealthy the residents of Ugunnustan must be, if they only existed. Anyway. She raises her hands up in rapturous embrace of the currency before it stops falling, all too soon. She turns back to the audience, her heart in mock distress, before smiling as she turns back toward the montage of sunlit desert

[0:55-1:09]
When it hurts and it all goes wrong
Drama strains all my heart,
So I shift away to this place so friendly
A world where I'm never lonely

It sure is never lonely in this land of Ugunnustan. Look, all around her, so many people traveling alongside her in her journey

How could anyone ever feel lonely?

[1:11-1:23]
A heaven where the sun always shines
Where the roads are so endless like sky, you see
And one day I'll be there when I die, so

Surrounded by automobiles on a stretch of highway wider than Malta Comino Gozo and Llalta combined, she seems at peace. Though the edges waver, perhaps the wavering haze of heated air, or the glimmers of a fever dream, the Lich Queen is in bliss. Golden light falls upon her as the chorus begins, and she raises her upward in embrace of this Ugunnustani fantasy, dirty or not. Around her, seven dancing Oqil vehicles (don't ask) twirl around her, as gracefully as can be

[1:23-1:39]
When I'm feeling down
When I weep and plead
I like to think about
Ugunnustan and me

In the darkest night
Falling to my knees
O Ugunnustan!
Paradise I need

She has fallen to her knees, eyes closed, head still facing the golden light above. Around her, the dancers rove in a circular pattern - a lovely spectacle seen from directly above. It's almost like a ritual circle. She'd know a thing or two about that

[1:47-2:02]
*When I'm feeling down*
Don't need therapy
*When I weep and plead*
Red lights I won't heed
*In the darkest night*
Oqil with TVs
*Falling to my knees…*
Film porn on DVD!

Behind everyone, an Oqil 160 pulls up, its rear door popped open, and reversing into position where a couple can be seen... content creating. In the cargo area, with the back seats folded down to make room. The crossover then drives away as the attention is back on the lovely Lich Queen, who is back on her feet and smirking daringly

[2:02-2:17]
I know it's true, don't you try me
Oh shut up
Just let me float away and dream about it, daily
*dreaming about it daily*
Dreaming about it lately
*dreaming about it lately*

She smiles, lost in thought, lost in space, as if mentally out of this world (mentally in Ugunnustan)

[2:18-2:33]
Sometimes I hear them say,
"It's right there,"
"You just need a passport and some cash, now girlie"
*It's so simple, girlie*
Now why are they lying to me?
*They're just lying to me*

Rolling her eyes, she mimes people blabbering on with her hands. Some people are so rude, making fun of your dreams, your personal sanctuary. Wanting to burst your bubble with "facts" and "logic" UGH.

Like seriously, get a JOB and get OUT of my FACE!!!

[2:34-2:45]
A heaven where the sun always shines
Where the roads are so endless like sky, you see
And one day I'll be there when I die, so

Having moved on from the annoying fake friends, she has turned to once again bask in her sunbaked Ugunnustan fantasy, at peace and unbothered. Beaming, she falls back down to her knees as the chorus begins anew. She is so into the music. It's like she is experiencing total emotional catharsis, just transporting herself into an Ugunnustan state of mind. And being. Swaying about, with dancing cars around her

[2:45-3:01]
When I'm feeling down
When I weep and plead
I like to think about
Ugunnustan and me

In the darkest night
Falling to my knees
O Ugunnustan!
Paradise I need

Footage of average day-to-day travel by talented Ugunnustani drivers plays around the background screens. Such gripping imagery.

What do you mean road rage? This is just normal driving behavior. Road rage doesn't exist. How utopian

[3:09-3:24]
*When I'm feeling down*
Don't need therapy
*When I weep and plead*
Red lights I won't heed
*In the darkest night*
Oqil with TVs
*Falling to my knees…*
*Film porn on DVD!*

The dancer cars engage into some bumper-to-bumper action while the background shows an advertisement for an Oqil crossover with the little TV screens. How fancy.

But then, the lights dim down, like moonlight falling upon the Lich Queen, in a moment of vulnerability... In your darkest hours, sometimes it helps so much to escape into a fantasy land where everything is perfect and nothing could possibly go wrong

[3:24-3:37]
Every night when I pray to gods and the stars
Every night when I dream of Alekstana, baby
I'm astral projecting, daily

Her body slumps forward as her spectral form rises up into the air, a shimmering phantasm of dreadful consciousness. All around, like a wave of magic, the background transforms into an orange-tinted visage of Ous, like a mirage in the smoldering desert... well it is a mirage in the desert anyway so...

[3:39-3:55]
Don't you know, when I manifest into Ous
That sacred land, I know will save me, really
*I know will save me*
The fiery air will cleanse me
*Fiery air will cleanse me*

With a blast of fireballs from the edge of the stage, her spirit form disappears, and her body reanimates, as she joins her friendly automotive travel companions in dancing on the stage, starting from the middle and working their way toward the front. A giant immaterial flag of Ugunnustan, glowing with holy light, just visible enough to be seen (almost as if it really exists) manifests into reality over the stage. You can almost hear the holy choirs of angels singing along with the divine spectacle

[3:55-4:13]
When I'm feeling down
When I weep and plead
I like to think about
Ugunnustan and me

In the darkest night
Falling to my knees
O Ugunnustan!
Paradise I need-

She turns away gracefully from the audience, about to sidle down toward the back of the stage.

Where she promptly gets utterly obliterated by a speeding vehicle.

The lights stay on for a few moments as the dancer cars stare at the scene, then the camera feed cuts immediately to an Oqil commercial

When the show comes back on after the commercial, Der Tod the Lich Queen is standing in front of the judges, whole once more.

She pushes her jaw back into place with a slight pop and crack.

"Painful. but worth it for the bit," she remarks into the silence.

by **Gallicelestia** » Fri Feb 23, 2024 3:20 pm

WorldVision Special Edition 112 | ElimiNATION | Draft Thread

WorldVision Special Edition 112 | ElimiNATION | Draft Thread

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