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Post by Kocha on Feb 20, 2016 0:44:02 GMT
The long awaited day had finally arrived, and Earth's favorite announcer pig was primed and ready. Standing at a podium wide enough for two, canted to the side of ten individual podiums that stood center stage with blinding light. His co-host, @shreek had not yet arrived from his place back stage, but the crew made it clear that it was time to get the broadcast up as scheduled. Taking a deep breath, Kocha smiled at the large audience before him. He was so used to closed studios with fake laugh tracks and clapping hands to make it look like he had a large crowd at his show, but it had been smoke and mirrors. If Kocha could sweat, he would be slathered in it, he felt uncomfortable and hot, sipping at a cool bottle of water. It was time to roll.
"Citizens of earth! It is my great -snort- pleasure, no.... -snort- honor, to present to you the candidates for the presidency of earth," Kocha said over a microphone that blared across the large room. He smiled widely, tonight he couldn't use his usual brashness, he had to appear reasonable to many different people even if he was going to subtly push his agenda in his questioning.
"Before we begin, -snort- let us take a -snort- -snort-.. take a -snort-... take a moment of silence for our former president, the honorable Mr. Bao," Kocha began. "He has been missing so long that he is now -snort- presumed to have been killed during the saiyan invasion," Kocha finished as he lowered his head. The audience followed suit.
"Now, for tonight's debate, we will be introducing each -snort- candidate one by one before we moderators address the questions on everyone's minds, -snort-... but before that, I need to introduce my co-moderator! You love him, I love him, he is one of Earth's greatest stars- that is right people! @shreek !"
Neon to enter first with what is sure to be more stupendous than a WWE entrance xD. After that each candidate can post an entrance thread taking their place at a podium and giving a brief introduction speech, just don't be long winded about it. Vi-Poi Presdon Democia @evilman @shinraion Nostalgic Ayumu Etoru Treylech Jax Punchlust
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 2:47:56 GMT
As soon as the name was mentioned, the room went dark. Suddenly, a track of lines appeared along the floor, leading to backstage, followed by the blast of pyrotechnics as they reached their destination. Smoke billowed out of the door, and through the haze, a tall, slending figure could be seen approaching. The crowd went wild, knowing full well who was coming, the star's trademark theme song beginning to play. Suddenly, all at once, there was a blast of wind, blowing the smoke away, just as a blast of bright pink fireworks exploded behind him. There, striking a pose beneath the blinding spotlight, as none other than the undying star himself, Neon Noble, his metallic form shining in the light. The crowd went absolutely insane.
"Good evening my darlings!" the android cheered out to his fans, who were just as happy to see him. Then, with a surprising amount of grace and skill, Neon lept into the air, his body twirling about before flawlessly landing beside his co-host Kocha with a flourish. "And let's give another hand for my co-host here. We're going to give you a show neither you, or our dear candidates, will soon forget!" His smile brightened as the audience applauded the pair of them. Let it never be said that Neon was a glory hog. The porcine zoan worked just as hard as he did on his show.
"Now then, why don't we wrap up this opener and go to what the crowd wants to see. Let's bring out the stars of our show, shall we?"
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Vi-Poi
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Post by Vi-Poi on Feb 20, 2016 3:49:17 GMT
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As his cue was given Vi-Poi stepped out in his military regalia, his crisp blue military uniform glittering with a heavy badge of medals and accolades from his role leading the defense during the Saiyan War. The crowd gave an ovation as the Blue Banner anthem blared patriotically as he shook hands with Kocha and Neon, azure-hued lights bathing the stage as he took his place at one of the central podiums. He swept his gaze over the large crowd, then smiled into the camera. "Good evening." He said. "Thank you for inviting me tonight, and I look forward to a spirited debate. Tonight, you will hear many different visions of the future. Allow me to tell you my vision. The roots of my vision begin in the past, and its lofty heights extend into a strong and prosperous future for all mankind." Vi-Poi took out a crisp piece of white paper and unfolded it, raising it above his head. "I carry with me the letter sent to me from our dear and beloved President Bao, on the eve of the Blue Banner Revolution. It congratulates my efforts, and expresses excitement that I can succeed. This was a little less than a year ago." His smile grew. "And yet much has changed since then. I got to work with President Bao as a trusted member of his cabinet. I advised the President on all matters of external and internal security policy. But back then, I was just an android with a vision. Some of you here in West Capitol were among the thousands of freedom fighters that fought alongside me during that time. Many others in attendance honored their oaths to defend the old government, and fought bravely against me. More still watched it all unfold on their television sets around the world. To all of you -- whether you were for or against the Revolution -- I am for you."
Vi-Poi let his words sink in, then continued. "This letter sent by the President was a response to an electronic message I sent to his office in King Castle. In that message, I promised three things. These three promises I have kept. First, I promised to uphold the democracy and the rule of law. As this Presidential election has shown, I've carried through on that promise. Second, I promised to use all of my power to assist President Bao in creating a peace among the unruly and powerful aliens whose battles on Earth costed thousands of lives. This I have also done. Lastly was a promise whose fulfillment was less visible. I promised to secretly use much of my key military assets to search for alien artifacts, of which, when in my possession, will be used for global stability." Vi-Poi's smile turned enigmatic. "You will likely hear many attacks slung my way from my opponents tonight. But you will find that every attack they level at me can be rendered impervious by these three kept promise."
He raised his voice. "People of Earth, these are perilous times. Make no mistake -- the Saiyan Solar Empire will darken our skies again one day." Vi-Poi glanced down at the podium, before looking candidly into the camera, his voice steely. "Right before I delivered the blow that defeated the villainous Queen Zucceta and sent her Saiyans in retreat, she shared with me her diabolical vision for the Earth. She wishes to destroy all of mankind. She wishes to murder our species, and see every human destroyed. This is not, therefore, an election about amusing personalities, historical grievances, or petty differences. This is an election about our very survival as a species. About our protection from annihilation. Stand with me, people of Earth. Because I stand with you."
A din filled the auditorium as the audience cheered and wooped. Vi-Poi leaned away from his podium and glanced to the side, awaiting the next candidate.
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Post by Presdon Democia on Feb 20, 2016 7:53:59 GMT
Presdon's expression was steely as he waited in the wings of the stage. He listened intently to Virtual Poi's opening remarks, noting where and when he could turn those very words against the android. The man saw holes in the logic of Vi-Poi's three promises, though he would have to bide his time to use them. It was all a game and the former Azure Administrator had made his first move. Presdon adjusted his red tie, smoothed out his blue suit, and ran his fingers through his hair one last time before walking out onto the stage and smiling broadly. He waved to the crowd as he stepped up to his podium.
"Good evening, everyone," Presdon said. "What a privilege it is to be up here speaking to our entire world against some of the world's finest. Truly, it is an honor to share the stage with such men and women." The man softened his smile from a large grin to a simple smile and folded his hands on the podium. "I come from humble backgrounds. Born in a small town with two older brothers that had already achieved great things in our community, one being an accomplished drummer and the other a skilled baseball player. Tired of living in their shadows, I decided to make my own mark. So, as any child would naturally choose, politics was the answer. Got referred to as 'slimeball by seven' for that." A ripple of laughter ran through the crowd. Presdon paused to let it die down before continuing. "Rest assured, I did not become a slimeball. You can check parking spot seven for that one. It's got a little orange cloud in it, goes by the name 'Nimbus.' But I digress. My political career started simply as the class president during the majority of my school years with my real career beginning when I was elected mayor of my small town. I helped bring prosperity to the town with its hard nosed, hard working population. And I plan to work with you, the people to make a strong and prosperous Earth!"
Presdon's smile became confident and he slapped his palms on the podium before continuing. "Mr. Poi is quite correct. The Saiyan Empire is our greatest enemy and act as a constant threat towards our safety. But I propose a different solution. The BBA were not the only ones to fight on that day. Independent fighters went toe-to-toe with the fearsome Oozaru and individually took down the same amount as a whole platoon of BBA soldiers could! And many were taught by the prestigious Turtle and Crane schools or by the great Serpent Master himself! These people have worked just as hard to defend our home from threats both foreign and domestic," Presdon shot a sideways glance at Vi-Poi, though continued speaking without pause, "yet receive no aid. So, I say that these schools and the... 'Z-Fighters' deserve our support as a planet. Joint operations between the two can provide the Earth with an incredibly powerful military where one keeps the other in check. Would you put all your stock in one company? Of course not! And with a military that strong, we can finally deter any would be conquerors and show them Earth is not to be messed with! So, I say we unite! Unite together as one under one banner! A banner free from the tyranny of Saiyans, Arcosians, or any other entities who wish our fair planet harm! Unite together for a stronger Earth!"
Another loud cheer rang out from the crowd. Presdon took his signature pose, standing sideways with a single finger pointed out towards the crowd and a confident grin on his face. He returned to a regular stance and nodded at the two hosts, signalling he was done and the next candidate could come out.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 20, 2016 8:12:04 GMT
Certainly compared to some of his opponents, Dark Evilman seemed to be striking a more relaxed figure. Oh, he looked good - he always did, in his impeccably-tailored shirt and elegant jacket - but he more slouched his way towards his podium, and leaned up against it when he got there. He didn't seem like the weight of the debate, the glare of the lights, or the seriousness of the situation was weighing too heavily on his shoulders at all.
It was a good charade. He'd have to work hard to keep it up, because there was no way he could compete on any substantial grounds of policy or anything like that. If he was going to return to his life of luxury, he was going to have to earn it by showing the whole world that he has what it takes.
"Good evening everyone. I'm Dark Evilman, and tonight I'm going to tell you why you should vote for The Great Evil."
His smile grew from a smirk to a full on grin.
"Some of you are probably wondering why I say that I'm evil. Well, I'm an Evilman, a demon, and no, I'm not going to apologize for my heritage. Besides, we have to accept that each and every politician on this stage is evil. Its a fact. You don't enter politics without being at least a little, tiny bit evil. Now, some of us will be obviously evil, and some of us will hide our evil intentions until we're in power. Some of us will try to scare you right now with stories about how we're all doomed, and others will try to tell you that you need to change your way of life to help them get what they want. I'm not that kind of evil."
Leaning back, Dark's horned head rose up as regally as he could make it.
"I solemnly swear that when I become President, I will be greedy, self-serving and incredibly lazy. I will do as little work as I can and have as much fun as possible. That means that YOU, the PEOPLE of Earth can keep going about your lives, safe and secure in the knowledge that there will only be the bare minimum amount of change required to keep our great planet ticking along as it always has done. I'll be evil, but I'm an evil you can know and trust."
"Because I love Earth just the way it is. My family have lived here for generations, and we've made it our home. We love it, we love you, and we don't want things to change."
With a sharp nod, Dark turned his attention away from the crowd and back to Kocha and Neon Noble. "Thanks. You guys don't mind if I eat some chips, right?"
If the two hosts DO in fact mind that Dark wants to eat some chips, they're going to have to act pretty quickly because the demon pulls a huge bag of triangular chips from the inside of his jacket and torn the packet open, starting to munch away on the contents whilst listening to what the other competitors had to say with half an ear.
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Post by Etoru on Feb 21, 2016 8:16:56 GMT
[Thread PL: 192,684//Current PL:1] Etoru stood back stage waiting for his cue. Each time a candidate walked by him, he glared up at them angrily. He was determined. Etoru needed to win. And...studying his opponents a few days prior...he knows EXACTLY how to take them on. Right now he was in his disguise as Mr.Urote. The child was dressed in a small tuxedo, a fake mustache, a fake giant nose and glasses with bushy eyebrows, smart shoes, a top hat, and to top it all off, a cane. He was excited, determined, and ready to win. Although, he listened to their speeches and scoffed. "Ugh...they think they're soooo great...yeah whatever...I'll show them..." He mumbled. Soon it was his turn to be called on stage. The crowd went silent. Etoru took a deep breath. Time to win some free stuff. Slowly but surely, Etoru made his way to his podium. It was EXTREMELY slow as he walked. His cane tapped against the floor as he made his way there. If he wanted to win, he couldn't let them figure out he was a child! An awkward silence filled the air. A few audience members coughed or cleared their throats as they watched Mr.Urote walk to the podium. Mr.Urote held his back a few times as he made his way down the path. Soon enough, after what seemed like ages, he finally arrived. The child stepped on the podium, but was too short to see above it, or reach the microphone for that matter. The staff members were quick to act bringing in a stool. Two staff members picked Mr.Urote up while one staff member placed the stool under him. The two gently put him down and were quick to scurry off. Etoru looked at the crowd. He widened his eyes and felt butterfly's in his stomach. "Oh...crap. Uh...I didn't know it would be THIS much people...uhhhh...." Etoru gulped. He adjusted his collar. He leaned into the microphone. Quietly, he piped out, ".....h....hello..." There was confused mumbling in the crowd. Etoru looked around anxiously. This was not going well. This time, he raised his voice. "...I said HELLO." Being too close, the speakers caused a loud squeaky sound as if someone would drop a microphone. The crowd held their ears mumbling in annoyance. Etoru had a scared, frightened look planted on his face. He looked to his left and saw Evilman then to his right seeing Presdon and Vi-Poi. He frowned angrily. NO! HE WILL NOT BE OUTDONE BY THOSE CLOWNS! "AHaha...sorry! Hi! I'm Mr.Urote..." The crowd was quiet. He needed to draw in their attention, and fast. "SO...every candidate here, clearly, is different! But different is good! But in a situation like this, we can't have one thing that's the same, which is one leaders idea! Ya know!" The crowd looked at each other mumbling to each other. Etoru waited until it died out. "...Now, just like what Evilman said, every candidate here is evil! That's true. They are. Although, don't look at me like a candidate. No no. Look at me as your friend. Friends help each other. Friends keep each other alive. When I'm leader, I won't be making SELF decisions. You guys will be in ON THIS TOO!" The crowd clapped a bit but Etoru knew it wasn't enough. He looked at Presdon. "Now...this man wants to create a system where all of us learn martial arts? That won't work!" The crowd gasped looking confused for a moment. "You see, it may work for defense yes, but what about offense?" At this point they were lost, which Etoru knew was a good thing. He had them in his grasp. "IF WE ALL LEARN MARTIAL ARTS, WE'LL BE NO DIFFERENT THAN THE SAIYANS! WE'LL TURN INTO BLOOD LOVING MONSTERS! DO YOU ALL WANT THAT?!?!?! YOUR FAMILIES WERE KILLED BY SAIYANS! YOUR FRIENDS WERE KILLED BY SAIYANS! YOUR HOMES WERE DESTROYED BY SAIYANS! DO YOU WANT TO BECOME A SAIYAN!?!?!?" The crowd talked among themselves nervously. Etoru grinned. A breeze blew by causing his hat too fall off. His long, dark, youthful hair showed. The crowd looked at him confused. Etoru blinked blankly. "I um...dye my hair?" The crowd nodded believing his lie. Etoru used his cane to pick it back up placing it on his head. "That was a close one...slip ups like that can cost me my free stuff." The child thought. "Let's hold off on other candidate talk. Let's talk about my goals and promises when I'm president." He smirked looking at the camera which lived air on television. "When I'm president, Ice cream will be free on tuesdays, Pizza free on Fridays...AND TO TOP IT ALL OFF! EVERY THING IN STORES HALF OFF EVERY MONTH!" The crowd roared in excitement. Etoru had an evil grin on his face. This was going all so well. "When I'm president, why worry about defenses and stuff? We beat the SSE before. No biggie right? But if you work with EVILMAN! AND VOTE FOR HIM! Then you know what happens? Everything goes downhill! He's just....too lazy! Me however, I know how to be laid back but get the job done." Etoru smirked. Now to top off his entire plan. Reel the audience in like they were fish, because they just caught the bait. "But...my reasons for becoming president...you ask." His tone began getting sadder. The audience hushed quickly listening to Mr.Urote. "W-When...I was...only a child....my father passed on..." The crowd hung their heads. "...He told me...that being a leader was what I did best. He told me...I stay by my friends...I'm loyal...he told me...to become president so everyone has the chances I got...to help others...and be helped themselves." The crowd clapped for Mr.Urote. He wiped his 'tears'. As he did that, he had a little tube spraying water on his cheeks to make it look like he was sobbing. Mr.Urote rubbed his cheeks and cleared his throat. "Nevermind that...now...back to the candidates that you all so trust. But you shouldn't really."Continuing his reasoning, Etoru pointed at Vi-Poi dramatically. "HE WANTS TO HELP US? AHAHAHA DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH! Um...okay you did make me laugh! BUT!" Etoru paused letting the moment sink in on a cliff hanger. "You claimed to hear Zucceta's last words before she left?! IF IT WAS SO BAD....WHY'D YOU LET HER ESCAPE!?!" The crowd mumbled about that cause. "AND....! I know your secret...Vi-Poi." Etoru dug into his coat pulling out a paper. "I TOOK A PICTURE OF YOU...MAKING AN EVIL DEAL WITH QUEEN OF SAIYANS ZUCCETA!!!!" He held the paper high in the air for everyone to see. The cameras zoomed in on it. It was a scribble scrabble drawing, badly colored, portrait of Vi-Poi making an evil deal with Zucceta.  Etoru had a grin. This was going SO PERFECTLY! The crowd just stared blankly at Etoru before a bunch of boo's roared. A few people laughed. Etoru looked confused. "what'd I do wrong...?!" The crowd seemed frustrated. Someone in the crowd called out to him. "YOU THINK WE'RE STUPID!" One guy said. Some lady being sarcastic yelled out as well. "THAT PICTURE IS SOOO REALISTIC!" Etoru's cheeks reddened. "YEAH! WELL...UH...RESPECT...YER ELDERS?" The crowd roared furiously at him. This was not going as planned. "Eh..." The child looked around nervously and hid his face behind the podium, his eyes only peering out. Maybe he could get past all this? He used all his moves...now what? Man...who knew debate was so hard? |
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Post by Treylech on Feb 21, 2016 10:47:56 GMT
Treylech stared blankly at his podium awaiting his turn in silence. It was an uncomfortable wait, and he kept asking himself the same question over and over again. He wasn't dressed in a fancy suit, or decked out in a way that made him stand out from the people of the crowd. He was wearing a common set of clothes and a ballcap, readying himself.
'Why am I here? Why the hell did I even shoot for this position? I don't stand a chance...' He glanced around at his competition. While Urote seemed to give a rough introduction, he still held himself a hell of a lot more confident than Treylech felt he could be. It didn't affect his stance, though. He was prepared to drop himself in with a strong introduction, regardless of his inner thoughts.
After what felt like a long wait, his turn came around. He nodded to himself and looked up at the announcer pig and robot. "Thank you for letting me be here. I'm not exactly sure how to address the people here. People of Earth? No...Too formal..." He scratched his chin lightly as he threw around a couple more options before finally deciding on one.
"Men...Women....Children....All the people that share my home of Earth. I'm not better than you. Do I deserve this shot? Probably not, but I'm up here anyways because Earth needs us. I'm not better than you. Look at my clothing. I'm just a regular person. I'm not an all powerful god. I think like you, I bleed like you, and I most certainly love my planet as I'm sure most of you do. I'm not trying to make myself look better because I'm not wanting to stand above you. There are two types of leaders, and I'm the one that stands beside each and every other person willing to defend their home."
He stepped around his podium and right up to the edge of the stage they were on, looking out over the crowd. "I grew up in the streets. I probably know quite a few of you in the audience here. I was a simple little boy with a simple little wish. To defend the people that matter to me. Right now, that's the billions of people that are just as terrified as I am. The SSE could come back, yes. At the moment, they are the biggest known threat to us. This doesn't make them the only threat. There's more than one alliance out there that could cause us issues, and I want you to remember that because it's killing me inside."
The crowd murmered amongst themselves for a moment while Treylech regained his train of thought. "I don't want to defend us against the Saiyan Solar Empire. I want to defend us against any threat that comes our way, no matter how great they may be. That is the Earth I want to see. That is the bond I want between each of us. This isn't just a banner we represent. This is our home and we won't let anyone take it from us!" The crowd let out a rousing wave of applause as Treylech stepped back behind his podium. He took a heavy inhale and let it out slowly. His heart had jumped up into his throat and his nerves were shot, but he had done what he had hoped.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 22, 2016 0:53:07 GMT
Shin stood in front of a massive crowd prepared to introduce himself to a group that didn't know him in the slightest. The entire crowd was staring at him, ready for him to speak on his principles. Given everyone else's introductions, Shin realized that the recent SSE invasion was the main topic of focus, so he was going to provide a different outlook. But first he had to introduce himself. "I stand amongst the lot of you, a stranger. I do not come with noble standing, yet I stand here competing with a renowned administrator, a born politician, protectors of earth...even a demon. Paps once told me that you can't trust a person until you get to know them, so I'll let you glimpse into my life.
"I come with humble beginnings. I was born and raised on a small farm. Mammy and Paps were dumb, dirt-poor farmers. They both worked on my Grandpaps' farm until I was born. Mammy died in childbirth and Paps left home the next day, leaving me with Grandpaps. I didn't have a penny to my name. Grandpaps raised me until I was old enough to work. I worked the farm for years until Paps returned. He wanted to take me to town, where he'd found a job that could support the family, but Grandpaps wasn't having none of that. He didn't trust my Paps after he just up and left. I stayed with Grandpaps for another two months until he passed away. I still don't know what happened to him, but he left me his old fiddle. My Paps reclaimed me and took me to his town. He enrolled me in a fancy school and everything."
The crowd was silent, seemingly captivated by his story. He decided to stop speaking in his country accent, as it was getting annoying to him and it would also leave a more powerful impact with what he was about to say.
"I must thank my father, for without him giving me an education I wouldn't be able to stand before you all today, running as a candidate for Earth's president. I know many of you are here looking for the candidate who will most effectively take care of our Saiyan adversaries but I am here to tell you that there are many other problems that plague this great planet...problems that, if solved, will ensure our safety from ALL threats to our planet. My platform consists of 7 points: 3 educational, 3 political, and 1 economic.
"As president, I wish to establish an International Public School System, reform the Physical Education department, and expose students to a wider variety of practical education. I will unite the militias of the Earth, establish a World Peace Organization, and ensure that the dragonballs are protected from those who may wish to abuse them. Finally, I wish to increase the world supply of Senzu beans to make them affordable and abundant for the health of our soldiers! I will make the earth mighty! The likes of Zucetta and Habana and their Saiyan brutes will NOT triumph!"
Shin walked from the mic to the roaring of the crowd. He'd nearly overheated with the intensity of his speech. He was glad to have time to cool down before he spoke again.
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Post by Nostalgic Ayumu on Feb 22, 2016 6:03:17 GMT
Simply knowing the number of people that have been coming from the public, the number of people that brought themselves forwards... A soft smile formed on Ayumu his face while Hana stood behind the stage, softly humming while eating a few pieces of meat and enjoying herself while softly shaking his head.
'Truely, They all hold the dearest intentions, but why must they start like this?'
Every soft step that he took was fragile while slowly making himself go forwards, listening to the constant speeches that were being given, assault on the defences, assault on the way things are panning out before softly starting to shake his head.
Were earth creatures always this single mindedly?, A soft grunt exiting his neck while moving forwards, grasping his torso for a mere moment while silently moving towards one of the stands near the side, far of the middle area while the soft popping sounds of his spine could be heard as he straightened himself out, not knowing if simply raising his voice would be good enough.
Every single person right here was showing disrespect already by instantly interrupting each other after mere words and accusing each other, but he knew what to do while bringing his hands upwards, a few known murmurs starting to spread, having worked for the last few moon cycles in giving food towards the people of earth, making certain that even those that were crippled would have a way to fill their stomach before a loud ripping sound would cut into the conversation, pieces of his shirt starting to fall down onto the ground.
Slicing into the conversations and pulling attention towards himself before slowly placing his hand onto the stand.
"Have any of you wondered what the speeches that were given right now?, Talented people like that fake old man, Skilled people like vi-poi, People who know relaxation like the devil, They all focus on a single portion, yet what is their goal exactly if i may ask?
A military focus, a entertainment focus, They all hold their own specialities, for god sake, you even have a farmer who truely knows agriculture and has possible plans to bring us a brighter future.
But what is the negative of this side?, It is a focus, Something that will just burden us in the end as everything else starts to lack, we are not here as a tyranny like the saiyans are we?
I am not here to allow myself to just place down my hand while asking every single one of you guys to follow the words of only me, i am telling you all that we should vote for this single change i am willing to instigate..."
Pushing a small button before the poster that he was planning became visible behind himself, himself posing while underneath in bold letters was written 'Change' while softly chuckling, knowing the silly appearance of it.
"Excuse me for the appearance, a few children at a orphanage have asked me if i would use what they made... I couldn't deny them... But i am going upon becoming presidency instigate a congress type system upon which every single one who wants to have everything under their rule here into one large discussion.
Earth has never been able to overpower these strong alien races on its own, Only when we stand united will we stand a chance to win.
Or do these people that i see standing upon this platform disagree with putting our minds together instead of striving against each other? Our people are starving at these moments we talk and discuss, the saiyans are growing stronger while we discuss, everything is on a time limit as you guys may want to suggest right?"
And so Ayumu waited, hoping for a reaction upon these shots to the presidency system.
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Post by Kocha on Feb 24, 2016 7:06:13 GMT
"Thank you all for showing up -snort- on this most important of occasions, and volunteering to lead this great -snort- planet," Kocha began after listening to each of the candidates speak. Personally he felt as if none of them were hard line enough, and he wanted to quickly focus the attention of the debate on to security matters. "As we all know, we have somewhat of a security issue here on earth. Many saiyan remnants remain here and cause havoc everyday," Kocha began. "Let me share a highlight of some of the more recent destruction caused by saiyan remnants,"
On a projector screen, a video began playing from the perspective of a building on the edge of South City. A large ooazaru, a strange tree like creature, and a small boy with a distinguishable saiyan tail were on the outskirts of the city- cars and people were fleeing deeper into the city in droves. The camera zoomed in on the group as much as it could, though it was much too far away for it to make out any dialog. - The scene cuts- The next scene begins to play, aerial cameras too far to zoom in on distinguishing features. One of the figures sends a blast of energy towards the camera feed, and things begin spinning out of control until a strange white haired boy arrives and somehow the feed is stabilized again. The aerial camera begins flying closer to the scene, and gets an image and audio of the tailed boy yelling "DO YOU HEAR ME?!?! YOU AREN'T JUST GONNA WALK AWAY! THIS ISN'T SOMETHING YOU'RE GOING TO GET O--" with that, the newscopter began pulling back in fear, though it caught footage of an area surrounded by carnage and the boy punching a small crater into the ground.
"I brought these scenes -snort- to your attention because it is important to -snort- show how dangerous these saiyans are," Kocha said over the microphone. "Even remnant -snort- children are a threat to our planet if they are at least not carefully regulated,""@evilman , you propose a less government solution at a time -snort- of great security crisis," Kocha said. "How would you handle -snort- the defense of the planet?"
OOC @evilman is up to answer. He may tag another candidate after his answer as a challenge on their own views on the topic of security. After that, @shreek will ask a question to another candidate. Special: If Mr. Urote gets upset for some reason- feel free to have him interrupt the debate xD
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Post by Deleted on Feb 24, 2016 11:18:31 GMT
Dark watched the video - though he didn't stop eating his chips as he did. His eyes narrowed mostly at the tree man. He knew who that was, and the tree was very rude - quite probably the source of all the rest of the issues, if he had to put money on the situation. But, he doesn't; he needs to present a reasonable response to the security crisis.
The demon smiled his most winning smile - far too many dazzling white teeth on display - and then leaned forward onto his podium.
"Well Kocha, I'm glad you asked me that." He began, "I'd like to clarify a couple of things, though. I'm not so much suggesting a small government, as the exact same size of government we have now, give or take a little fiddling around the edges. Its true that we have some trifling security concerns, but I don't think we need to turn to anything so drastic as legalizing dangerous freelancers or drastically increase taxes to pay for more security measures."
Clearing his throat, he gestured back to the video. "Firstly, I'd like to reassure my esteemed colleague Virtual Poi that I wouldn't interfere with the Blue Banner Army in any way. I think the work she's been doing is exemplary, and I'd want to make sure that she got the backing she needed to keep that up. But, there's more to running a world than defence, and I don't think we need to invest more in keeping our world safe - I think we're pretty safe already, with one small exception."
"As you clearly saw in that video, the main cause of the threat was the Oozaru. Now, I'm not going to invest billions of zeni in weapons programs or bureaucracy to monitor a tiny part of our population - a population that is, I should say, mostly peaceful. No, I think we can deal with this in a far more reasonable way. We simply blow up the moon."
Before anyone can cut in, Dark ramped up both the volume and the intensity of his statement, bringing his fist down heavily on the podium.
"For too long, our people have lived in fear thanks to the perpetual efforts of that lunar tyrant! My first act as President would be to bring together our greatest military experts to lay out a plan to put an end to the dangerous blutz radiation that has threatened our peaceful way of life for millenia. If a cost-effective means of obliterating the dangerous tidal menace can be found, I would intend to have our skies completely moon-free by the end of my first year in office. This would take care of all domestic threats, at a fraction of the cost of the programmes the other candidates are offering. As for extraterrestrial threats, well..."
He flashed that self-satisfied grin again, folding his arms across his chest and leaning back in the smuggest way possible.
"We kicked their butts once, right? We've got no reason to believe those crazy aliens want to taste dirt again any time soon. And if they do, I have every confidence that Virtual Poi will be ready to do the right thing and send them packing."
And then he turned towards Vi-Poi, grinning from ear to ear.
"Or if you lose this election, are you planning to abandon the Earth entirely?"
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Post by Koldar Frost on Feb 25, 2016 4:45:35 GMT
(Gentlemen...)
The Frostar finally entered the Earth's atmosphere, awaiting a response from the Earth's personal Space lines for permission to land. As they awaited, the ship's sensor picked up a broadcast on an event that was happening on Earth... An election, for a leader, so to speak. This was something that had caught the captain's eye so profoundly that, rather than await the response to land, Koldar sped out of the ship and into the atmosphere of the planet! This was something he had to witness, as whoever won this... 'Election,' would be the person that Captain Koldar would have to meet and discuss terms of the treaty with! With knowledge of the broadcast being transmitted from the Western Capital, the Arcosian fell like a meteor, garbed in his armor and the form of a brute!
Upon reaching the lower parts of the atmosphere, he marked his scouter to track the radio broadcast of the election and sped to the surprisingly technological city at a tremendous speed! He'd not expected that this planet's gravity to be so weak that he felt practically weightless! No sooner did he enter the planet that he arrived at the building, nearly crashing into one of its walls as he lowered to the ground enough.
Outside the concrete slab, he met soldiers dressed in blue, with the letters 'BBA' sewn into their uniforms. They raised Arcosian tech-based blasters at them, as they demanded identification from the Captain. The soldiers numbered by a couple dozen, as they pointed their 'BB Guns' at Koldar. Koldar found this adorable, as he laughed, deeply, before responding, "Lads, you're speaking to a superior, in the terms both power, and of rank! I'm here to see whom I'll be talking to at the end of this debate, as leaders of two forces, on the nature of the SSE. You may have picked up my broadcast earlier. My name is Koldar 'Requies' Frost, Captain of the Arcosian Cruiser, the Frostar. Feel free to keep those pea shooters trained on me, but I'm going inside, to see this candidates of yours."
Without a response being received, Koldar walked inside, lowering his head as he made his way inside the structure! The soldiers each looked at each other, before rushing in after the Captain, each gun pointed at some part of him! The captain, midway through, asked which way the auditorium was to one of the people inside. The person, in a very nervous manner, pointed him to the doors just next to them, with the captain thanking them with a sincere smile, that, in his form, may have been more... Unsettling.
The captain walked into the auditorium with a loud bang, just as he caught wind of the proposal from what Koldar could decipher was a pointy eared Kagami, with paler skin. He proposed... Destroying the moon...
"ARE YOU DAFT, YOU WHITE HAIRED BUFFOON!?"
The captain's voice erupted in rage, his finger pointing at the man. Never in all of his years had he heard such an insane claim!
"With that plan, you jeopardize your entire planet's eco systems! If you are to stop the saiyans from becoming so dangerous, you don't destroy the moon... You rip out their tails! Of all the people in this room, as of now, the three people whom know this better than anyone are that android you accuse, whose reputation even reached all the way to the Arcosian Empire as a hero AND a villain, the child saiyan on that pedestal with the VERY THING that enables their transformations, and myself, Captain Koldar Frost of the Frostar!"
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Post by Etoru on Feb 25, 2016 4:57:46 GMT
Etoru stared at the roaring crowd nervously. He peered his eyes over gulping. "...N-Now what...l-l-losing is one thing! Dying is another!" Etoru looked at the other candidates approaching. They all did their speeches which didn't exactly interest Etoru at the moment. All that interested him was getting rid of the top dogs. Those lackys could never win this. Then...he entered. Ayumu. Etoru's jaw dropped. "WHAT'S HE DOING!?! UGH! Well...he's weird. People won't vote for him." Etoru thought. HE smiled. His smile faded. "FAKE?!?!? WHO ARE YOU CALLING FAKE! WHY I YADAAAA!!!!" Etoru stopped. He looked at the crowd and gulped. He better keep his cool. It wouldn't end well. "I can...um what's that dumb word big people use? Assar you? Look. I can assar you that I'm a real, ugly, smelly, old person." The child stated. "Still...old or not, my dashing good looks could never be ugly!"
Ayumu's speech wasn't...half bad. In fact, it was...good. Terrifying! HE HAD A SHOT AT WINNING IT! NO! Plan B. Etoru's lower half, which was hid behind the podium, began taking action. His rear side grew a small lump before a tail popped out. Etoru looked around carefully making sure no one saw. Slowly he pulled out a few eggs from inside his coat. He used his tail to grab it of course. Then, with his tail, he chucked it at Ayumu snickering. Hopefully, the egg would hit him. Quickly, Etoru put his tail pack in his pants and whistled casually. Whether it hit or not, he'd look at Kocha. "He must really hate Saiyans..." Etoru mumbled to himself. Then he played a clip on the screen. IT was an Oozaru...and...two other figures. Etoru squinted. "Wait is that...me?!?! WHAT THE HECK!?! WERE PEOPLE STALKING US!" Of course, Etoru being a child couldn't really connect the dots that an Oozaru was there.
Then the clip switched. Etoru's heart sank. "n...no..." He wanted so desperately to get rid of those memories, and now, seeing it WITH HIS OWN EYES again! He didn't know how to react. His chest started rising and falling fast, but he tried to keep it together for his cover's sake. He saw Ichiba go for the chopper and remember how he chased Breech and let those people potentially die. If Ichiba wasn't there...they would have been nothing but ashes. Etoru cringed. Then it showed Etoru chasing Breech. After he yelled furiously and punched the crater, the camera backed off and the footage ended. Etoru had a tear run down his cheek but he quickly wiped it away. He glared furiously at Kocha. "...T...That...jerk...A-And Saiyans are the bad ones..." He hissed under his breath. Anyone who can detect Ki signatures could definitely feel the rise in Etoru's power. Small flashes of gold appeared and his eyes changed to teal. He grit his teeth angrily and clenched his fists tightly. The podium cracked slightly. "WELL MAYBE THAT KID WAS PROTECTING HIMSELF?! DID YOU THINK OF THAT YOU DIRTY GREEDY PIG?!" Etoru snarled. "OR MAYBE HE WAS STOPPING A CRIMINAL? HUH...?" Etoru got it through to his head that he needed to calm down, and so he tried taking a few breaths and let his power drop. There was a minor crack on the podium due to his sudden rise of power.
Etoru frowned annoyed. What a jerk! WHO DOES THAT! Etoru looked at the crowd. They all started yelling furiously. Some guy shouted towards Etoru. "THAT KIDS A MONSTER, HE MURDERED POOR VILLAGES!" Etoru looked at him blankly. The guy wasn't wrong...when he was corrupt he did do that. But he had to stay strong. What Bing said, Etoru fought off that evil. Etoru meant well. Some lady shouted towards him. "HE KILLED TWO WARRIORS THAT WERE DEFENDING AN OLD CAPSULE CORP BUILDING IN THAT VIDEO!" Etoru clenched his fists and hung his head. More roaring and angry words filled his head. Remember what Lusca said...don't let the past control you...then some lady yelled at him. "HE KILLED MY HUSBAND WHILE THEY WERE REBUILDING NORTH CITY! HE SHOT HIS HEART! HE'S NOTHING BUT A MONSTER!" Etoru shut his eyes tightly. He held his ears too block out the yelling. "Shut up, shut up, shut up......." They kept yelling....and yelling...and yelling...then Etoru had it. He yelled into the mic. "JUST SHUT UP!" His voice roared through the speakers. People held their ears whining a bit. He had a bit of a depressed expression. "...just...pass it off to the next candidate or whatever..."
Then that strange man Koldar entered and yelled at Evilman. Etoru however, was too busy trying to get rid of those memories and thoughts that kept coming back to haunt him. He stared at the floor of the podium. He thought he was past all this...
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Post by Kocha on Feb 25, 2016 6:28:36 GMT
Kocha scratched his head as the debate seemed to derail as an alien entered into the fray, and then one of the lesser known candidates. Mr. Tots? Mr. Uru? Whatever his name was, seemed to get angry and began flailing around like a flounder and shouting insults. Kocha could see the show starting to unravel, and he could not allow things to go so far south. He signaled the crowd to stop heckling Mr. Urbo so that he could speak.
"Ah! It is our -snort- special guest, -snort- Captain Frostman!" Kocha announced to the crowd. "He comes from a world that i've heard had an even tougher time -snort- dealing with the Saiyans than we did, and he is going to help us moderate the debate with questions -snort- from an outside perspective!"Kocha clasped his hands together and motioned for the Arcosian to join up. He prayed to the lord of all that is bacon that the freakazoid would just comply and this would all look planned out to the people. He turned his head back towards the candidates. "So, while we wait for Major -snort- Ice to make his way up to join us at the podium as a co-moderator..." Kocha began, adjusting the back of his collar. "I believe Mr. Evilman was -snort- trying to challenge Mr. Poi, would you, even if you lost this election- continue to -snort- lead in your station at the head of the BBA,"Kocha then felt some of the pressure alleviate, he turned a steely glare at the high pitched presidential candidate. That bastard had called him a greedy pig, and something about him seemed off. He hadn't quite caught the accusation of someone being a child saiyan.
OOCAssuming no interruptions (which any candidate/whoever can chime in when relevant) it'll be Vi-Poi and then @shreek (to ask preferably one of the candidates who hasn't spoken up yet a question). Kocha tries to shoehorn in Koldar Frost as another moderator in an attempt to make it seem like things are all going to plan. snort count: 5 |
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Post by Koldar Frost on Feb 25, 2016 6:49:34 GMT
(Gonna make ONE quick post, so that things can get settled in... I'm liking this idea.)
Him? A 'Special Guest,' to determine whom becomes the Earth's Leader? This was the most unexpected thing in Koldar's mind, despite the pig moderator of this debate calling him two different names, altogether! It was even, dare Koldar think it... Ingenious! This would allow the captain to have a pull in the Earth's government even more than he'd gander for, by determining whom would be the best candidate and knocking the rest out... In a 'legal' sense. The captain walked down to the table with the moderators and, with a seat made for him in a quick haste, sat down. The BBA soldiers, after realizing the Captain was actually a guest (though this wasn't actually true), left the room to handle the crowds outside.
"Indeed, this is true... Keep in mind gentlemen, your words are important to not just the Earth, but the entire universe. A strong individual of not just the body, but of the mind is needed to lead. I suggest... Hang on," Koldar explained, trying to adjust himself to find some sort of comfort, "There we are.. Now, as I was saying. I suggest those who can't bare the weight of this idea, alone, bow out now. I am not willing to make peace with the fool-hearty. My people have seen enough strife as it is, with the Solar Saiyan Empire."
(Alright, back in order. To clarify, really quick: Koldar IS IN his brute form, putting his power level at 70,530. He wants to know who's who.)
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