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Blue didn't really seem to mind, or even care, that it appeared she was being ignored. She wasn't here to make friends, after all. . . Although making allies would be nice. Humans were skilled tool users and valuable as hunters in some cases. Such was demonstrated by the feast of meat that had presented before them.

Speaking of feasts. . .

A crowd had formed before the tent where the 'eat-fighters' were to have their meals. Blinking once, a rumble escaped Blue. She hadn't anticipated that they would be watched. Was this a normal activity for humans? To watch others gulp down vast quantities of food?

She shook her head and shoulders, moisture flinging off of her body. Whatever. She was here to eat and eat she would do. She cared little for what the ape-creatures thought of her. They were nice enough to give her all this food anyway.

Taking a seat, her fat tail was hanging off the ground by a few inches as she kept it balanced there. Then came her disappointment - what were these orange-beige things that surrounded the meat? Another human touch? Well, she supposed she had to eat those, too. Maybe it was the polite thing to do. A deep gargle that almost sounded like a sigh came from Blue, stopping when she heard numbers in that human language.

Three!

Her body tensed over her plate of food.

Two!

If she could salivate, she certainly would. It almost seemed like it, given the water leaving her open mouth. . .

One!

Did she go now? She wasn't sure. Oh, how she hoped she could feast soon. . .

Go!

The first hot dog was smashed into her maw and demolished by the four rows of teeth behind her face plate, grinding up the food quickly to swallow it with ease. Then, she appeared dejected, if one could read that expression upon her. She wasn't the largest fan of the buns, to say the least, but she would persist.

Maybe the prize would be more hot dogs? Just the meat? What an exciting prospect! However, at this point, she didn't care much for winning. She just wanted to devour.

As more contestants take the stage, Alesander becomes more aware of Big Blue, and it's sort of all he can think about. Why did it have to be him sitting next to the sea monster!

He barely focused when Agnes closed off the sign ups, and they started putting a pile of hot dogs in front of each contestant, but at that time his stomach gurgled at the smell. It was a wild amount 40 of them on each plate, and he was starting to think he seriously misunderstood what was happening. Alesander looked down the row of contestants (Trying to avoid bothering big blue who seemed to be focusing on the hot dogs with an intent obsession, but what did the prince know?) and saw that most were rubbing their hands together, smiling at their plate of recycled meat as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

The prince picked up the fork and knife on either side of his place as he eyed his own food.

Agnes blew the whistle, and the contestants started while Alesander stared in awe at the most disgusting act of peasantry he'd ever seen in his life. All the contestant began cramming hot dogs in their mouth, using their hands (an abomination). Anita had already finished a couple of hers, and the sea creatures endless gullet was no match.

"What in the gods' name?" Alesander started as he began politely cutting off a piece of hot dog with the fork and knife provided. Everyone was cheering on the contestants, except him. Finally, he sighed. It was barbaric, really, but he had wanted to explore other cultures. Alesander through the silverware, and for the first time picjed up a hot dog and gracefully crammed it in his mouth as he watched all the other contestants do. He realilsed just how hungry he was, and trying to forget his place in the royal court, begain to stuff his face with the rest of them.

NPC ROLLS

Several more contestants signed up at the table and took their places. It looked like things were finally ready to begin. Trevor had never done a food eating contest. He had once heard of someone using the strategy of soaking their hot dog in water to make the bun soft and squishy and easier to digest.

Trevor found that a bit nauseating. Instead, he tried to focus on the goal as the dogs were handed out. Once everyone had their hotdogs and were situated. The countdown was give. As soon as he got the go signal, Trevor devoured his first hotdog. Just don't come in last, he told himself.

Agnes is hyping up the crowd!📣
They're cheering!

You can hear Calls: ‼️

• "Anita's the true Champion!!!!"🫶
• "Carmyyyyyyyy!!!!!! He's so cuuuute!!!"❣️
• "B L U E ! B l u e !!! BLUE!" 💪💪💪
• "Come on, fancy pants!!!!! " to Alesander
• "Dan! Dan! Boss dude!!!"
• "Bartholomewwwwww! Righteous!"
• "c'mon!!!!! Yessssman, Trevor!!!!" 🤘🤘
• "jimbooooo!!!"
• "Olivia just wants to crush Anita!!!! Get her!!!"
• "Ruth! Ruth! Ruth!!!!" 👵👵👵👵🎉
  
  Dan has an extremely strong start, but, really he's just here to fill a seat.
  
  They're going for it with Gusto!!!!

People are. . . calling out Blue's name? Yes, this must have been in support! She WAS the best eat-fighter and she WAS going to win! These puny humans stood no chance!

Seeing Bart eyeball her, Blue flashed her many rows of sharp teeth and growled defensively. These were her fake-meat tubes and SHE was going to eat them! She intended to devour them all! Thus, she grabbed a handful of hot dogs to try and force them into her face, buns and all. Bun crumbs were practically flying, though she wasn't sure if this meant a disqualification or not. She didn't care. It was time to eat, eat, eat!

Three dogs went down one after another, with Blue barely chewing them. Another handful was grabbed, four dogs mushed together. Down the gullet they went in a barbaric display, meat and bread and Ancients-know-what-else being mashed up in her maw.

She couldn't care about anyone else or their stares right now. She just had to fend off her food, fearful that her plate would be taken from. She didn't know that was against the rules - luckily, she kept to her own plate. Her food. Hers.

Trevor wondered how anyone would be calling his name or cheering for him. He didn't know anyone here. After all, he was from Texas and on the other side of the country. All of his family were busy preparing for the wedding and he had come down here alone using the bus just for something to do.

However, he realized they all had name tags and someone off to the side was encouraging people to cheer for different participants. That was certainly a nice gesture on the organizer's part. It was nice to have someone rooting for him, even if it was a small group of total strangers. Trevor continued to try to devour as many hotdogs as his stomach could handle. He didn't spend time glancing to see how anyone else was doing. Instead, he just focused on his own efforts.

After the first few dogs were done, Alesander began to pick up pace with ease, slipping away from what people might think (who was going to notice him next to the sea creature), and even getting some support from the crowd. I inhaled another hot dog, and pumped his fist in the air as the next hot dog was pressed down!

During the third hot dog, Alessander looked down the table to see if he could eyeball where the contestants were and made eye contact with an older lady, Ruth if he remembered correctly, who had her hot dog halfway in her mouth, and winked at Alessander and raised her brows.

Allessander choked on the weenie, and immediately pulled it from his mouth, dropping it on the ground beside him. A few boos in the crowd got his attention back on track now, and he stopped looking at the other contestant's food as he crammed a forth one in his mouth.

/mistake post

As Anita listens to the cheers, she's filled with a lovely sense of accomplishment, happy to have people who are rooting for her, trying her best to not throw a fit and choke on her hotdog over Olivia's fans. She's always prided herself on being imperturbable (though, many would find that questionable), she had always had a bit of a grudge with the young lady, considering she was usually the one to knock her out of second or even third- and sometimes made a habit of taking it a bit too far, but bygones be bygones. .

She glanced across the table, it looked like Dan was in the lead, the creature a close second. She wasn't particularly sure if she was even in the top five- she needed to speed up.

Round 3!

Agnes and the young Grill-Master have been furiously scooping ice, refreshing water, and popping soda tabs as the contestants consume their hot dogs.
The crowd is loving it! Chaos and drama!!! The anticipation!

Alesander focuses solely on the hot dogs and cheers, getting more motivated as the competition goes on. The crowd has grown, and the audience royally slaughter his name putting a random x in there, but he doesn't care. Alesander is focused on devouring hot dogs until there's no space in his stomach.

That time... Is coming pretty close though...

-16!

Blue was normally humble when it came to being showered with praise, but her competitive nature took hold during this occasion. She didn't want anybody coming near her food while she was eating, even though she was almost literally neck-to-neck with the human competitors, were she not so bloody tall. Hunched over almost half her torso length, it was almost comedic. Of course, the intimidation factor came in for how rapidly she was shoving hot dogs down her throat. . .

Another handful of hot dogs was mashed into her maw, not sparing a single piece. Two, then three, then another two. . .

Admittedly, she took some time to finish them, given her distaste for the buns. She wasn't even aware she was already halfway towards the goal. Albeit, she didn't seem to care.

Trevor realized he was losing steam and about at his capacity. He tried to get a few more hot dogs down his throat. His big fear was losing his lunch on stage in front of all of these people even if he didn't know any of them and would never see them again.

Trying to stay focused, he ate several more hotdogs. At that point, he reached his limit. Surely, they must be ready to call time on the event any second now anyway.

Anita kept trying to shove hotdog after hotdog in her mouth, trying to not lose any of her willpower- as long as she could keep going at a steady rate as the others began to lose steam, all would end well, would it not?

She wasn't sure how much time was left, if the competition was even halfway in, but she was confident she could keep going, at least for now. .

Agnes is still riling the crowd for the contestants, "You got this!!! Come on!!!"
The Grill-Master of Teen Angst watches with narrowed eyes... we made enough for Blue, right?!




(Everyone, thank you so much for participating in this! I'm counting this event as my First ever attempt to GM a game.

I'm dipping out for dinner shortly. If I miss server reset or the official end of event: I just wanted to thank you all for joining me, your patience, helpful suggestions, your great characters, and your most excellent humor! I laughed so much! If people are into it, we can see it to the end, I have a very official notepad with hotdog calculations. 🧮💹
🤣 No pressure!
Ok ILUSM!)

/I'm here for it but I was also considering just writing out Alesander barfing and therefore being disqualified lol.

(I'm completely fine either way, whatever the all-around decision is)

( I'd love to continue, if everyone else wants to! )