Realm of Austur Mailbag: Season 1 Debut!!!

Vincent
Shalla

I was worried cause I didn't realize the votes stacked. I thought the voting began anew from scratch each time someone won.

Anyway, I may have the introductory post up tonight, but I probably won't have it up until tomorrow afternoon.

What gave you the first clue? Was it my post that stated I didn't?

Silly Emppy.

Did Fennekin vote yet???

I'm not allowed to show favoritism, so I can't vote.

Uh... Well... I'm very pro-caring and equality!

Vincent was finally settling down for the night, just climbing into bed, when he suddenly vanished. He abruptly found himself standing on a rather large stage, in front of a rather large audience. Shirtless. Wearing only a pair of black silk pants. A voluptuous, long legged redhead sat reclining in front of the stage, in a giant purple beanbag chair, being fanned by several Nymphs in scantily clad clothing.

"And now, what you've all been waiting for folks, here's our third- Oh. Oh my."

A symphony of gasps and giggles rippled through the audience, and the Nymphs swooned and fainted, collapsing one by one like dominos. Vincent merely blinked, too stunned to really be embarrassed. "Something tells me I'm not in Austur anymore," he says flatly, still deciding if he should be pissed or not.

"No, you certainly aren't, handsome," the redhead answers, grinning. Something about her grin made Vincent... Nervous. "Welcome to the third episode of the Realm of Austur's mailbag, O Mr Sexy Man-God! Er... Or is it Sexy Lich-God? Man-Lich? Well, whatever! Point is, you're here to answer the whims of all your many, many fangirls! Did I mention you have many of them? Right. Aaaaany-who, all you gotta do is strip down to your-"

One of the audience members sitting behind her suddenly leans forward and whispers something in her ear. She nods very enthusiastically, and turns back towards the stage. "I've just been informed by my Union Rep that this is supposed to be friendly for all ages. So sadly, we can't have you stripping on stage."

Moans and grumbles of disappointment rolled through the audience. A girl in the very back row suddenly burst into tears, stood up, and stormed out of the room. Everyone turned to watch(Except for the unconscious Nymphs of course), and after a couple minutes of extremely awkward silence, Vincent cleared his throat. "So," he says. "I just need to answer some questions and then I can go home?"

"Yup," the redhead confirms. "And don't even think about trying to escape, Mr S-on-a-S. We got Super Monkeys on deck. Super Monkeys."

Right. Super Monkeys.

"So let's get this party started!"

Referring of course to the Yancy mailbag, which rivals Austur pages 30-50. And avoided being modded on GameFAQs somehow. We all sat there, waiting to see when it would be modded. It wasn't.