duke o' york
It don't mean a thing....
In the years that the Fanatican travellers have spent in the spaceship, two young men have brought glory upon themselves and their nation by defending the people against attack from unfriendly aliens and Klingons on the starboard bow (whatever they are, they sound like frying pans ). Now that the ship has crashed in the sea and we find ourselves washed ashore in a strange world the call goes out for one of these noble warriors to take their nation by the scruff of the neck and ensure that they do not become overrun by hostile tribes as they try to rebuild the great civilisation they left on earth.
In the red corner, weighing in at slightly more than Myartar, but substantially less than bigfatron or hippo, we have Ren, wielding a pointy stick with intent.
In the blue corner, weighing in slightly less than Ren but nevertheless a lean, mean fighting machine and looking splendid in a now slightly damp and bedraggled military uniform, is Myartar!
In deference to the strange customs that some of the colonists remember from the old world, we will not be deciding this matter with a fight to the death, but instead with a funny election thing. It'll never catch on.....
Ren's nomination Ren's manifesto
Myartar's nomination Myartar's manifesto
In the red corner, weighing in at slightly more than Myartar, but substantially less than bigfatron or hippo, we have Ren, wielding a pointy stick with intent.
In the blue corner, weighing in slightly less than Ren but nevertheless a lean, mean fighting machine and looking splendid in a now slightly damp and bedraggled military uniform, is Myartar!
In deference to the strange customs that some of the colonists remember from the old world, we will not be deciding this matter with a fight to the death, but instead with a funny election thing. It'll never catch on.....
Ren's nomination Ren's manifesto
Myartar's nomination Myartar's manifesto