What? In private?? While the masses are screaming for participation??? Venerable chef, let the brain children of the clamoring audience do battle upon each other in the arena of the infospace! Why, I’ll throw out a few squalling babes myself:
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An alligator who fancies himself a tax accountant must best a rogue IRS agent hell-bent on draining the swamp.
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A cohort of synesthetes must compete in the world’s first synesthesia games for the honor of tasting purple for their nation’s pride.
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An agent of chaos decides that he must harness his power to save the realm for the good of all but how, Lord, how, when pranking the people is JUST. SO. EASY.
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The stars have dimmed! All but for a paltry few, which remaining few spell out: EAT AT JOE’S. But the only surviving restaurant is Larry’s!
Fight me! Push the feeble infant spawn of your grey matter into the bloody sands of the killatorium and let them hack upon each other in the common space, where we all may see, until only the most puissant and tasty remain!