Open RP, ELIMINATIONS:: The royal family stands lined up on the raised area where the thrones are. The selected are all lined up in front or the stairs, fidgeting nervously. A camera crew points there instruments of mass media at us all. "Welcome," announces the king, " To the eliminations!"
The floors were not made of gold, for gold was too soft and perishable. They were made out of hardened sunwater mixed with the metal of the elves. <----not mine, but even so, that was poetry. Pure poetry