EXTREME IRON CHEF

[loveablecoward]

[Who: (1) Host, (4) Judges, (8) Chefs.

When: August 20, 2011

Where: The kitchen

What: EXTREME Iron Chef Cook-off!

Why: EXTREEEEEEEEEEME]

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Insert EXTREME opening theme here { Find your station and your partner! and a Message from your Famboyant Host}
Cook-off! { 90:00, 60:00, 30:00, 05:00

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[lord_wizard]

[Speaking of flamboyant hosts, here is Felix. He doesn't seem nearly as confused as the rest of you about what is going in here, and his usual colorful attire seems to have gained some sequins overnight. Just go with it. He is.]

Ladies, gentlemen, and sentient animals of Paradisa!

Long has the kitchen been our common ground, our meeting place and platform of culinary discovery. Today, however, it shall be a battle ground. I welcome you all to Paradisa's first ever Iron Chef, an epic contest of skill and creativity where we will prove just who is the greatest, most innovative chef in all the castle!

Listen up, chefs! Yes, you. The rules are simple. You have exactly ninety minutes to prepare your dishes, all of which much showcase the theme ingredient. At the end of that hour, assuming the kitchen is still intact, your dishes will be judged by our panel of brave judges. Please try not to poison the panelists, chefs, that will lose you points.

And what is our theme ingredient today?

[He taps one of the kitchen cabinets with his fist and they open, with the help of the ghosts, revealing a massive stash of alcohol in every variety imaginable]

Booze! [Slight pause while even the host goes 'wtf']. Vino! Liquid Courage! Alcohol! The best friend of French chefs and vagrants everywhere.

That's it, chefs! Pick your poison! Who will triumph? Who will fall? Who will go up into a ball of flame? Who knows?

The battle for multidimensional culinary supremacy starts...NOW!

[The sound of a gong echoes through the kitchen. Yes, there is gong. I told you not to question it]