Above the Main School Gates/Apocalypse Ave - Saturday Morning

[ismyhairout]

Hovering above the main school gates was the Vice Principal upon a flying chariot led by undead horses. "Residents of Fandom!" His voice boomed loud enough to reach every building on the island. Godly voices were handy like that. "This is Hades. Lord Hades to you. Here's the thing. There's now a huge, gaping hole linking Fandom and the Underworld courtesy of moi. Give it a little time and soon this place'll be a nice replacement for the dark, dank hell hole I used to call home, souls of the dead and all. Take this as my official notice that I've taken possession of your little island. But hey, I'm a fair landlord. You have exactly," he checked his nonexistent wrist watch, "30 minutes to vacate the premises. If you fail to get your sorry little mortal behinds out of here by the deadline, you will all be forcibly evicted. Please submit any notices in writing to I Don't Give a Flying [microphone feedback]. The clock is ticking."

He leaned against the chariot and started whistling a jaunty tune. There was no doubt in Hades' mind that right now they'd be gearing up for a fight rather than packing their suitcases. This was going to be fun.




[OOC: And we're off!]