Also, wolves you can kill me.
I lied about my death avoidance.
it was just a decreasing percentage. I was attacked when I had a 75% chance of living.
So I realize this game is probably already over.... but if ya wanna eat me in case it’s not I’ll take my first WW loss as the final kill please
And as I said to Cyndia, I have no idea why Dina’s role claim would have access to Dartmoor horses. Her character’s horse is an Irish something but I just didn’t think she could bus THAT HARD
What a whirlwind! The GGreat BBritish BBake-Off was the shortest season of Bake Off yet, with an accelerated timeline and unusual rules (optional challenges! A technical with a full recipe! No showstopper!). With these unusual twists, judging who would be Star Baker for the week was exceptionally difficult - and the bakers this season were top notch.
Among the many impressive contestants, there was one who really stood out to the judges. Her signature challenge bake was remarkable in its technique, execution, and presentation. Although she was unable to complete the technical challenge, the judges were blown away by her baking and she was far enough ahead to take the coveted Bake Off trophy.
As an aside, thanks to all of you who participated in the BBake-Off, it was a crazy thought I'd had to try and keep things interesting while the game was on pause, and I appreciate how many of you humored it!
“What an unusual season of Bake Off,” Sue and Mel agreed as they looked at the judging table, where 2 plates of scones awaited the judges. “This is the first time where contestants have been able to opt out of the technical - or forgotten to submit their bakes for the signature challenge!”
“Well, you know, 2020 was very unusual, and that’s rolling over into 2021. Let’s get on with the judging!”
Paul and Mary entered the tent and spent a few moments studying the 2 plates of scones. They were suitably chuffed by the quality given how little time the bakers had to make a recipe unfamiliar to them, and only the finest of details could separate the two.
“This was a very difficult decision. Both bakers did a simply wonderful job with these scones; they’re not stodgy or dry, the bake is lovely, and they’re baked through.”
Ultimately, though, the superior crumb structure of TelemarketingEnigma’s scones just squeaked past Doggo Labs’ (Mary also wondered what had happened to the remainder of Doggo’s scones, as she presented fewer than TME; it turned out that she sampled them when they came out of the oven and found them irresistible).
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It’s true that I did eat a lot right out of the oven, but the fourth one looked really bad, so I couldn’t add it to the pic. Would have done a disservice to the scone name
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For weeks, the villagers had wondered who was responsible for killing members of their ranks. The deaths of many of their beloved female royals had them nearing a state of panic. Was someone targeting the royal family? Was it an aggrieved villager? Could it be a foreign agent, sent from Spain or France to weaken the monarchy?
The king laughed to himself as he watched the panic of his subjects. Not one for the doldrums of day to day ruling, no one enjoyed a masquerade more. He chuckled to himself, thinking that at his latest masquerade ball, he’d persuaded people that he was a different king.
“Can you believe they thought I was someone else?” he exclaimed to his trusted advisor. “Me, Henry the 8th!”
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Arthur had seen his subjects struggling through the recent days, and felt the full weight of their worry on his shoulders. He knew he had to do something. With the deaths of the people he had held to be traitors, there was only one person remaining who could have betrayed the country he loved so dearly. His hand moved to touch the hilt of the sword at his side as he recalled a sunlit glade so many years ago. With determination, he set out for the Palace at Whitehall.
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He dismounted at the palace gates and strode into the ballroom, where there was an uneasy gathering of courtiers. Striding ahead with resolve and drawing forth Excalibur, his voice rung out and echoed through the hall. "Henry, you have been charged with high treason against the crown. You have murdered our citizens and destroyed our country's peace. You do not deserve to lead, nor your seat on that throne. I challenge you to single combat."
Henry’s face darkened into the rage that was familiar to his advisors. Though as a younger man, he’d been known for his charisma and way with the ladies, in recent years, he’d gone through wives the way most men went through a pint of beer. He was on his 6th wife at this point, after executing 2 of them and losing the remainder through a flurry of annulments or divorces. His old jousting wound caused him constant pain, and his temper was short. He’d heard that his advisors were calling him “the original ladykiller” and this didn’t sit well with him.
In his heyday, Henry was a champion at fencing, and an impressive jouster. Although he had not raised a sword in years because of his injuries, when he heard there was a challenger to his throne who was beloved by the village, he knew he had to pick up the sword and defend the title he’d held from the age of 17. But alas, despite his best efforts, he just didn’t have the smooth parries and rapid jabs with the sword that he needed. The legendary sword slid past his armor like it was made of paper and sliced his chest. Around the edges of the room, the citizens watched in hushed apprehension as they waited for the traitorous king to fall. As he looked into the eyes of England's true Once and Future King, Henry's only regret was that he hadn’t killed a few more subjects to ensure he was remembered.
After the battle, KING ARTHUR, @Barkley13 , rode to Glastonbury, where he mysteriously disappeared from public life. In later days, the legends would say that he did not die, but rather crossed through the mists with an enchantress, and was alive and well in Avalon.
GEOFFREY CHAUCER, @holdthemayo, would go on to write an epic about the noble men, women, and pigeons who had saved the country from ruin.
In Cornwall, ROSS POLDARK, @Dinashadow , put his arm around his beloved wife Demelza, gave his trusty pit pony a pat, and went into the homestead, safe at last.
THE DOCTOR, @Cyndia , climbed into the TARDIS with a knowing grin. Off to the future or the past...this time he'd let fate decide.
Prime Minister @samac , also known as MR. DARCY, set off back to his beloved Pemberley. He knew all the roads by heart.
Thank you all for playing.
Special thanks to wonderful player-turned-mod, @supershorty , for her support, write up assistance, and excellent culinary judgement.
Also cray, I lied to try and save my own life. Kinda regret making it to end game and it was stressful but I swear I didn’t share everything I know. I even lied to DubZ on that one just in case I was being pocketed lol
I mean I had one for 2 days lol.
But Im mad LiS wouldn’t make a move on Dina. I watched her 3 nights in a row lol.
also, sorry if I’m a little extra mean tonight the ER has frustrated the **** out of me tonight and my god if I had to do er psych for a living I’d quit my job
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