The Joker cracked his knuckles, it had been a long break, but he was ready to get back into the swing of things. With Doofmas joy spreading throughout the day and an execution attend, even one of the gothamites had OUTWITted the Riddler nothing could go wrong... right?
The small bombdoof, a special item passed around during each Doofmas, ironically ended up in the hands of Batdoof himself. He tried to explain his unique situation to the gothamites, but sometimes people just don't listen, and for that, they'll pay. Inside of the courthouse, he placed the bomb gently at his feet, took a step back, and waited. He didn't even flinch as the bomb exploded. When the smoke from the explosion cleared, [tier=t1]Bardothren[/tier] was still in the same spot, surrounded by a shield of light. The spectators of the explosion gasped collectively. No one had ever survived the celebratory bombdoof before, they thought, What powers does he truly wield? As the shield faded, the Joker seethed with rage from the bench. This would not go unpunished. He quickly drew his silver pistol and aimed it at [tier=t1]Bardothren[/tier], but as he shot the bullet, the shield of light surrounded [tier=t1]Bardothren[/tier] again and deflected the speeding bullet with ease. The Joker stared, astonished, but he was not so easily fooled.
"You may survive an explosion and my bullets, but what happens when true danger finds you? What happens when your slayer knocks on your door? Will your shield be there then? There HAS to be some way of killing you!" The Joker surged out of his chair as he screamed his final sentence. [tier=t1]Bardothren[/tier] chuckled, then stood silently for a moment.
"... Who are you talking to right now? Who is it you think you see? Do you know how many doofs I train a year? I mean, even if I told you, you wouldn't believe it. Do you know what would happen if I suddenly decided to stop prowling the streets of Gotham? A Doofcave big enough that it could be listed on Batman's computer goes belly up. Disappears! It ceases to exist without me. No, you clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Joker. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot and you think that it's me? No. I am the one who knocks!" [tier=t1]Bardothren[/tier] smirked slyly and continued, "There is only one way to kill me, and it involves finding another. I doubt you'll be able to do it, but I'm sure that there is some sliver of hope for you. There is no such thing as true immortality. The only immortality is conditional immortality.... It is time for the festivities, Joker, it is time for you and the other gothamites to be judged." As if on cue, the masked hero Rozuraider stood up in the crowd.
"Hello, darlings! It is time for our favorite Doofmas holiday event, THE CAROLING. Each participant may post a carol, which could be a song of any sort, new or old, pop or blues, country or rock, anything that you think may impress your fabulous judges! However, you may not use the same carol as someone else, first come first serve. Our game master will allow you to post at night for your carol, but nothing else! At the end of the night, the judges will decide on their favorite carol, and the submitter of that carol will be granted a very special prize. I consider the prize to be one of the greatest to grace this town in at least a year! You are not forced to participate, but don't forget that you might be missing the chance of a lifetime! Be aware that taste is involved, so darlings, do try to have good taste! Merry Doofmas to all, and to all a good night!