"Your 'tentative schedule' can SUCK IT!"

Those seemed to be the very words being yelled by the many universes as the trio of judges rushed to finish their pre-tournament duties.

Fatigue plagued and twitchy from large amount of sugar and caffeine, Yuritsuki, Con and Skylord desperately rushed about, choosing who would be allowed to fight, who would fight who, and possibly considering pushing back the fights a day or two because of the overwhelming response...

Well, ok, one thing in that is only the writer's hopeful wishing coming into play, but that's beside the point...

As the small group of helplessly busy friends set off to work, the people they were to pick from waited in excitement, anxiety and a desperation that would be able to match the judges. The large crowd of four-hundred and eighty-seven shifted around helplessly, some not having eaten or slept for the past few days. The energy was wildly shifty from happiness to sorrow to something almost exactly the opposite of hoping the picking would be done already...

You see, most of those hundreds of hopeful would-be competitors had already done their best to assure that they would be given a place in the soon underway match-ups. Sexual favors, various types of sweets and other inappropriate things that shall not be mentioned had been given to these three individuals (now considered to be demi-gods (and demi-goddess) by the masses) in hopes that they would be chosen for their conveniently timed generosity. It would be safe to assume that they had been given these questionable gifts by all but the oblivious, uncaring and those who played by the rules.

But with the tension ever growing within the atmosphere... It would be hard to find such people...

Now this group of eager competitors had put alot of work into their choice of original characters. They had grown, expanded in design, personality and back story. Some where better than others, but all had (hopefully) put all their strength into making their characters their own beings. while these unique characters had been seen and admired by other artists, said creators had quickly found others they liked, had fun with and befriended. Some cliques were friendlier than most, but with a group the size of a small privet school, it was to be expected.

The chores seemed to only pile up as the competitors continued to bombard the nearest judges with questions. Those who had bribed them hoped their illegal offering had been enough to assure them a spot. Those who hadn't were blissfully oblivious to the otherwise blatant cheating and had taken the time to, instead, get to know their judges better and wish them luck with all they had to do the next few months.

They appreciated it, of course, but had silently wished they could do something to ease the stress that all the extra work had put on them. They had divided the work as equally as possible between the three of them, but it still seemed like none of it would be done...

So they pushed back the schedule. Everything seemed slightly more relaxed (for them at least) after having given themselves another day or two to get things started. Stress still effected them, but they were a strong group, and would do their best to get finished with their chores.

A few of those hundreds of competitors were still pretty nervous... probably more then the others. They had been unfortunate to hear one artist saying he would, in fact, compete along side them. 'This guy will win easily, he doesn't need to compete,' thought the small few. 'He'll end it before it started!' That would be fairly appropriate, considering that his name had in fact been "Endling". Rather this was just in jest or not was still unknown...

Many things had happened in those intense few days. Some funny, some depressing, but all would have a grand time watching what would unfold from it all. Some would be happy just knowing they had a hand in it. Others were making empty promises to overthrow the judges they had dubbed as evil beings.

There would be few constants in it all, though. They all knew that. Things were chaotic enough as it was. When the tournament actually started, no one would know what would happen. And yet, the feeling of an omnipotent presence lingered with them all.

Whatever could've possibly brought all these artists together had to have been enjoying the show...
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I guess this could be considered a bit of a fanfic it if weren't based so heavily on what might actually be happening.

I wrote this while going through 's journal's and contemplating about what would happen afterwords. I'm so nervous... as so many others have said.

I hope people find this somewhat humorous. I had intended it to be, but oh well if it's not.

The start date's been pushed back for those who don't know yet. Go check their "Audition's Closed" journal for more info... But if you're reading this, chances are you have already or will soon enough.

To my watchers and friends, Thank you for being so patient with me and my lack of cool stuff. Here's in hoping I make it into The Real and make stuff worthy of your watchings.

I also read a few comments on one of the later journal's abot making a spin-off Tourny for those of us who don't make it into . I personally like it. I hope they're allowed to make it.

If you know who suggested this, could you please tell me their name so I can credit them properly? XD;

I think that's all for now. Yeah, basically this is my fanfic-like thing for AATR.

Enjoy, and as many have said, good luck getting into the 64 slots of The Real.