Dear BB community.
Hold your votes, hold your votes! Sons of the Big 8, of the Great 8, my competitors! I see in your eyes the same fear that would take the heart of me. A day may come when the courage of oriolekid fails, when we forsake our Sleet and break all bonds of fellowship, but it is not this day. An hour of woes and one point losses, when the age of oriolekid comes crashing down! But it is not this day! This day we Vote! By all that you hold dear on this good site, I bid you stand, Men of the West! Because Sleet is the hero that Buzzerbeater deserves, but not the one it needs right now...and so we don't vote for him...because he can't take it...because he's not a hero...he's a silent guardian, a watchful protector...the Atlantic Aces.
"I am Oriolekid Wallace. And I see a whole army of my countrymen, here in defiance of tyranny! You have come to vote as free voters. And free voters you are! What will you do without freedom? Will you fight? "Sleet against Oriolekid?" - the stunned smallfries shouted. No! We will
vote for I - and possibly enjoy it!"
"Yes!" oriolekid shouted back. "vote and you may die. Not vote and you
will live at least awhile. And dying in your bed many years from now,
would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for
one chance, just one cahnce, to come back here as young men and tell
our enemies that they may take our lives but they will never take
our NT coach Oriolekid!"
But if you are not convinced to vote for me, consider this
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the
tyranny of Sleet. Blessed is he who, in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through
the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike
down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those, Sleet and Smallfries, who attempt to poison and destroy my reign. And you will know my name is the Lord Oriolekid when I lay my vengeance upon you!
Good morning. Good morning. In less than an half a week, voters from here will join others from around the country, and you will be launching the largest verbal battle in the history of mankind. Mankind, that word should have new meaning for all of us after this speech. We can't be consumed by our petty differences any more. We will be united in our common interest to make me NT coach. Perhaps it's fate that today is the 7th of March, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom. Not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution, but from Sleet. We're fighting for our right to vote, to exist and should we win the day, the 7th of March will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the country declared in one voice, 'We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight! We're going to live on, we're going to vote for oriolekid.' Soon we celebrate our inauguration day!"
To conclude my speech I shall give you a thread.As if you're not already convinced to vote for me anyway
I don't know who any of you are. I don't know what you want from my as a manager. If you are looking for actual managing skills, I can tell you I don't have them. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people that don't vote for me. If you change your vote for me now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you....