The second semi final... Oh wow, we're so close to the big showdown already! Now then, let's see who can stand the longest on a narrow post then now:

Mutia had been gone for a few days now. She had slipped through the cracks of reality, somewhere between cells L65 and R92 as she tried to calculate =CONCATENATE("cuddle";"kitten") it happened.

What happened? I hear you ask, well, we won't really ever know for sure, it was fluffy and surreal, stretched through at least 3 levels of reality and probably made sense, or not. But the infallible science of cooperative contemplation determined with at least some certainty that Mutia received the entry-ticket for the semi-finals today.

Now then, here she is, all googly eyed and fluffed up. She used to be almighty but a bit tiresome, but not today, no, the experience of endless (almost) unconditional cuddles had changed her, she didn't even bring her sword to the match, violence was no longer her way. She smiled as she climbed up upon the narrow post, the match hadn't even begun, but she already stood there, smiling, googly eyed, deeply satisfied and at ease with herself.

Then now, Droopy entered the arena. With him came the faint odour of methane and one could literally feel the atmosphere inside the arena heating up as the audience started breaking out in sweat. Not because of their excitement, no, because of global warming!

Droopy looked around, he felt sorry. What had he done, his unstoppable desire to make up for his saviour's demise had set in motion an unstoppable process that might lead to the end of civilisation as we know it.

He broke down as he approached his post. He cried. He didn't want this anymore. "I am soooo sorry!" he shouted as he fell to his knees next to the foot of his narrow pole. He took off his Gauntlets, enough aeons have been fractured and would be fractured by the consequences still. "SOOORRY!! I am so sorry!..."

Nobody could stop Droopy from apologising. He just kept whining and never even climbed up his post.

MUTIA WINS!!