It was that time of year again. When the sacrifices were brought before the gods for them to choose a champion or something. Not that Eddie cared. Well, he did ... at first. However, he could never really decide on a gift that he thought was good enough, and so always came with nothing. He labored under the delusion that he would look for inspiration among the others who brought things, but after a decade of doing so he finally just gave up. He now considered himself too old to be chosen. He had settled down and established himself quite comfortably within his village, and had no intention of going off on some crazy adventure. However, the habit of going to the celebration was deeply ingrained in him, so he found himself going every year. Although now it was more for the celebration and fun, he still took the time to observe the other people looking to gain recognition.

He had seen many interesting sacrifices this year. A few grotesque ones, and some like him who brought nothing. Although he had to sigh when he saw a man chasing after what appeared to be a prostitute. What god would honestly want that!? Probably a weird one. He debated for a moment whether he should intervene. On one hand, it wasn't his right to determine who brought what. However, he didn't think it was right to just let a woman be chased like that, he found the very thought vulgar. He sighed even harder, then calmly walked after the man. Being a hard laborer, he found it easy to intimidate people, and he was definitely well muscled. His plan was simply to walk up behind the man and possibly engage him in discussion or simply block his path, giving the woman time to make her escape. Perhaps he could 'bump' into the man, make it look like an accident. However, the latter was automatically selected when he stepped out in front of the man.

[url=http://media20.giphy.com/media/Zu127o5ZFtq1i/giphy.gif?w=320]((If this no longer pertains, then up yours for leaving me in the dust, jerks))[/url]