A bit later than I expected, but here it is, finally:
Third Batch of Winners, Thursday 12/05 2011: Gold Award Winner:
rooshandark8 {
Rooshandark contributed with a rather epic piece of fan fiction, but very sadly wanted us to keep it private. That obviously does not stop us from giving him the Gold Award!}
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Silver Award Winner:
Falci Entry:
“It was late in the morning, my bread full of an excessively sweet some-sort-of-thing-jam that I couldn't quite nail down just by the taste of it. The humming noise of my computer whistled behind some jazz music from an album a street seller had just pushed me, “Herbie Hancock” - she said with a weird smile in her face - “The best, I guarantee you!”
At least it was cheap. And really good music indeed.
While I wondered what the hell happened to American black musicians that they would spend time producing gangsta style bullshit instead of epic pieces of this kind, it occurred to me that I had just spent the last few dollars I had in a forty minute, four song entertainment and was absolutely broke.
I took a deep breath while I gazed at my emptier-than-the-congress-on-a-business-day box of cases. As I sighted heavily, my door opened abruptly and a creature so ugly I swore to God I'd stop drinking if he sent her away came in.
She, and now I firmly believe it was a “she”, tried pathetically to communicate with a voice so annoying my new jazz album stopped playing - “Your rent is late again.” - she smirked awkwardly - “you know what happens when...”
“It's not late just yet!” - I screamed desperately like a newborn child too afraid of the dark vicious intentions that creature had - “I have until the tenth of may!”
“But it will be. Again.” - the look in her eyes... oh, those bloody evil eyes... - “You can't escape.”
She exited as I immediately started looking for my bottle of bourbon under my desk, God didn't send her away fast enough. I opened every damned window in a futile attempt to breath some fresh air – like that was possible in the middle of an industrial zone – and a small flyer flew into my face. I grabbed the piece of paper and read it avidly.
Apparently some folk by the name Skystrider was running a worldwide contest about a new game called 'Witcher 2'. A flash of light struck my head in a ridiculous attempt to diverge my thoughts from my problems.
Easy as spanking adults with lollipops. Now I had to win that contest. No matter what! It was going to be an awful month, but the sight of the prize kept my head away from the thoughts about my land lady.
I dropped into my investigative suit like some sort of even clumsier Tex Murphy and picked up my gun from the table. I exited the room with renewed hope.
This was not going to solve my problems. But if I had to go down, I knew I'd better go down with style.
On the box, Herbie just started playing all over again like it was the soundtrack of my life.”
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The Jury instantly fell in love with Falci's Tex Murphy, Chandler-ish noire setting. More than worthy the eight silver award!}
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Bronze Award:
tarangwydion Entry:
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This wonderful play with GOG.com titles brought home the Bronze award easily. Mighty fine work by Tarangwydion!}