Posted January 01, 2011
Post edited January 01, 2011 by GoJays2025
GoJays2025
I like cake.
Registered: Oct 2010
From Canada
dandi8
The Bold
Registered: Dec 2008
From Poland
Posted January 01, 2011
You know what happens when you tell me to write a story and don't give clear directions to the subject? The stuff below happens.
Also:
The story, while at seem may seem irrelevant to the 'games' theme, is actually a metaphor of what games could lead to and also of the so-called 'addiction-to-gaming', with my own personal twist. You may think it's crap, but it really *is* about gaming, so please don't disqualify me for not being upfront enough about it ^^ That aside, enjoy!
(I just hope GoG won't mess up the styling or whatever it's called. I might also later edit this story as I just wrote it seconds ago.)
Sweat was dripping from his forehead as he was typing the code in the dark confines of his basement. 'It will be alive...' he told himself again and again, prohibiting himself from leaving the task. The letters on the keyboard were barely visible now, it itself was moments away from breaking apart. It would soon be alive, though, there was no time to purchase a new one now. As the small fan tried its best to cool him down, he was thinking of all the bad things he encountered during his life on Earth. The death, the robberies, jealousy and breaking of hearts, it would all be a thing of the past. If he could just... If he could just finish it, years of his hard work would finally pay off, he would have a world for himself, one for which such evil would be alien, one which he could shape as he wanted to. When the last line of code has been written, he pushed the 'compile' button. Immediately, the compiler spit out an error. An error!? There was no room for error now! He was moments away from achieving nirvana! There is no time for errors when one reaches for Heaven! Ah, there it is, a simple typo. He pushed the button again and, satisfied that no similar messages have been displayed on the screen, got up from his chair and headed to the other corner of the room. He passed the mirror. During that split-second, he caught a glimpse of a pale, skinny man in his thirties. He couldn't even recognize himself anymore. What waited for him on the other side of the basement was far more important. Piles of games, organized by period. There was Tetris, Mario, then Baldur's Gate and Diablo. Other piles held newer games which differed in their years of release. There was Beyond Good and Evil, right next to a pile with the Quake games in it. The newer the time period, the smaller was the pile. It didn't take a genius to realize that he liked new games less and less. They lacked that special kind of magic that entrapped the gamer. Nowadays games were just fodder, made to make rich people even richer. Not anymore, though. His project was a labor of love, five years of almost non-stop coding and dismissing the luxuries of life. But it would pay off. He heard a familiar sound behind him, a signal that the application has been built. He launched it and sat in a chair he made especially for that purpose. Putting on his VR helmet, he felt that he was slowly losing consciousness, as it sent signals into his brain that circumvented its functions. Seconds later, he stopped feeling anything. A wall of text appeared in front of him.
[i]Initializing...
Generating world...
Populating...
Simulating life...
Done.[/i]
He woke up in a field of grass. The grass was perfectly green. So were the leaves on the beautiful trees, illuminated by the bright yellow sun. The air smelled of jasmine, the same flower that his girlfriend had in her garden, before the accident. A white rabbit hopped across the view, catching his attention and revealing a path to a village. He knew what to expect there. He started walking, careful not to stray from the carefully-laid brick path. Minutes later, he arrived. The townsfolk all rushed out to greet him, pat him on the back, offer some tea. He ignored them and kept walking in the direction of the biggest house, the one with the nice garden.
A pipe broke down in the basement. Water started slowly leaking out onto the floor. He was still unconscious in his chair.
The villagers were mostly gone now, doing whatever previous work they had been doing, only some were left, cheering for him as he opened the front door. This revealed a tidily decorated hall leading to the kitchen, the living room, the toilet and of course, the stairs. Of course.
The room was being flooded as the liquid was getting gradually closer to the wires.
He went upstairs and went to the only room with its door slightly open. She was there, combing her hair, waiting. A single tear followed his face's curvature, rushed by the impatient gravity. She had barely turned around when he ran to hug her.
As they were holding each other, the water was inches away from the wiring. At that point he was the happiest man in the world, having her in his arms again. The water met with the fragile electronics. 'It's alive' he said to himself, as the spark ignited a flame.
Also:
The story, while at seem may seem irrelevant to the 'games' theme, is actually a metaphor of what games could lead to and also of the so-called 'addiction-to-gaming', with my own personal twist. You may think it's crap, but it really *is* about gaming, so please don't disqualify me for not being upfront enough about it ^^ That aside, enjoy!
(I just hope GoG won't mess up the styling or whatever it's called. I might also later edit this story as I just wrote it seconds ago.)
Sweat was dripping from his forehead as he was typing the code in the dark confines of his basement. 'It will be alive...' he told himself again and again, prohibiting himself from leaving the task. The letters on the keyboard were barely visible now, it itself was moments away from breaking apart. It would soon be alive, though, there was no time to purchase a new one now. As the small fan tried its best to cool him down, he was thinking of all the bad things he encountered during his life on Earth. The death, the robberies, jealousy and breaking of hearts, it would all be a thing of the past. If he could just... If he could just finish it, years of his hard work would finally pay off, he would have a world for himself, one for which such evil would be alien, one which he could shape as he wanted to. When the last line of code has been written, he pushed the 'compile' button. Immediately, the compiler spit out an error. An error!? There was no room for error now! He was moments away from achieving nirvana! There is no time for errors when one reaches for Heaven! Ah, there it is, a simple typo. He pushed the button again and, satisfied that no similar messages have been displayed on the screen, got up from his chair and headed to the other corner of the room. He passed the mirror. During that split-second, he caught a glimpse of a pale, skinny man in his thirties. He couldn't even recognize himself anymore. What waited for him on the other side of the basement was far more important. Piles of games, organized by period. There was Tetris, Mario, then Baldur's Gate and Diablo. Other piles held newer games which differed in their years of release. There was Beyond Good and Evil, right next to a pile with the Quake games in it. The newer the time period, the smaller was the pile. It didn't take a genius to realize that he liked new games less and less. They lacked that special kind of magic that entrapped the gamer. Nowadays games were just fodder, made to make rich people even richer. Not anymore, though. His project was a labor of love, five years of almost non-stop coding and dismissing the luxuries of life. But it would pay off. He heard a familiar sound behind him, a signal that the application has been built. He launched it and sat in a chair he made especially for that purpose. Putting on his VR helmet, he felt that he was slowly losing consciousness, as it sent signals into his brain that circumvented its functions. Seconds later, he stopped feeling anything. A wall of text appeared in front of him.
[i]Initializing...
Generating world...
Populating...
Simulating life...
Done.[/i]
He woke up in a field of grass. The grass was perfectly green. So were the leaves on the beautiful trees, illuminated by the bright yellow sun. The air smelled of jasmine, the same flower that his girlfriend had in her garden, before the accident. A white rabbit hopped across the view, catching his attention and revealing a path to a village. He knew what to expect there. He started walking, careful not to stray from the carefully-laid brick path. Minutes later, he arrived. The townsfolk all rushed out to greet him, pat him on the back, offer some tea. He ignored them and kept walking in the direction of the biggest house, the one with the nice garden.
A pipe broke down in the basement. Water started slowly leaking out onto the floor. He was still unconscious in his chair.
The villagers were mostly gone now, doing whatever previous work they had been doing, only some were left, cheering for him as he opened the front door. This revealed a tidily decorated hall leading to the kitchen, the living room, the toilet and of course, the stairs. Of course.
The room was being flooded as the liquid was getting gradually closer to the wires.
He went upstairs and went to the only room with its door slightly open. She was there, combing her hair, waiting. A single tear followed his face's curvature, rushed by the impatient gravity. She had barely turned around when he ran to hug her.
As they were holding each other, the water was inches away from the wiring. At that point he was the happiest man in the world, having her in his arms again. The water met with the fragile electronics. 'It's alive' he said to himself, as the spark ignited a flame.
Maighstir
THIS KNIGHT MISLIKES THESE HEIGHTS
Registered: Nov 2008
From Sweden
Posted January 01, 2011
Not bad, not bad at all. As specified earlier, changes are allowed until the voting starts, and voting isn't until February, so if you feel there's something that could be made better, feel free to do so.
RaggieRags
Schattenjäger
Registered: Dec 2009
From Finland
Posted January 01, 2011
Okay, here is my entry. This story is true.
When I was a little girl, my family didn't have a videogame system or a computer. The kids next door, however, had a ton of games on their Mac. I practically moved to live there. My first game love was Manhole, a children's game from Broderbund in the style of Myst (but, you know, with grayscale graphics and no puzzles). It was a simple thing, but something about it fired up my imagination like no other. I played Manhole many times over until the neighbour kid realized it's not cool to play with girls, and I was banished from their Macintosh (as well as their house).
"Playing videogames" got a whole different meaning for me after that. I built my own computer from cardboard boxes and designed a whole line of games for it. If I had a friend over to "play videogames", I gave her a stack of floppy discs (also made from cardboard), each one with the name of the game written on it. Then I hid inside the cardboard computer and waited for my friend to slid a disc through a hole ("disc drive"), and started the game. Each game consisted of a stack of drawings, each one with a different scene from the game. The games were controlled by sticking fingers trough holes on each side of the screen, so I could see even from inside the box which way the player wanted to move. Then I'd just swap the appropriate drawing on the "screen". Sometimes my friend had to yell commands like "Okay, I'm gonna kill the dragon with the sword" and I'd swap the dragon drawing with a picture of a treasure. I had a memory game, a puzzle game, word games, and many different adventures. Although my hardware (cardware?) had certain limitations, unlike the neighbor’s grayscale Mac it could display as many colors as a box of crayons. As a downside it was a bit temperamental. If you weren’t able to recognize what the pictures on screen were supposed to be, it would call you a dummy.
A couple of weeks ago I was cleaning up, and found a cardboard floppy disc with "Manhoul 2" written on it with wonky letters.
So, about a year ago I was babysitting my niece, and I showed her my DS to keep her occupied for a while. It turned out she absolutely fell in love with it, and plays with it every time we meet. Once when she told how much she'd like to have her own DS, I told her about the cardboard computer I made when I was her age. The next time we met, she proudly showed me a cardboard DS she'd made, complete with a cardboard stylus and all.
I wonder if I could play my Manhoul 2 on it.
When I was a little girl, my family didn't have a videogame system or a computer. The kids next door, however, had a ton of games on their Mac. I practically moved to live there. My first game love was Manhole, a children's game from Broderbund in the style of Myst (but, you know, with grayscale graphics and no puzzles). It was a simple thing, but something about it fired up my imagination like no other. I played Manhole many times over until the neighbour kid realized it's not cool to play with girls, and I was banished from their Macintosh (as well as their house).
"Playing videogames" got a whole different meaning for me after that. I built my own computer from cardboard boxes and designed a whole line of games for it. If I had a friend over to "play videogames", I gave her a stack of floppy discs (also made from cardboard), each one with the name of the game written on it. Then I hid inside the cardboard computer and waited for my friend to slid a disc through a hole ("disc drive"), and started the game. Each game consisted of a stack of drawings, each one with a different scene from the game. The games were controlled by sticking fingers trough holes on each side of the screen, so I could see even from inside the box which way the player wanted to move. Then I'd just swap the appropriate drawing on the "screen". Sometimes my friend had to yell commands like "Okay, I'm gonna kill the dragon with the sword" and I'd swap the dragon drawing with a picture of a treasure. I had a memory game, a puzzle game, word games, and many different adventures. Although my hardware (cardware?) had certain limitations, unlike the neighbor’s grayscale Mac it could display as many colors as a box of crayons. As a downside it was a bit temperamental. If you weren’t able to recognize what the pictures on screen were supposed to be, it would call you a dummy.
A couple of weeks ago I was cleaning up, and found a cardboard floppy disc with "Manhoul 2" written on it with wonky letters.
So, about a year ago I was babysitting my niece, and I showed her my DS to keep her occupied for a while. It turned out she absolutely fell in love with it, and plays with it every time we meet. Once when she told how much she'd like to have her own DS, I told her about the cardboard computer I made when I was her age. The next time we met, she proudly showed me a cardboard DS she'd made, complete with a cardboard stylus and all.
I wonder if I could play my Manhoul 2 on it.
dandi8
The Bold
Registered: Dec 2008
From Poland
Posted January 01, 2011
Dang, so I wasn't the only one playing with cardboard PCs! I made one with my friend when I was about 6. We had a really hard time trying to remember the QWERTY layout when drawing the keyboard. We then spent many a night sitting around it in said friend's attic and 'playing'. Afterwards I believe was the time I've gotten my PSX and that's an entirely different story...
Darn, you got me reminiscing now.
Darn, you got me reminiscing now.
GoJays2025
I like cake.
Registered: Oct 2010
From Canada
Posted January 01, 2011
Alright, so I wrote one just now... I may return to edit it when I have more time, but hopefully it's passable.
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Her puffy tail danced rhythmically behind her as she leapt from branch to branch. In her little paws was a piece of wood that served her as a staff – the last line of defense between her and the beasties of the wilderness.
Following the spritely squirrel intensely was a young mouse that she had saved from an angry hawk not too long ago, unfortunately not nearly in time to save his father who had perished defending his boy. That little mouse had been by her side ever since.
The two soon approached a clearing. Tumbling into the soft grass below, the pair carefully surveyed their surroundings.
‘I don’t like the looks of this,’ the squirrel uttered softly. ‘It’s just too quiet. Ready yourself boy, I think we’re in for some trouble!’
As soon as the last couple of words left her mouth, the ground shook furiously, jolting and unbalancing the surprised squirrel. The ground before them erupted into a storm of grass and dirt. For a moment the world seemed to be covered in a veil, but as the dust settled the little squirrel realized what she now faced. With a loud and terrifying squeak, the large mole sent shivers down her spine – freezing her in her tracks.
Drool dripped down the monster’s mouth, and when it opened, even more seemed to gush out. It spoke. ‘Ahh… I thought I smelled something… delicious.’ The thing laughed, spraying slime in every direction. ‘Tell me, are you fools searching for the sceptre as well? A hamster already came looking for it, but he too, stepped into my lair… and now...’ it pointed to its round belly, and laughed once again.
The squirrel grasped onto her staff tightly, and quickly advanced to try to tackle the giant mole. Her sidekick ran close behind her, his sharp teeth showing. The mole braced itself for the impending attack. As she came within arm’s reach of the beast, the thing lunged at her. Acting almost on instinct, she pounded the staff hard into the ground and used it to vault over the great mole. The squirrel then proceeded assault it while it was still disoriented, smacking it continually with her staff. It cried in agony, and slowly turned to face her. Unfortunately for her, she could not break her momentum in time and allowed herself to be grabbed by the mighty creature. It laughed, encasing her in goo. Unless she acted fast she was to suffer the same fate as the hamster, but struggling led nowhere, and she was running out of time.
The mouse, seizing this moment, leapt up at the monster and sank his teeth completely into its neck. Completely taken by surprise, it dropped the squirrel, and shook the mouse off of its shoulder. However, the damage had been done – it shrieked and finally collapsed.
Poof! The body exploded into dust, leaving behind some supplies that no doubt once belonged to the poor hamster. There was no use letting the stuff go to waste, so the squirrel scooped up what she could – a healing potion, a pair of boots, and some gold coins. The two looked at each other and smiled.
Their joy was short-lived, however. The ground once again trembled, the earth itself seem to be collapsing. The mole was digging too close to the surface, it seemed. Most of the ground before them had already given way, leaving only sparse patches behind. The adventurers ran as fast as they could, jumping from platform to platform, each of which sank into the abyss shortly after from the increased weight shifting upon them.
Just then – tragedy struck. The mouse, being less agile than the squirrel, missed a step and fell into the depths along with the piece of earth he was stepping on.
‘Mouuuuuusey!’ The squirrel yelled in horror, but there was nothing she could do. The only reasonable course of action was to keep going, and hope the little guy somehow made it. A tear left her eye, only to be carried away by the wind.
Just keep running, come on! She told herself. Just keep ru-
*PAUSE*
‘Did you say something, mom?’ The boy shouted to the other room.
‘I said it’s time for dinner, honey!’ A gentle voice floated in from the kitchen. ‘Play your little game after, okay?’
‘Fiiiiine,’ he replied, half in protest. He put down the controller and slowly mustered the strength to stand from his chair. He stretched, and finally walked toward the door. ‘Comin’ mom!’
On the screen was a squirrel frozen in time. She stood on a small patch of grass which seemed to be sinking down into the void, but she was poised to jump. Her face looked determined, composed, and fearless. Her eyes however, adorned with a few blue pixels, told a different story…
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Her puffy tail danced rhythmically behind her as she leapt from branch to branch. In her little paws was a piece of wood that served her as a staff – the last line of defense between her and the beasties of the wilderness.
Following the spritely squirrel intensely was a young mouse that she had saved from an angry hawk not too long ago, unfortunately not nearly in time to save his father who had perished defending his boy. That little mouse had been by her side ever since.
The two soon approached a clearing. Tumbling into the soft grass below, the pair carefully surveyed their surroundings.
‘I don’t like the looks of this,’ the squirrel uttered softly. ‘It’s just too quiet. Ready yourself boy, I think we’re in for some trouble!’
As soon as the last couple of words left her mouth, the ground shook furiously, jolting and unbalancing the surprised squirrel. The ground before them erupted into a storm of grass and dirt. For a moment the world seemed to be covered in a veil, but as the dust settled the little squirrel realized what she now faced. With a loud and terrifying squeak, the large mole sent shivers down her spine – freezing her in her tracks.
Drool dripped down the monster’s mouth, and when it opened, even more seemed to gush out. It spoke. ‘Ahh… I thought I smelled something… delicious.’ The thing laughed, spraying slime in every direction. ‘Tell me, are you fools searching for the sceptre as well? A hamster already came looking for it, but he too, stepped into my lair… and now...’ it pointed to its round belly, and laughed once again.
The squirrel grasped onto her staff tightly, and quickly advanced to try to tackle the giant mole. Her sidekick ran close behind her, his sharp teeth showing. The mole braced itself for the impending attack. As she came within arm’s reach of the beast, the thing lunged at her. Acting almost on instinct, she pounded the staff hard into the ground and used it to vault over the great mole. The squirrel then proceeded assault it while it was still disoriented, smacking it continually with her staff. It cried in agony, and slowly turned to face her. Unfortunately for her, she could not break her momentum in time and allowed herself to be grabbed by the mighty creature. It laughed, encasing her in goo. Unless she acted fast she was to suffer the same fate as the hamster, but struggling led nowhere, and she was running out of time.
The mouse, seizing this moment, leapt up at the monster and sank his teeth completely into its neck. Completely taken by surprise, it dropped the squirrel, and shook the mouse off of its shoulder. However, the damage had been done – it shrieked and finally collapsed.
Poof! The body exploded into dust, leaving behind some supplies that no doubt once belonged to the poor hamster. There was no use letting the stuff go to waste, so the squirrel scooped up what she could – a healing potion, a pair of boots, and some gold coins. The two looked at each other and smiled.
Their joy was short-lived, however. The ground once again trembled, the earth itself seem to be collapsing. The mole was digging too close to the surface, it seemed. Most of the ground before them had already given way, leaving only sparse patches behind. The adventurers ran as fast as they could, jumping from platform to platform, each of which sank into the abyss shortly after from the increased weight shifting upon them.
Just then – tragedy struck. The mouse, being less agile than the squirrel, missed a step and fell into the depths along with the piece of earth he was stepping on.
‘Mouuuuuusey!’ The squirrel yelled in horror, but there was nothing she could do. The only reasonable course of action was to keep going, and hope the little guy somehow made it. A tear left her eye, only to be carried away by the wind.
Just keep running, come on! She told herself. Just keep ru-
*PAUSE*
‘Did you say something, mom?’ The boy shouted to the other room.
‘I said it’s time for dinner, honey!’ A gentle voice floated in from the kitchen. ‘Play your little game after, okay?’
‘Fiiiiine,’ he replied, half in protest. He put down the controller and slowly mustered the strength to stand from his chair. He stretched, and finally walked toward the door. ‘Comin’ mom!’
On the screen was a squirrel frozen in time. She stood on a small patch of grass which seemed to be sinking down into the void, but she was poised to jump. Her face looked determined, composed, and fearless. Her eyes however, adorned with a few blue pixels, told a different story…
Post edited January 01, 2011 by GoJays2025
prakaa
"Large Talons?"
Registered: Jul 2009
From Australia
Posted January 02, 2011
Also:
The story, while at seem may seem irrelevant to the 'games' theme, is actually a metaphor of what games could lead to and also of the so-called 'addiction-to-gaming', with my own personal twist. You may think it's crap, but it really *is* about gaming, so please don't disqualify me for not being upfront enough about it ^^ That aside, enjoy!
(I just hope GoG won't mess up the styling or whatever it's called. I might also later edit this story as I just wrote it seconds ago.)
Sweat was dripping from his forehead as he was typing the code in the dark confines of his basement. 'It will be alive...' he told himself again and again, prohibiting himself from leaving the task. The letters on the keyboard were barely visible now, it itself was moments away from breaking apart. It would soon be alive, though, there was no time to purchase a new one now. As the small fan tried its best to cool him down, he was thinking of all the bad things he encountered during his life on Earth. The death, the robberies, jealousy and breaking of hearts, it would all be a thing of the past. If he could just... If he could just finish it, years of his hard work would finally pay off, he would have a world for himself, one for which such evil would be alien, one which he could shape as he wanted to. When the last line of code has been written, he pushed the 'compile' button. Immediately, the compiler spit out an error. An error!? There was no room for error now! He was moments away from achieving nirvana! There is no time for errors when one reaches for Heaven! Ah, there it is, a simple typo. He pushed the button again and, satisfied that no similar messages have been displayed on the screen, got up from his chair and headed to the other corner of the room. He passed the mirror. During that split-second, he caught a glimpse of a pale, skinny man in his thirties. He couldn't even recognize himself anymore. What waited for him on the other side of the basement was far more important. Piles of games, organized by period. There was Tetris, Mario, then Baldur's Gate and Diablo. Other piles held newer games which differed in their years of release. There was Beyond Good and Evil, right next to a pile with the Quake games in it. The newer the time period, the smaller was the pile. It didn't take a genius to realize that he liked new games less and less. They lacked that special kind of magic that entrapped the gamer. Nowadays games were just fodder, made to make rich people even richer. Not anymore, though. His project was a labor of love, five years of almost non-stop coding and dismissing the luxuries of life. But it would pay off. He heard a familiar sound behind him, a signal that the application has been built. He launched it and sat in a chair he made especially for that purpose. Putting on his VR helmet, he felt that he was slowly losing consciousness, as it sent signals into his brain that circumvented its functions. Seconds later, he stopped feeling anything. A wall of text appeared in front of him.
[i]Initializing...
Generating world...
Populating...
Simulating life...
Done.[/i]
He woke up in a field of grass. The grass was perfectly green. So were the leaves on the beautiful trees, illuminated by the bright yellow sun. The air smelled of jasmine, the same flower that his girlfriend had in her garden, before the accident. A white rabbit hopped across the view, catching his attention and revealing a path to a village. He knew what to expect there. He started walking, careful not to stray from the carefully-laid brick path. Minutes later, he arrived. The townsfolk all rushed out to greet him, pat him on the back, offer some tea. He ignored them and kept walking in the direction of the biggest house, the one with the nice garden.
A pipe broke down in the basement. Water started slowly leaking out onto the floor. He was still unconscious in his chair.
The villagers were mostly gone now, doing whatever previous work they had been doing, only some were left, cheering for him as he opened the front door. This revealed a tidily decorated hall leading to the kitchen, the living room, the toilet and of course, the stairs. Of course.
The room was being flooded as the liquid was getting gradually closer to the wires.
He went upstairs and went to the only room with its door slightly open. She was there, combing her hair, waiting. A single tear followed his face's curvature, rushed by the impatient gravity. She had barely turned around when he ran to hug her.
As they were holding each other, the water was inches away from the wiring. At that point he was the happiest man in the world, having her in his arms again. The water met with the fragile electronics. 'It's alive' he said to himself, as the spark ignited a flame.
Maighstir
THIS KNIGHT MISLIKES THESE HEIGHTS
Registered: Nov 2008
From Sweden
Posted January 02, 2011
Because this disappeared off the first page for many of you - thereby lessening the chance of me reading what awesomeness you may write - I'm bumping it.
Post edited January 02, 2011 by Miaghstir
dandi8
The Bold
Registered: Dec 2008
From Poland
Posted January 04, 2011
Bumping for the sake of it being an awesome competition.
Maighstir
THIS KNIGHT MISLIKES THESE HEIGHTS
Registered: Nov 2008
From Sweden
Posted January 06, 2011
A bump. Not because I'm expecting anything new soon, but because it may get the attention of someone who hasn't yet taken notice of the competition - and I want to know what kind of wicked ideas they may get.
Please read the entirety of the OP if you haven't already.
Please read the entirety of the OP if you haven't already.
Post edited January 06, 2011 by Miaghstir
Titanium
The iron-y
Registered: Nov 2008
From Slovenia
Maighstir
THIS KNIGHT MISLIKES THESE HEIGHTS
Registered: Nov 2008
From Sweden
Posted January 11, 2011
I really enjoy reading these stories, and would love to read more. Especially RaggieRags' story made me smile. It's not me you're trying to impress though, it's whoever we can get to vote next month.
Maighstir
THIS KNIGHT MISLIKES THESE HEIGHTS
Registered: Nov 2008
From Sweden
Posted January 15, 2011
Half the month is gone and there aren't even enough entries to give out all prizes. What's with you people?
Popinjay
-
Registered: Sep 2010
From Australia
Posted January 15, 2011
Saw the thread just then. Working on something now. Great comp btw.
Maighstir
THIS KNIGHT MISLIKES THESE HEIGHTS
Registered: Nov 2008
From Sweden
Posted January 18, 2011
Just getting this up in the general conciousness again. You have less than two weeks - until the end of January - to submit and do final edits to your stories. And just a tip: better be a day or two early than a few minutes late.