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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Apr 7, 2013 0:39:30 GMT -5
Hi everybody!
Jess and I were talking, and we need that we need ANOTHER CONTEST! So the contest is simple; You write a short story involving CR characters, following the theme. Short stories must be more than 350 words, but no more than 500 words.
Theme - You have to describe your character winning a sport game.
Rules-
1. Must be a psychical game *Like soccer*
2. Must involved at least 3 characters from CR.
3. 2 of the characters must not be yours. *I.E. I would pick Volkmar, Andy, and Hala and that would be acceptaple. I couldn't pick Ramirez, Trucido, and Kevin, becayse Ramirez sucks at sports!*
4. must involve these 5 words.
Pie
Metal
Ass
RUMBLE
[shadow=red,left,300]Wanzilerger[/shadow]
All posts please be submitted by the 12th.
*Yes its 6 days, but I've seen you people make mini sagas with your posts in like 10 minutes*
Submission- Just post them here.
Judging - I will judge them, and I will pick the winner. You can make it super serious, or super crazy. I will pick the one I like the most.
Prize- The winner gets to PM me next week theme, and ! Though the theme must not be too graphic. If it is, I will PM, and ask you to make a new one.
So, have fun. Any questions PM me.
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Post by mahila on Apr 10, 2013 22:22:00 GMT -5
((cut from 750 words down to 504 |D; let me know if you want the 750? It had more than just dialogue haha))
It was the 7th Annual Wanzilerger Cup, hosted by the Nachtundtag city. Things were intense in the stadium with the Royals against the Emperors when a time out was called…
"Okay, that sucked!" Alexander exclaimed to his team mates standing around him.
"Don't worry, there's only three minutes left in this football game. Ben's down but I'm sure he'll be back up just in time for us to win this thing!" Kyros said positively. His grin only fell when he met Alexander's deadpan gaze.
"Both of Benjamin's knees are shattered, Kryos," he answered loudly Kyros merely shrugged.
"Maybe we should just give up!" cried some random loser on the team, probably named Fred.
"No, we’re gonna go out there and avenge Benjamin!....and maybe stop for ice cream on the way home," Alexander rolled his eyes as the team erupted into cheers at the sound of ice cream.
The whistle blew, they marched back onto the field. That was a mighty voice called out to them. T'was the Emperors's team captain, Duo Angelo!
"Your ass is grass! Without Benjamin, you're all done!" he laughed.
"You get ready to rumble, buddy, we've got this!" Kyros yelped.
And with that, the game was on. The ball was in the Emperors' hands, starting with Bartholmeu who brought it to George, who then passed it to Marcel, to Frank, to Hank, then to Kyoki--
Wait what.
"Ladies and gentlemen, we have been interrupted by a rabbit--"
"Bunny" corrected the masked archangelcoddling the football.
"--riding a pony."
"Rabbit, give me that ball!" Duo shouted, to which Kyoki's masked head tilted to the side.
"Bunny! See, rabbits are--"
"I’ll break your legs!"
Well now Kyoki was silent for a long moment as he turned his mask's gaze to the football and then back to Duo.
"You’re no fun at all. You need some cheering up…”
His hands squeezed the ball between them and with a loud 'pop' the ball exploded, confetti raining everywhere.
"Now it's a piñata! Party!" he cried happily, confusing everyone on the field, pissed that he destroyed their ball.
"HERE! Use this!" Kyros yelled, tossing a round metal object into Alexander’s hands.
It was a metal pie.
"Okay, what?" Alexander asked, eyebrow raised. Kevin, everyone's favourite randomly-placed announcer raised his hands from his booth as he shouted, "I ACCEPT. RUN WITH IT."
"....No seriously!" Alexander yelled. Kyros waved at him.
"Run with it! RUN!" he called to his team mate,"no, really, Duo's coming--GO!"
Alexander looked behind him to see Satan Duo charging only feet away from him and did as any white kid in the hood would do.
RUN, BITCH, RUN.
And run he did in a display that could only be done by a master of cardio such as Alexander, bolted over the goal line...
...And didn't stop running.
The team won, and Alexander left the stadium. He took shelter in a bed'n'breakfast place, leaving a plate of bacon and eggs on the doorstep so Duo wouldn't go anywhere near it.
UH...THE END?
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Post by King Roxa Hiaten on Apr 11, 2013 4:42:59 GMT -5
511 words. But not even the slightest bit mad, because the ending is brilliant.
“Alright! This time you’re going down, I’m going to have you, Kyoki, you ass!”
“Can we have pie instead?”
“NO! I SWEAR TO GOD… Wait… ME! THAT I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU THIS TIME!”
Kyoki and Mark were stood opposite each other across a green table, with Shanira stood to the side near the centre of the table. Mark tossed Kyoki a red-coloured paddle and then pulled a ping-pong ball from his pocket, flashing his fellow archangel a malicious grin. He let out a deep chuckle as he tossed the ball into the air and caught it, repeating the process as he looked across at his companion, an intricate plan for victory forming in his head.
SMASH HIM INTO THE GROUND WITH OVERWHELMING PING-PONG MIGHT.[/i]
“I hope you’re ready for this Kyoki…” Mark said as he tossed the ball into the air again, bringing his paddle arm back, before swinging it forwards, making vicious contact with the small white sphere, sending it hurtling towards his opponent. Mark flashed a grin.
’Perfect… I’ve caught him off-guard! I’ve got him!’
“Because this time, victory will be mine!”
The ping-pong ball suddenly hit Mark directly on the forehead, right between the eyes. He stood there for a moment and then blinked once.
Twice.
Kyoki was stood there, paddle in hand and at his side, Mark could swear that he hadn’t even seen him move! He clenched his fists with a snarl, before looking across at Shanira.
“HOW DID HE DO THAT?!” He cried, the angel simply gave a shrug in return.
“I see hand move, ball hit you in face… I guess that point to Kyoki?”
Mark let out an anguished cry as he grabbed at his hair before releasing it and glaring across at Kyoki who was now performing some bizarre dancing ritual, which involved a lot of butt waggling… It was kind of hypnoti-
NO.
He had to focus. He reached into his pocket and this time pulled out a handful of ping-pong balls. It was time for plan B…
SMASH HIM INTO THE GROUND WITH MORE OVERWHELMING, HEAVY METAL, PING-PONG MIGHT.[/i]
“ALRIGHT, KYOKI! LET’S RUMBLE!”
Mark tossed the balls up into the air, before his hand moved in a flurry of blurring actions, countless ping-pong balls suddenly flying towards Kyoki who took a stereotypical, martial arts pose, letting out a similarly stereotypical ‘woaaaaaaaaaah’ noise. Kyoki’s hand moved in sharp, precise movements, smacking each ball back towards Mark, who would send them flying back. Mark’s face was one of pure concentration as he tried his hardest to send every ball back, whereas his fellow Archangel was returning the shots with his paddle held between his feet. Suddenly, the bunny-masked denizen of Solaris spoke up.
“IT IS TIME FOR MY ULTIMATE TECHNIQUE!”
Mark’s eye twitched.
“Wh-what?!”
“Here it comes…”
“STOP THAT!”
“WANZILERGER LOBSTER LUNCHEON!”
Silence, nothing happened, the game continued…
Poot…
More silence… The smell reached Mark…
“AUUUUGHHHHHHH OH MY GOD!”
The Archangel collapsed from the stench, every ball flew over his head. Shanira jumped up with a grin.
“Kyoki is winner!”
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Post by Yeligar Maelstrom on Apr 14, 2013 10:35:04 GMT -5
Alright after reading both entries, it wasn't an easy decision, but the winner is...
JORDAN!
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