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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Feb 28, 2015 19:26:28 GMT 1
March 1st 2015It was a long voyage, but he finally made. As soon he heard one of the ship’s crew yell out “Land Ho”, the Altmer made a long sigh of relief in his cabinet, before he climbed out to the deck of the ship. He approached the rails of the starboard and look over the horizon. It was Windhelm, the city of snow and jewel of Skyrim, the Nords called. Doesn’t look that impressive, he thought. The city was crumbling, but at least it’s a decent start, plus he’s far away from his old troubles now. He took a deep breath, as he wanted to know what a new start taste like. Then he coughed out in disgust. “Taste like rotten fish and bad mead!” Rumarin the Altmer spat.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Feb 28, 2015 23:48:39 GMT 1
Little forword: I will be using this website for this month's compitition. kaction.com/Like it said i will pick two franchises and a theme and try to make it work within 100 words. March 1st, 2015Today's first chapter.... Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Godzilla and Sherlock Holmes. The story should use regicide as a plot device!!Holmes exhaled a gray cloud as he studied the cold corpse of Joffrey Baratheon. Watson was pushed forward by the City Watch, followed by the Queen Cersei.” The Queen is demanding answers, old boy. Did you find anything?” The detective nodded.” Yes. I found out that the deceased was not a true Baratheon at all but is in fact the product of a incestuous union between the Queen and the Kingslayer. Quite obvious to see, really.” Before any could retort, a loud thunderous roar sounded through King’s Landing as they saw a large wingless dragon emerge from the ocean depths. A smile cracked on Holmes’ lips. “The game is afoot, Watson.”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 1, 2015 14:44:08 GMT 1
Small Disclaimer: I got this idea from something my best friend told me... he was waiting for a bus and eating a small serving of fries, and felt like his fries were in danger.
March 1, 2015
Shivering in the cold, the human slowly realizes it's not just him looking at his fries. Circling overhead, a seagull spots the fries.
The human moves his back closer to the branches of a bare winter tree, taking away the Gull's advantage of flight.
The Gull curses in its own way; time is on the human's side.
Another human approaches.
“Curses!” the Gull grumbles as he grabs a cold onion ring from the parking lot, taking one last circle before giving up and flying off on the horizon. The human boards the giant metal box and disappears from view.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 1, 2015 17:08:13 GMT 1
Bird's eye view..
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 1, 2015 18:35:21 GMT 1
March 1, 2015
(This is a simplified version of a scene I've got planned for my ME fic as soon as I fix the bullshit in the earlier chapters.)
“I don’t get it,” the woman said, lounging on her couch and sipping at her drink. “You could have been free of me. No more debt, no more watching your back for my men. So… why’d you do it?”
“Save you?” the man sitting in a chair beside the couch asked. “I doubt you’ll believe me if I tell you.”
“Try me,” the woman answered.
“I did it, Aria, because I owe you a debt. I couldn’t repay it if you died,” the man said.
“You and your honor, you sanctimonious fool,” the crime boss says, with a teasing smile.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 2, 2015 7:41:14 GMT 1
Sorry no picture for today, just burnt my pinky at the stove while cooking congee. The next day or so I might.March 2nd 2015After Rumarin stepped off the boat, he began to look around the crowds, who are also waiting for other arrivals. He was trying to find his distant relative. Normally that would be an easy task, since the crowd were mostly consist of burly Nords, but for some reason it is not. Maybe because their fat… sorry, broad build obscured his view, Rumarin thought. He continue wading through the crowd, while trying to ignore that strange musk that coming from them. As he wonder if these Nords have bathe recently, he heard a familiar voice behind him. “Welcome to Skyrim, Rumarin!”
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 2, 2015 17:34:56 GMT 1
March 2nd, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Gordon Ramsay and Scott Pilgrim. The story should use martial arts as a plot device!
The English chef was not amused with the slacking youth. Scott rolled his eyes as the angry chef gave another tirade. “This steak is still raw and the chips look like floppy dicks, you stupid donkey!” “I’m sorry Mr Ramsay, I promise I’ll do better.” Scott sighed annoyed. “I don’t fucking think so you wanker! Mr Pilgrim, you are fucking fired!” Gordon Ramsay picked up a frying pan and went to smash it across Scott’s face. Scott dodged the attack by leaping upward. He drew his Master Sword and thrusted downward on Ramsay’s head. The chef dodged back. Round one! FIGHT!
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 2, 2015 18:39:12 GMT 1
Well my muse decided it wanted to do more than 100 words yesterday so I came up with snippets I'll post daily that continues what I started.
March 2, 2015
“Just repaying a debt can’t be all the reason you protected me, Ian” Aria says, eying the human closely. “You like to keep things simple, but you’re not that simple.”
“Well, there’s also the fact that your death would destabilize the Terminus,” Ian answers. “It’s bad for business when you don’t know who to go to.”
“True enough,” Aria says, sounding like she doesn’t completely believe him. “But there’s more to it. Quit bullshitting me,” she continues, her voice sharpening along with her gaze. “Don’t pretend like you haven’t been eying me up. You think you’re some white knight?”
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 3, 2015 0:18:12 GMT 1
Small Disclaimer: My best friend was trying to cheer me up one night when I was extremely depressed and had been pretty much crying myself to sleep for a couple nights before the day he gave me this mental image. I had baked chocolate chip cookies and gave some to him in a ziplock bag.
March 2, 2015
The two remaining cookies cower on top of the microwave, knowing the hungry red-bearded giant would return at any moment.
“Why are we so delicious?” one cried helplessly, “We blame the maker!”
“Don't blame the maker,” said the other, “She couldn't have known. Well intentioned or not, we are delicious! Now we cower here alone, nothing but a ziplock bag to slow the red-bearded giant's approach!”
Footsteps in the distance; the fridge creaks open, and the red-bearded giant drinks a glass of wildberry juice. “Oh no,” cried the cookie, “He's here! Doom approaches!”
He's just thirsty. For now.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 3, 2015 11:58:30 GMT 1
March 3th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Chip & Dale's Rescue Rangers and Army of Darkness. The story should use a plot to reanimate Hitler as a plot device!
A man walked through a forgotten sewer tunnel as two chipmunks on his shoulder gave directions. "You sure about this, guys?" the man checked his shotgun over before he slung it over his shoulder. "Hey, watch it!" One of the chipmunks jumped aside quickly before the barrel hit. "Yeah we're sure, Ash." The chipmunk with the small leather jacket and hat replied. They entered a small clearing where men in robes covered in swastikas worshipped a dark book, the Necronomicon. Under the book there was a corpse that immediately stood up when Ash and his friends came into view. The corpse wore the outfit of a WWII Nazi commander, his little moustache twitching as he screamed. “Wowsers!” a chipmunk exclaimed. “Yo, Charlie Chaplin!” Ash loaded his gun.” Bet you NAZI this coming!”
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Post by Clint Johnston on Mar 3, 2015 17:28:05 GMT 1
That's horrible! Charlie Chaplin was as staunch a Naxi opponent as there was in the 30's!
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 3, 2015 23:53:33 GMT 1
March 3, 2015
The specter crouched inside the bedroom door, waiting.
She had not been there long, less than an hour, but it was enough. It was enough to hear the harpy's grating voice as it ripped the hope from the children's minds. No surprise, then, that one child had snapped. One child, broken but yet unbeaten, and all it took was one. One child, one prayer, one person willing to fulfill a child's wish.
The specter shifted as she heard the footsteps approach.
The door opened, closed; the specter rose, her blade arcing in one quick sweep.
All it took was one.
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Post by Cali on Mar 4, 2015 0:33:49 GMT 1
March 1, 2015
"NOOOO!" Retired MI-6 agent Dirk D. Dangermouth screeched with effeminate elven fury in his hospital gown, as he overturned a hospital gurney to slow down the nurses and other faculty. "Dad!" His son, Rupert-Thomas Dangermouth parted through the crowd of orderlies and nurses. "It's a tetanus shot." "Needles can kish my ash." Dirk replied, this time sounding extremely masculine and MI-6 like. "Listen, pop. The Russians did that to you a billion times with worse stuff in the needle. This is just for a trampoline injury." "NOOOOOOO!" Dirk screeched like a monkey being mauled by a steamroller.
March 2, 2015
The interior of the Turkish prison was much like a miniature housing project, overwhelmed by a smog cloud of marijuana smoke and deadly amounts of body odor and sulfur from constant flatulence. Armağan the prison guard was hauling shittons of hash and a bit of cocaine on a trolly, an extremely dull and poorly rolled blunt hanging out of his goat shaped mouth. "Alright shitheads, if you've got the scrip this shit's all yours, baby." The crowd gathered around, a sea of prison uniforms surrounded. Koray, a serial petrol station robber and "Tank", his Egyptian friend counted their Lira.
March 3, 2015
When I was around nine, the words of myself, and everyone in my age group I was ever around were "Yeah right!" and "That's impossible!" It was what we enjoyed saying the most. Kids our age thought we knew every goddamn thing there is to know about the world, and we were, and in some cases continue to be crushed upon finding out that unicorns aren't real, we'll most likely never meet Michael Jordan, and we cannot go to the grocery in a podracer. We were smothered by reality and so we pushed reality back toward our peers, in whatever way.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 4, 2015 12:08:36 GMT 1
March 4th, 2015
"Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining James Bond and The Incredible Hulk. The story should use possession by Satan as a plot device!"
Fireballs flew over the small brick wall that provided protection from the possessed girl. Two men were hiding behind it. One who wore a tuxedo, somewhat stained by the smoke, and scientist of sort. “It seems this situation goes above both our heads, Dr Banner.” The tuxedo man replied in a Scottish accent. “I think you should have better taste in women, Mr Bond.” Banner replied.
The brick wall flashed brightly before it began to melt, both men scrambled away just in time as the possessed girl, with horns and wings that had sprouted, floated toward them. “Dr Banner…” Bond aimed his pistol at the girl.” Now would be a good time to get angry.” “That is my secret, James…” Banner's eyes flashed green.” I am ALWAYS angry!”
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 4, 2015 13:38:12 GMT 1
March 3, 2015
“That’ll be the day. Aria T’loak, Queen of Omega: a damsel in distress.” Ian answers with a chuckle. Sobering, he continues. “I won’t deny I’ve been checking you out. You’re a beautiful woman. A powerful, beautiful woman. Quite dangerous in more than the ‘you can kill me with a gesture’ point of view.”
“Indeed,” Aria answers, apparently amused. “You seem to like playing with fire.”
“I wouldn’t be a very good bounty hunter otherwise,” Ian replies. “Besides, damsels in distress annoy me. They can’t think for themselves and need their protector with them all the time. It’s too much bullshit.”
March 4, 2015
“I see,” Aria says, sitting back and looking closely at Ian. “So protecting someone deadlier than you gets you going?”
“I won’t say I have few weaknesses. That’d be bullshit. But of the weaknesses I have, the one that always gets me is a strong woman,” Ian answers, looking Aria in the eye. “And before you say it, it’s not your position as Queen of Omega, nor your fighting ability, nor your appearance that attracts me the most. It’s more than that.”
“You going to profess your love to me now, chivalrous white knight?” Aria asks, sounding bored and annoyed.
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