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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 18, 2015 22:43:50 GMT 1
March 18th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Mary Poppins and Fight Club!. The story should use at the horse tracks!
I was working at the horse tracks when I came across the strangest sight. A blonde man in carefree of attire, leaning on the white fence, and a woman dressed as a English nanny who held up a parrot parasol. I saw them conversing for hours and hours. They werent arguing or anything, just talking. During my break, i eavesdropped. "You're not your job, lady." the blonde man said." You're the all singing and dancing crap of the world." "In every job that must be done, there is an element of fun." she replied. The blonde smirked. "Without sacrifice, we would have nothing." To which she smiled. "You understand the merrits of hard work, there might be hope yet, young man." "We'll see."
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 19, 2015 14:02:49 GMT 1
March 19th (and 20th), 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Hamlet and Twelfth Night!. The story should use the zombie apocalypse as a plot element!
The creature moaned before the sword of the king of Denmark severed it's head from it's shoulders. "Something is rotten in the state of Denmark, indeed." King Hamlet grunted ere he turned to his guest."Are you well, Sir Sebastien?" "I am not weary, and 'tis long to night oh King Hamlet." Sebastien spoke." Let it be known that Illyria stands with Denmark against this malady!" Sebastien's jester took a breather from the killing work."Pray tell majesty, why do the dead in your lands not remain so?" Hamlet scowled." In England I was visited by three witches, who once advised a ill fated king. They claimed death would come to Denmark if i were to slay my traitorious uncle. I thought they meant Fortinbras would seek my ruin...clearly their prophecy was meant literal." The castle doors burst open as more of the undead poured through.. Hamlet aimed his bloodied blade. " Look, there be Fortinbras. The man who ate most of my beloved wife Ophellia's family yet their hunger has not been lessened." Sebastien stood with Hamlet." Then we will let them dine with steel." Feste sang as the three charged."With hey, ho, the wind and the rain!"
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 19, 2015 14:21:11 GMT 1
Disclaimer: My apologies, this entry is a little over the 100 words, but given the apocalyptic snowstorms we've been having here in Halifax, I felt it was appropriate. The city buses are still suspended until further notice, so the city can get the roads made passable again.
Imagine this sung to the tune of "Let it Go" from Frozen.
March 19, 2015
The snow glows white on the sidewalks tonight Not a footpath to be seen A city of isolation; I can't see any green The people howl with a rage I can't describe We cannot get out, nowhere safe to drive...
When will it end, when will it break? I'd rather if there were only leaves to rake I hate this ice, I hate this snow... This really blows...
Stop the snow, stop the snow Can't take this shit anymore... Stop the snow, stop the snow I just want to see out my door... No more ice, and no more snow... I wish it all would go... The snow always bothers me nowadays...
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 20, 2015 23:13:45 GMT 1
March 20, 2015
It was all in fun, really... just to get a laugh. Nobody got hurt... physically, anyway...
Getting the cheese was easy – though the stink was nearly unbearable after being removed from the display case.
Getting it into the pot took a little maneuvering – I had to make sure no one saw me put it in, but really, all it took was wandering past the open pot while no one was looking. No one suspected a thing.
Then came the rats... then the poison... the only thing I felt at all bad about was the sheep, but... after all – Sheogorath commanded it.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 21, 2015 4:48:34 GMT 1
Interlude: March 18 & 19, 2015
Sorry for the lack of updates. Had to crash into a night shift so I've spent most of my time sleeping. So have a song that is tangentially related to my main work for the month. It's basically Ian's song for the events leading up to the scene. 200 words to make up for 2 days of my hiatus.
"I thought a desire worth any pleasure could never really be a sin in vain. One hundred one-shots of opportunity. I’d gladly take them all again and again.
My angel left me with sorrows all my own. Now I’m here with a devil all my own.
Just like a churchyard shadow creeping over me… It’s only there to terrify my mind, the black swan keeps haunting me.
I promised on my soul to not get carried away. It always starts of psychedelic and then It turns to black. My head starts swaying. I forgot, what was it I was saying? I don’t know where I am and I’m never, ever making it back. I’ve sealed my fate and I’ve repaid my debt. I fell from grace with deep regret.
My angel left me with sorrows all my own. And now I’m here with a devil all my own.
Just like a churchyard shadow creeping after me. It’s only there to terrify my mind; the black swan keeps haunting me. Just like a churchyard shadow, there’s nothing left of me. It’s only there to terrify my mind; the black swan keeps haunting me."
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 21, 2015 5:25:43 GMT 1
Sorry for the lack of updates, because I'm feeling under the weather at the moment.
17th March 2015
Rumarin twitched his nose in disgust, “Are you sure this is the place? I mean I was expecting the New Gnisis Cornerclub to be a bit bigger, homely and not to smell like the stables at the very least.”
“Well, those Grey Elves didn’t asked to live in a rundown ghetto, so it’s not their fault. Come on, your first customer is waiting behind those doors,” Firemane remarked.
As he was about to lead Rumarin into the shanty waterhole, he cried out all the sudden. He just remembered something.
“Wait! We need to do something about that pretty face of yours!”
Rumarin didn’t like where this is going. Not one bit.
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18th March 2015
Firemane pulled out a small jar and open it’s contents. The thick liquid was red, brighter than a snowberry and a pungent scent.
“What is that?” Rumarin asked wearily.
Firemane dipped his fingers into the jar, “Warpaint. Since first impression makes it a world of difference, some dash of stoke will make you look… more serious about business. Now, hold still. The last thing that you want everyone to see you is some poor man’s jester talking about forging decrees.”
“I am a jester!” Rumarin protested.
“Ex-Jester, Rue. Now, stop fidgeting like a girl and let’s get this over with.”
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19th March 2015
Rumarin glared at his reflection at the frozen puddle. Two pairs of red line dashes under both of his eyes. Two simple pair of lines.
“Do you seriously think that this makeup will impress my first client?”
“Not makeup. Warpaint. Come on, let’s head inside and stop whining. You look good, okay?” Firemane quickly shoved Rumarin into the pub and the door was shut behind them with a loud thud.
A thud that was loud enough for the customers and the bartender to look up and focus their attention on them.
“Did we accidentally step on their puppy or something?” Rumarin whispered.
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20th March 2015
“Welcome. Have a seat,” the Dunmer bartender gestured at the empty seats.
“Excuse me, do you know anyone who goes by the name of Ardya Caemus?” Firemane asked.
The bartender raised his eyebrow, before pointing at the far corner, where a tall woman was sitting at her table, drinking mead calmly. She was clad in a woolen coarse black robe, with a heavy matching scarf fasten as a makeshift hood.
“I don’t really like the look of her,” Rumarin remarked.
“Do you expect our customers will be friendly comely lad and lasses?”
“No, but I can tell that woman is a high elf.”
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21th March 2015
“Well, just act all scary and it should be fine,” Firemane shrugged it off before approaching their client.
“Caemus?” He asked.
“Well yes. I’ve been expecting you, but not that boy that was tagging along,” Ardya glanced at Rumarin.
“Oh him? He’s my apprentice, don’t worry about it.”
“I see. Well. Please sit, the both of you.”
As they sit down, they ordered some food and as Firemane was ordering a drink…
“With all due respect, but I would prefer you to be sober. I need you listen carefully, because this job is a delicate matter that requires your attention,” Ardya protested.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 21, 2015 11:43:31 GMT 1
March 21st, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Final Fantasy 9 and Dungeons and Dragons. The story should use becoming the president as a plot device!
I'm Vivi Ornitier. Me and my lady friend Eiko recently arrived at Faerûn. I'm a Black Mage, meaning I can set people on fire if they anger me. Thankfully for them I have a long fuse. Unfortunatly for them, I have a good memory. We came to the court of Lord Protector Neverember as jesters but we worked up. We were promoted to Court Conjurers, after "foiling" a magical curse on his life, and then to the inner council. Neverwinter is no Alexandria or Lindblum, it's prosperity in the hands of fools. But I will change that. No more strings.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 22, 2015 2:20:11 GMT 1
March 21, 2015
The moon was shining bright as I knocked once on the farmhouse door before entering. The sultry brunette from the tavern was waiting inside with the other two 'ladies' from her gang.
She smiled when she saw me, obviously expecting that I was there to accept her offer to join them; something in my face must have tipped her off though – some hint of my distaste for her activities must have shown – as her smile faded and her cold eyes hardened.
Here we go... I thought as she and her cronies came at me.
I drew my blade.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 22, 2015 4:49:35 GMT 1
And here's where I catch up to where my word count should be. 300 words in one post.
March 20, 21, 22, 2015
“I could kill you, of course,” she says after a bit of a pause. “After all, you’ve come closer to seeing the true me than any person outside a very select few.”
“Then again, you’re quite capable: an enforcer who uses cunning and intelligence at least as often as strength; a rare combination in this world. You could start your own band of privateers if you chose, but you’re fiercely independent and seek the same thing as I: to live as you choose.”
After another pause, she continues, her voice holding more a more truthful tone than Ian had ever heard from her before. “I often wondered how I could get you to work for me more directly instead of going through Helena; toyed with the idea of manipulating you into being even more in my debt. Yet here you are, pledging yourself to me. It’s not often one like us willingly gives up their freedom so plainly. I may just keep you around; after all, why waste an opportunity to have you belong to me when you drop it in my lap?”
“I won’t be your slave, Aria,” Ian answers directly. “I will never allow myself to be a slave, not even to you.”
“Then it’s fortunate I have no interest in slavery,” she says dryly. “I saw what it is you want,” she continues. “Most who entertain those thoughts are looking to take Omega for themselves with or without me in the picture.”
“You also know that my motives have nothing to do with taking Omega from you,” Ian answers.
“Indeed,” she says, taking a few moments to think and weigh her decision.
Finally she says, “Grab your weapons. We’re going for a ride.”
Inclining his head in acknowledgement, Ian retrieves his gun and knife, replacing them in their respective scabbards while Aria recalls her men and arranges for a shuttle to take them to their destination.
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Post by Mr. Glow on Mar 22, 2015 14:42:12 GMT 1
That's bullshit, man. Those ain't the rules. Maybe I'll swoop in and win this thing with a 3,100 word story.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 22, 2015 15:51:14 GMT 1
22th March 2015
“Oh. One of those jobs. Well then, do tell,” Firemane remarked at the Caemus’ stern expression.
A few appetizers later, they were briefed through a task that involves them forging a elven longsword. Sounds almost simple. Almost.
“Wait, you want me to engraved the sword with some fancy Altmeri enchanted writing?” Firemane asked.
“Yes, exactly as it says in this note,” Caemus pointed at the paper.
“That requires more than just shaping the damn thing with a hammer.”
“Can you do it or not?”
“Of course I can, but that requires more effort, so that’s going to cost extra girl.”
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23th March 2015
Caemus toss a coin purse onto the table, “This should cover it.”
Firemane counted it, before stashing into his pocket, “That’s barely over half of the payment.”
“You did mention that I’m allowed to only pay in half in advance. You get the rest when the sword is done.”
Firemane grumbled, “Alright, girl. Have it your way, We’ll get the sword done.”
“Don’t worry. The payment will go through as long the sword is done and it looks like an exact copy of the original. Besides, you have your apprentice. He seems adequately skilled in magic,” Caemus looked over at Rumarin, who was glaring at her, trying to look tough as possible.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 22, 2015 19:04:47 GMT 1
March 22nd, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Frozen and World of Warcraft. The story should use Mount Everest as a plot device!
Normal men would feeze to death on Mount Everest, but not The Ice Queen of Arendelle and the Princess of Kul Turas. "What can we expect from the Adversary?" Jaina motioned to the portal. "Bigby Wolf said we can expect hordes of angry goblins along with warlocks, dragons,necromancers and wooden soldiers." Elsa replied. The blonde mage smirked." Sounds like any other tuesday to me, then." Elsa swung her arm as ice spikes appeared in front of the enemy portal and the temperature began to plummit. Jaina raised her hand as a water elemental was summoned to aid his mistress.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 23, 2015 2:04:53 GMT 1
March 22, 2015
Damn, what a bad movie. I mean, it's such a cliché concept, really – and in the course of a few hours, I find two different movies – by the same group – but with the same concept, can they really be considered different movies?
And how overdone is the same old “Apocalyptic Snowstorm in a normally-non-snowy region” chestnut?
Summertime in Paris, loads of seismic activity – leading to massive amounts of snow and ice destroying Europe.
Good lord almighty.
Watching this movie – seeing all the snow – all I could think was: “Did they film this in Halifax?”
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 23, 2015 16:00:47 GMT 1
24th March 2015
“You see, it works!” Firemane yelped in excitement, while he and Rumarin were walking out of the Grey Quarters. Something about the simple line dashes helps with the intimidation from other people, while sulking around in a hood like someone had kicked their poor puppy.
Actually someone did something really offensive to Rumarin, thus no need for him pull out the old actor’s hat. It’s not the puppy punting though, it’s someone putting a boot to his fragile ego up the backside. In this case, his high elven inadequacy with magic.
“Anyway, this sword… Well, at least there’s enough coin to get a filled Grand Soul Gem and those other fancy pants reagents but…” Firemane trailed off.
“What?” Rumarin asked, knowing the next sentence is going to be painful.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 23, 2015 22:43:23 GMT 1
March 23th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Street Fighter and Star Trek!. The story should use the future as a plot element!
Ken Masters leaped to another floating platform where a mutant waited for him. "Hadoken!" he threw a blue flame at the creature which burst into flames. His bionics seized after that and he buckled down. "Damnit..." he groaned in pain. Several flying creatures flew to him, murder in their eyes. Funny, he thought it would've been Bison or Sagat that would be his end. "Eliza, Ryu....i'm coming home." he closed his eyes and waited for death. A phaser sound was heard. When he opened his eyes he saw his jetpack partner land. "Mr Spock!" "Stand up Dr Masters, to die here would be illogical."
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