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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 25, 2015 11:14:23 GMT 1
March 24th (and 25th) 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Game of Thrones and Thomas the Tank engine. The story should use some sort of meta-commentary about how terrible this idea as a plot device!
The continent of Westeros is a large and busy places. There are forests, rivers, deserts, mountains and so many other things. There is also a very large railway line called the Royal Railway connecting the various cities such as King's Landing, Casterly Rock, Sunspear, Winterfell and so on. Say, who is that puffing down the railway track? It's Thomas!
Thomas: Hello everyone, welcome to Westeros!
Thomas is a cheery but very busy engine. He huffs and he puffs along the railway lines and whistles when he sees another train or many of the orphaned children along the way. The war of the five kings has just passed and threw the entire continent into chaos. "I dont like wars." Thomas thought softly as he passed the corpse filled Blackwater Bay." The railways get damaged and I cant see my friends up North." Thomas stopped at King's Landing station where the fat controller was waiting. "Thomas!" the man said as the city burned behind him." Queen Daenerys Targaryen and that kinslayer Tyrion Lannister have returned with a army of slave soldiers and dragons. King Tommen has ordered you to ride into them with a cargo of wildfire!" "What a pile of wank." Thomas sighed.
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Post by Tillian Panthesis on Mar 26, 2015 12:04:32 GMT 1
25th March 2015
“I need one of those special lock enchantments, that you toad skin folks use.” Firemane replied.
Rumarin retorted, “But how do we get that enchantment? You know that not many Altmers would want to step on this gods forsaken ice rock, out of fear of ruining their fancy shoes.”
“True, there’s not many of you sour bananas here, but I do know this one fellow…”
“I guess he’s not your friend.”
“Nope, never said that I’m his best friend. But, I do know he has an enchanted chest, filled with all sorts of goods secured in them. I don’t know what it is, but it sounds very important.”
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26th March 2015
“Let me guess, you want me to steal the chest and the contents?” Rumarin asked, suspecting that he was right.
Except, Rumarin was only half right.
“Just the chest, leave rest alone.” Firemane answered,
“What? Just the chest, not the treasure? Why?”
“Because if we do that, the Thieves Guild will hound us down for not sharing our little slice of pie with them. Beside the target in the question is a Thalmor Justicar rat. I hope you can see why I don’t want to snatch his ‘spoils of war’.”
Rumarin gave Firemane a disgusted look, “You called him a rat? That’s so wrong.”
“Why? You think is wrong to call those shriveled topaz balls that?” Firemare glared.
“No. I think it’s wrong because calling him a rat is an insult to actual rats.”
There was brief moment of pause, before Firemare laughed heartily and slapped Rumarin’s back hard. Then they both went to Candleheath Hall for a drink.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 27, 2015 11:51:32 GMT 1
March 26th (and 27th), 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Twilight and Kill Bill. The story should use a abondend amusement park as a plot device!
Rain came down in buckets when Chief Charlie Swan made his way to the crime scene.He always hated the amusement park, even back when it was open. He hated clowns and the rides, he had plenty of excitment already on the job. He held his hat as he quickly ran to the white tent where the others were already present. "It's raining cats and dogs out there." Charlie said. Billy Black coughed at that remark which made Charlie scrape his throat in embarresment." What do we have, Doc Cuellen?" "A dead vampire." Carlisle replied. Chief Sawn nearly fell over.
"A DEAD vampire?" Charlie asked." I thought your kind were very hard to kill?" The chief looked upon the corpse of the dead vampire. "My kind are." Carlisle replied." But this type of vampire does not venture this far north." "Mexican." Billy Black explained." Cursed by Aztec magic." Charlie rooted through the dead vampire's pocket and took out a match book. The Titty Twister was advertised on it. "Cause of death?" Carlisle pointed to the chest." I believe our killer hit five pressure points around the heart with her fingertips, which caused it to explode." "Your thoughts?" Carlisle sighed. "Gang-war."
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 27, 2015 14:19:45 GMT 1
March 23, 2015
The ride passes in silence, both Aria and Ian having nothing to say as their pilot takes a weaving, indirect path to their destination. After five minutes, something catches Ian’s eye as he looks out the back window of the shuttle. “Are we expecting an escort?” he asks, suspecting the answer.
“I see him too. Probably just a spy,” Aria answers. To the pilot she says “Lose them.”
Ian starts to feel uneasy as his gut tells him their follower isn’t just there to watch them. Moments later, the shuttle shudders violently to the sound of several explosions. “Goddamn it!”
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 27, 2015 14:33:32 GMT 1
March 24, 2015
Ian and Aria brace themselves as the pilot tries to keep the crippled shuttle in the air. A sniper’s bullet puts an end to the pilot’s efforts and the vehicle crashes in an alley. The two passengers bail out of the burning vehicle and immediately take cover as a band of mercenaries descends on the crash site.
Popping out of cover with his pistol in hand, Ian opens fire on the advancing mercs. Despite his weapon being centuries out of date, the initial wave of attackers falls to his shots. “Fuckin’ cannon fodder,” he mutters as Aria joins the fun.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 27, 2015 15:48:12 GMT 1
March 25, 2015
Her body shimmering with the blue aura of her biotics, Aria tears into the attackers, flinging singularities and using her warp ability to literally tear the mercs apart. Unfortunately, the mercs have reinforcements: two squads of LOKI mechs backed by an YMIR heavy mech. The resulting heavy barrage of gunfire forces Aria and Ian to hunker down behind their cover, but the sheer amount of incoming fire starts breaking down the crates they’re hiding behind.
Gotta go on the attack, Ian thinks, managing to grab a dead merc’s rifle from where it lay on the ground. “Aria! Gimme some cover!”
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 27, 2015 16:15:30 GMT 1
And to get a day ahead in my word count.
March 26-28, 2015
At Ian’s words, Aria sends out a biotic pulse that violently hurls the LOKI mechs into the air, causing most of them to explode when they crash into the walls and each other. Immediately, Ian makes his assault. Charging out of cover with his newly-acquired rifle at the ready, he dodges the incoming bullets and fires on the remaining LOKIs in short bursts. Staying on the move, Ian uses his Omni-tool to disable the YMIR’s weapon systems before opening fire once again, aiming for the YMIR’s head. The barrage does considerable damage before the rifle overheats.
Lowering his rifle to the side while it cools down, Ian draws his pistol one-handed and opens fire. His shots find their mark, smashing against the mech’s badly-damaged head but they don’t completely penetrate the armor. Seeing his tech attack is starting to wear off, Ian goes for broke, dropping his pistol and charging at the mech head-on. A quick glance at his rifle shows that the heat sinks haven’t cooled yet so he brings the rifle up and smashes the buttstock as hard as he can into the mech’s heavily damaged faceplate, causing it to crack open and reveal the circuity within.
The rifle lets out a small beep, indicating the heat sinks have cooled enough to allow the gun to fire. “Fuck you,” he snarls as he brings the rifle up and fires point-blank into the mech’s head, finally disabling it. Almost immediately, the mech starts beeping loudly as Ian feels himself being suddenly thrown back from the mech just before it explodes, taking out the remaining mercs nearby.
“Do you have a fucking death wish?!” Aria demands, having used her biotics to literally pull Ian’s ass out of the fire.
“It worked, didn’t it?” Ian answers, breathing heavily from the exertion.
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 28, 2015 13:09:41 GMT 1
Sorry I'm a few days behind in this; it's been a harrowing week - I've been so tired when I get home from work every night that I've been falling asleep on the couch right after dinner most nights.
Here's the last six days worth of my Oblivion Story. Continuing on where I left Arya at Weynon Priory. These entries are written in a slightly different style than the previous entries from the same story - these new ones are Arya's summarized memories of her adventures in the early stages of the Oblivion Crisis.
I will be re-writing these posts later for the purpose of fitting them more seamlessly into the novel-length story I am writing, which I may be posting elsewhere on the forum at a later time with more elaboration and hopefully better storytelling.
And now - on with the show!
March 23, 2015
The priest directed me to go to the upstairs Library in the Priory, Jauffre would be up there.
Jauffre was not what I had expected... he was an older man, dressed in monk's robes, but in his eyes I could see strength and power.
When I showed him the amulet and explained how I'd come by it, his reaction startled me. I'd not expected to be sent on another mission, but it seems I must go to Kvatch to recover a man named Martin. Apparently Martin is the last hope of the Empire, with the Emperor and his sons dead.
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March 24, 2015
Two days passed as I rode for Kvatch, my mind spinning with the information Jauffre had given me before I left Wynon Priory.
So it turns out that the Emperor had an illegitimate child, one that no one ever knew about – except Jauffre, who had given the child to be adopted by a farmer near Kvatch. The boy grew up never knowing he was of royal blood. Septim blood, to be precise – and that makes all the difference. His living will protect the world, and so the assassins who killed his father and half-brothers will want to take him out.
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March 25, 2015
Well, I've arrived at Kvatch, but the road leading up to the city is now lined with tents and refugees from the city – since Kvatch itself has been attacked. By what, I don't yet know... but I suppose if I want to find Martin, I'll have to go up to the destroyed city.
Martin was not among the people at the camp, so I went up to the city gates and there it was – an enormous stony archway rising out of the ground a few meters in front of the actual city gates. The archway held a shimmery red... window (for lack of a better word) that looked like it was showing the way into Oblivion itself.
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March 26, 2015
According to the guard at the barricades, this stone archway is a gate into Oblivon – and I need to find a way to close it before more daedra come out.
It was rather disconcerting, passing through the barrier, it was already hot on the Kvatch side of the gate – but this – this is intense, an inferno; the skies are blood-red and there are lakes of lava on both sides of a narrow pathway. There is tower at the top of the cliff – and this is where I begin to remember the nightmare I'd had only a few nights ago.
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March 27, 2015
I found the bodies of two guards from Kvatch, just on the edge of the pathway, and I saw another guard – amazingly still alive and fighting – a little way down the path.
The guard introduced himself as Ilend Vonius and told me that the other guards he'd been with were all dead – except for one who had been taken in the direction of the tower on the cliff.
Ilend asked me to go with him to rescue Menien, but he was fading fast. I could tell he would not make it to the tower. I told him to go back to the barricades outside Kvatch to recover, and I continued on my way.
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March 28, 2015
The trip to the tower was harrowing – so many daedra on the way, it still amazes me that I didn't die. I found Menien – he was in a cage hanging over a chasm in the center of the tower – there was a Dremora in the same room and after an intense fight which I nearly lost, I was able to get a key from the body of the Dremora. Menien told me the key would open the way to the Sigil Tower – which is where the power source for the Portal to Kvatch was.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 28, 2015 16:00:00 GMT 1
March 28th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Pippi Longstocking and Pirates of the Carribean. The story should use good characters becoming evil as a plot device!
Jack Sparrow ran as fast as he could, his hands in the air. He had to dodge and jump away from the treasure chests and barrels that were thrown at him. "Oh, bugger, oh bugger!" Sparrow whined. "I'm Pippi Longstocking, from a hey and ho and a hupsasa!" the little girl cackeld as she effortlessly picked up a cannon and lopped it at Captain Jack. He jumped to another ship in the ship graveyard where Gibbs helped him up. "Gibbs, who..." Jack slurred. "Pippi Longstocking, Captain. Strongest girl in the world." "No..." Jack pulled Gibbs closer." Who drank the rum?!"
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 29, 2015 14:14:35 GMT 1
March 29th, 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Friday the 13th and Greek Mythology. The story should use Christmas as a plot device!
Jason and his Argonauts had fought many enemies in their travels. From mortal men to gods to monsters, but this foe was the strangest yet. His opponent was a large man who wore a coat and a white mask that covered his face. "Back, spawn of Hades!" Jason duelled the monster some more. He looked to his Argonauts. Hercules was wrestling a large metal skeleton, Perseus a black serpentine creature and Medea a man with a claw. The masked man raised his sword but fell down as a red-white spear embedded his chest. "HO HO HO, motherfucker!" Santa Clause cried!
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 29, 2015 18:15:33 GMT 1
March 29, 2015
I was unable to rescue Menien. That still hurts. I tried to get him out of the cage he'd been held in, but there was no key, and I could not bend or break or in any way alter the bars. He took it with amazing calm, he told me to go on, that closing the gate and saving Kvatch was more important than getting one man out of a cage. I could see the pragmatism there, but it didn't make it hurt any less.
He asked me if I had a spare dagger. I knew what he wanted it for. I passed it to him through the bars of the cage.
I hated leaving him there.
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Post by CAPT Issac R. Madden on Mar 29, 2015 19:28:37 GMT 1
March 29, 2015
Aria and Ian finally reach their destination: a non-descript warehouse on the other side of Omega from Afterlife that serves as Aria’s emergency shelter. Taking him into a back area that is heavily fortified with turrets, Aria opens the door to reveal a set of sleeping quarters.
“Consider yourself privileged, Ian,” Aria begins, leading him into the quarters and locking the door behind them. “Very few even see this place, yet alone enter it.”
Giving him a hard look, she continues. “That was reckless of you back there, attacking a mech head-on like that. What in hell were you thinking?”
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Post by Cali on Mar 30, 2015 0:15:55 GMT 1
Trying to catch up juuuust a tad here. This time, the Force is with ol' uncle Cali. You'll see what I mean.
March 15, 2015
("Hello, Prince Paul here. Producer of this batch. Do you like Star Wars? Actually I wasn't asking. Everyone likes Star Wars. I'm going to assume, which is why the next several few are going to be about them. So don't complain. Here's some Star Wars stuff." He said, while flipping open a newspaper.)
The bearded, cloaked rebel alliance lieutenant-commander patrolled, or more correctly nervously paced in front of the auditorium style briefing room inside the carrier.
"All present sir!" He heard among the usual chatter among rebel pilots."
The senior officer cleared his throat, moving forward to the podium.
March 16, 2015
The briefing officer pointed to a map of the sub sector space. "Alright, Azure squadron." He nodded to Strekus, a Sullustan pilot leading the group. "We've intercepted a tip from a confidential source that the Imperial Navy is going to assault one of our refueling stations near the Rimma trade route. We need to intercept the battle group approaching, and neutralize any Imperial forces we find. Dagger squadron, lead by captain Brekosy will provide support.
The privateer Brekosy in question sat up and made a two-finger salute to those present. "What a nerf wanker." Ensign Sperko remarked, arms crossed.
March 17, 2015
"Azure Leader here, all wings report in." Strekus commanded.
"Azure two standing by." Captain Wilcomm spoke in his usual squeaky voice.
"Azure three standing by!" The chiss spoke in a completely different language.
"Azure four standing by." The four foot human woman in a B-Wing spoke, her voice mockingly overly deep and false.
Strekus sighed. "Okay... I-"
"Azure seven standing byyyyyyy!" Azure seven said, his voice all opera-like.
"Azure ten standing by." The Bothan spoke in pig latin.
"Azure five standing by! I'm a whiny Jediiiii! Wahh!"
"Hey!" Strekus yelled. "Don't EVER make fun of Rogue Squadron, dammit!"
March 18, 2015
The incredibly fancy music played in the quarters of the Imperial class star destroyer, as the incredibly fancy boots of the incredibly fancy Imperial colonel approached the incredibly fancy dinner of the incredibly fancy fleet captain.
"Captain Vendrew." The colonel spoke, tapping his foot to the incredibly fancy floor. "We approach the refueling station as ordered, and it doesn't appear the rebels are willing to retaliate."
"The Republic as they are called now." Vendrew replied, annoyed. "Don't look at me like that. They destroyed BOTH death stars, killed our emperor and Vader. Hate to admit it, now they gotta name."
March 19, 2015
Two TIE fighter pilots were among the many running a recon screen for Captain Vendrew's star destroyer.
"Hey, Epsilon three. Did you hear? Palpatine died a couple of days ago. And the second death star blew up around a place called Endor." Epsilon five chuckled.
"What a shame." They both laughed.
"Yeah..." Epsilon leader quietly spoke. "Ysanne Isard is taking control pretty soon, rumor has it. You didn't hear it from me, but Palpatine was a huge arse."
A crescendo of laughter erupted among the squadron in flight.
"Wait." Epsilon three piped. "What if his disembodied spirit can hear us?!"
March 20, 2015
The Rebel battle group came out of hyperspace just to the starboard of the Imperial star destroyer. "Lock S-Foils in attack position. Remember, B-Wings in wedge formation, X-Wings in claw shapes. Flank speed everybody!"
Aboard the bridge of Fleet Captain Vendrew's star destroyer, oaths of bridge officers scattered and laid claim to their battle stations almost instinctively. The aforementioned captain strode into the deck, standing just beside the helmsman before he attempted to communicate with his executive officer.
"Damn. Fourteen fighters and one escort carrier, eh? Don't even think this is a mismatched battle, commander. It's not."
March 21, 2015
The dogfight raged on beside Vendrew's flagship's starboard, casualties were rather low, even after eight standard minutes of space combat.
"Yo, Azure Leader! This is Azure 5. I think the bucketheads found our comm channel!"
TIE fighter pilot Epsilon 3 continued his taunting as he tailed Azure leader, firing green rays of death from the L-s1 model lasers cannons under the fuselage. "YEAHH! Howdya like that, rebel scum! Your mother was a Ithorian courtesan you arsemuncher! Woooo!"
"I've got a really annoying punk on my tail. Need an assist." Azure leader requested, attempting to gain enough distance to U-Turn.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 30, 2015 10:22:47 GMT 1
March 30th and 31st 2015
Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Iron Man and Fables. The story should use Ultimate Showdown and of Ultimate Destinyas a plot device!
[Hey Top Gun, get this guy off me!] "Rodger, Tin Man." Maverick replied and flew after the Tie Fighter that tailed Iron Man. The F-14's system tracked the Tie and quickly turned into a fiery ball when his missile hit. [Thanks, you were always my favourite movie.] Iron Man saluted the handsome pilot.
A roar sounded behind them as a large dragon burst through a high rise buiilding. "Holy shit, what the hell is that?!" Maverick asked. "That's Smaug." Snow White on the radio said." He has a weak spot on his chest. Iron Man, lead him to my husband."
[On it. Let's punch it to the Highway to the Danger Zone, Maverick.] "You can be my wingman." Maverick smirked and dived his plane with Iron Man as the dragon followed. Up ahead, Xena defended Bigby Wolf as he got into position. "Tony, on my mark break left and aim for the weak spot." [Gotcha.] As they got closer Bigby turned into the Big Bad Wolf and blew a mighty gust at them. "Mark!"
Maverick and Tony broke left as the gust hit Smaug. [Hold on!] Tony fired a missile at the weak spot as Smaug crashed. He landed near the wolf. "Good job, Bigby. I always rooted for you in the stories." "Thanks." "Who makes their house out of wood anyway?"
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Post by Lily Ariel Linders on Mar 30, 2015 23:57:41 GMT 1
March 30, 2015
After leaving Menien with the dagger, I followed the path through the other tower and the bridges that led to the topmost room in the main tower. There was a round glowing stone hanging suspended over an altar; this must be the power source for the great Gate.
I was able to get to the altar with little trouble, there were only a few guards here and it was surprisingly easy to knock them off the bridge and down the chasm to the bottom of the tower.
I grabbed the stone; I heard an unearthly rumble and saw a blinding flash of light as the tower began to crumble and the world around me faded to black.
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