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originally posted in:The Black Garden
Edited by Aleroth Aloki: 7/15/2013 2:13:33 PM
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Spread your wings. (Fan Fiction Contest)

Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us writers to take center stage for a time. The Black Garden as well as our friends over in Arts and Stuff are going to host a contest that is solely devoted to writers. The rules are simple. For any who wish to enter, you are tasked with writing a short little anecdote that is to have a maximum of 300 words. The location for this piece of work is to be located in the picture provided above. The deadline for entering is this Sunday(14th) at midnight. For any who wish to enter, please submit your stories by placing them in the comments. Judging will be done in two phases. The first phase will consist of a Panel of both groups reading over each story and deciding which seven are the best of the best. Once the first stage is complete, we shall hand it over to you, the audience, to decide who is ranked number one as lore master. The Winner of this contest shall receive a print of the Buried City signed by the Destiny writing team. Good luck and Be Brave.

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  • [u][b]Standoff[/b][/u] We stood in the city’s corpse, weapons raised and senses on edge. There were three of us: each come like vultures for our own morsel of ancient carrion, each determined to walk out of the rust-filled boneyard with a prize. I studied the Warlock in my scope. Lanky and cowled, they held a pair of pistols on me and the newcomer, a thick-shelled brute who brought to mind stories about the Titans, those who held the walls long past when most would have fallen and been forgotten. Their ordinance was real enough; a ballistic wolfshead was pointed at the steel ledge I hung from, enough of a payload to wipe out both me and the Warlock below. “So how’s this going down?” the Warlock asked, her singsong voice revealing much. The words [i]woman[/i] and [i]Awoken[/i] fluttered through my mind, attaching themselves to her image next to [i]sharp-eyed[/i] and [i]quick[/i]. “Looks like that depends on you,” the Titan responded. Gruff, with a telltale mechanical resonance. [i]Exo[/i], [i]brute[/i], and [i]cautious[/i] filled in his blanks. I twisted slightly to adjust my rifle’s aim as the Warlock shook her head, then holstered her weapons. “Then I suggest we stop acting like targets for the Fallen and start acting like the Guardians we are,” she replied, crossly. [i]Diplomat. Temper. Leader.[/i] The Exo tilted his rocket launcher up. “How about you, Hunter?” he shouted, “Do you still stand for the City?” [i]Patriot. Paranoid. Loyal.[/i] I lifted the rifle and spread my hands, undoing my harness clasps. The leather webbing snapped loose, and I tumbled in freefall down to their level. I landed on my feet this time. “Aye,” I said, powering down the rifle’s scope. “Now let’s talk about that signal which drew us all here in a right damn hurry.”

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