{{
`${userDetail.user.displayName}${userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode ? `#${standardizeBungieGlobalCode(userDetail.user.cachedBungieGlobalDisplayNameCode)}` : ""}`}}
{{getUserClans()}}
originally posted in:The Black Garden
View Entire Topic
Edited by Aleroth Aloki:
7/15/2013 2:13:33 PM
268
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.
-
Our hunger, divides us. Our hunger, it DRIVES us. We are alive, but you want to kill us. Why? YOU made us. You MADE us, I tell you. Your home is our home too! You drove us away. I don’t think you remember, or why would you do this? We are scared, so we kill each other. We are scared, so we kill YOU. Why can’t you see? This is OUR world too. Have you forgotten your pets? The dogs and cats you played with? You changed them, tried to make them better. Are we that alien to you? You always had to change things. Well here we are, your changes, yet you hate us. Why did you do it, if you didn’t want what we’ve become? It’s not our fault, it is NOT our fault. We’re sorry that we aren’t what you wanted, but we can’t change what we are. Yes, we kill and destroy, but that is only because we can do nothing else. How can we survive if we do not kill? We simply want to live. If there’s a different way, show us, please. We want to please you. You’re our owners, you WERE our friends. That place, that vile PLACE. You made us there. And from the monsters I see you sending out from it every day, I can only assume you never stopped. We were your trash, and you threw us out. But mistakes didn’t make you stop, no. You kept going, now making things to kill even us. Which seems sad. They feel like brothers, our friends. But they don’t know who we are, or what we are. They kill because they are told to, we kill to survive them. We’re sorry, so sorry. But that doesn’t mean we’ll just give up.
