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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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  • Kurandal's Ghost floated next to him, pulsing with concern. "Sir, I can provide a distraction for you, and give you a 56.71421% chance of escape from the scout." "And have your death on my conscience too? Friq that!" Kurandal exclaimed. He checked the remaining ammo for his assault rifle, [i]Protect Your Friends[/i]. Two clips left... He glanced over the dune at the pacing Cabal that stood between him and the entrance to the city, a desperate plan forming in his head. "G, how’d you like to be bait?" Kurandal skulked along the dunes, approaching the edge of the Buried City. He silently climbed atop high dune, using the sand as a ramp. As the lumbering scout appeared directly below him, Kurandal sprang into the air. "Now, G!" He hissed quietly. Flying over the scout, G released a blinding light just behind the rhino-like alien. At the same instant, Kurandal unleashed a Nova Bomb behind his foe, spraying sand and stone across the alien's back. The Cabal roared with rage, and turned with surprising swiftness, planting his giant shield with a sand-muffled thump as he took aim at G. Kurandal unleashed a full clip from his rifle into the scout's back, ripping through soft, unprotected hide and organs. The Cabal stiffened for a moment, a quizzical grunt leaking from his masked head. The alien slumped to the ground, his blood watering the parched Martian soil. Realizing he'd been holding his breath, Kurandal exhaled a loud profanity. "G, you alright?" "Yes, sir. The scout was not used to aiming at small targets, it appears." “Good.” the warlock replied as he looted the massive alien’s corpse. “Let’s get inside, ASAP! By the Traveler, I hope we run into another fire team soon!” "Very good, sir. It’s always nice to make new friends."

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