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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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1 ReplyAs the lone guardian trudged through the sands of the ancient red planet, he beheld the marvel that had ignited his quest. Before the man stood a necropolis, the remains of a grand city constructed in technological splendor. The spires of archaic buildings glimmered in the light of the distant sun. Intrigued, the human strode towards an exposed aperture, treading confidently over Martian fauna. Upon entry, the guardian felt a flurry of images enter his mind, echoes of the events that lead to the city's downfall. Screams pierced the warlock's ears as he stepped closer to a charred bed frame. Succumbing to the antediluvian shrieks, he kneeled down on the ground, clasping his sweating temples. As the wails subsided, he noticed a slight sparkle in the ash around the bed frame. Upon investigation, he found a bronze key with an inscription engraved on the side in an alien tongue. Paying it no heed, the guardian began to look for a keyhole nearby. On a slight bulge in the wall, he found the fissure that he sought. Without remorse, the man twisted the key, expectant of rewards. A basement of sorts was now open to him. The guardian walked down, activating his Ghost for illumination. What he found was far more macabre than he could have possibly imagined. Bones of human infantry lined the walls, positioned in such a way as to indicate physical detention. All valuable possessions had been stripped from them. A feeling of dread entered into the warlock's thoughts as he contemplated what had happened here. Uneasy, the guardian exited the basement, content to leave empty-handed. The lone guardian trekked out of the building and away from the city. He boarded his ship and headed for Earth, curiosity tickling his imagination. This adventure called for a fire team.
