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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 Reply[quote]I was sat there, immobile and struggling to reroute what little power I had left to my transmitter. I thought of the many stories of brave journeys across endless deserts, and great merchant ships stranded on lost islands. Maybe it was my memory banks short-circuiting, or maybe it was the undying hatred for the billions of coarse grains of sand lodged in every aperture on my body. Either way, sand was all I could think about. Two days prior, I had been responding to a distress beacon from the Buried City. It turned out to be a trap laid by a small pack of Cabal scouts, clearly pining for a promotion from lookout duty. A lucky shot from one of their rifles had pierced my power cells, and I lost all motion in my left leg. I took them all out swiftly, before pulling myself into cover from the sandstorm I could see brewing in the distance. As I slumped into a corner against a wall, the ceiling above gave way, burying my body beneath sand and rubble. I tried to move my working leg and arms, but the sand flowed into the joints like water, jamming them into position. I was stuck. The only thing I could do was activate my own distress beacon, and wait... I could tell I only had a few hours of power left at this point, and assumed I was doomed to become one with the ruins of the city. I considered simply shutting down and giving up, as the sandstorm raged on. But then, over the howling winds, I heard a familiar voice. "Over there!" it called. I watched as a hooded figure materialised from the darkness of the storm. If only we Exos could smile; this would have been the perfect time.[/quote]
