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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 ReplyEdited by SaviorsBlood: 7/14/2013 6:56:01 AMWhen the Titan arrived at the LZ, an old decrepit ghost town awaited him, half buried by rust-colored sand. Strong winds screamed and swirled around the bulky Guardian. Visibility was low due to the billowing clouds of sand caught up in the violent howling winds. The Titan ventured deep into the dilapidated ancient remains of humanity's former glory. Suddenly a blast ripped through the thick, red veil of dust, narrowly missing the Titan. He instinctively shouldered his LMG. The shrieks of dregs and vandals drew closer. When the pack emerged, they rushed after the Titan chaotically. The Guardian opened fire with merciless intent, shredding the Fallen group's integrity. Subsequently, a fearsome roar thundered; its echoes ricocheting off of the age-worn walls of the Buried City. An unusually large captain boldly and proudly strode out into the street ahead. With a grunt of disgust, the captain barked orders to his retreating subordinates. The Titan paced himself, pressing forward, dispatching the helpless Fallen soldiers. The captain charged after the Titan with furious determination. Without breaking stride, the Guardian fearlessly continued toward the imminent clash with the Fallen behemoth. The Titan hosed the incoming foe's center mass until his ammunition ran dry. Yet the captain defiantly refused to accept defeat and ferociously swung his swords at the Guardian. Effectively parrying and evading the blades, the Titan swung his rifle like a club, striking the alien commander with the stock. Immediately, he tackled the massive and dazed captain. Now with the advantage, the Guardian loosed a brutal, ruthless tempest of heavy punches and when the barrage subsided, he unleashed his devastating fists of havoc on the wounded opponent's face, utterly destroying the captain's head. The Titan slowly rose, reflecting on his commission. This was war. This was survival. The conflict humanity faced had no place for glory or honor. The selfless warrior vowed that he would shield the remnants of humanity, just like the Last City's Wall has for ages. As the Titan wrenched the twisted metal from his gauntlets, he understood his duty and his destiny...
