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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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2 Replies“Find the M.I.A Vanguard, bring them [b]home.[/b]” The mission brief rang in my ears. [i]I will find you, big brother. It’s my turn to help you.[/i] Our ships screamed past us after we landed on martian soil. I was accompanied by my invaluably logical Huntress, Sheila, and the silver tongued Titan, Church. “We’re in the red zone.” Sheila announced. “Somewhere from here on out, your brother and his men were- “ She paused for a moment, careful in her next words, “...reported missing. It’s safe to assume we may encounter what they did.” “A bunch of fat ass Cabal?” snickered Church. “Most likely.” I grunt. [i]They may be the size of large bears, but I am a wolf with sharp teeth. And a wolf does not leave his brethren to rot. [/i] A rumbling covered the ground as it shifted like an earthquake. “Legionnaires!” Yelled Sheila. They were rising out of the ground around us. [i]It’s a trap, and we’re dead in the center.[/i] “Light ‘em up!” Church screamed as his Thunderlord roared bullets onto the rising cabal. We burned through our clips like fire on paper. It was no use. A Legionnaire caught my back, and I fell to the ground. Gazing up at my doom, I saw a longshot rock the back of his skull. [i]Reinforcements? The Vanguard?[/i] Guardians came swooping in on pikes, thinning out the last of the cabal. We were saved. But I couldn’t pick out my brother from the other Guardians. Infact, [i]None of them are Vanguard.[/i] The tallest of them, who I assume to be the leader, pointed a hand cannon directly to my face. The pistol was black, with sharp points jutting out of it. It’s brother’s gun, Thorn. My heart sank into my stomach. “Welcome to the wild,” he sneered. Bang. [END] There ya go, there's my story in 300 words. It was originally longer and totes more awesome. But one day I want to work for Bungie, (if dreams come true. Not likely). And if my boss at the time tells me to do 300 words or less on a summary idea for the project of blah blah, I'll make those 300 words shine like the sun. All ya'll who are going past 300 words, shame. Make the sacrifices you have to like I did and re-submit. They won't choose you anyway if you got past it.
