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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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14 RepliesEdited by Juroku: 7/15/2013 4:20:41 PM[b]"We Win, Together" by Juroku[/b] [i]I roam[/i], through the dusty red haze. Through a forgotten, sand-scraped transit station. Through an ancient city, deserted, decrepit, disturbingly familiar. Through the Buried City; its real name died long ago with its people. Little more than ruins remain. Wandering, I hear: amidst the silence, thunderous thumps. Heavy feet crash to the ground. Between broken windows, I see: hulking brutes of steel. The Cabal. Between broken windows, they see: me. [i]I run[/i], hastily from their sight. They run, hastily behind. They trap me in their sight. Shots are fired, flashing by into hills of sand, into rubble. I shriek: a slug pierces my leg. Blood dyes the sand a deeper red. [i]I stumble[/i], holding onto hope. Holding onto thoughts of home. My leg gives way; I tumble in pain, my consciousness failing. The Cabal stand over me. They make no haste: a great bayonet is driven through the iron griffin upon my chest, my only reminder of what once was. [i]I die[/i], blood flowing, puddles soaking the sand. A Cabal raises its arms, cheering. A sudden shot spears its masked face. More follow. The rest withdraw. An unfamiliar face sees me: another Guardian, an Awoken. Her hands glide over me: I feel a soothing sensation in my limbs. In my corpse. Abruptly, I can breathe. I can move. [i]I live[/i], climbing to my feet, she dusts me off. I nod. She nods, but not at me. Behind me. I look: tens more of our kind stand ready, weapons levelled. I turn back and find the Cabal who killed me. It lies on the floor, bleeding out. I fire once: a coup de grâce. [i]I win[/i], I glance up: the Cabal charge. I raise my rifle, and we fire, all as one. In seconds, no Cabal remains standing. [i]We win[/i], together. [b]WORD COUNT: 300[/b] [i][P.S. Inspired by [/i]Destiny[i]'s emphasis on multiplayer and teamwork. The ending is supposed to resemble a Public Event, with large groups of Guardians coming together as one to defeat the overwhelming Cabal forces.][/i]
