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Fan Fic Contest - Are you the best writer?

TGRF

He should definitely get that. (#4)
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Greetings, one and all, and welcome to the Fan Fiction Competition! I have revised this OP in an attempt to make it clearer and more organized. Allow me to explain how the competition works.

The Process
Spoiler Alert!

The Current Prompt can be found here.

The Rules and Technical Side-Notes
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Competitive Ratings
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Note: In the case of a delinquent judge, some of the more veteran participants in this contest may begin to refer to such things as bazookas, slabs of rotting meat, and giant pencils. To find out what they are talking about, click on the following links. These are all in this thread.
The original post, and also the one concerning giant pencils.
The bazookas post.
The post concerning rotting slabs of meat followed the same lines, and was aimed at SoA by Tornado, if memory serves. I cannot find it. If anyone does, let me know.

Thanks for reading my incredibly long explanation and have fun writing!
~TGRF.

Note: I (TGRF) reserve the right to make changes to this competition's structure at any time, and to make executive decisions in order to keep the contest going. This can include delaying aspects of the competition while those changes are put in place, if necessary. I will seek the opinions of the writers here before implementing any large change.
 
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Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Greetings one and all! While reading a new fan fic today, I had a sudden idea. This thread is the result of that idea. In a nutshell, you will be given a challenge (Something like write about a marro battle deep in the swamps) and then you write about it. The rules are discussed in detail below.

1. Anyone may enter, but I would like to ask that you only do so if you can guarantee that you will be back in time to give out the next challenge, if chosen.
2. The challenge will be given out weekly on Sun.- Tue. Sunday, being the earliest, would be best, but Tuesday is the limit, at which point, if the challenge is not yet out, on Wednesday, the challenge may be given by anyone.
3. The winner of last week will give out the challenge
4. The winner of last week may not challenge himself, only others. You must wait to write a week after you have won.
5. The winner will be determined by the winner of last week.
6. Try to make the stories about the average length of a chapter of a normal fan fic.

I think that covers everything. If anyone has any questions, leave a post, but otherwise reserve this thread for the stories and a small amount of comments.

I will begin with the opening challenge:
Vydar has launched a bold expedition of five units to recover an ancient artifact deep within the Volcarren Wasteland; but they are suddenly ambushed. Write about the ambush and the ensuing battle.
While reading a certain fanfic definitely not written by an elven wizard... You had this idea.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Greetings one and all! While reading a new fan fic today, I had a sudden idea. This thread is the result of that idea. In a nutshell, you will be given a challenge (Something like write about a marro battle deep in the swamps) and then you write about it. The rules are discussed in detail below.

1. Anyone may enter, but I would like to ask that you only do so if you can guarantee that you will be back in time to give out the next challenge, if chosen.
2. The challenge will be given out weekly on Sun.- Tue. Sunday, being the earliest, would be best, but Tuesday is the limit, at which point, if the challenge is not yet out, on Wednesday, the challenge may be given by anyone.
3. The winner of last week will give out the challenge
4. The winner of last week may not challenge himself, only others. You must wait to write a week after you have won.
5. The winner will be determined by the winner of last week.
6. Try to make the stories about the average length of a chapter of a normal fan fic.

I think that covers everything. If anyone has any questions, leave a post, but otherwise reserve this thread for the stories and a small amount of comments.

I will begin with the opening challenge:
Vydar has launched a bold expedition of five units to recover an ancient artifact deep within the Volcarren Wasteland; but they are suddenly ambushed. Write about the ambush and the ensuing battle.
While reading a certain fanfic definitely not written by an elven wizard... You had this idea.
Er, yeah, I did. ;)
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

This is a very interesting idea. I would love to enter. You got my ballot. :thumbsup:

Now I have to go read elvenwizard's story to figure out where this came from. ;)
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

This is a very interesting idea. I would love to enter. You got my ballot. :thumbsup:

Now I have to go read elvenwizard's story to figure out where this came from. ;)
Maybe people midunderstood. I meant you write it here before the week is up. Please, don't make me write a "if no one wins..." rule. :(

:pirate:
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

The first one would be cool if it was just a general one so everyone can start off with unlimited possibilities and then you can get more specific each time someone tells what the new challenge is. Just my :2cents: though.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

The first one would be cool if it was just a general one so everyone can start off with unlimited possibilities and then you can get more specific each time someone tells what the new challenge is. Just my :2cents: though.
Good idea, but the challenge is up already. I'll do it if I have to challenge again though.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Here? In the thread? How long should it be?
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Wait, so everyone makes a story based on the theme? I thought the person who made the challenge picked a person to write it. Please explain, I am hopelessly confused, but I am fine either way.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Wait, so everyone makes a story based on the theme? I thought the person who made the challenge picked a person to write it. Please explain, I am hopelessly confused, but I am fine either way.

From my understanding, this is a game where everyone who wishes to writes a story in response to the challenge (issued by the winner of the previous week's contest). Then, the winner of the previous weeks challenge (In this case, since there is no current winner, it will be decided by TGRF) chooses what he/she considers to be the best story out of the ones submitted. The writer of the chosen story becomes the new winner, and issues the next challenge.

Hope that answered your question.

EDIT-My post will be coming up soon (have to eat dinner and write it first. :D)
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Wait, so everyone makes a story based on the theme? I thought the person who made the challenge picked a person to write it. Please explain, I am hopelessly confused, but I am fine either way.

From my understanding, this is a game where everyone who wishes to writes a story in response to the challenge (issued by the winner of the previous week's contest). Then, the winner of the previous weeks challenge (In this case, since there is no current winner, it will be decided by TGRF) chooses what he/she considers to be the best story out of the ones submitted. The writer of the chosen story becomes the new winner, and issues the next challenge.

Hope that answered your question.

EDIT-My post will be coming up soon (have to eat dinner and write it first. :D)
That is completely correct. I look forward to seeing your post!
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

For those of us who don't read or write fan fiction very often, please be specific about the "average" length?
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

So is there a topic for the first write or is it open as earlier suggested? This is great and I am honored to be invited. :) With the invite restriction I figured I better come guns a blazin'.
I am fired up, sitting by a 'campfire' with a laptop in a mild sprinkle. How much H2O can a PC take?
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

I greatly appreciate all the enthusiasm, but I see nothing being done. This must be the fourth or fifth time someone has asked a question which has been clearly answered before.
I will begin with the opening challenge:
Vydar has launched a bold expedition of five units to recover an ancient artifact deep within the Volcarren Wasteland; but they are suddenly ambushed. Write about the ambush and the ensuing battle.
I don't want to seem rude, indeed, I want to encourage activity here. But please, read what comes first, and then post. Thanks.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Here it is. Took a little longer than I expected, but whatever. :D

The Talisman of Thor

Major V4 halted, a mechanical hand snapping into the air above his shoulder as he signaled his battalion to halt. Its artificial brain processed its surroundings in an instant, recognizing that there was a high probability of ambush, given the easy cover of the heavy brush on either side of the winding path that they were following. Its battalion was going on a top secret mission through this jungle, attempting to reach the Volcarren Wasteland, a desolate, rocky area in which only lizards could survive. His objective was the Talsiman of Thor. This artifact was a necklace from the ancient times, a symbol of ultimate power. His master, Vydar, sought this talisman, for with it, he could dominate Utgar. Had V4’s mind contained the capability of true thought, it might have wondered what would happen to the other Valkyrie Generals if Vydar obtained this relic. Its scanners could detect no threat from the small life-forms in the surrounding brush, but it nevertheless turned to one of its Lieutenants and ordered “Be prepared for an ambush”. Its voice was cold and emotionless. But then, it always was. The battalion marched on over the trampled ground, ignoring mosquitoes and other such pests.

The robotic battalion rounded a corner in the bend, and finally saw the end of the jungle. No one cheered. It was not in their programming. At the edge of the jungle, Major V4’s hand snapped up again, signaling a halt. Its computerized mind told it that there ought to have been an ambush by now, that the other Generals would not just step aside and let Vydar obtain this powerful weapon. Major V4 swiveled its robotic head from side to side, assessing the terrain. Up until the wasteland, there were still sporadic clumps of brush that could potentially hide enemies. Then there was the wasteland itself. There could be no ambush there. There could be nothing that could live there. Toxic fumes floated through the air, poisoning the nearby brush so that it had receded away from the wasteland. Pools of molten lava littered the surface of the wasteland, and a false step spelled certain doom. Major V4 brought his hand down, signaling his units forward. They marched forward once more. Nothing happened. His troops reached the wasteland unchecked, and, not stopping to wonder why, Major V4 marched on.

Three soulbourgs had been lost to the lava pools, but Major V4 could sense the nearness of the Talisman. An aura of power seemed to lie about this place, discouraging would-be-treasure hunters from approaching. The major didn’t care. It didn’t have enough emotion to care. Suddenly, it heard a fizzling sound, and Major V4 turned to investigate. One of the soulbourgs in the third rank had lava splattered across its visor. It twitched once, collapsed to its knees, and fell, rolling down a small slope and landing in a pool of lava, sinking beneath the surface in an instant. Major V4’s gun came up as he searched for the source of the assault. “Ambush,” his voice told his units emotionlessly. More lava was flung out of niches in the rock, and more soulbourgs began to fall. “Fire” came the command. The robots began firing immediately, though they had no target. Then, suddenly, they did. Black and red humanoid shapes began running out of the rocks at them, sprinting toward the robots throwing lava. The robots instantly wiveled their guns towards these foes and took aim. There was nothing to aim at. As soon as the guns came to bear on them, the creatures seemed to disappear into the lava. Confused, the robots began to search for new targets, but the creatures sprang out of the lava and sprinted at them again. Major V4 fired, fired again, but every time, the creature seemed to drop out of sight right before the Major fired. Then the creatures were on them, tackling soulbourgs, their lava skins rubbing of on the robots and melting their circuitry. Within moments, Major V4 saw its command being obliterated. It turned away from the battle and moved on towards the feeling of power, firing its grenade launcher indiscriminately where he saw movement. All that mattered was the talisman. Major V4 could see the creatures closing in on it, and it began to sprint forward, spraying bullets and explosives everywhere. The creatures seemed to ignore these, running towards it with a renewed urgency. It sprinted on, the creatures closing in around him. Then, suddenly, they weren’t. They weren’t there. It looked back and saw them picking up chunks of lava. It sprinted faster and faster, and then it stumbled. As it tumbled forward towards the lava, an outstretched hand caught hold of something and pulled. Suddenly it stopped falling. It got up and looked at its hand. It was clutching a necklace etched with runes, but Major V4 spent no time dwelling on its mysterious beauty. It looked up at the creatures and saw them cowering, staring at the talisman in his hand. It confidently walked forward towards them, and they parted down the middle to make way for it, apparently to awed to attack. Major V4’s mechanical features would have born a smile, had they been able. Finally, Vydar would have the power and respect he deserved. He would rule the world, and every world. This thought was interrupted by a burning sensation in his hand. It looked at it with mingled curiosity and fear. Its hand was coated in lava. One of the creatures had gathered the courage and thrown lava at the talisman. Major V4 wasn’t worried. With the talisman, he could not die. Then the hand fell off, taking the talisman with it. Major V4 had only time to think that that couldn’t be good when he felt a burning sensation in his head, and then, blackness. His last thought was that Vydar might not rule after all.

Also, when will they be judged?
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

This looks awesome! I will definitely try to get an entry in for this one. When's the deadline for when we have to get the story in? I assume it would be somewhere between tomorrow and Sunday.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

RednixY scanned the horizon. Everywhere hot air bubbles formed, popped and frothed on the surface of molten lava. Very little lava rock remained and the battalion’s mission objective was still very far away. Rednix’s second in command opened a communication link and said, “Sir we are not making fast enough progress. There is so little land left and we have already lost many troops to ground giving way beneath them. We need something native.”
“Negative. There is no available life.”
“How about that magma lizard sir?” The mechanical arm of the second pointed to the precise location of the creature. Each time the carefully camoflauged creature moved the second’s hand moved with it always pointing to its precise location.
Rednix lunged forward and snatched up the foot long creature. A blue beam from Rednix’s eyes moved over the creature. A mechanical voice spoke, “DNA copied.”
He then passed it over to the second who completed the same procedure and passed the creature down the line. Reports of DNA copied issued from all down the line.
“Battalion commence morph.” Ordered Rednix.
Immediately every soulborg down began shifting his parts, the metallic bits moving soundlessly against one another until fifty copies of the lizard now appeared on the rock surface. Replicas of the fire proof skin covered metal body parts. The internal cooling system the lizards had possessed were modified and adapted by the soulborgs. Upon Rednix’s command the battalion dove into the lava and made headway on a shortcut to the talisman. The soulborgs pulled their long camoflauged bodies out of the lava and spread out as Rednix moved to take the talisman, a small gold ingot which possessed incredible healing power. Round identical blocks of solid obsidian stood round the small talisman as if to guard it. The area was scanned for signs of life, but instead of scanning for literally any life form they scanned only for DNA. Rednix grabbed the talisman, but as soon as he did so the obsidian blocks stood up revealing faces arms and legs. Rednix wasted no time in calling an alert and coordinating immediate aggression. A human or other life form may have paused in surprise, but Rednix could not think enough to be surprised. “Left wing commence back morph. Fall back twenty feet. Commence fire immediately. Right wing commence morph to laser cutters. Attack immediately. Battalion kill with extreme prejudice.”
Immediately all the bots on the left wing morphed into their original forms. They came out crouched, retreated 20 feet as ordered, and the units in the back began sniping with deadly precision while the front row poured as much fire as they possibly could into the obsidian monsters. At the same time the right wing morphed into small energetic soulborgs with long scythes for arms that shone shown with lasers in the humidity. The obsidians reacted more or less slowly. They took deadly sniper and machine gun fire to the head with hardly a blink. Five of the ten fiends turned to the cutters picking them off by twos by bashing their mechanical brains together and tossing them into the molten lava that surrounded the small obsidian island. The other five proceeded to attack the “Archers.” Rednix went for the talisman. Once it was safely inside him he chanced a glance around. One obsidian had been sliced to a pile of rubble one had lost it’s head from concentrated sniper fire, but the losses from the battalion were tremendous. All but two of the 25 cutters were down. The left wing had two losses only-which Rednix decided in some part at the back of his slowly developing free thinking mind-was a blessing. One obsidian curled himself into a ball. Another guard heaved him up and—Rednix saw what was happening and snapped a quick order. The left wing staggered the line, and in the same instant focused fire on the guard. The guard hurled the other obsidian into the line. Three soulborgs were flattened.
“Good only three” thought Rednix. Then upon seeing the one guard drop dead and the other roll into the lava, Rednix leapt to the offensive employing every technique he knew on the obsidians legs to bring them to the ground. The score was now four obsidians down and out, one injured, and thirty soulborgs down. At this rate the battle would be lost. Seeing his chance Rednix reluctantly gave the order, “Troops hold them off for as long as you can. Then retreat.” Morphing back into the Magma lizard he dove into the lava with the talisman safely inside him. His developing emotions and sense of honor told him he should stay, but he had a job to do, and he was going to do it. Those troops back there had duties as well and they would not retreat because “as long as you can” meant “until death” with those mindless fighting machines. He had left none too soon for the Obsidian that had rolled into the lava returned with a better position on the “archers” and had rolled one massive rock right along the line obliterating the last of the battalion. They had done their duty and done it well. Vydar couldn’t ask for finer fighting units.

Two weeks later Rednix appeared in Vydar's chamber delivering the talisman to him. Vydar then used the talisman to heal his deathly ill wife. Despite the mindlessness of their bravery the 5th 6th 7th 8th and ninth changling soulbourg units received a statue in their honor which still stands today in Vydar’s Fortress, Valhalla.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

This looks awesome! I will definitely try to get an entry in for this one. When's the deadline for when we have to get the story in? I assume it would be somewhere between tomorrow and Sunday.
Probably either Saturday night, or Sunday afternoon, depending on my schedule. It should always be either Saturday night or Sunday, but the actual time will very with each winner. Just try to get your entry in before 4:00 PM on Saturday.
Also, please remember that, if you win, you will have to give out the next challenge.

Great stories, Orcs Blade and Elven Lord! Keep it up!
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Well, here's my entry. Sorry if it's a bit long.

Clank. Clank. Siege and his four companions marched slowly but determinedly through a seemingly endless field of lava. This didn’t bother them, however, because Warforged were designed for the toughest environments. Vydar had sent Siege and four of his finest soldiers, Tech, Spotter, Tank, and Bullseye, to retrieve an ancient talisman from the heart of the fiery desert. Although the Warforged were new to Vydar’s army, soulborgs were needed to defend Vydar’s fortress and Agent Carr was not able to bring his strike force because of the terrain. Siege received his orders, and he carried them out, no matter what they were. That was why he existed. Suddenly, a crack broke the silence and Siege turned to see Tech’s leg sinking into a patch of molten lava. Tank grabbed Tech’s arm and hoisted him back out. “Are you ok?” Siege inquired. “Affirmative.” Replied Tech, who had been brought along for his expertise with technology. Spotter was the scout of the group who was fast and able to navigate harsh terrain. Bullseye and Tank were the two fighters, along with Siege as the leader.

The group continued on their journey, undeterred by Tech’s slip, because they were Warforged, and it would take more than just some molten lava to put a dent in their armor. “Halt.” Announced Tech. “My equipment indicates that the talisman we seek is just north of here, perhaps 500 meters.” Siege nodded. “We shall march for 200 meters, then Spotter, you shall proceed ahead of the group and scout out the location.” The pace of the group quickened as they all eagerly approached the talisman, before Siege motioned for them to stop. “My sensors don’t detect any life.” Said Tech. “Good. Spotter, go.” Replied Siege. Spotter ran ahead, carrying only his steel dagger as the group watched him. There was a small hill up ahead of blackened rock, behind which he assumed was the talisman. Suddenly, molten rock sprouted up in front of him, taking an almost human form. Before he had time to react, a solid punch sent a fiery rock arm propelling through his skull, shattering it and ending Spotter’s life.

Siege watched Spotter curiously as he darted across the molten terrain, focused on reaching his goal. Spotter stopped abruptly, however, and Siege suspected there may be something wrong. As he watched Spotter collapse as a bulky figure stood over him, his suspicions were confirmed. “Ambush!” he cried to the others, who immediately grabbed their weapons and charged at the figure. Others shot up from the turf, and Tech was soon brought down in a heap. Bullseye slashed at each rocky form that approached him, but soon they overwhelmed him with their numbers and tore him apart. Although Tank’s mighty axe struck down many of the beasts, he soon was mortally wounded as well. Siege, however, would not fall. His mission must be completed. He defeated each attacker that challenged him until suddenly a long blade sprouted from his chest. Falling to his knees, Siege knew that he had seen that blade before. “Well well well,” said Agent Carr. “You…” uttered Siege. “Yes it is. Why might you ask am I here sticking a sword in your chest? Well, let’s just keep things short and say Utgar knows how to persuade a man. I’m talking about wealth, something stupid machines like yourself wouldn’t understand.” Siege noticed that Carr was able to navigate on the terrain with shoes that allowed him to hover above the molten rock. “Oh yes.” One of the lava beasts spoke in a deep, penetrating voice. “About that…” Carr whirled around just as the figure placed its hands on his neck and twisted it harshly so that a loud snap echoed across the desert. And so lay on the ground 5 heroes and a traitor, who’s body now slowly burned on the searing rock, as the Obsidian Guards made their way to the talisman, which would certainly serve Utgar quite well.
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Longer than you wanted, probably. But I had a story in my head and this is how long it took to tell it.

Theta Unit in the Foothills of Volcarren.
Spoiler Alert!
 
Re: Fan Fic Contest: Are you the best writer?

Longer than you wanted, probably. But I had a story in my head and this is how long it took to tell it.

Theta Unit in the Foothills of Volcarren.
Spoiler Alert!
Yeah, it was a little long, but a long story that's fun to read is no problem. Great work!
 
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