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lieutenantantichrist) wrote2014-03-06 02:56 am
lieutenantantichrist) wrote2014-03-06 02:56 am
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[video] WRITING CONTEST RESULTS - "A Winner Must Be Chosen"
Well boys and girls, we got us some results. Lemme see here.
[Blake clears his throat with suitable drama as his Snubbull solemnly hands him an envelope.]
Thanks Steve. Third place and one thousand of the weird-ass local money goes to-
[Rip. Unfold]
Number 13, Ryner Lute, with some kind of fairy tale thing about why you should never let a mime run the government.
Second place, with a prize of five thousand rubles or whatever the fuck, is-
[Rip rip]
Number 2, the one about a little girl getting turned into a mime and somehow nobody gets arrested! It's a good day for mimes, and you bet your ass that's never been said by anybody before. That one was by- [Blake squints at the name] The Joker? Does Batman know you're running around here?
All right, drumroll!
[His Solrock rolls around in a circle to approximate it. pattapattapattapatta-- -tear!]
First prize, 7500 pesos and a date with a weirdo, now belongs to Number 7, the long thing about every single damn prompt cause there's always that kid! Nuhnaymi Chee-ack-eye, step right up!
Now, the special categories. Each of these gets their own chance to go bowling with a lunatic and talk about your pet ghosts.
Most Likely to be True goes to Number 12, some household cleaning tips by Kenneth Elm...Alm...Amelie-- Archibald? Hey, Ken, why didn't you ever tell me your name was Archie?
Now, last but not least yadda yadda yadda, we got Funniest. That is Number 8 and its artistic interpretations, by a landslide. Heather Mason, come on down. Hope you don't want the original of that one part back. I, uh, lost it. [In a fire.]
That's it for whatever the hell this was. [Blake leans back with a satisfied air.] Everybody who got cash, it'll get wired straight to your account. Heather, Archie, and Nuhnaymi, give the paper a ring and they'll set up your dates. Congratulations, and all that crap. I'm gonna go get a beer and do something that isn't reading.
[Steve blows on a noisemaker. It goes toot.]
[[OOC: The writing contest is over! The way voting worked is each vote for first got a story 3 points, a vote for second counted as 2, and a vote for third counted as 1. Big thank you to everyone who voted, everyone who participated, and to the mods for a) letting me do this, b) helping me set it up, and c) going above and beyond the call of duty in providing prizes.
lullabytes, enjoymyatelier, and foolishwren, please come down to this thread to pick your NPCs!]]
[Blake clears his throat with suitable drama as his Snubbull solemnly hands him an envelope.]
Thanks Steve. Third place and one thousand of the weird-ass local money goes to-
[Rip. Unfold]
Number 13, Ryner Lute, with some kind of fairy tale thing about why you should never let a mime run the government.
Second place, with a prize of five thousand rubles or whatever the fuck, is-
[Rip rip]
Number 2, the one about a little girl getting turned into a mime and somehow nobody gets arrested! It's a good day for mimes, and you bet your ass that's never been said by anybody before. That one was by- [Blake squints at the name] The Joker? Does Batman know you're running around here?
All right, drumroll!
[His Solrock rolls around in a circle to approximate it. pattapattapattapatta-- -tear!]
First prize, 7500 pesos and a date with a weirdo, now belongs to Number 7, the long thing about every single damn prompt cause there's always that kid! Nuhnaymi Chee-ack-eye, step right up!
Now, the special categories. Each of these gets their own chance to go bowling with a lunatic and talk about your pet ghosts.
Most Likely to be True goes to Number 12, some household cleaning tips by Kenneth Elm...Alm...Amelie-- Archibald? Hey, Ken, why didn't you ever tell me your name was Archie?
Now, last but not least yadda yadda yadda, we got Funniest. That is Number 8 and its artistic interpretations, by a landslide. Heather Mason, come on down. Hope you don't want the original of that one part back. I, uh, lost it. [In a fire.]
That's it for whatever the hell this was. [Blake leans back with a satisfied air.] Everybody who got cash, it'll get wired straight to your account. Heather, Archie, and Nuhnaymi, give the paper a ring and they'll set up your dates. Congratulations, and all that crap. I'm gonna go get a beer and do something that isn't reading.
[Steve blows on a noisemaker. It goes toot.]
[[OOC: The writing contest is over! The way voting worked is each vote for first got a story 3 points, a vote for second counted as 2, and a vote for third counted as 1. Big thank you to everyone who voted, everyone who participated, and to the mods for a) letting me do this, b) helping me set it up, and c) going above and beyond the call of duty in providing prizes.
lullabytes, enjoymyatelier, and foolishwren, please come down to this thread to pick your NPCs!]]
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...It made sense?
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And it's weird that something made out of metal could catch fire. [He considers it.] Maybe if you used a shitload of gasoline. I've seen some guys get creative.
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Whoever wrote it probably thought about stuff like that. Y'know, how weird it was and everything. 'Cause that doesn't seem right, all that stuff that's wrong with it.
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