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#76
2nd Jul 2012 at 4:37 AM
Posts: 11
hello i've been planning on doing this! I just need to fix pose player from crashing my game and I will be totally in!
-in fact I already wrote my story!
I'm excited!<3
-in fact I already wrote my story!
I'm excited!<3
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#77
2nd Jul 2012 at 4:43 AM
Posts: 3,720
Thanks: 27189 in 66 Posts
Quote: Originally posted by MeatCake
hello i've been planning on doing this! I just need to fix pose player from crashing my game and I will be totally in! -in fact I already wrote my story! I'm excited!<3 |
Hey, look, someone to snack on? You don't need that ear, do you?
Just kidding! Welcome! So looking forward to having another participant!
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"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#78
3rd Jul 2012 at 2:59 AM
Posts: 220
Thanks: 39 in 1 Posts
I imagine there'll be a splurge of entries in the last day as people are just taking advantage of the extra time
#79
3rd Jul 2012 at 1:11 PM
Posts: 835
Thanks: 258 in 4 Posts
I have a REALLY bad feeling, I am not going to make this on time. I am sorry Heaven..... Put me down for EJ? Or I could try play catch up GAH what to do. I will only have Thursday to hunt for cc and make chars and then write story and take pics.... seems so minuscule.
#80
3rd Jul 2012 at 2:32 PM
Last edited by missroxor : 3rd Jul 2012 at 2:51 PM.
Weee, I thought long and hard about it last night and think I have a rough outline for my plot. Still gotta figure out my character's personalities and all the details though but I'll have a whole 12-hour flight to think about it tomorrow! lol Might be short on time by the time I get back to my own computer (don't even have a laptop with me to start writing it out :/ ) so I don't know if I'll manage all the pics. Can I still enter without the minimum pics if I'm happy to take a point deduction?
Guys, rules are good! Rules help control the fun. ~ Monica E. Geller
Guys, rules are good! Rules help control the fun. ~ Monica E. Geller
#82
4th Jul 2012 at 3:14 AM
LadyAwesome, you can do the character planning and get ideas for the pictures while you are on the plane. It's only the final picture taking and writing that you need to be at the computer for.
My internet keeps going down, but I'll have an entry as soon as these storms allow me to
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My internet keeps going down, but I'll have an entry as soon as these storms allow me to
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#83
4th Jul 2012 at 4:48 AM
Posts: 3,720
Thanks: 27189 in 66 Posts
Quote: Originally posted by LadyAwesome
I have a REALLY bad feeling, I am not going to make this on time. I am sorry Heaven..... Put me down for EJ? Or I could try play catch up GAH what to do. I will only have Thursday to hunt for cc and make chars and then write story and take pics.... seems so minuscule. |
Oh man, I hope you can figure it out. It just won't be complete without you. But I love you anyway and won't hold it against you. We'll just see how it goes from here.
Quote: Originally posted by missroxor
Weee, I thought long and hard about it last night and think I have a rough outline for my plot. Still gotta figure out my character's personalities and all the details though but I'll have a whole 12-hour flight to think about it tomorrow! lol Might be short on time by the time I get back to my own computer (don't even have a laptop with me to start writing it out :/ ) so I don't know if I'll manage all the pics. Can I still enter without the minimum pics if I'm happy to take a point deduction? |
You can enter without the minimum pictures, if you have no other choice. Make those flight attendants give you a notebook and pen to write your story like back in the good ole days!
This goes for everyone however, I want to stress for anyone that this will end with a point deduction. If this happens, there also needs to be a VERY good reason why and myself and the judges need to be notified PRIOR to the deadline. Also, if 2 chapters are submitted without pictures, any entrants will be disqualified. This is a sims competition after all and, without the pictures, it just becomes a writing contest.
Heaven Sims | Avendale Legacy
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#85
4th Jul 2012 at 1:52 PM
I finally got my pictures uploaded with no more power outages/internet outages!
I'm putting my entry in spoiler tags as well, to be kind to those with slow internet connections. That seems like a good idea, and I rather wish that I had thought of it myself.
Word count 1456
CC: Cmar's ear sliders, Sim Transformer, euphoria skin, Legend Isle Lyonesse world.
Plot point: Makeover
Excerpt: Bless your soul; you've got your head in the clouds.
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I'm putting my entry in spoiler tags as well, to be kind to those with slow internet connections. That seems like a good idea, and I rather wish that I had thought of it myself.
Kylara looked up from her reading. A lovely sunset was streaming through the windows of the library, spilling golden lignt on the pages of the book that she was reading. Unfortunately the library had closed two hours ago. Apparently they had forgotten that there was someone in here who reads encyclopedias for fun, and so had assumed that if nobody was at the work desks, nobody was in the reference room. She was locked in for the night. Again. She sighed and went back to reading while she still had light. Darkness (and hunger) would be here soon enough.
When night finally fell, she put her encyclopedia back on the shelf. She doubted that anyone at the orphanage would be worried about her; they knew that she had gone to the library, and this was hardly the first time that she had ended up being locked in. Last week they hadn't even bothered sending someone to get her out until it was time for school. She supposed that they had decided that if she ended up missing three meals in a row often enough she might pay more attention to closing time. She relaxed in one of the reading chairs and thought about what she had learned today. None of the children in the orphage were ever officially taught any magic, but she had managed to piece together enough knowledge to manage simple spells. As the energy required to do something with magic is equal to the energy needed to do it by natural means, and the energy required to walk to the dining hall, grab some food,and walk back to the library was well within her means, (other than the minor detail of a locked door in the way) she thought she should be able to conjure a plate of food with no real trouble, and possibly a sleeping bag while she was at it.
After an hour or two of deep concentration she decided that she had figured out how to channel the spell and was ready to make the attempt. She cast her newly improvised spell, and was soon rewarded with a plate of food and a sleeping bag. She ate her dinner, sent the dirty plate back home, and crawled into her sleeping bag for the night.
As she slept, she dreamed of a handsome, golden haired man in wizardly robes. He was fighting three opponants who had targets on their shields, and as he hit a shield he would break it with a flash of magic. The one whose shield was broken would quickly grab another one and return to the combat. They carried sticks, which they were trying to hit the man with. Finally the last shield was broken, and one of the men said "Unscathed as ever, My Lord. Congratulations once again." As they bowed to one another, the wizard looked straight at her. "Who is this child?" he asked.
She immediately woke up, only to find that she was not alone in the room. An ominous figure was standing beside her head. He was shrouded in deep shadow, but he possessed a ruby on a chain which glowed and pulsed as if it were his beating heart. He gave her an unfriendly glare. "I ask again, child. Who are you, and who is your master?"
"Umm....I have no master" she said timidly.
"Don't lie to me, Child!" he thundered. "You are far too young to be a master magician. You are obviously a very talented apprentice, but it takes full psychic maturity to channel master level spells. Now WHO IS YOUR MASTER?"
She cringed. "I didn't say I was a master magician. I said I have no master. I have no training at all other that what I pieced together from the books I've been reading."
He studied her. "You cast a class 3 conjuration, with no training?! Where did you find the spell?"
She blushed. "I...sort of..." Her voice dropped to a whisper "MadeItUp" .
"You made it up? On the spot?"
"No, it wasn't on the spot. It took me a couple of hours to figure out how the spell would work." She gave him an apologetic smile.
He shook his head. "I doubt your story. You have until sunrise to invent a spell which will allow me to handle physical objects. If you cannot cast such a spell, I will haunt your dreams and destroy you."
"I don't suppose you would settle for a simple 'I'm sorry I got locked in the library?'" A tear rolled down her cheek as she saw the look on his face. "Does it have to be permanent?"
He shook his head "Merely effective."
She concentrated for a while. "Is it safe for me to touch you?" she asked hopefully. When he nodded, she muttered "Please don't take this the wrong way," and gave him a friendly hug. "Ok, I think I can figure out a spell that might work, but I dont think I'm strong enough to cast it.
"Explain your procedure." he said in a scholarly tone of voice.
"Well, the third principle of magic says that all matter, natural energy, and magic are merely forms of xylos. The second says that Only God can create or destroy xylos, the best that any of the rest of us can do is transport or transform it. But all xylos can be transformed. And the 5th says that xylos seeks balance, so when useful xylos is put into a system, unusable xylos is removed, and when unusable xylos is added, usable xylos is removed. So you are xylos as much as I am, and your xylos is just as capable as mine of interacting with other forms of that xylos if it is given enough transformational force. " She looked down at the floor. "But I don't know where to get that much energy without drawing from sunlight. I might be able to manage half a second or so from the light reflecting from the quarter moon, but I don't think that would be long enough for you to call it effective."
"How many principles of magic are there?" he asked curiously.
"Ten?" she said hesitantly.
He laughed. "Three. The one you were calling the third is actually the first; the one that you were calling the fifth is actually the second; and I have no idea if you have even discovered the third at all " He hovered over a chair. "But your theory, as odd as it sounds, holds promise. Cast your spell. If it works for even a fraction of a second, I will notice."
She cast her spell, and a second later the wizard was momentarily seated solidly in the chair. He stepped out of the chair and walked over to her. "Before you can be trained, I want to send you to school so that I do not inadvertantly discover that your knowledge of advanced techniques is masking a woeful ignorance of the fundamentals."
She blinked. "I didn't ask you for training. I'm an orphan. "
"It is far too dangerous to leave you untrained. And now that I have found someone with whom I could work I would be a fool to allow you to simply leave, especially when it appears that someone is searching for the Crown of the Master." He gazed gently at her. "You said you were an orphan. Would you like that to change?"
She nodded and he led her into the main room. A blade flashed silver as it bit into her hand. "Then I declare to Heaven above, to Hell below, and to all that dwells between that this child is my daughter now and forevermore." The blade then was used to draw some of his ectoplasm which mingled with her blood. "Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. You are the child of Lord Alfric Starhome."
Two weeks later she stood at the entrance of the most prestigious magical academy in the world. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" the examiner was saying to her. "I have no doubt that you think you have talent, but not enough for a scholarship, and not enough to be considered for admission. Now let the next person in line come in for an interview."
Deep within her she heard her new father's voice. "Leave this one to me, Child." She blacked out, and when she came to, the examiner was pale and shaking. "Welcome to your new school, miss. Classes start in three days."
She wondered what she had gotten herself into. The idea that he could use her body any time he wanted to was a little worrisome.
When night finally fell, she put her encyclopedia back on the shelf. She doubted that anyone at the orphanage would be worried about her; they knew that she had gone to the library, and this was hardly the first time that she had ended up being locked in. Last week they hadn't even bothered sending someone to get her out until it was time for school. She supposed that they had decided that if she ended up missing three meals in a row often enough she might pay more attention to closing time. She relaxed in one of the reading chairs and thought about what she had learned today. None of the children in the orphage were ever officially taught any magic, but she had managed to piece together enough knowledge to manage simple spells. As the energy required to do something with magic is equal to the energy needed to do it by natural means, and the energy required to walk to the dining hall, grab some food,and walk back to the library was well within her means, (other than the minor detail of a locked door in the way) she thought she should be able to conjure a plate of food with no real trouble, and possibly a sleeping bag while she was at it.
After an hour or two of deep concentration she decided that she had figured out how to channel the spell and was ready to make the attempt. She cast her newly improvised spell, and was soon rewarded with a plate of food and a sleeping bag. She ate her dinner, sent the dirty plate back home, and crawled into her sleeping bag for the night.
As she slept, she dreamed of a handsome, golden haired man in wizardly robes. He was fighting three opponants who had targets on their shields, and as he hit a shield he would break it with a flash of magic. The one whose shield was broken would quickly grab another one and return to the combat. They carried sticks, which they were trying to hit the man with. Finally the last shield was broken, and one of the men said "Unscathed as ever, My Lord. Congratulations once again." As they bowed to one another, the wizard looked straight at her. "Who is this child?" he asked.
She immediately woke up, only to find that she was not alone in the room. An ominous figure was standing beside her head. He was shrouded in deep shadow, but he possessed a ruby on a chain which glowed and pulsed as if it were his beating heart. He gave her an unfriendly glare. "I ask again, child. Who are you, and who is your master?"
"Umm....I have no master" she said timidly.
"Don't lie to me, Child!" he thundered. "You are far too young to be a master magician. You are obviously a very talented apprentice, but it takes full psychic maturity to channel master level spells. Now WHO IS YOUR MASTER?"
She cringed. "I didn't say I was a master magician. I said I have no master. I have no training at all other that what I pieced together from the books I've been reading."
He studied her. "You cast a class 3 conjuration, with no training?! Where did you find the spell?"
She blushed. "I...sort of..." Her voice dropped to a whisper "MadeItUp" .
"You made it up? On the spot?"
"No, it wasn't on the spot. It took me a couple of hours to figure out how the spell would work." She gave him an apologetic smile.
He shook his head. "I doubt your story. You have until sunrise to invent a spell which will allow me to handle physical objects. If you cannot cast such a spell, I will haunt your dreams and destroy you."
"I don't suppose you would settle for a simple 'I'm sorry I got locked in the library?'" A tear rolled down her cheek as she saw the look on his face. "Does it have to be permanent?"
He shook his head "Merely effective."
She concentrated for a while. "Is it safe for me to touch you?" she asked hopefully. When he nodded, she muttered "Please don't take this the wrong way," and gave him a friendly hug. "Ok, I think I can figure out a spell that might work, but I dont think I'm strong enough to cast it.
"Explain your procedure." he said in a scholarly tone of voice.
"Well, the third principle of magic says that all matter, natural energy, and magic are merely forms of xylos. The second says that Only God can create or destroy xylos, the best that any of the rest of us can do is transport or transform it. But all xylos can be transformed. And the 5th says that xylos seeks balance, so when useful xylos is put into a system, unusable xylos is removed, and when unusable xylos is added, usable xylos is removed. So you are xylos as much as I am, and your xylos is just as capable as mine of interacting with other forms of that xylos if it is given enough transformational force. " She looked down at the floor. "But I don't know where to get that much energy without drawing from sunlight. I might be able to manage half a second or so from the light reflecting from the quarter moon, but I don't think that would be long enough for you to call it effective."
"How many principles of magic are there?" he asked curiously.
"Ten?" she said hesitantly.
He laughed. "Three. The one you were calling the third is actually the first; the one that you were calling the fifth is actually the second; and I have no idea if you have even discovered the third at all " He hovered over a chair. "But your theory, as odd as it sounds, holds promise. Cast your spell. If it works for even a fraction of a second, I will notice."
She cast her spell, and a second later the wizard was momentarily seated solidly in the chair. He stepped out of the chair and walked over to her. "Before you can be trained, I want to send you to school so that I do not inadvertantly discover that your knowledge of advanced techniques is masking a woeful ignorance of the fundamentals."
She blinked. "I didn't ask you for training. I'm an orphan. "
"It is far too dangerous to leave you untrained. And now that I have found someone with whom I could work I would be a fool to allow you to simply leave, especially when it appears that someone is searching for the Crown of the Master." He gazed gently at her. "You said you were an orphan. Would you like that to change?"
She nodded and he led her into the main room. A blade flashed silver as it bit into her hand. "Then I declare to Heaven above, to Hell below, and to all that dwells between that this child is my daughter now and forevermore." The blade then was used to draw some of his ectoplasm which mingled with her blood. "Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. You are the child of Lord Alfric Starhome."
Two weeks later she stood at the entrance of the most prestigious magical academy in the world. "Bless your soul, you've got your head in the clouds" the examiner was saying to her. "I have no doubt that you think you have talent, but not enough for a scholarship, and not enough to be considered for admission. Now let the next person in line come in for an interview."
Deep within her she heard her new father's voice. "Leave this one to me, Child." She blacked out, and when she came to, the examiner was pale and shaking. "Welcome to your new school, miss. Classes start in three days."
She wondered what she had gotten herself into. The idea that he could use her body any time he wanted to was a little worrisome.
Word count 1456
CC: Cmar's ear sliders, Sim Transformer, euphoria skin, Legend Isle Lyonesse world.
Plot point: Makeover
Excerpt: Bless your soul; you've got your head in the clouds.
I am Ghost. My husband is sidneydoj. I post, he downloads, and I wanted to keep my post count.
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#86
5th Jul 2012 at 7:54 AM
Last edited by Viva1994 : 6th Jul 2012 at 12:57 AM.
Reason: adding missing info
Posts: 22
*looks around* Oh wonderful! I appear to be the only one in here using TS2... Prepare for nostalgia folks!
Our story begins in a tiny apartment in the heart of the Downtown of Sim City. Residing in one 6x9 is one Suzanna Trench and her room-mate Bram Adams. They live in crampt comfort, but comfort nonetheless, as Suzanna didn't need a square foot more. Bram never quite understood her feelings. However, Suzanna never really told him about her past though, nor about her other occupation: being a vampire hunter.
In all actuality though, our fair Suzanna is a fairly normal woman: she enjoys pancakes, dislikes large crowds, likes to dance in the rain sometimes, hates monkeys and loves everything science fiction. If she were left to her own devices, she would have nothing to do with the 'trade'. It was her employer, the so called 'Company' that got her started on her bloodsucker hating ways.
She may have been a horribly manipulated, but when she was a young girl living on the streets; when she slept in piles of trash in dark alley ways because they were warm, and ate rotting food from trash bins; when she was called scum every single day of her life and stepped on even more frequently; there was no second thoughts when the idea of leaving occurred, there was just never the chance to do so. Suzanna's parents had died. They were gone and she was alone. Whatever spirituality that remained from them was only enough to know when somebody up high really hated you.
So she couldn't really say no when an elderly woman came to her offering a warm safe place to sleep and good food to eat, no matter what they asked her to do in return. So she became a mass murderer! The company told her that they were dead anyways and it was natural for them to return beyond the void from whence they came. Her young mind took this logic and ran with it, she never looked back.
That was when she began her life. She still kept the job after she moved out-- much to the protest of her employer, they didn't want their best slayer running wild out of their protection-- the only sign of her continued employment was a pristine white envelope with a red seal that arrived at her doorstop with the name and address of her next victim. Other than that she didn't have to deal with them for the last five years, and although sometimes she caught herself dreaming about the old lofty green gardens, she had found her home in her small place, and relished every moment of independence.
Suzanna was quickly drawn from her thoughts by the familiar rambling of her room-mate. Sometime in the past he had walked in, and promptly began to talk. She estimated he started about 5 minutes ago judging by how wistful his voice got when he talked alone for long periods of time, so it was probably time to jump in. Although there was no doubt that he was used to talking at her while she was reading.
"--seen that giant org! It was so massive I had to throw my entire club at it for--"
Suzanna looked up from her horribly uninteresting book, "Really?" She says, feigning interest.
He stops in his tracks and looks at her, "Hello," he says tentatively, "That's the first thing you've said to me since I walked in."
She laughs, "Shut up and tell me how your actual day went."
"Ah, therein lies the problem, absolutely nothing happened." He says without missing a beat.
Suzanna looks back down at her book, "Hm, then the earth stopped turning. Shame I missed that."
"Nothing worth mentioning happened; it was dreadfully boring, and if it weren't for free Wi Fi, I would probably be dead right now." He said in all seriousness.
"Oh?" She said. It was in no way actually a question, but the way that Suzanna and Bram understood each other, this was the cue for him to continue talking-- not because she didn't care, but because he was relaxing.
Bram sat beside her at some point in his monologue. Her book was in no way more interesting than he was, and she was currently focusing on neither of them actually. Her mind was full of snow.
After about 100 pages of something, she noticed a pressure on her arm. She looked up from her book, it was dark outside and Bram was partially asleep on her shoulder, still mumbling something nonsensical. She closed the book and nudged him. "You wanna play something?"
His eyes opened and he realized that he was leaning on her quite closely, he moved away briskly, then paused to brush himself and her off, "Do I ever." He said.
They played until midnight. When at that point Bram was actually too tired to continue-- a rare sight indeed. Without much arguing they both retired into their respective bunk-beds and went to sleep, comforted in the presence of one another.
She woke up naturally at 5 am, it was a habit she still couldn't shake from her strict disciplinary training. Although Bram called it ungodly, she found it relaxing to be alone in the morning. Usually she was alone in the morning anyways.
He would never be up at this hour, she knew this. That didn't explain the strange noises and banging going through the apartment. She would blame the neighbours, but her bedroom didn't share a wall with them. There was also moaning that was getting annoying.
Her teeth desperately needed brushing first, all of this nonsense could wait. She padded out of the bedroom into the hall, the moaning suddenly went full blast. Holy crud, she thought, whatever was happening was going on right around the corner... It may have been on the Murphy bed they kept in the dining room just in case either of them brought home a 'special somebody'.
She advanced slowly.
... Oh. He did bring somebody home.
It was just her luck that she would walk in on when he finally got lucky.
Then, through her embarrassment she noticed something about the woman on top of her best friend. She was just too pale. Far too pale. Suzanna nearly went the same shade when she realized just what was on top of Bram.
A vampire.
Oh no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Bram murmured something incoherent while still under the trance, he was deathly pale. Suzanna immediately dived for her sword, but was stopped before she could get two paces.
At close range like this her odds went down drastically; even as the sun was coming up, there was only so much one could do with a creature several times faster and stronger than any human. Suzanna stiffened and waited for the worst. It never came. The creature simply stood there, smelling her, examining her with the uncanny precision that belonged only to the undead.
"What are you doing here?" Suzanna breathed.
The vampire seemed annoyed about being interrupted from examining her. She spoke briefly in an ancient accent. "It's just politics, darling."
She disappeared without even a breeze to mark her passing. Suzanna took a moment to catch her breath. She didn't breath again when she heard a great moan from the bed.
Bram got up on unsteady legs, even though he was much swifter than he was before, he careened straight into the window. The sun was risen as he placed his porcelain hands on the glass, they came back red and blotchy. He didn't notice.
"That chick was fantastic." He said breathlessly. "Although I don't feel very fantastic right now."
She looked on in mute horror.
"Expecially not with all this light." He says, tapping the glass with his nail and looking out the window irritably, "I don't remember it quite burning this much before."
The sun suddenly explodes from behind the horizon, bathing the entire room in golden sunlight. Bram hisses automatically. While shielding his eyes he gives a pleading look to Suzanna.
"You have to go." She said somberly. "Find some shelter."
Without another word he is gone. No argument this time. Suzanna felt quite depressed over that, but before plopping on to the bed, she notices something written on the wall.
In blood.
Party at midnight: 592 Wayworth -- Cheers. It wrote.
This couldn't be. This was the address of the company! Could it be that they were the ones that were responsible for all of this? Were they monstrous enough to turn her best friend into a monster-- No. she stopped herself, just misguided. Bram wasn't evil. They were.
She sighed.
The ethics of this weren't getting any nicer. However, all in all, she was going to have to save Bram, and there was a good chance that he saw the address on the wall and was going to be attending that party.
Therefore she would be there as well.
At the party.
God knows I'm tough enough...
Hero Subtype: The Atoner
Prompt: The Cake was a Lie
Custom Content?: Yes. Most notably a usable sword (that may be used later on ;]) and bite marks.
Side Kick?: Check
Word Count: 1,491
Our story begins in a tiny apartment in the heart of the Downtown of Sim City. Residing in one 6x9 is one Suzanna Trench and her room-mate Bram Adams. They live in crampt comfort, but comfort nonetheless, as Suzanna didn't need a square foot more. Bram never quite understood her feelings. However, Suzanna never really told him about her past though, nor about her other occupation: being a vampire hunter.
In all actuality though, our fair Suzanna is a fairly normal woman: she enjoys pancakes, dislikes large crowds, likes to dance in the rain sometimes, hates monkeys and loves everything science fiction. If she were left to her own devices, she would have nothing to do with the 'trade'. It was her employer, the so called 'Company' that got her started on her bloodsucker hating ways.
She may have been a horribly manipulated, but when she was a young girl living on the streets; when she slept in piles of trash in dark alley ways because they were warm, and ate rotting food from trash bins; when she was called scum every single day of her life and stepped on even more frequently; there was no second thoughts when the idea of leaving occurred, there was just never the chance to do so. Suzanna's parents had died. They were gone and she was alone. Whatever spirituality that remained from them was only enough to know when somebody up high really hated you.
So she couldn't really say no when an elderly woman came to her offering a warm safe place to sleep and good food to eat, no matter what they asked her to do in return. So she became a mass murderer! The company told her that they were dead anyways and it was natural for them to return beyond the void from whence they came. Her young mind took this logic and ran with it, she never looked back.
That was when she began her life. She still kept the job after she moved out-- much to the protest of her employer, they didn't want their best slayer running wild out of their protection-- the only sign of her continued employment was a pristine white envelope with a red seal that arrived at her doorstop with the name and address of her next victim. Other than that she didn't have to deal with them for the last five years, and although sometimes she caught herself dreaming about the old lofty green gardens, she had found her home in her small place, and relished every moment of independence.
Suzanna was quickly drawn from her thoughts by the familiar rambling of her room-mate. Sometime in the past he had walked in, and promptly began to talk. She estimated he started about 5 minutes ago judging by how wistful his voice got when he talked alone for long periods of time, so it was probably time to jump in. Although there was no doubt that he was used to talking at her while she was reading.
"--seen that giant org! It was so massive I had to throw my entire club at it for--"
Suzanna looked up from her horribly uninteresting book, "Really?" She says, feigning interest.
He stops in his tracks and looks at her, "Hello," he says tentatively, "That's the first thing you've said to me since I walked in."
She laughs, "Shut up and tell me how your actual day went."
"Ah, therein lies the problem, absolutely nothing happened." He says without missing a beat.
Suzanna looks back down at her book, "Hm, then the earth stopped turning. Shame I missed that."
"Nothing worth mentioning happened; it was dreadfully boring, and if it weren't for free Wi Fi, I would probably be dead right now." He said in all seriousness.
"Oh?" She said. It was in no way actually a question, but the way that Suzanna and Bram understood each other, this was the cue for him to continue talking-- not because she didn't care, but because he was relaxing.
Bram sat beside her at some point in his monologue. Her book was in no way more interesting than he was, and she was currently focusing on neither of them actually. Her mind was full of snow.
After about 100 pages of something, she noticed a pressure on her arm. She looked up from her book, it was dark outside and Bram was partially asleep on her shoulder, still mumbling something nonsensical. She closed the book and nudged him. "You wanna play something?"
His eyes opened and he realized that he was leaning on her quite closely, he moved away briskly, then paused to brush himself and her off, "Do I ever." He said.
They played until midnight. When at that point Bram was actually too tired to continue-- a rare sight indeed. Without much arguing they both retired into their respective bunk-beds and went to sleep, comforted in the presence of one another.
She woke up naturally at 5 am, it was a habit she still couldn't shake from her strict disciplinary training. Although Bram called it ungodly, she found it relaxing to be alone in the morning. Usually she was alone in the morning anyways.
He would never be up at this hour, she knew this. That didn't explain the strange noises and banging going through the apartment. She would blame the neighbours, but her bedroom didn't share a wall with them. There was also moaning that was getting annoying.
Her teeth desperately needed brushing first, all of this nonsense could wait. She padded out of the bedroom into the hall, the moaning suddenly went full blast. Holy crud, she thought, whatever was happening was going on right around the corner... It may have been on the Murphy bed they kept in the dining room just in case either of them brought home a 'special somebody'.
She advanced slowly.
... Oh. He did bring somebody home.
It was just her luck that she would walk in on when he finally got lucky.
Then, through her embarrassment she noticed something about the woman on top of her best friend. She was just too pale. Far too pale. Suzanna nearly went the same shade when she realized just what was on top of Bram.
A vampire.
Oh no, no, no. This couldn't be happening. Bram murmured something incoherent while still under the trance, he was deathly pale. Suzanna immediately dived for her sword, but was stopped before she could get two paces.
At close range like this her odds went down drastically; even as the sun was coming up, there was only so much one could do with a creature several times faster and stronger than any human. Suzanna stiffened and waited for the worst. It never came. The creature simply stood there, smelling her, examining her with the uncanny precision that belonged only to the undead.
"What are you doing here?" Suzanna breathed.
The vampire seemed annoyed about being interrupted from examining her. She spoke briefly in an ancient accent. "It's just politics, darling."
She disappeared without even a breeze to mark her passing. Suzanna took a moment to catch her breath. She didn't breath again when she heard a great moan from the bed.
Bram got up on unsteady legs, even though he was much swifter than he was before, he careened straight into the window. The sun was risen as he placed his porcelain hands on the glass, they came back red and blotchy. He didn't notice.
"That chick was fantastic." He said breathlessly. "Although I don't feel very fantastic right now."
She looked on in mute horror.
"Expecially not with all this light." He says, tapping the glass with his nail and looking out the window irritably, "I don't remember it quite burning this much before."
The sun suddenly explodes from behind the horizon, bathing the entire room in golden sunlight. Bram hisses automatically. While shielding his eyes he gives a pleading look to Suzanna.
"You have to go." She said somberly. "Find some shelter."
Without another word he is gone. No argument this time. Suzanna felt quite depressed over that, but before plopping on to the bed, she notices something written on the wall.
In blood.
Party at midnight: 592 Wayworth -- Cheers. It wrote.
This couldn't be. This was the address of the company! Could it be that they were the ones that were responsible for all of this? Were they monstrous enough to turn her best friend into a monster-- No. she stopped herself, just misguided. Bram wasn't evil. They were.
She sighed.
The ethics of this weren't getting any nicer. However, all in all, she was going to have to save Bram, and there was a good chance that he saw the address on the wall and was going to be attending that party.
Therefore she would be there as well.
At the party.
God knows I'm tough enough...
Hero Subtype: The Atoner
Prompt: The Cake was a Lie
Custom Content?: Yes. Most notably a usable sword (that may be used later on ;]) and bite marks.
Side Kick?: Check
Word Count: 1,491
#87
5th Jul 2012 at 1:31 PM
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Ghost_sdoj and Viva1994, both entries have been added to the table. Also, Viva1994, welcome to the forums! Just one thing...can you add your word count, pretty please? :D
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"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#88
5th Jul 2012 at 5:01 PM
Quote: Originally posted by Viva1994
*looks around* Oh wonderful! I appear to be the only one in here using TS2... Prepare for nostalgia folks! |
Well, if we're going to be honest, I would've used TS2, as it's my main game. But my only neighbourhood is on a strict rotation and waaaaaaay too large to keep on with the contest timelines. I flatout refused to mess up the system in Pleasantview over a contest, so off to TS3 it was! :P
(That and I have SO MUCH CC in TS2 it isn't even funny... Whereas I have pretty much nothing in TS3 because I never play).
#89
5th Jul 2012 at 6:44 PM
Posts: 22
Quote:
Originally posted by Forever Camp Well, if we're going to be honest, I would've used TS2, as it's my main game. But my only neighbourhood is on a strict rotation and waaaaaaay too large to keep on with the contest timelines. I flatout refused to mess up the system in Pleasantview over a contest, so off to TS3 it was! :P |
Haha, Pleasantview is my main neighbourhood as well! Except that instead of rotations I use a collage list to determine what household gets played. I'm sure my neighbourhood is actually quite young in comparison, the largest legacy has generation three growing up. I even used some legacy Sims in the story, an entire family is featuring later on... :D
T'would be happy Heaven: Word Count: 1,491. (I was horrendously over said word count for the longest time. Bleh.) I'm so happy to finally have an excuse to come on to the forums!
Is it normal to be this excited! It's my first time showing anyone anything about my game. Man, I am so pumped!
#90
5th Jul 2012 at 7:00 PM
Yes, it's perfectly normal to be this excited. XD
I get really excited every time I enter a contest. (Even when I'm consistently running in last place, and everyone else is dropping out. )
I am Ghost. My husband is sidneydoj. I post, he downloads, and I wanted to keep my post count.
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I get really excited every time I enter a contest. (Even when I'm consistently running in last place, and everyone else is dropping out. )
I am Ghost. My husband is sidneydoj. I post, he downloads, and I wanted to keep my post count.
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#91
5th Jul 2012 at 7:42 PM
Haha, yeah, my Pleasantview's slightly older - I'm in the middle of Generation 4 and 5 being born. Generation 2 should be pretty much all dead or close to by the end of this rotation.
#92
5th Jul 2012 at 9:04 PM
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Viva1994, I am so happy that you are excited and using this contest to venture out further. I love newbies for breakfa...er, contestants because everyone is so sweet and eager. Yeah, that's it.
Also, just edit your round post to add the word count in there so when judges are tallying up each entry, they don't have to look for a separate post to find that. I may or may not be writing a story for this contest to go with yours. I just ordered a new computer that should be here sometime next week so we'll see what happens when it gets here. Technically, it is my birthday present so I should probably be a good girl and not open it until August. But, that's just so far away!
Also, just edit your round post to add the word count in there so when judges are tallying up each entry, they don't have to look for a separate post to find that. I may or may not be writing a story for this contest to go with yours. I just ordered a new computer that should be here sometime next week so we'll see what happens when it gets here. Technically, it is my birthday present so I should probably be a good girl and not open it until August. But, that's just so far away!
Heaven Sims | Avendale Legacy
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
"On the internet, you can be anything you want. It's strange that so many people choose to be stupid."
#93
6th Jul 2012 at 1:06 AM
Last edited by Qnshr5 : 7th Jul 2012 at 7:33 PM.
Posts: 293
Round 1
Okay. Despite having suffered a slight concussion this weekend from a brutal laser tag battle in which I bravely fought off the enemy and was wounded gallantly saving the innocent lives of many (...or I ...errrr... ran into a wall... ), I have emerged triumphant with chapter 1 of my story. Yipppee!!!Running Out of Hero
Chapter 1
Helena Raye pretended to be completely absorbed in wiping down the bright green counters at the One Stop gas station and convenience store. She was actually watching two teens who were slipping candy bars into their pants pockets.
She was alone, again (the other clerk had bailed), trying to decide whether to confront the young thieves or turn a blind eye. It was only candy, right?
The bell rang as the door opened. A man walked up to the register.
“Can I get $35 on pump 4?” He asked.
She nodded, took his money, and entered the information in the computer. The man left. She looked over at the teens. The boys were failing at trying to look uninterested in the bottles of alcohol on the shelves. It was 2am. Where were these kids' parents?
The bell over the door chimed again.
“Where's your restroom?!” A man in a fancy white suit rushed in half dragging, half carrying a wasted blonde.
Helena pointed toward the back. The man pulled the woman along. She covered her mouth with her hand. The two disappeared into the women's room. Helena groaned. She'd take thieves over cleaning puke any day.
The guy who'd bought gas returned. He went over to the coffee machines. Out of the corner of her eye she saw movement. Coming around the counter, she intercepted the teens who were trying to sneak out.
“You have to pay for that,” she told them. If she had to wipe up vomit then they were going to take the brunt of her anger.
“Pay for what?” One of them said shrugging his shoulders like she was stupid.
“Excuse me,” Mr. Fancy Pants was behind her. “Do you have mouthwash and paper bags?”
“I'll be with you in one moment, sir,” she told him. Turning back to the teens, she said, “Either pay for it or put it back. Or I'm calling the police.”
She heard a click behind her.
“No one's calling the police.”
She turned around. The gasoline guy pointed a gun at all of them.
He ordered the teens and Fancy Pants to get down on the floor.
“I saw that Bwan Speedster you drove up in,” he said to Fancy Pants. “I've been thinking of trading my old truck anyway. So, how about those keys? And the wallet. No need to come close. Just slide them over.”
Fancy Pants glared as he shoved his wallet and keys in the guy's direction. The robber kept his eyes on him as he bent down and picked the items up. Now he turned to Helena.
“The cash register, my dear,” he said.
“We don't carry more than $50,” she informed him.
“That's fine,” he said. “I'll just re-coup my loss on the gas then. I've got more than I need right here.” He waved the stolen wallet in the air.
She thought about protesting, refusing, putting up a fight. But that was a lot of trouble over a few bucks. What did she care anyway? If this was how some loser paid for his mediocre life who was she to get in his way?
She started to go around the counter, but he stopped her.
“No tricks,” he said. “I'll get behind. You lean over.”
She grabbed a pack of gum to be the fake transaction that would open the drawer. This guy had no idea how vulnerable he was at that point. Right then. When he was completely focused on getting the goods. Someone could take him down easy. A maneuver to disarm and subdue the robber flashed through her mind. Simple. But not something she could do.
The cash drawer slid open to the man's delight. Then his gleeful smile faded.
“Hey! Kid!” He yelled. “Is that a phone? Are you recording this?”
The smaller of the boys froze in fear, his cell clattered as it hit the floor. “Uh... no...”
The guy pointed the gun at the boy. Helena caught the gaze of Fancy Pants. His eyes hardened as he slowly rose up on one knee. Great. He was going to try something stupid. A shuffling sound came from behind. The blonde stumbled toward them, clutching her stomach.
“Bry... Bryson...” She slurred, wide-eyed with fear. “What goin' on?”
She was almost next to Helena. The robber locked his cold weapon on her.
“Don't move!” He ordered.
Before he was calm. Now he was agitated. He was losing control of the situation. Unable to plan fast enough, he was beginning to panic. She read it all over his sweating face.
“Lorie, stop,” Fancy Pants ordered the blonde.
Either the woman didn't comprehend or she understood but had no control over her body. She moved forward tripping over her own feet. Helena had milliseconds to think:
...I ought to let the dummy get what's coming to her--People get hurt during robberies all the time--It isn't like she's necessarily going to die...
But this was easier to justify while watching a cashier fight back on TV. With it happening before her eyes, she found herself swinging into an old habitable mode. She grabbed the woman from behind, but it was already too late.
BANG!
She couldn't see it, but knew a bullet flew straight at the two women. Helena squeezed her eyes shut. She threw her hand out. There was a loud boom. A blast of air flung the women onto the floor. The sound of glass shattering filled her ears.
She opened her eyes. The drunk woman lay on top of her, moaning. Helena rolled her off and sat up. The teen boys both had their phones out now. They were excitedly exclaiming over what they had just witnessed. Fancy Pants was looking back and forth between the women and the gaping hole in the store's front window.
Helena stood. She slowly walked to what was once a window. Cool night air brushed over her hot skin. Sirens blared in the distance. On the pavement of the small parking lot lay the robber, eyes closed and unconscious. She couldn't tell if he were dead or alive.
“She's back!” One of the teens shouted. “Brio's actually back!”
Helena followed the gaze of the three males. They stared at the blonde who was on her knees, puking.
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Dr. Sarah Taylor filled the syringe with Helena's blood. “This will tell us if the disease has progressed since your little incident Thursday. Fortunately, all your other stats appear normal.”
Normal hadn't applied to Helena in ages, but she sat on the metal seat without complaining. Sarah's in-home exam room and lab was a second home. The locking steel door was open and she could see into the adjoining den where the TV was on.
“Do we have to watch this?” Helena asked. She still didn't like seeing her own blood being sucked out, but the alternative was worse.
“Heaven forbid you care about the world again.” Sarah rolled her eyes. “Besides, it's all that's on.”
She wasn't kidding. Ever since the teens' videos went viral two days ago all anyone ever talked about was the comeback. Now there was yet another wanna-be expert comparing the store video with seven year old footage.
“Judging from the energy blast,” the “expert” said. “Looking at the power, the speed, even the angling, leaves no doubt in my mind that this woman and Brio are one and the same.”
A video probably ten years old began to play. A blue haired female teen in skin tight clothes sat in an interview. She flashed a confident white smile.
“God knows I'm tough enough to bring justice anywhere, anytime.” She said winking and saluting the camera. “Brio will always be here for you!”
The screen divided and two pictures went up. One of the blue haired teen and the other of the blonde from two days ago (in a sober moment).
“Has she kept that promise?” The news anchor's voice asked. “Has Brio returned to us? Is Lorie Pierce Delkarta's prodigal daughter?”
They went on, but Helena stopped listening.
“Are they all stupid?” She crossed her arms. “Brio has no reason to come back. Have they completely forgotten how they practically buried her for not being their perfect princess? Why don't they run to their new heroes instead of pretending they want her back!”
“Calm down,” Sarah said. “So what if they think this girl is Brio? Someday she'll have to prove it. Let's wait and see before taking any action.”
Helena sighed. Sarah was right, but a terrifying thought nagged at her. “Aron...”
Sarah had been by her side for so long she didn't even have to finish.
“They're smarter than the media. They'll want more confirmation. Hopefully some small fry will take Lorie Pierce down before they decide to get involved.”
“And if not?”
Sarah shook her head. “Pray Aron's silence is because they've changed their ways.”
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Word/Pic Count: 1477 words/14 pictures
Event/Theme: Heaven Forbid
Round Excerpt: “God knows I'm tough enough...”
CC Used: Skin, hair
Bonus: Sidekick
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#94
6th Jul 2012 at 1:13 AM
Posts: 22
Aiieehh XD Totally not scared off here. Actually, I'm perfectly fine with being breakfast meat for the elder posters, so if you want to tear something off, my appendages await! Just be kind and leave something for me to type with...
ForeverCamp: Yeah you see, the killing off part is the thing that I can't really get around to, because my game is so dependant on children cycling, my few retirement homes usually get neglected. It's just a shame that my favourites die first, you know I'm actually looking forward to Sims 3 in that way, I'm just waiting for the game to be a little more well developed before I jump in.
Ghost: I like small contests, they be friendlier.
ForeverCamp: Yeah you see, the killing off part is the thing that I can't really get around to, because my game is so dependant on children cycling, my few retirement homes usually get neglected. It's just a shame that my favourites die first, you know I'm actually looking forward to Sims 3 in that way, I'm just waiting for the game to be a little more well developed before I jump in.
Ghost: I like small contests, they be friendlier.
#95
6th Jul 2012 at 4:53 PM
But if we eat Viva now, what will we snack on for the REST of the contest?
Seriously, though, Viva, welcome to the forums. We're aren't (usually) cannibals.
Seriously, though, Viva, welcome to the forums. We're aren't (usually) cannibals.
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#96
7th Jul 2012 at 1:41 AM
Last edited by waterjay : 9th Jul 2012 at 1:43 PM.
Posts: 159
Round 1: Day Thirteen...
Day thirteen; I’m still trapped in this horrible room of some random hospital for psychopathic and mentally ill people. I don’t understand what’s really going on, but one thing is certain: I’m not crazy. I’ve been told that all the tests I’m going through have nothing to do with any disease that deals with the brain and its functionalities. However, they do have something to do with what those scientists and doctors call a “supernatural gift”. “It’s something very rare”, they said, but I really can’t see anything rare in the ability of reading minds.
Yes, they call it a “gift”, but for me, it’s just an ability…
I keep thinking about how unfair all of this is. I really feel discriminated against: I was born with this mind-reading capacity; I don’t understand why they would do researches on me. I want to fight for my rights; I’m not different than others… or am I? Why was I kidnapped and caged in this gloomy place? Am I a dangerous person? …all of those questions don’t have an answer. Sure, I can read people’s mind, but I can’t read my own. This is why I have to stay strong… Yes, I’m determined; I tell myself that I’ll be strong… strong in front of this injustice, strong in front of those crucial questions I keep asking myself, strong in front of--
An unexpected knocking noise distracts me from my thoughts. As my eyes focus on the door, Dr. Amanda Will comes in. She walks to me, and whispers in my ear, accompanying her words with a giggle, “I swear, the patients here are healthier than my colleagues…”.
Amanda is a lady with typical Scandinavian traits: blonde hair, blue eyes, and a very pale skin. She’s been here supporting me since the very first day of my kidnap. She has that tremendous potential of brightening my day. I easily forget my anger when she’s around; especially when she starts throwing misplaced jokes about her work and her colleagues… She’s a true laugh a minute…
Her intentions are good. I can read it. Other staff members of the hospital try to entertain me as well, but I know they do it just to gain my confidence…
Speaking about staff members, a nurse just entered the damned room shortly after Amanda. “It is time for the daily tests”, she said with a loud, irritating, and high pitched tone of voice. I hate all the staff of this hospital like sin, except for Amanda, of course. I think I made it clear on my face how much I loathed these people, and apparently, Dr. Will understood immediately, so she tried to comfort me by saying “I promise I will find out why they do all of this… I know it’s wrong to force you doing these tests, I wish I could do more to help you, but for now I’m just an employee in this hospital and I have to follow the given orders…”
I just replied with a nod, as a sign of gratitude, and we went immediately to room 1007, the room where the tests took place. As usual, I stepped into the weird machine, and some random guy started clicking on a sort of advanced computer to start operating.
Usually, the side effects of those tests I get daily are limited to a short headache. This time however, they got seriously extended: It wasn’t just a headache; I was seeing the whole place turning around me, as if I was drunk. After exactly 3 seconds, my eyes and my brain couldn’t take any further challenge, so they just ordered my body to surrender. And that’s what happened: I fell on the floor, barely unconscious.
While progressively being knocked out, I lifted my head and looked for Amanda, as if I was drowning, and desperately in need of a life guard. I found her; she was in her typical position… She was about to say something, so I used all of my forces to try and stay awake just a few more seconds, in order to hear what she had to say… She said “Stay strong, Marcus, stay strong….”
It was the first time ever someone had called me by my name, apart from my mother of course. Her words being said, my body completely surrendered, and I fainted…
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I woke up. I was barely seeing anything, it was all blurry. A very familiar voice started calling “Marcus, Marcus! Marcus listen to me!”
I turned around, and I found myself in this old house, which was familiar as well. I saw in front of me a person. It was a lady, but I was still seeing blurry, so her image wasn’t perfectly clear to me. As my eyes started to see better, I recognized my mother’s traits… Dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a very pale skin… Yes, it was mother. She cried again with a loud voice “Marcus?!”
“Mother…?” I replied.
“Stay strong, Marcus, stay strong!”
… and her voice faded away, along with everything, leading me back to reality, in my hospital room. Amanda was there again… I analyzed her face, her looks, with all the tiny details. And it’s only back then that I realized that her resemblance to mother was at a very high and significant rate. Yes, they had very much in common. Perhaps it’s why I feel she’s a genuine person?
I scanned through her again, trying to find an answer to my previous question. I couldn’t read her mind this time… and this worried me. She decided to interrupt my analysis, as she said “Don’t worry; they didn’t do anything serious… Just a slight error in the machine’s coordinates. With their IQ level being lower than the dumbest animal on earth, I think this will take a loooonnggg time my dear!” and she left the room with a mocking attitude that expressed hatred and annoyance towards the other doctors…
I was so confused. Amanda had always been funny and sarcastic, but right when I was in the tests room, she showed a completely new aspect of herself. Mother was serious, and Amanda was as well during the machine operation. Maybe this is why I had this illusion of my mother calling me right after they had messed everything up…?
I realized I kept asking myself too much. All I needed was some rest. My mind was locked in a giant labyrinth. I REALLY needed to sleep and forget about everything…
I turned to the left, trying to find a glass of water. Instead, there were 2 small sticky notes. One of the notes said “Amanda Will”, and a hangman was drawn. The second paper had two words; one word consisting of six letters, the other word of four letters, the letters being represented by a small trait. I combined both notes, and what I obtained was:
“Amanda Will, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ “
I understood somebody wanted to play hangman. Who was it? No idea. I somehow felt that it wasn’t a simple hangman game, but rather a hidden message someone wanted to deliver me…
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Word Count: 1195 words.
Custom Content: Yes, I used too many. Deduct the 1 point! :P
Plot Point: Kidnapped.
Bonus: Amanda
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#97
7th Jul 2012 at 1:41 AM
Posts: 159
Sorry guys, I have no idea about how to use spoiler thingy. Any help is very appreciated! Thanks :P
#98
7th Jul 2012 at 1:50 AM
Quote: Originally posted by waterjay
Sorry guys, I have no idea about how to use spoiler thingy. Any help is very appreciated! Thanks :P |
The tags are [ spoiler=*insert text here* ] [ /spoiler ]
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#99
7th Jul 2012 at 2:02 AM
Posts: 22
Waterjay: The spoiler tags are just [ spoiler ] at the beginning, and [/ spoiler] at the end of the second you don't want spoiled (spaces removed)... there's a little html magic for ya.
ForeverCamp: Thanks! Oh how it's nice to finally see the sun after all this lurking!
ForeverCamp: Thanks! Oh how it's nice to finally see the sun after all this lurking!
#100
7th Jul 2012 at 2:21 AM
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Since Heaven said we had up until the end of the round to edit I fixed up a few things in my entry, mostly just two parts where the wording was weird and one paragraph that I absolutely hated so I re-wrote it to hint at something else.
Just thought the judges should know.
Just thought the judges should know.
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