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Edited by DTL:
1/5/2014 4:26:12 PM
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Bungie.net Writing Contest (With fabulously lackluster prizes!!)
Here ye, writers of the Bungie community:
I challenge you all to write me a story. A story of love and hate. Passion and desire. Of good vs evil, and the struggle of all mankind. I want this story to be the greatest combination of words the world has ever seen. It must make us laugh, and it must make us cry. This story will be scrutinized by the highest authority of everything that is everything.. the Bnet community. Your story will be held to the highest standards of literary genius, and if your work succeeds, you'll be modestly rewarded with your choice of one of two Xbox Live arcade codes I happen to have lying around. (The Maw, Robotron: 2084)
Are you up to the challenge? If so, here are the rules..
1) The hero/heroes of the story must include a member of the web team and mod team.
2) The villain/villains of the story must include a member of the web team and mod team.
3) All other characters in the story must be Bnet members and/or celebrities, musicians, famous fictional characters, etc.
[b]Keep it clean-ish, and keep it fun. Outright flaming, bigotry, etc will disqualify your entry.[/b]
Voting:
To vote for your favorite story, reply to the story with a "+1". Feel free to comment on the story however you like, but your comment will only count as a vote if it begins with "+1". This way, you can change your vote later if you need to by editing out the "+1" from your previous choice. Duplicate votes by a poster will be ignored completely, resulting in none of them counting.
I will reserve my vote to resolve any tie-breaker needs we may come across.
Whichever story has the most votes on the deadline of [b]Sunday, January 5th[/b] will be crowned victorious and given the choice of codes. (The runner-up will be offered the remaining code.)
Do it for glory. Do it for power. Do it for an arcade game you probably won't play, but what the hell it's free, right?
LET THE GAMES BEGIN!
[b]~~ Game Over, Man! ~~[/b]
First, I'd like to thank everyone who participated. You guys provided some creative and hilarious stories over the last week. I'm sorry we didn't get a bit more interaction, but at least a few of us had a great time reading your work.
The contest ends with a tie between DE4THINC4RN4TE and ChorrizoTapatio, each with a very manly vote count of one vote a piece. DE4Th provided us a insider's look at the release of Bungie.next, while Chorrizo offered a tale of war amongst the ranks.
Due to the tie.. I will be the deciding vote.
It's a tough choice, and each story deserves a place on the shelf next to any great work of literature... but ultimately, I chose Chorrizo's because of the inclusion of average Bnet members and a twist ending that made M. Night Shayamalan himself wake in a cold sweat.
Congratz, Chorrizo! I'll PM you in a second with your choice of codes.
Thanks again to everyone who participated in this, I hope everyone had a good time.
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Entry 3 -The Adventures of Harley Jones, P.I.- It was a cool afternoon in Tintown, a slight rain had begun to fall as the sun slowly sank over the horizon. I was about to give up on this operation until a shady looking fellow followed by two others exited the building to my right. This had to be him, the notorious mobster “Frankie Two Toes”. Suddenly a car rolled around a corner and the three men stepped inside. They then proceeded to the end of the street and then sped off down the road. I wheeled the car out of park and sped after the trio. My name is Harley Jones, Private Eye Inc., and these troublesome thieves that I was hunting weren’t your every day crook. They had robbed the past 15 banks of other tows across the state, as well as a mass murder of at least 60 people. They’d since then gon into hiding sitting fat and happy on millions of dollars in stolen 24k gold and the blood of the innocent peoples they slaughtered. It was hard to follow their trace and still remain incognito on a dirt road with only two cars on it, one being mine. But that silence didn’t last long at all as one of the henchmen opened the sunroof of the sedan and opened fire on me. Instinctively I ducked as the bullets cracked glass and pinged off the hood of the car, so I did the only logical thing possible. The engine moaned as the car climbed to top speed and then I was flung threw the windshield as both vehicles collided. My body ached as I climbed from the twisted heaping lump of metal, and as my vision returned I saw him. Frankie was making a run for it! It all of my remaining strength to do it but I pulled myself together and began pursuit. I grabbed a Tommy gun from one of hid dead cronies and mashed the trigger down. A spray of brass engulfed the field in front of him until one struck him in the leg, toppeling the crook. I cringed once more as the nurse applied the rest of the bandages to my aching side. She was a good girl, I nodded, and she walked away to treat to the other patients in the room. Pulling the thick overcoat over my wounds still stung, even through all the thick gause wrappings around my side. Frankie was behind bars, after all, he couldnt go too far crawling on his hands and knees could he? Nevertheless, this only seemed to be the beginning of things again. The war was over, crime flourished throught the country, and I was going to be the man to put a stop to it.
