Other June 2013 Challenge- Time to Vote!

[DreamingofRoses]

Congratulations to the winner of the May 2013 Challenge: Grey with " A Season of Plague"


Previous Winners:


Kashael, Artwork, "Grief"


Ehmygirl, Prose, "The Decay of Infatuation"


Per the request from multiple people, I'm giving you guys more time to make your submissions.


The themes for this month are here:


"Patience vs. Boredom"


"Vengeance"


"Battle of the Heroes" (For reference, the theme was specifically related to the Star Wars score of the same name, but using either the music or the title works for the writing theme.)


My apologies for the lateness everyone.


I'm not linking this month's entries since they're all on this page, but we have one from Ignitedstar, Lux__Wolf and Cookieninja7


Voting time! Submit Your Choices here!


The next challenge, which may be a little different, will be up on July 1st 2013. I will leave this thread open for anyone who wants to post a submission for the awesome themes anyway.

 

[Ignitedstar]

I was really hoping for "Confess the Truth", but this is the great thing about stories: They fit in more than one category.


I will try to submit something.

 

[DreamingofRoses]

I was really hoping for "Confess the Truth", but this is the great thing about stories: They fit in more than one category.
I will try to submit something.

I hope you do


If you submit something, I'll throw my hat in the ring too.

 

[Alexandra]

Nice, somewhat complex themes. This looks good.


Imma try and fix the lack of participation on my part by starting this *now*.


Also; idea forming.


I think I shall go make a post about my own creative process, as some people seem to be having a hard time making pieces according to a theme. Now, this shall only be from a visual art point of view...as I do not really write.

 

[Grey]

Surely going to combine Vengeance with Battle of Heroes.


Not sure if it'll actually have nuance, or just be a fun super burly brawl.


Also, thanks for your votes, folks. I appreciate it.

 

[Wolf Rawrrr]

Ah, a new challenge awaits. I already see my theme *howl*


Congratulations, Grey


And Ignited, take your time with it. Sit back, listen to some select background music and I'm sure it will come to you


Actually, I wouldn't be surprised if you won!


p.s. we'll have to get Grey out of the picture first, of course pssssshh

 

[Grey]

Aw, thanks, Wolf.


I'm behind seven minibosses. Come at me bro

 

[Doctor Calgori]

I like these themes. Doc will probably scrape something together this round.

 

[Millershipper]

Hmmm...'Patience vs. Boredom' and 'Vengeance' seem to fit together so very well....

 

[Ignitedstar]

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Theme: Vengeance, probably a little Patience vs. Boredom

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Lizard Wizard’s Epic

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Tall, ancient structures of blood and black were torn down more than many millennia ago. Only myths are able to retell of its existence. It was here where a Tyrant and his watchful tower once stood. It torched the once beautiful sky, turning the wondrous hues of nature’s loving blue into an ominous gray. The building’s tip could be seen all throughout the land, its foundation burrowing deep into the earth’s crust. It appeared to be made like a giant stone nail thrust and hammered into a groove of the planet where it would hurt all living creatures most.

The story tells that there was more than one. The Tyrant used these sore sighted pillars to mark his territory. He did not come to conquer. He came to destroy. When a kingdom fell to the monstrous power of his demonspawn armies, another tower would stand. Over the months and years to pass, one could search the landscape only to see dozens of hundred foot high stone needles. They were everywhere. They were unavoidable. It was impossible to escape them.

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The Tyrant did not take survivors nor did he enslave them. The legend says that as he walked the desolated lands, his footprints left behind horrifying creatures. Their flesh was some combination of red as molten flames and blacker than night. He employed as many mindless drones as he needed and swamped the land with them. These creatures could not be reasoned with. If a person were not one of them, they had to run for their life or get killed trying.


They were horrible days to live in. No one knows where he came from. He just… appeared one day, ready to destroy anything he and his hellish minions could touch en mass. Thousands of years of hiding and oppression followed suite. Survivors were constantly on the move, looking for areas to run and seek refuge from the Tyrant’s wrath, while he himself searched to squish any remaining hope. Every city, town, forest, mountain, valley, desert… he was done with it after it all turned to cinder.


After all of those years, there was a glimmer of hope. The story tells a different tale depending on where it is heard. Some say that there was one hero that stood to oppose the Tyrant. Others will say there were five. Yet more will say there was an army of champions at the helm, determined to end the Tyrant’s reign of death and oppression. People scattered across the world with the power to fight the Tyrant charged into the ranks of his legions and fought fierce battles, pushing the horde of monsters away from the lands they had parched of life for thousands of years. Slowly, the death-ridden wastelands gradually turned green with life. The limp-less gray skies began to once again draw in blue harmony. The restoration of nature brought hope to peoples’ souls.


The Tyrant attempted to falter the people that fought against him, but the heroes had developed ways to slay the demonspawn called from the steps of evil. He could not understand how now, they could fight back when so many years ago he squashed them like insects. With every passing day, the heroes liberated more the earth from the Tyrant’s grasp. And with every passing day, the Tyrant began to hate and fear the heroes.


The day came when the heroes stood on the Tyrant’s doorstep. It seemed like an impossible feat. Who were these heroes that sought to be free? As the door opened and they came face to face… the Tyrant laughed. The heroes were no heroes. They were the simple, same insects he had been destroying for thousands upon thousands of years. So how were they able to combat the Tyrant’s unstoppable legions? The answer became clear. The heroes… they were using what the Tyrant and introduced to their world. It was the same power that he used to conquer them all of this time.


Magic. They shot fire from their palms and lighting from their fingers. They had blessed their weapons with nigh invulnerability. They wrapped themselves in armor protected by magic. They were using abilities that should be far beyond their control, far beyond their comprehension… It couldn’t be possible. How were these inferior beings able to use the same assortment of powers?


The Tyrant fought the army of champions that came to his gate. At this time, the Tyrant’s mindless army was completely useless. Being destroyed left and right by his enemies. Though he fought, struggled, and killed many of the heroes, he would ultimately lose. How disgraceful to lose in battle to mere fleshlings.


… In the end, the Tyrant faced the victorious heroes and insulted them in their faces. The annoying insects could not destroy him. He was the source of their power! Without him, they would still be weak, useless fodder. Indeed, he was correct. The heroes were powerful yes, but they lacked the power to truly defeat the Tyrant for now and forever. The Tyrant wanted to be fed the hatred he had cultivated within the mortals after thousands of years of horrible deeds.

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The heroes knew that it was destruction and hatred that made the Tyrant strong. They knew not to use this against him, for it would surely destroy them. The heroes faced the Tyrant and told him that they would not do unto him as the Tyrant did onto them. The heroes fought—not out of hate for the Tyrant, but out of their love for life and their wish for freedom. They came there to prove to the Tyrant that love is more powerful than hate.


So they sealed the Tyrant away. They made a magical artifact made of the very stone the Tyrant brought to their world and placed his soul inside it. When the Tyrant’s soul took its resting place, his war-torn body dissolved into black dust. Now, the Tyrant was simply a soul and completely powerless. He could no longer do harm to the world and all of the creatures that live on it.


The resolution of the heroes made the Tyrant… angry. It was anger within his soul that brooded and gathered for all for the countless years that passed. He gave them their power—their ability to use magic and everything that derived from it. What did he get in return? Nothing but a worthless stone to inhabit ‘til the end of days. They had no rite not give him what he so rightly deserved. He swore revenge on the heroes… and all of their children… and their children… and the children after that. Every. Single. One. Would pay their fee... long past due.


… More time passed. The giant stone pillars the Tyrant made were torn down. For some people, those pillars became the foundation for their own buildings. As for the rest of the giant towers, they became ruins of a history many people wished they would soon forget. Civilization remade their towns and cities. The mountains, forests, and rivers recovered. The planet slowly healed as if it was waiting to be freed, just like the heroes that slayed the Tyrant. It was only a mere hundred years or so before it looked as if the Tyrant had never stepped foot on the planet.


The Tyrant became a thing of the past. He became a story to scare the kids. The world had moved onto other conflicts… where a new story begins.


1578 A.F., 16:00, Tyrant’s Ruins – Throne Room


He came rushing into the wrecked throne room, doing his best to shut the door behind it. At least, whatever was left of the door behind him. He was a pale skinned lizard man standing about five feet tall. He was quite a shrimp for one of his species. He certainly wasn’t a fighter. The scaly creature wore a simple hooded black robe, enough to cover everything from his head down to a foot off from the floor. His heart was beating fast and his breathing was quick. There was an awfully large stone in his scrawny hands. He spoke in a slightly raspy voice, “I have to hurry, I know that they’re coming. This is my responsibility…”


All of a sudden a voice emanated from the stone. It was loud, prideful, and deep. “My patience with you wears thin, minion! Stop talking and start the resurrection ritual. I have waited far too long for this day.”


“Yes, I know, Demon Master!” Minion had heard those three lines many, many times from Demon Master already. The lizardman was a bit dazed from his sprint running away from his pursuers, looking around the ruins of the throne room. His eyes pointed out a summoning circle made from ashes somewhere near the room’s center. In the center of the circle, there was a black… sludge-like object. The pale lizard made a hefty laugh. “There it is… the fruit of my decades of research. Yes, Master. Very soon, your soul will be free from that prison of stone, with your new body and—”


Demon Master interrupted. “Only a fool celebrates before victory. On with it, minion!” Minion shut up immediately and placed the stone on top of the black object. Stepping outside of the circle, the lizard grabbed a wooden stake and lit the opposite end on fire. As he began to chant, the flames began to flicker darker shades of red.


Om-myo-onm-mion-nyo-oy-yom-mno-oy-yon-nim-myon-nyo-oy,


Om-myo-onm-mion-nyo-oy-yom-mno-oy-yon-nim-myon-nyo-oy…


The door that the lizard had tried to keep shut was smashed open. Three people appeared from behind it. Two of them were human—one a man, the other a woman. Their third companion was some dog-like man/beast. The human male, equipped with a sword and wearing light plated armor shouted, “No! The lizard wizard has already started!”


“The flames!” The dog shouted, watching the torch that the lizardman was holding beginning to burn black flames. There is only one thing in the entire world who is associated with that kind of power. Without hesitating, he drew from his back an arrow and using the bow in hand, shot it straight at the torch. Lizard Wizard yelped with a little pain while dropping the black-flaming wood, now rolling away from all of them on the throne room’s ruined floor.


Lizard Wizard laughed at the dog’s folly. “I only needed that fire to start the ritual. You’re too late!” With glee in his eyes, the lizard shouted, “Rise, my master! Rise once more and terrorize the world! HAHAHAHA!!!”


“You’re the genius here Nerein,” the dog looked at the male human. “Now what?”


The circle of ashes began to glow a blood red. It all had moved to the center of the circle, now being absorbed by that black… thing. The stone had been consumed by the sludge moments ago. Nerein shouted. “We have to stop it! Argh, somehow. This can’t happen… We can’t let this happen!” The man had a quick idea… probably a stupid idea, but it was an idea. The man turned towards his female companion. “Alaina, gimme your sword!”


“What?!” Alaina stared at Nerein with many doubts. “I know what you’re thinking Nerein, but we don’t know what’s going to happen if we—”


The man shouted again, “ANYTHING that could happen is better than this!” Alaina quickly gave the man the sword she was carrying. A second didn’t pass before Nerein charged headfirst into the now ominously shining black sludge, now floating in the air and making a disgusting bulging shape and strange convulsing sounds.


Lizard Wizard had now realized what they were going to do. They couldn’t stop the ritual, but they could still… The lizard man began to charge for a spell screaming, “Noooooo!” But before he could launch the spell, Alaina and the dog had slammed into the lizard, rendering him unable to do anything. Alaina was holding the lizard’s mouth shut so he couldn’t mutter any more words for a spell. Their dog companion meanwhile held the lizard’s arms and legs tight so he couldn’t move. The three of them watched at their courageous friend struck the center of the bulging, black sphere with the sword.


Whatever that sword was made of, there was a reaction. Not a good one. There was glint of light within black sludge sphere thing. Lizard Wizard was watching in horror, unsure of what was happening. Would the ritual succeed? There was no way they could stop it… everything, everything that Lizard Wizard had worked for decades was all for this day. Everything was prepared. Having all of that work just to backfire at the most important moment… Cursed humans! Cursed… cursed everyone!


It took several seconds for that tiny glint of light to become a radiant blast of energy. Uh oh. The ritual… this only meant that it had been ruined. Noooooo… what was going to happen to the pride of his research? And… and what of Demon Master? His soul still resides in the stone. There wasn’t any time to think. In another mere seconds, everyone in the room was blinded by light. How odd, Lizard Wizard thought. To think that Demon Master’s powers all associated with evil and darkness, would emit light. This had to mean that the ritual failed…


1578 A.F., ??:??, Somewhere Outside – ?????


Lizard Wizard’s mind went blank… and then he found himself alive and awake. It was no longer dark… what was going on…? He didn’t know where he was, but he was outside. He could feel the grass underneath his belly. It definitely was not in Demon Master’s former throne room. The pale lizard could hear the birds chirping. Things seemed… peaceful. No… no…! This is all wrong! The world should be dark and oppressed…!


“MINION!!!” That… was definitely Demon Master’s voice. It seemed a lot louder though… like it wasn’t coming from a stone any more. Master was not happy… which must mean the ritual failed.


A hesitant reply from Minion, “Y-y… yes… Master?” Lizard Wizard looked around. Uh, where was he? He got up from off the ground and looked around. There was no Tyrant figure around him. Then Lizard Wizard suddenly got a completely and wholesome look at a spirit in front of him. It looked rather draconic and daemonic in image, but there was certainly no one of this figure that Lizard Wizard knew. Then it must be… “Master…?”


“MIIIIIIIIIIIINIONNNNNNNNNN!!!” The spirit head exclaimed much louder than before. That shrill voice. It was certainly Demon Master. “DO YOU SEE WHAT IT IS THAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME?!”


How to go about this? The lizard was scared beyond reason. Demon Master is a spirit without a body. This isn’t good. Oh, dear no… the punishment to be had…! “A… a… at… at least… you’re free?”


“Free? FREE?!” Demon Master angrily replies. “I am a beheaded spirit. A BEHEADED… ABSOLUTELY… POWERLESS… FLOATING… SPIRIT HEAD!!!” Suddenly, Demon Master’s uh, head grows to a monstrous size. It must be equivalent to the wrath he hands out. “I have been patient with you, but this… THIS…! Is the last of it.”


Lizard Wizard gasped in pain. The lizard gets on his knees begging for mercy. “No, Master! Please don’t! Forgive me!”


“You have failed me for the last time, minion!” screamed the floating spirit dragon demon head.


“NO MASTER WAIT!” Lizard Wizard needed to think of something that would ease the Master’s current situation and temper. “Oh—I know! Master, the Black Soul Vessel! I specifically made it to be indestructible just as you were in all of your past glory! Whatever those meddlesome humans did, surely it could not have been destroyed. Please Master, I can still be of assistance if you would let me…”


There was a large sigh of hesitation from Demon Master. “Then where is it?”


… That. Might be a problem… Surely there is no soul that is occupying the Black Soul Vessel at this point in time. After all, Demon Master was the only soul within the ritual’s vicinity. The ritual was also specifically made by Lizard Wizard to pinpoint and only use Demon Master’s soul. One could not mistake any soul for a 40,000 year old Demon Tyrant. It is impossible for—


“Hiii!” Said a rather… squeaky voice. Whatever it was, it bounced on top of the lizard’s body and sent his face straight into the dirt. What in the world…? Lizard Wizard coughed and wheezed, dirt in his mouth and all over his lips. What reckless little girl would... Hmm, there was this black thing. Like, a toy. Sitting on Lizard Wizard’s back. And it stuck on him. Like it was made of black… sludge.


“Oh… oh no…” Lizard wizard said thinking of the ramifications.


“Who are you supposed to be?” said Demon Master at this intruder.


“My name is Anna! I’m four years old!” said the toy. It had the distinguishing features of a cat. Those ears and those whiskers, although the rest of it didn’t look like a cat at all. It was definitely some kind of stuffed animal. “I was following you guys around. You looked like you were having fun! Then these other people came by and it looked like you were having a big party, so I came too and then was this BIG white light and then I got so excited—and then I dunno for some reason I’m like this now.”


Lizard Wizard and Demon Master looked at each other. The lizard just… wanted to die now.


Demon Master looked none too pleased. “You… Minion, mistook me… an all-powerful world destroying Tyrant, for a 4-year old little girl?”


“Nooo no no no!” This is all wrong! Lizard Wizard tried to explain, but he was too afraid of Demon Master’s wrath. “I swear, this is all… it’s just it’s just a a a s-s-s-et back—I can—I know I can I can fix—fix… this… I think?”


The floating dragon demon head stared at Lizard Wizard straight in the eyes. Their eyes were locked into one another, Demon Master glaring directly into his soul. The lizard was paralyzed… he could see in Demon Master’s black pupils of pure evil, all of the horrible torture and punishment that awaited him.


… Demon Master’s mouth made a crack of a smile. And then, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AHAHAAHA HAHA HA HA HA HA AHAHA HA AHAHAH AHAH AHAH AHAHAHAAHAHAAHAH HHHAHAH AHAHAHA HAHAHAHA AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA HAHAHAH AH AH HAHA HAHAH HAAH HA HA HA HA HA HAHAAH HAH AHAHA…”


… Huh?


“What’s so funny?” asked the black sludge stuffed cat toy. “Grown-ups laugh at weird stuff.”


Demon Master’s loud laughter continued for about another thirty seconds. After that, it was still difficult for him to hold his composure. “Hahaha.. This is hilarious!”


“Am… am I… ?” Lizard Wizard wanted to know if he was still supposed to kick the bucket.


“I think not, Minion. Pffft hahahah… I have a better idea. I think I will stick around and watch how much you screw this up. Hehehe heheheee… ”


“What do you mean, Master?”


“Fine, I will say it since you are too stupid to see it yourself,” the floating head insulted. “Your consistent failures have caught up with you, Minion. And this little girl is all of punishment you need… and all of the entertainment I want! Ah ahahahah hahahah!”


The lizard man knew what that meant, but he so wanted his Demon Master to have meant something else. “You mean…?”


“You said it yourself, Minion. The Black Soul Vessel is YOUR responsibility. And THERE it is. With the soul of a little girl. A four year old human girl with all of the powers of a forty thousand year-old Demon Tyrant. AHHHHH AHAHAHAAHAHAH HA HA HA AHA HAHAAHA!!!”


… Lizard Wizard knew that he said earlier that he wanted to die then. No, he wants to die. Right now.

 

[Wolf Rawrrr]

I know I'm probably supposed to keep the pre-election silence, but Ignited that was one awesome story *bark*


Really made me laugh


The Tyrant's reaction at the end surprised me though. Didn't figure him for the type to give up and laugh lol

 

[Lux___Wolf]

Prose. Theme: Vengeance - Patience vs. Boredom - Battle of the Heroes

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"Rather Burn Than To Freeze"

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By the time I was done, he got nothing left

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Vengeance was patient, gorgeous under the sun

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But am I sorry? Tell me, am I cruel?

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Because I keep thinking, ain't it what he begged for?

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The beasts, tall and strange,

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Were shouting that apathy!

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Was the absolute reverse!

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Of all parts fascinating!

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The angels, fallen deranged,

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Were whispering that patience..

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Was oh bitterer..

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Than all the gold you'll lose..

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Well, I sound the alarm and I call bull

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They got it all wrong, been to this island before

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Monotony was just monochromatic suicide

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That took forever where God won't follow

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My lover, my foe, loudly dreamed to be

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The only predator in this foreclosed house

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The wildest emperor with me, his mouse

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Golden irises burnished and forlorn

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Snarling pupils as abysmal as me

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And all because I darkly knew

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I refused to let David win

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Wasn't scared of his fists

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Nor the bite of his bark

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I seen an uglier monster

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In the mirror at night

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But he hurt me at the worst time

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I was bored and he was alone

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My poor prey had no idea

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What almost slept in his arms

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Ennui is mold, damp and cold,

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Quick to hollow out your eyes

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Patience is the hidden animal

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Making all the classic promises

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That war's a long time coming

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But once you sign that contract

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With the soul you've always felt

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You will burn him, baby, and burn yourself

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Still smoking from hell, still no turning back

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I've always made my enemies cry

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Make them bleed from their eyes

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I realized that's what I been waiting for

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Doesn't feel good, but it's better than nothing

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I've always made my enemies cry

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Damage them deeper than I

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What else is there to be waiting for

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Doesn't feel good, but it's better than nothing

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By the time I was done, he got nothing left

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Vengeance was patient, gorgeous under the sun

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But am I sorry? Tell me, am I cruel?

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Because I keep thinking, ain't it what he begged for?

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[DreamingofRoses]

Alright guys, I'm extending the deadline by a couple of days. I hope to see more entries in by the 26th. Mine will be up as well.

 

[Wolf Rawrrr]

Thanks, Dreaming. I had something in the works, and then sort of forgot about this and then panicked later, so it is good to know there's still some time.

 

[CookieNinja7]

Theme: Vengeance

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I watch, sitting in the corner,

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as one of us falls prey.

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A victim of the un-ending torture,

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in the absence of light, not a ray.

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Many of us are on the floor,

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Absolutely still, they lay.

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If God existed why are we here,

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why should we try and pray?

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"You are not worthy of freedom,

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fairness, trust." They say.

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Why shall I look ahead,

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Or look behind at my stay?

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For today, tomorrow,

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a month's time. It will be the same as any old day.

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I live to get out of this hell hole, to

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avenge everyone. From this delicate path I will not sway.

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I live to get out of this hell, to avenge

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all the dead. From this delicate path, I shall never sway.

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Just a random poem a came up with, this is my first time entering, and it's just random- I decided to give it a try anyways so yeah.

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Good luck everyone.

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[Grey]

Mine will be in before too long. Already drafting something. It's going to be a fairly straightforward super burly brawl since none of this month's themes make me feel like imitating depth.

 

[DreamingofRoses]

Alright, I know it's actually the 28th and not the 26th like I said, but I've been brain-dead for the past week. This is my promised submission, but it won't be going into voting since it is late. Hope you enjoy


Voting will be up shortly, I won't be taking submissions for themes since we have a huge backlog and it's actually really late. Voting will be given a week and the winner will be announced, but July challenge will be up on time so winner will be announced late.

Spoiler

Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.


Blue eyes glanced up from the book they had previously been examining to stare into the restless brown eyes of a former ally. They held for a second before pages flipped as reading resumed. Footsteps resumed, the agitated pattering audible between the clicks of the clock.


Tick. Tock. Tick.


Sigh.


Tock. Tick. Ding Dong.


"Finally! Move your a--"


The book thumped shut accompanied by an amused sigh. "No need for vulgarity. Go on, I'll be there in a second."


"Fine with me. You're dead."


"We'll see."

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The arena was filled with standing masses, some cheering, some bored as they waited for their turn on the floor. Two figures, one willowy and robed, one stocky and tall in armor, faced each other silently. A moment's pause.


Pt.


Crackle.


Steel met sizzles of electricity sending arcs of it dissolving into the blood-trampled dirt, as the Champion confronted the Seeker for insult most dire.


Clang!


Crunch!


Zhweeeeerng


Splorg.


A mixture of cheers and boos echoed as the armor-clad child jumped on the now corpse of the robed girl. "And that's why you don't loot my kills!"


A small chuckle escaped from the 'corpse' as the victor stopped jumping and began walking out of the arena. The knight, arms held high and encouraging cheering from the crowd, was too distracted to notice. She also failed to notice the slight distortion of light that followed her towards the entrance. There was no sound, but a black-clad figure appeared behind the now-prone form of the knight. He began stripping the armored corpse of its armor and weapons, and another voice appeared in the channel. "And that's why you shouldn't kill characters ten levels lower than you. They tend to be alts."


Uproarious laughter came from the person running the mage as they logged off, heading back to their book to let the death timer run down, leaving the 'victor' of the duel to fume at the screen.


((If you know nothing of MMOs I apologize for this entry. If you don't get it, since PC's in games are generally 'heroes' they get titles. People take getting loot from killed bosses or other enemies very seriously. There are places in multiplayer games where people can fight against each others and there are some real upper-level jerks out there.


Incidentally, I was tempted to recreate the fight between Urral and Lenore from Darkening Skies for this entry.))

 

[DreamingofRoses]

Just for the people who get alerts: link to voting is up. Reread the last half of the OP, please.

 

[Grey]

I feel bad for not submitting, but this week has been +1 Social Traits for Grey, so uh, good luck everyone. I shall be watching in silent judgement and posting a story unrelated to the challenge yet coherent with themes.


Also I am quite tipsy, due to a fun night out with a friend leaving the country.


Man, when I am wealthy I'm taking RPdom out. In Cork.