Oh my God! Look upon our 17 offerings, each created within 6 days and on the 7th, we voted.
God bless Mummy and Daddy and especialy Uncle Psykokow who won last week with a touching Drabble about the death of his little cat. I told the church elders about Uncle Psykokow's touching, but they just brushed the matter under the carpet.
Deliver us lord from temptation and forgive us our sins. Well, forgive sins like murder and coveting thy neighbours' asses. But for the sin of VOTING FOR THEIR OWN DRABBLE!! let me strike down upon them with great vengeance and furious anger. And they will know you are the Lord when I lay My vengeance upon them.
01 - Alien - The Alien Chronicles: Part 4
The universal translator then crackled a new translation
Oh hear me lord, oh hear me weep
On bended knee before I sleep
I offer you a poem prayer
Save me lord from thy slayer
No riches have I to give to you
A good drabble, I have no clue
Psykokow ripped it off again
His brother Simoof in lots of pain
The rest are all a mere story
Not worthy of your divine glory
On bended knee I pray to you
A Cobra MkIII, not one or two
The two captains were so moved by the poem, they shot Simoof.
02 - STRONTIUM DOG - I prey I am not promoted in my last moments before I am transferred
captain Grim saluted his cadets,
inspecting the line of 200 men before him brasses gleaming by the filtred nearby starlight on the Larboard side.
"Alas men as you know by now lieutennant Dimm disobayed orders that would have kep him alive.
let that serve as a warnning to yall, and as such has created a vacancie for my new lieutennant,
are there any volunteers for the prestigiuos position step forward one pace?"
all the men except two stepped back 1 pace in unison.
cadets Lister96 and Smoof began to fight were upon Smoof died...........
"congratulations lieutennant Lister96" said the captain.
03 - Frank - The Hunter and his Pray
The two spacecraft were swirling in normal space after the interdiction. The pirate was setting up for his attack and then drew a bead on his prey, a cardinal red Sidewinder with a yellow cross.
"Son, you'd better start praying."
"I don't believe in any hokum about higher powers. The highest power I know are these twin beam lasers." But they didn't seem to be doing much against this Sidewinder's shields. The pirate cursed. He had an idea of what's happening.
Three Anacondas dropped into existence around him, all with the same cardinal red paintjob.
"Son, you'd better start praying."
04 - moose666 - Calling god on the porcelain phone
It was one of those parties, record breaking sag A runs tend to have them once the victorious crew return.
The first officer of the Greased Lightning staggered towards the head as fast as he dared.
Perhaps, downing two whole bottles of Indi Bourbon in an hour wasn't such a great idea, for his liver was conspiring with his stomach for a messy revenge.
He reached his objective, knelt down, and grasped the porcelain 'altar' before him.
In his last moments before losing consciousness, he recited the prayer given by over lubricated party goers the galaxy over.
"Oh God, BLEARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRGH!"
05 - Ian Phillips - How space cat really died
A mighty sound ripped though the room, waking the ship's cat. It was quickly followed by a strange, strangled sound as the space engines strained. The cat fled.
Psykokow toggled a switch and went to inspect the engines. Space cat darted through the opening door hiding as best she could. She gagged, regurgitating something unpleasant.
A hand reaching to open the access hatch smeared a soft damp ball across some contacts and shorted the panel. The cat was caught in the surge and died in a puff of grilled fur. Her last thought: "Please let there be no more farts"
06 - psykokow - GM Greens
Dr Ted stood nervously at the front of a room full of his peers.
Finally this was it, his moment in the lime light.
The solution to growing crops in hostile environments was ready for sharing with the world.
These special plants would feed millions and be impervious to the normal blights of vegetables.
He coughed into the microphone and it squealed loudly, fading away leaving the room engulfed with anticipated silence.
“So you see, these bugs and insects and infections are now dealt with by the genetic modification and they now become” He went on to explain “lettuce prey”
07 - Listeri69 - Remember and Testify brothers...
The wind howled around the grave site.
'He wasn't 'alf windy' Docstone pointed at the coffin
'Wind wasn't the only thing that came out of him' Lister added
'Psykokow cleared his throat and began to speak
'Dearly beloved, we are gathered here to pay respects to Simoof who died many times in his life but most seriously last week....'
At that moment a gust of wind inflated psykokows onesie and slammed him 60ft into the Onez church spire he slid down the clock face in two pieces.....
'Death must have a two for one offer on this week' Docstone commentated.....
08 - Simoof - Eggistance is futile
Floating powerless for days.
Oxygen levels ok.
Water aplenty thanks to re-sike.
Food!
That's the issue.
It's also the reason why Tommys on the otherside of the cockpit window.
Body weak.
Mind faltering.
+++++++++++
Awakened,
Bright white blur becomes smiling face
"Don't move. We need to get some food into you. You're hours away from your body completely shutting down"
Subdued
I rest.
+++++++++++
Eyes heavy,
breath laboured
The mood has changed
Coms clash and clatter
"We ordered hours ago - put the chef on!!"
The room dissolves.
My slowing heartbeat is my final prayer...
"Chef Psykokow here... the eggs are nearly done"
09 - Iain M Norman - Prayer to Self
The slow motion star-field rotated before me, framed by my misted remlok. My laboured
breathing was deafening in the silence. I had run out of time.
I waited…
I always knew it was utter crap, there’s no flashing before your eyes, no fast-forward
replay of your life. Nothing.
So this is it. The End.
What a pointless waste of toil. Years of upholding the pretence of contentment, stuck
in the same repeated patterns, striving for the perfect life.
Now I know the truth, you can’t get there, it’s not for sale. You lie to everyone, you lie
to yourself.
I wish I’d let myself be happier.
10 - Edith_The_Hutt - On the precipice of greatness...
Oh happy day!
"This is it," thought Hengist Duval, "today I start ruling like a real emperor"
A good marriage, recovered health and a firm hand on his warring underlings, it was all coming together. The only hurdle was enduring countless impetuous fools trying to shake his hand.
Another rushed forward, "Brendan Paul Darius" whispered an imperial aide helpfully. A breach of protocol, but on his wedding day Hengist Duval couldn't afford to show ill temper, he smiled and offered his hand to the oncoming well wisher while inwardly scowling:
"Let this be the last idiot I deal with today"
11 - Galactic Midden - Pray that autopilot becomes a feature after all
Supine and bare I lie, my thoughts half formed, my voice unspoken. I barely hear the melody of tears beside me.
A strong chill envelopes my rapidly cooling skin. "The buggie's chewed a wheel" a voice drifts out as airlock vents spin up to re-pressurise the tiny cabin, "we can't drive back"
A sob by my cheek makes me turn towards the noise; a tear falls onto my forehead.
"We need evac now!" strong warm notes triggering my own.
The deeper voice returns with purposeful urgency, "This is Scarab-2 activating emergency Cobra evac, MAYDAY!... pray they hear us little Frank"
12 - Missileman - For all of our sins.
'Give me a prayer in my final moments' the old man gasped to his priest 'have I not led a good life?
'Some would say you led an exemplary life, and I'm sure others would say you are the scum of the earth who took everything they had away from them and more.
The old man chuckled and coughed a young woman dabbed at his mouth with a cloth.
'It has been too long since i saw the stars, but I shall see them again soon'
the priest nodded 'Are you sure you want to go through with this Emperor?'
13 - Erik Marcaigh - Skydiving
As Simoof fell towards the planet, he was joined by a giant sperm whale and a potted petunia.
As the petunia muttered, "Not again...", the whale began making conversation with Simoof.
"Oh, hello there! Fancy meeting another in mid.... what is this we're in? Ahhh, I can breathe it in, so, ahhhhir. Air! Yes! I'm a... um, what am I? Wha.... in air? Whair? No, no, that does not sound right."
Simoof muttered, "Ale... thirsty."
"Wh.... ale! Yes! Whale! Perfect! What are you?"
Simoof looked up at the retreating ship, remembering the promise. "Want... Candy."
"Oh, you're Candy! So..."
*SPLAT!!!!*
14 - CMDR Texas Stu - Temperature Critical!
One quarter of the way back to inhabited space I made the mistake so many others have made, I fell asleep while scanning a star.
I awoke with a start as the sparks were lighting up the cockpit and the death-knell of the inevitable.
In a blink of an eye I swore to myself, prayed to the universe for time to stop long enough for me to evade and then it happened;
the moment of calming relaxation, of being one with the galaxy, my ship and.. the.. star...
It was too late. The ship’s computer chanted her death-knell, “EJECT.. EJECT..”
15 - MrMogadon - ..then the canopy breached
“God, I beseech you to hear my most fervent prayers, in this my hour of need.
I come to you as a quite recent but truly devout convert, repenting my life of sin. Honest.
I have strayed from the path into money lending, murdering, gun-running, piracy, slaving, and coveting, so much lovely, squelchy coveting. But these, I only did in a casual way, so I’m sure that doesn't count.
Being omniscient as you are, you can tell that I’m really, really serious.
I implore you to let me safely dock, with my cargo intact.
Lord, please give me a sign....”
16 - SkipRat - The descent.
The sound of buckling twisting metal reverberated through the python like death’s final words as the ship span out of control.
Frantically, Marcus fought with the controls and power management systems to get some, any kind of power back into the engines before the ship hit the atmosphere of the gas giant.
But no matter how hard he tried, it just…
“COME ON!” he screamed
As red glow from the rapidly heating hull intensified, Marcus sat back in the chair taking out a family picture.
“I promise everything will be fine” he prayed, as a tear rolled down his cheek.
17 - Darkoba - Thermometer
Most of the instruments were dead. I couldn't read interior or hull temperatures, utilise weapons or scanners, and had no fuel to jump to a repair shop.
I'd emerged close to a hot star, I had some shield power, I could refuel; the gauge still worked.
Scoop open, I edged into the corona. The temperature rose.
Lunch ignored on the dashboard, I tried to think of a prayer. It might help, but it'd been a long time; I was rusty.
A hiss! The Spam on my toast was sizzling. I knew the prayer!
"Please let me refuel before lunch burns!"
