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  • 1 - Frank - Formic Acid

    4 50.00%
  • 2 - Fletchmo - This is the end, my friends

    2 25.00%
  • 3 - Spaceman Si- A Slight Misunderstanding

    3 37.50%
  • 4 - Phong - Lights Out

    2 25.00%
  • 5 - JetsonRing - Liver-y

    2 25.00%
  • 6 - Galactic Midden - Livery? I Wear It My Way (Goodbye Kow) - Frank Sayonara

    2 25.00%
  • 7 - Cmdr Pseudonym - Tommy can you find it?

    1 12.50%
  • 8 - Listeri69 - Radiohead : What the hell were we doing here?

    1 12.50%
  • 9 - Phong - The Wreck Of The Narrative Ark

    3 37.50%
  • 10 - Skiprat - The trouble with a new livery and uniforms.

    2 25.00%
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Thread: Drabble Short Story Contest - #279 - LIVERY

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    Drabble Short Story Contest - #279 - LIVERY

    Our huge congratulations go to Frank on a great win, and so here is it... my last drabble competition, the last abraka drabble show..

    Join me 7pmish tonight... for some chaos...

    http://twitch.tv/psykokow

    LIVERY

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    1 - Frank - Formic Acid
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    The squadron filed through the docking slot into the station. None of the ships were larger than a Vulture, each painted black and sported their decal of an ant.

    A docker admired how efficiently they landed. "That's pretty neat flying. I like the name of the squadron 'The Black Ants'. It shows what a precision team of small fighters can do."

    Washington smirked. "We used to be 'The Black Panthers'. There was a White South African pilot who must have taken exception to our skin colour. He gave us our new name before we blew him out of the aether."


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    2 - Fletchmo - This is the end, my friends
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    The Shady Lady's crew were in mourning. Even after a new paint job, the lustre was somehow diminished.


    The Hutton flag at every station across the galaxy was flying at half mast to reflect the untimely passing of dear old Cecil B. Trumpington.


    His poor abused body had finally succumbed to the centuries of excess, having survived a fair few decades longer than his brain.


    Vinegary Tettoon mulled for a good while, before deciding that instead of painting the python purple again, the new livery should be livery brownish as a mark of respect to his dear departed drinking companion.


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    3 - Spaceman Si- A Slight Misunderstanding
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    "We have finished the work you commissioned on your Cobra, commander, and I think it is safe to say you will have a unique ship to display to the galaxy. We're excited by it, we hope you are too."

    The shipyard manager beamed expectantly as he led his client into the bay.

    The commander winced as she stared at her vessel, which dripped with blood from the offal that had been neatly glued to every available surface.

    "Well it's certainly different, but when I said I wanted a new livery , that wasn't quite what I had in mind" , she sighed.

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    4 - Phong - Lights Out
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    Kow was getting desperate,and they were running out of thyme.He peered at the grubby slip of paper scrunched in his paw, trying to make out the words scribbled on it.
    'Kitten knees?' he muttered. 'That can't be right.The emperor is expecting a sumptuous banquet,a feast for the ears,and all i have to offer is a few offal puns.'.
    He shouted to a passing footman, 'Have you seen Simoof?'.
    'He's down at the loading dock fetching dessert,'said Midden,brushing crumbs of black pudding from his uniform.
    'What is it ?' asked Kow. 'Another load of tripe?'

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    5 - JetsonRing - Liver-y
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    “Whatcha making?” Molly asked, watching her CMDR crank the grinder, tendrils of meat squirting out of the device.
    “Burgers” Kadian replied, his arms bloody up to the elbows as he cranked wildly, a grin on his face.
    “If they taste liver-y, I’m going to punch your lights out. Ugh, you know I hate that stuff”.
    Kadian just smiled that odd smile and kept cranking.

    Later, after dinner Molly said “That wasn’t half bad. What kind of meat did you say that was?”
    “I didn’t say” replied Kadian, “but Tharg-burger might be the new Kobe beef after I’m done”.

    Molly retched.

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    6 - Galactic Midden - Livery? I Wear It My Way (Goodbye Kow) - Frank Sayonara
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    And now, the end is near
    And so I face the final drabble
    My friends, I'll say it clear
    I'll make my case, of which I'll garble

    I've lived a life that's full
    I've travelled most near every spaceway
    And more, much more than this
    I pew it my way

    Regrets, I've had a poo
    Pardon me, pew pew I meant then
    I shot what I had to shoot
    And gave good pew without ejection

    I planned each targets death
    Each laser blast along the broadside
    And more, much more than this
    I pew it my way

    Yes, there were times, I'm sure you knew
    When I consumed more than I could pew
    But through it all, when there was doubt
    I'd eat it up and shart it out

    I faced it tall and I shoot all
    And pew it my way
    I've loved, I've laughed and cried
    I've had my fill, like Moof I'm bruising

    And now, as tears subside
    I find it all, all so amusing
    To think I killed all that
    And may I say, not in a shy way

    Oh no, no, not me
    I pew it my way
    For what is man, what has he got?
    If not himself, then diddly-squat

    To say the things he truly feels
    And not the words of one who keels
    The record shows I gave good blows
    And pew it my way

    Yes, I pew my way

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    7 - Cmdr Pseudonym - Tommy can you find it?
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    Tommy shook himself off, most of it landed on the windscreen
    that was the problem when you were the size of a house
    locating where the was coming from was the first hurdle
    He'd tried the flour trick but had only succeded in creating a racist negative of Cmdr Simoof
    he rooted around under his folds finding a federation fighter that he picked out of his belly button
    finally he found the damp patch he was looking for
    he reached for the kleenex and placed his hand on something warm and soft
    a starving roman dwarf in full livery

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    8 - Listeri69 - Radiohead : What the hell were we doing here?
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    When we started this show
    We just went with the flow
    We always wrote drabble
    and not just for the show
    we wrote them on topic
    In a fantasy world
    And It used to be special
    Just so feckin' special
    But now it's shyte, Its appalling .
    What the feckk are we doing here?
    It's all total bullocks.

    It's got too many sounds
    I want to hear the words
    I want a good giggle
    I want a better show
    I want you to relax
    and buy in a round
    it'll be feckin' special
    really so feckin special

    But he's a spud, hes a tay-to
    He doesn't want to do this
    it's gone on to long here
    .
    he's running out the door
    he's running out
    he run, run, run, run
    Run

    So we want to make you happy
    you miserable c--ts
    You're all feckin' special
    So lets make this special

    I'm asleep
    I am snoring
    What the hell was that feckin crap?
    It don't belong here
    It don't belong here

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    9 - Phong - The Wreck Of The Narrative Ark
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    A turbulance in the universe.
    Letters shift and stir uneasily,tide wracked on the shoreline.
    Thunder rumbles as the heavens rent,jagged beams actinic split the dark.
    A plume of flame, tumbling across the firmament, illuminates cannisters, twisted and split,vomiting contents, dipping and bobbing in the spume laden waves.
    The surface of the roiling sea, littered with a moist carpet of half-scumbled words and phrases,hurls the sacred cargo once more against the rocky shore, some to shatter,others not.
    Storm subsided,each passing wave reforms the debris into ever changing patterns, now 'waypoint', now 'scoop', now 'undrabble this'.

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    10 - Skiprat - The trouble with a new livery and uniforms.
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    The fiveskin was firmly caught in the space suit. Simoof screwed his face like a bull dog chewing a wasp and screamed.

    As the sound of unimaginable horror reverberated through the corridors of the Anaconda, Simoof cursed again as his shakey hand opened and close the zip rapidly and uncontrollably, shedding his fiveskin like finely sliced Chinese vegetables.

    The crew rushed to help, a stumbling Simoof coming down the corridor, whimpering, bleeding and tasselled apendage in hand.

    The crew, shocked at the sight of what they are seeing, did the only thing they could, collapsed to the floor in laughter.

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    Nice edits.