Community Event / Creation Abraka Drabble The Old Official Drabble THIS IS AN EX THREAD IT IS DEADED

[Splendour]

On nights like this

Buffeted by the gale Harry cautiously felt his way down to the concrete, finally setting the sidewinder down safely.

Grabbing the all important bag he thumbed the airlock release and stumbled down the ramp, towards a waiting cowled figure.

“I FEARED YOU WOULDN’T MAKE IT IN TIME.”

“Delivery in 30 minutes, no matter what sir. Your beef vindaloo with extra popadoms.”

The waiting man put an antique glass timer away and took delivery.

Minutes after takeoff forked lightning arced from the clouds, striking the ship and briefly illuminating the sidewinder’s cockpit a brilliant bluish white.

“I LIKED THE LIME PICKLE.”

 

[Ian Phillips]

I will ask the guys over at the First Great Expedition to keep an eye out for a giant tortoise!

 

[MrMogadon]

I will ask the guys over at the First Great Expedition to keep an eye out for a giant tortoise!

Surely you mean turtle

Sorry, the pedant in me was too strong

 

[Ian Phillips]

Uhhm. Yesss. Turtle.

I mean the thing with 4 elephants on it's back.

 

[Sir.Tj]

Just for T.j - not for the competition.

T.j raised a trembling finger and pointed it at the cowering commander. His Ban Hammer twitched in his other hand as he contemplated the news.

'Take me there now, I have to see this for myself'

T.j surveyed the scene with a smirk trying to twist his lips into a smile.

The smirk broke free and spread itself over his face. He let out a happy yelp and did a little dance, whirling his Ban Hammer around.

Slipping in the liquid dung, the hammer flew into the air.

T.j's last sight was of it falling, aimed right between his eyes.

That was going great...right till the last 2 sentances.

On a side note, I never thought when I set this Drabble thing up it would run to nearly 4000 posts. Great thread and Great Drabbles. Heres to the next 4000.

 

[psykokow]

Weeks Theme
*Death/Beef*
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Psykokow - Well Done : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=660574&postcount=3917[/SIZE]
02 *100* - Frank - Sack o' Coal Miss-Tied : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=662592&postcount=3922[/SIZE]
03 *100* - Erik Marcaigh - Hinduism Never Hurt Anybody : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=663273&postcount=3926[/SIZE]
04 *100* - Darkoba - Don't Mess with Assassins : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=664553&postcount=3928[/SIZE]
05 *100* - Ian Phillips - Swimming in it : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665317&postcount=3930[/SIZE]
06 *100* - T.J. - Silence of the Boiled Beef : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665724&postcount=3934[/SIZE]
07 *100* - Phillip Coutts - Don't mess with the 'Kow : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665739&postcount=3935[/SIZE]
08 *100* - ROG - The mysterious case of the disappearing inspector. : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=666928&postcount=3942[/SIZE]
09 *100* - KalRyper - Burger in a Pun : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=667722&postcount=3947[/SIZE]
10 *100* - MrMogadon - Docking at Barnard Station : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=671741&postcount=3956[/SIZE]
11 *100* - Splendour - On nights like these : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=672463&postcount=3960[/SIZE]


Any more for any more... Will be closing entries 1800gmt, so 7 hours time.

 

[Ian Phillips]

Ian Phillips - Swimming in it : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665317&postcount=3930[/SIZE]

Ah. Thank you

 

[Minti2]

You are what you eat!

She ambled along with the tray of freshly made pies and entered the Thargoid bar

"Morning Sven, bought another batch of my pies"

"I could smell them before you got here" the barman said "smell delicious and, going down a treat with the regulars, beef again?"

The woman looked up "Eh, err yeah"

"You know what?" said Sven" strange all that news lately about abandoned ships in the docking area isn't it?"

"Oh yes, dreadful! well must dash, those pies don't make themselves"

"Bye Mrs. Lovett" said Sven "and give my regards to Mr Sweeney wont you?"

She merely Smiled

 

[Frank]

Just a bit of fun

Do these unofficial Drabbles get added to the kill count?


What's Your Beef?

Tj was a little tied up. He pretended to squirm for his audience of two. He could see Oss133 and Psykokow towering over him.

He laughed triumphantly. "Ha! Got both of you. Kill two birds with one Frank. He told me your plan. Look behind you!"

He could now see Frank as well, the three of them over him with the old codger holding a blaster to the other two. They all looked so serious, eyeing each other suspiciously, until they burst out laughing.

Tj saw Frank swing the blaster round to point directly in his face, and then, nothing.

 

[psykokow]

lol awesome

 

[MrMogadon]

Calm Before The Storm

(To add to the body count)

Psykokow (of the Bless-ed Onesie) and Frank (The Pontificating Puntiff) had been in debate for many hours.

TJ had worked masterfully, guiding the discussions along to this point of consensus.

TJ turned and spoke:
“Two McThargoid Beefy Belly Buster Burgers, both with refried beans and extra chilli and two Cabbage McStiffies. I’ll have a 5-sprout salad and prune water”

“This is going to work”, he thought “I’m off this station and into the Big Time”

The black box records that the last words before the explosion were “So we’re finally agreed. Let’s celebrate with a cigar”

There were no survivors.

 

[Sir.Tj]

This thread is taking on quite a sinister feeling if you ask me.

 

[Falkenherz]

So. You want it dark, eh? With beef and death? Might fit, coincidentally, as usual....

---
"Beta Iliad"

The railgun, this alpha beast, became a beta waste of slots. Alphastrike, initial burst, they whisper in feeds, is snuck upon by cannons and missiles, those ancient harriers of war. Vipers rot together in numbers, bored and hunger´d by lack of prey, and Anacondas´ a muscular form are seen; more and more. The hissing and moaning of the collective soul swells, it always does, since newness and wonder slowly dull away, under the harsh gaze of mastery and the whip of routine. Innocents slaughtered, hapless space city beleagured, the just cry out. They hunger; the decline of beta is nigh.

---

 

[Rog]

The Last Laugh

THUNKssssssssssss...

"Never.... <gasp!> I'll never..."

...sssssssssssss...

"Uuuuuuuh..."

Again, pumps thrummed, repressurizing the airlock. TJ gulped at the stale air in heaves.

"Thith ith thilly" Pirate Lord Kow trilled, examining his nails, "You'll tell me eventhually copper!"

...ssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss...

"No... more!...." TJ, blood oozing from eyes met the crazed outlaw's stare through the rime-frosted glass. And looked away.

"I'll tell, just make it quick."

"Yeth! I mutht know!"

The dull boom of explosive decompression ended TJ's gruesome torture.

"AHHHahaahahaahahaa-haahahaa-ahaaaahaaaheeee..."

Kow was discovered weeks later in his drifting ship, dead of multiple internal ruptures.

Last intelligible voicecorder entry: "Hith... name... wuth... Tiffany Juliet!"

 

[Falkenherz]

Read a bit through all that has been provided so far on OP. Fascinating. I don´t understand even half of it. :S Well, I repay in kind.

 

[Darren Grey]

Forced Entry

Psykokow sobbed as he hung from the manacles. There was little else he could do, chained up in the darkness.

He hadn't seen T.j in days. What has that monster done with him? he thought.

An eerie cackle echoed through and a door opened, red light spilling out and silhouetting a large, hairy man.

'Time to feeeed, Kow,' he said.

Psykokow shuddered. 'No, please Michael, no more!!'

The bucket was shoved into his face. Hunger overwhelmed him, and he began to scarf it down, sobbing all the while.

Michael cackled gleefully.

'Tassssty T.j, yes? Feed more! You’ll be tasty soooon.'

 

[Sir.Tj]

Psykokow sobbed as he hung from the manacles. There was little else he could do, chained up in the darkness.

He hadn't seen T.j in days. What has that monster done with him? he thought.

An eerie cackle echoed through and a door opened, red light spilling out and silhouetting a large, hairy man.

'Time to feeeed, Kow,' he said.

Psykokow shuddered. 'No, please Michael, no more!!'

The bucket was shoved into his face. Hunger overwhelmed him, and he began to scarf it down, sobbing all the while.

Michael cackled gleefully.

'Tassssty T.j, yes? Feed more! You’ll be tasty soooon.'

Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww......

Tiffany Juliet!"

 

[Rog]

Disturbing images... I approve!

Is Michael now going to be known as the LHM?

 

[Frank]

It would have been less than that and all. By the time the Lakon had smashed into your ship I'd reached my 100 word quota.

I would have saved you, but I just didn't have the words.

Psykokow would have survived too if he didn't like wearing his RemLock mask around his 'nethers all the time.

Save TJ and shame 'Kow all at once. Too bad it's 19 more words!

I may have been lying about wanting Tj. to live

 

[Sir.Tj]

I may have been lying about wanting Tj. to live

Yeah, cheers for that Frank.......