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Listeri69

Listeri69
Shifting the cargo

The dockers were shifting the cargo around in the large dock in Winnard's hole.

A large type 9 had entered the bay and the cargo was taking some moving.

'Whale oil....Beef hooked' Said Sheamus moving the cargo along the rack.

'This is only the Alpha bay too' Said Kenny.

'looks like we could be here for some time' Sheamus mopped his brow.

'We've still got to move all this pilots furniture too' Kenny moaned.

Suddenly the mood soured,

'Alpha....Kenny...Body' Sheamus stammered pointing into the bay

'Sofa king hard' Kenny replied, nervously gesturing at the dead pilots body
 
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Simoof

Simoof
Frank said:
I'm more concerned about the fact that before the vandals spraypaint their picture of the puckered anus, they'd have to take off the puckered anus painted by the station's owner.
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I think your concern is misplaced. The stations owner painted an unpuckered anus I am sure.
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Winnard's Hole: A Reflective Summary Extract

I felt nervous about plunging into Winnard's Hole.
I needn't have worried. The passage was eased with a deft, practiced hand and soon I was in.

Alphabetically arranged, I headed to my hotel, Rim, at the R's end of the station.
Humping a couple of old bags, I unloaded in a messy pile on my bed, before showering.

Leaving for an exhibition on Ying weaving by local artisan Metutch, I noticed many fine examples of Chinese porcelain in the hotel.

Indeed the memories of the exquisite Rim Ming and Metutch Ying cloth will stay with me for years to come!

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Previously I hadn't quite reached the desired level, I think, with this version, i just manage to sink that little bit lower.
 
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Erik Marcaigh

Erik Marcaigh
On the Run

They'd lifted off, Seamus and Rose picking their next destination, Leesti, as a place to do some shopping.

Kalran was scanning GalNet when images surrounding Counselor Hargathen's death came up. Recognizing Seamus in a repairman's uniform from a security camera feed, he sent a message to the GalCop fleet.

Reaching him a bit too slow, Seamus knocked Kalran out cold. "Rose, we've a problem. Tie 'im up. GalCop's on an intercept course. They'll ream us good."

"There's only one place dirty enough to take us in now. Plot a course for Lakota. We're visiting Simon in Winnard's Hole," said Rose.
 
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DocStone

DocStone
You know, I am now regretting my multiple rewrites to retain a modicum of decency, I should have gone with my original balls to the wall tale of <surprisingly redacted word> :D
 
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CdrTwisted

CdrTwisted
DocStone said:
You know, I am now regretting my multiple rewrites to retain a modicum of decency, I should have gone with my original balls to the wall tale of <surprisingly redacted word> :D
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You and me both Doc. Given the way this is going, I fully expect forums.frontier.co.uk to be blocked by my ISP by Tuesday evening.
 

Micky

Micky
Station Stay feedback ~ Ensign Long

"Waking in Willard's Hole chambers brutally impaled me with the fear of Immediate death." Says Ensign Long.

"Cold twisted winds raged, bitterly clawing at the door like a mass of frenzied zombies, bitting into every inch of my failing body.

The walls, a blackened matte of blood and stale gut, and a guy next to me who started scraping the wall, mindlessly, with the protruding bone of his broken forearm.

Rats had ate his lower limbs whilst fighting over a bag of Onion Head.

I SURVIVED A FEDERAL NAVY STAG DO!!!! Buddy Spike!!! Willard's Hole, find the cheapest Liquor around."
 
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Frank

Frank
False Grit

winardssysmap.jpg

She pointed at the system map, "There!"

"I'll drop ya off at Shawn Zaman. They have transports to Winnard's Hole."

"That wasn't the deal! Why won't you just take me yourself? Are you Chicken?"

Jake puffed himself out "Kid, I been called many things. Chicken ain't one of them. I taken on a group of slave trader Anacondas with just this here rust bucket. I wuz firin' off dumbfires left an' right with mah flightyoke between mah teeth!

Winnard's Hole's a dangerous hell hole but, I ain't scared o' nowhere, just... if you go there ya might meet... Simon Winnard"
 

Simoof

Simoof
DocStone said:
You know, I am now regretting my multiple rewrites to retain a modicum of decency, I should have gone with my original balls to the wall tale of <surprisingly redacted word> :D
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I think you were right. I am feeling sorry for the moderators who I feel will have a difficult job leading up to Friday.
 
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paauggie

paauggie
Pigs In Space

“Stop yah complaining laddie, this is nothing!” screamed Captain Dougal. “You should try navigating Kruger’s passage in a prison barge surrounded by nothing but hard men tossing on the deck”.

Perkins’ whimpering began to subside. Life on the Light Utility Vehicle ‘Truncheon’ was never easy, but this was a whole new low. The ion core had blown, bathing them in purple light. The rivets strained to hold the hull together; the ship pulsed in time with the waves of energy released.

Perkins cried with relief as, finding safety at last, the throbbing purple LUV Truncheon thrust triumphantly into Winnard’s Hole .
 
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Darkoba

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Told you I couldn't follow chocolate starfish.

All I have to do is not put a drabble in this week. You'll all be banned according to the new rules of decency, and next week I'll win because I'll be the only contestant allowed to make an entry (oops! Didn't mean to say that). Of course, I might be the only one to vote, and it's not 'kulturny' to vote for oneself... Hmmm!
 

Simoof

Simoof
DocStone said:
We're all getting banned. The lot of us. Moderators too :D
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When I saw the poll results on Friday I knew it was going to be bad. But nothing could have prepared me for the barrage of items entering Winnards Hole. I mean this is day 1 and we have already had the words "puckered anus" and now "throbbing purple". It reminds me of the lady with the very poorly bird.
 

Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
Cold War Shenanigans

"Will it grow back?" asked Daisy, nonchalantly pocketing the switchblade within her duffle coat.
Originally instructed to delve into 'The Hole' and discover Winnard's mysteries she was having to fabricate another accident to avoid detection.

"What do you mean will it grow back!?" Dr Strangelove gurgled "it's my chin!"

Daisy sighed, she'd forgotten to 'flick before slash' and instead of a decapitation she'd created a human flip top lozenge dispenser.

"Maybe this will soothe it?" she purred shoving her furry muffler down his bloody throat.

Daisy activated her comm pin "sorry command, please don't be mad but Strangelove's gone cold".
 
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