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A cheesy pun approaches

"So where are you leading me to?"
"There's a little outpost that the universal cartographic bods haven't added yet, good place for exotic items."
"Is that 'exotic' as in how onionhead can be considered 'exotic'?"
"Sometimes, but there's plenty of legit stuff too, last I heard they've started up a line of artisan cheeses, been causing a milk shortage through the whole system."
"So once UC gets their act together the locals will see where all their milk has gone?"
"Yea, in the mean time, they're dumping off the leftover stuff in a big pile, and calling it the wheypoint"
 
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Half an Ancient Joke and a Weak Pun

Frank was struggling with all the glasses.

"You want a tray?"

The old codger scowled at the barman. Sven looked very harassed with customers. He decided to nod yes instead of making any crass jokes.

The Drabblers were way at the other end of the bar, and the path to them was very busy. He shuffled over to a table and put down the tray for a rest and to gather his bearings. After another stop he eventually made his way back to the others.

After waiting patiently, the Drabblers were glad to see their drinks. They cheered "Whey! Pints!"
 
Which Way Now Wei?

Jiang Wei stared at distant rock piles. For 14 years he had kept the truth secret from the young prodigy.

Blind since birth the girl engineer asked, "what do you see? It's my parents isn't it".

Wei stumbled hard against the window, stunned like his broken ship was from this distant planet's brutal geology. "H-h-how do you know about them?".

"I hear you mumbling... about what happened.... the two exiled engineers hunted down... and a hunter who found himself staring down crossroads at an eyeless infant in the arms of her mother. Plus, I remember the look on your face".
 
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So Long and Thanks for the Drabbles

One night, Emarr had stared at the photograph of his family and thought back to when he had last spent some quality time with them.

He was shaken to discover that he couldn’t remember.

Two years ago, he’d flown out into the black. Chasing his dreams of making it big. Of making a difference. He’d not been back since.

He’d precious little profit to show for his efforts.

He realised Space wasn’t going to make him rich, just bitter and lonely.

So he’d set course for home.

After months of travelling, the final waypoint beckoned. His final flight – for now.
 
In for a punny, in for a punt, paint, point, er, pound

Psyokow watched, bemused, as the Asian pilot clambered all over the gleaming white Sidewinder, slapping on Cobalt blue paint with, of all things, a paint brush

"Why d'ye no have it sprayed at Akashi?"

"Noh 'nuff credits." was the muffled reply from atop the ship.

"Why the dark blue? Are you trying to make your ship less noticeable, less visible out there in the black?"

"Nah." came a terse reply, as a drop of blue paint slowly fell in the artificial gravity, landing successfully in Psykokow's eye.

"Why, then?" Mr. P. asked, rubbing his eye.

"I no like whi' paint"
 
One night, Emarr had stared at the photograph of his family and thought back to when he had last spent some quality time with them.

He was shaken to discover that he couldn’t remember.

Two years ago, he’d flown out into the black. Chasing his dreams of making it big. Of making a difference. He’d not been back since.

He’d precious little profit to show for his efforts.

He realised Space wasn’t going to make him rich, just bitter and lonely.

So he’d set course for home.

After months of travelling, the final waypoint beckoned. His final flight – for now.

I'm shedding a tear reading this [cry]
 
Investigating the Rift

Thank you for your interest.
Please take these documents to Patterson Enterprise, orbiting Waypoint in the Sirius system.
You will need to meet with agent Hagrid To, who is the only person we know that could decipher these pages and give the exact location of the anomaly.
It will be necessary to acquire some Jumponium to reach your destination in the Formadine Rift, and I hear that you can get some Yttrium at Lucifer.
Watch out for the tidal forces caused by the local star, it can cause some nasty quakes.

Don’t worry, said Kow, I land like a boss.
 
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Approaching destruction.

The five cobras approached the planet from seemingly random points in the system. They plunged into the gravity well, forming a brief constellation, before each commander engaged stealth mode. Once in orbital cruise they split like some highly rehearsed display team. One that was being held in secret with absolutely no invited observers. Each commander following their own meticulusly prepared flight plan. A few minutes later and they had all landed and deployed their SRV's onto the arid surface.
Lights extinguished, they each started towards the final waypoint. Once there, they would deploy their turrets and commence the final assault.
 
Mine is serious an'all. What could be more serious than beer?

I stand corrected. Beer is indeed a serious business. I particularly like the way your 'journey' across the bar cleverly suggested way-points (stopping at a table, etc. - See, I do read them!:D), only to fool us and finally present us with an alcohol laden pun. Great stuff, and seriously serious too.

Have I grovelled enough, now? :)


Come to think of it, mine is serious too. That Asian pilot seriously doesn't like white paint.
 
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How to make your own rare good...

'I'm telling you it's the future' Psykokow pointed to a large case bolted to the floor of his pink orca
'I'm not convinced' Simoof shook his head 'I mean frog cheese? how do you even make frog cheese?'
'Well there are two methods, one involves a monkey and we don't own a monkey, the other involves vigorous squeezing then ripping the head off the frog to get the milk out'
'Then what?' Simoof said tugging a frog 'not getting any milk out of this one'
'Well then you need to add the separator, and then your at the whey point'
 
Just Follow Those Waypoints

It was a lucrative trade route, a tortuous series of suns easy to harvest for fuel and dark system stepping stones. There was a part where you had to be exact about the amount you scooped; too much and you were out of range of the next system, too little and you'd end up stranded later.

The trader had no idea how anyone could work out such a route. He was told it by a kindly old traveler who didn't have long to live, although he didn't know it at the time.

A route like this should be kept secret.
 
Have I grovelled enough, now? :)

My drabble was also serious, seriously! Any resemblance to the military general and regent of the state of Shu Han during the Three Kingdoms period
is purely coincidental and in no way points to a pun.
Not even a Frankpun.
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^^just look how serious he is about that^^
 
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01 - Simoof - Fried Chicken with that?
02 - moose666 - A cheesy pun approaches
03 - Frank - Half an Ancient Joke and a Weak Pun
04 - Galactic Midden - Now which Wei?
05 - MrMogadon - So Long and Thanks for the Drabbles
06 - Darkoba - In for a punny, in for a punt, paint, point, er, pound
07 - Garzini - Investigating the Rift
08 - cleonymus - Approaching destruction.
09 - Listeri69 - How to make your own rare good...
10 - Erik Marcaigh - Just Follow Those Waypoints


A lot of you seem to be suggesting that a Frankpun is a bad thing. I'd like to take the opposite position and suggest to you that a Frankpun is in fact a good thing.

10 Drabbles down. 10 spaces left. It's good to see a new face amongst all the old ones Garzini. Good luck in the poll.
 
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