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

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MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Faintly in the distance, a rhythmic thrumming mixes with the day-to-day sounds of wild life going on about its daily business.
The thrumming grows louder. Woodland creatures casually look up to discover the source of the noise, but as it approaches, the sound becomes alarming and soon they dash for the safety of the hedges and thickets that line the dirt track.
Plumes of dust rise and the relentless noise grows louder, louder, ever louder. Any remaining wildlife flee for their lives, as ghostly shadows can be seen writhing within the speeding dust cloud.
Suddenly, there is the sound of tearing fabric, a bouncing sound and a colourful string of muffled curses. The noise stops and the cloud dissipates; revealing the dishevelled figure of MrMogadon. Scraped and bleeding from a variety of cuts and grazes, with his left foot still tangled in the torn hem of his home-knit dress toga, he coughs, spits a gob of blood (which narrowly misses your left ear) and wheezes:
“Well Done Frank, Sorry I’m late. I see the writing classes paid off then”
 
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Frank

Frank
MrMogadon said:
Faintly in the distance, a rhythmic thrumming mixes with the day-to-day sounds of wild life going on about its daily business.
The thrumming grows louder. Woodland creatures casually look up to discover the source of the noise, but as it approaches, the sound becomes alarming and soon they dash for the safety of the hedges and thickets that line the dirt track.
Plumes of dust rise and the relentless noise grows louder, louder, ever louder. Any remaining wildlife flee for their lives, as ghostly shadows can be seen writhing within the speeding dust cloud.
Suddenly, there is the sound of tearing fabric, a bouncing sound and a colourful string of muffled curses. The noise stops and the cloud dissipates; revealing the dishevelled figure of MrMogadon. Scraped and bleeding from a variety of cuts and grazes, with his left foot still tangled in the torn hem of his home-knit dress toga, he coughs, spits a gob of blood (which narrowly misses your left ear) and wheezes:
“Well Done Frank, Sorry I’m late. I see the writing classes paid off then”
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I liked the sound of surprise in voice when you replied "Really? You are actually trying to win with those Drabbles of yours?" <grin>
 

Frank

Frank
The Sidewinder Sketch

The salesroom is littered with holo-models of Sidewinders.

Salesman: Hello. What can I get you?

Buyer: I just won big on the races. I'm looking for a fighter. Money's no object.

Salesman: A Sidewinder's ideal. It can dodge easy and packs a good punch.

Buyer: What about an explorer?

Salesman: Real men use Sidewinders. It gives you a sense of achievement, and see more of the Galaxy.

Buyer: <suspiciously> Cargo hauler?

Salesman: Sidewinders hold 10T. They're easy to fly through docking slots. Depending on your cargo, a discrete craft can be handy.

Buyer: You only sell Sidewinders?

Salesman: ...Yes. <blush>
 

DocStone

DocStone
Frank said:
The salesroom is littered with holo-models of Sidewinders.

Salesman: Hello. What can I get you?

Buyer: I just won big on the races. I'm looking for a fighter. Money's no object.

Salesman: A Sidewinder's ideal. It can dodge easy and packs a good punch.

Buyer: What about an explorer?

Salesman: Real men use Sidewinders. It gives you a sense of achievement, and see more of the Galaxy.

Buyer: <suspiciously> Cargo hauler?

Salesman: Sidewinders hold 10T. They're easy to fly through docking slots. Depending on your cargo, a discrete craft can be handy.

Buyer: You only sell Sidewinders?

Salesman: ...Yes. <blush>
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Come on Frank, one good Drabble we could believe, but two in a row? Who do you have writing for you? :D
 

psykokow

psykokow
Simoof and the Unpaid Bill - By Daniel Grubb aged 6

'Another! Make it quicker than the last one ya lazy bum!'
Simoof had clearly had enough.
'Away with your about fines too, you can stick 'em. I barely touched that clipper.'
A besuited gentleman leaned over Simoof's massive shoulder.
'John? Put this Commander's bill on my tab would you?'
'Certainly Commander Matrix'
'I've told you before John, call me Dommy.'
'Right you are.'
'Come along, I have such wonderful things to show you.' Dommy grabbed Simoof by the knees and hauled him onto his shoulders.
'Where are we going?'
'Shut up you disgusting object.'
'Hey,' slurred Simoof, 'm'knees no object!'


ps: Submitted by Dan Grubb via Facebook
 
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cleonymus

cleonymus
Money No Object?



Cleonymus looked at the ancient artefact with a sense of wonder.


It had appeared in his scanner in the middle of a resource extraction site and his drone had picked it up while he was looking for the next likely asteroid to mine.


Now he had the the bright shiny thing on the console in front of him. Base metal and a nickle alloy covering, he had finally managed to read the inscription.


His research had finally proved that there was indeed a time before computers. There used to be a time, when money was, physically represented as an object.
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
Ancients remembered

"They came like ducks on the march... we welcomed, so majestic" exclaimed the old man so lucidly the patrons of Commander's Rest were stunned into silence.

"hggrumumm... frigid the winds of starlight were that brought their fire, cutting the cold to burn our skies, hmphmmhm... They were ancient, we weren't wise... whhmhm... we couldn't learn their speech..."

Betsy looked away as years of pain leaked forth from the man.

"...who knew... gold they didn't want, money was no object to them, they had wealth, power... they had us!"

"sons fell, children vanished... only the old neglected... punished were the first"
 

Simoof

Simoof
Alien said:
[prods Frank] "He's not yet dead. Oi, wake up you old timer. Hang on, I have an idea."
[gets a Jamesons Whiskey bottle, waves it under Frank's nose] "Ah that seems to have had an effect. Frank, what is the new drabble theme? I think he's still out. Get the Wow-Wow Sauce."
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Jamesons??? What are you trying to do? Kill him? get him a good Scottish whiskey... nane ae that irish pish. Try tapping him gently on the head with a bottle of bucky...

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DocStone said:
It was known as the ugliest object in the known or unknown universe. A pre-jump relic once thought lost in the passage of time, an object so hideous, so unbelievably putrid that its human origins have been questioned time and time again, yet undeniably human it is.

I had to have it.

50 years of backbreaking toil, working my way up from a lowly sidewinder to a fleet of Anacondas; the most successful businessman in Imperial Space. I made my billions, just to give them away.

After all, money is no object when the prize is the Skull of Simoof!
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Oh. You. You're back then. hmmm.
 

Clef_Hanger

Clef_Hanger
Whatever gave you that impressionist?

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The door closed and they were alone.

"Well, he certainly made quite an impression Mr. Dart," said the man with one ear. "Oscar-Claud likes his water lilies and landscapes, give him a planet with a sunrise and some countryside to look at and he'll be happy."

"He has ideas, dangerous ideas! We can use him, move him from planet to planet, start something new, something big."

"You can't treat him like a pawn on your chessboard, Dart. He's a painter."

"He's a revolutionary! And my name is D'art."

"Only suspected revolutionary," smiled the man, adding "Monet is no objet d'art."
 

Simoof

Simoof
Clef_Hanger said:
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The door closed and they were alone.

"Well, he certainly made quite an impression Mr. Dart," said the man with one ear. "Oscar-Claud likes his water lilies and landscapes, give him a planet with a sunrise and some countryside to look at and he'll be happy."

"He has ideas, dangerous ideas! We can use him, move him from planet to planet, start something new, something big."

"You can't treat him like a pawn on your chessboard, Dart. He's a painter."

"He's a revolutionary! And my name is D'art."

"Only suspected revolutionary," smiled the man, adding "Monet is no objet d'art."
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*blank stare* *blink* *blank stare*
 

Alien

Alien
It's A Mr Tree

Alien sat in the corner of the Thargoid and Fer-de-lance, "I never win this stupid drabble thing."
Frank looked over, "Maybe you should write a good drabble then young Alien."
Alien looked over to Frank, "What is a good drabble then?" Frank shrugged his shoulders.
Over the next several hours, Alien stared at a blank screen, "I have no idea what makes a good drabble."
Alien and Frank looked over at Psykokow in his DJ booth as he played the "It's a mystery" sample on cue.
Then Simoof rushed in "Free drinks on me!" ... and that's when they killed Simoof!
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Note: Simoof was killed by the crowd in the mad rush to the bar to take advantage of Simoof's generosity. It's not everyday a Scotsman gives away free drinks. Simoof had just won the Intergalactic Lotto and money was no object to him, hence the free drinks.
 
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Galactic Midden

Galactic Midden
Alien said:
It's A Mr Tree
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Oh no! No no no no no no noooooooooooooooooooooooo! Please tell me you didn't just write It's A Mr Tree? I don't think I can take any more <sobs>

Days later Midden was found, dessicated and dead. Emptied of all tears this young life was gone, like dust upon the wind.
 

MrMogadon

MrMogadon
Somethings Money Can't Buy (Working title)

Platinum trillionaire, Uberwald “Clive” Wankler found the observation lounge occupied. Stunningly attractive, she talked loudly into her mobile.

When she finished, Clive spoke. “You beguile me. I want to shower you with money and exotic items. To treat you like a goddess. Money’s no object”
He patted the adjoining seat.
She sat.

Gently, lovingly, he enquires “Oral relief for 30 credits?”
Enraged, jumping to her feet, she snaps “I’m not that type of woman?”
“We’ve already established you are. Now we’re haggling.”
Slapping his face, she stormed out.
Settling back, he considered the slap worth the peace he now enjoyed

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Inspired by asteroid UW158 and not by a certain train journey through the Rocky Mountains and definitely nowhere near Jasper that's for sure
 

Frank

Frank
Getting in De Beers

The worst thing about this is that platinum is a useful metal. It's a shame that it's so expensive because of the people who want to dangle the stuff off various parts of their bodies.

Maybe if we do mine this asteroid all the platinum flooding the market will cause a price crash and people will start using it for wires and connectors.
 

Alien

Alien
Frank said:
The worst thing about this is that platinum is a useful metal. It's a shame that it's so expensive because of the people who want to dangle the stuff off various parts of their bodies.

Maybe if we do mine this asteroid all the platinum flooding the market will cause a price crash and people will start using it for wires and connectors.
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[groans] good one ... damn you [shakes fist] :D

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Off Topic ... would someone be willing to do a sig for the drabbles? I'm thinking of something like "Vote for my drabble" ...


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