Now, now, Frank. Just stick to the clever but subtle puns that you are galactically famous for.
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Now, now, Frank. Just stick to the clever but subtle puns that you are galactically famous for.
With "Recycled Topics", I can go back in time, pick a topic that I never got to write on, and write my very own drabble this week.
Once I saw your choice, I had that very same idea
The News Never Changes
The fear only grew as I continued across the Bubble - the gnawing feeling growing, twisting in my belly every time I docked, it’s scaly skin catching on some critical part inside as I opened Galnet.
There it was again. The same story with different names, but again one too familiar. My skin crawled – I couldn’t bring myself to open up comms. No more denial – something was watching, following me across the galaxy murdering everyone I’d spoken to along the way.
And all the while the quiet scratching and ticking as whatever was in my hold whispered with my ship.
The fear only grew as I continued across the Bubble - the gnawing feeling growing, twisting in my belly every time I docked, it’s scaly skin catching on some critical part inside as I opened Galnet.
There it was again. The same story with different names, but again one too familiar. My skin crawled – I couldn’t bring myself to open up comms. No more denial – something was watching, following me across the galaxy murdering everyone I’d spoken to along the way.
And all the while the quiet scratching and ticking as whatever was in my hold whispered with my ship.
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And once again, a newcomer emerges and blows us all away with a great drabble!
Wonderful job, frostypaw!
Wonderful job, frostypaw!
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you really think that's going to stop me Mr Moof
I was afraid you'd have that attitude <sigh>
From the best ever Drabble topic ever. Roman Dwarf.
It'd been difficult for vertically-challenged Aurelianus.
Truth hidden in ancient legends, myths and tall-tales.
Each port, each bar the same. All he had to go on was 5 letters and an origin.
A huge revelation had been made.
There would be a gathering. Kinsmen all congregating.
The mighty bovine had summoned all.
Surely he would be there? It was in his system after-all, his home dock.
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Aurelianus waited patiently... old man... it must be.
Aurelianus pounced, pinning the old man to the ground by his humongous ears.
"What the frog do you have against me?" demanded Aurelianus. Frank just grinned.
It'd been difficult for vertically-challenged Aurelianus.
Truth hidden in ancient legends, myths and tall-tales.
Each port, each bar the same. All he had to go on was 5 letters and an origin.
A huge revelation had been made.
There would be a gathering. Kinsmen all congregating.
The mighty bovine had summoned all.
Surely he would be there? It was in his system after-all, his home dock.
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Aurelianus waited patiently... old man... it must be.
Aurelianus pounced, pinning the old man to the ground by his humongous ears.
"What the frog do you have against me?" demanded Aurelianus. Frank just grinned.
Kow, make up a witty title here
Ree was a chocolate bar. Exposed to gamma radiation onboard Frank's ship while he was exploring had turned a chocolate bar into a sentient lifeform. Frank had brought him home to his favourite bar. Ree had made home in the Thargoid & Fer De Lance bar, where he was one of the nightly entertainments.
Ree's act consisted of performing various tricks on a self-powered two wheeled vehicle.
Frank looked at Sven "That chocolate bar is nuts."
"No" Sven replied, "He contains nuts, he's a 20th century chocolate bar"
"So what you're saying, Sven, is he's Ree, a cycling Topic bar?"
Ree was a chocolate bar. Exposed to gamma radiation onboard Frank's ship while he was exploring had turned a chocolate bar into a sentient lifeform. Frank had brought him home to his favourite bar. Ree had made home in the Thargoid & Fer De Lance bar, where he was one of the nightly entertainments.
Ree's act consisted of performing various tricks on a self-powered two wheeled vehicle.
Frank looked at Sven "That chocolate bar is nuts."
"No" Sven replied, "He contains nuts, he's a 20th century chocolate bar"
"So what you're saying, Sven, is he's Ree, a cycling Topic bar?"
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Make Room for Another Topic
Charlton took a bite out the chocolate bar. "It's got a nice fibrous mouth feel. Is that hazelnut?"
One researcher started puking in a bucket, the other seemed angry. He was scowling at Charlton "We can't say anything that would bias your answers. Just fill in the questionnaire."
He took another bite. "It's like I'm getting a hazelnut in every bite. I'm amazed that you can launch a new chocolate bar when the planet's in the middle of a famine. What are you going to call it?"
The researcher checked the name on the top of the clipboard "Soylent Brown."
Charlton took a bite out the chocolate bar. "It's got a nice fibrous mouth feel. Is that hazelnut?"
One researcher started puking in a bucket, the other seemed angry. He was scowling at Charlton "We can't say anything that would bias your answers. Just fill in the questionnaire."
He took another bite. "It's like I'm getting a hazelnut in every bite. I'm amazed that you can launch a new chocolate bar when the planet's in the middle of a famine. What are you going to call it?"
The researcher checked the name on the top of the clipboard "Soylent Brown."
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Literalness set to maximum
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Psykokow sneaked towards the safe, which bore the legend "Simoof's chocolate, KEEP OUT"
He called up the keyboard, and entered in the password:
I-A-M-A-P-O-T-A-T-O
The safe door swung open, revealing a box of finest imperial chocolates, and on top, a topic bar.
He grabbed the topic bar, opened it, and was knocked back as the putrid poo pong permeated his nose, knocking over a precariously balanced
whiteboard.
*CRASH*
"GOTCHA!" yelled Simoof, jumping in.
"Ok, ok, how'd you do it?". Kow pointed at the not-chocolate bar oozing on the floor.
"Bribed the supplier, said there was a thing for recycled food."
(Don't use this)
Psykokow sneaked towards the safe, which bore the legend "Simoof's chocolate, KEEP OUT"
He called up the keyboard, and entered in the password:
I-A-M-A-P-O-T-A-T-O
The safe door swung open, revealing a box of finest imperial chocolates, and on top, a topic bar.
He grabbed the topic bar, opened it, and was knocked back as the putrid poo pong permeated his nose, knocking over a precariously balanced
whiteboard.
*CRASH*
"GOTCHA!" yelled Simoof, jumping in.
"Ok, ok, how'd you do it?". Kow pointed at the not-chocolate bar oozing on the floor.
"Bribed the supplier, said there was a thing for recycled food."
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Persistence is Futile
That Wei was oriental and a eunuch were both facts he knew. What he didn't know was where he came from; partly because he'd never been shown and partly because he didn't care. For imperial slaves where you came from wasn't important, unless you were a Companion slave in which case the clients with fetishes cared greatly.
Bought then returned numerous times Wei longed to leave the slave pens. When his bell rang revealing that it was the same bumbling trader again Wei cringed. As the potato-faced idiot stroked Wei's head he drooled, "this time no play hard to get..."
That Wei was oriental and a eunuch were both facts he knew. What he didn't know was where he came from; partly because he'd never been shown and partly because he didn't care. For imperial slaves where you came from wasn't important, unless you were a Companion slave in which case the clients with fetishes cared greatly.
Bought then returned numerous times Wei longed to leave the slave pens. When his bell rang revealing that it was the same bumbling trader again Wei cringed. As the potato-faced idiot stroked Wei's head he drooled, "this time no play hard to get..."
I really like the twisted turns this has taken this week.
And it looks like I'll definitely be voting for Alien's drabble too. *sigh*
That's it. I can go burn in hell for saying it now.
And it looks like I'll definitely be voting for Alien's drabble too. *sigh*
That's it. I can go burn in hell for saying it now.
Title:- Sacked Captain Picard's new job in the Elite Dangerous universe.
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All these waypoints to collect recycled ice cream says Ensign Picard.
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We don't want to be short of drabbles on Friday, so let me just slide this in here
In space even pirates recycle
The commanders hushed as their captain of last resort shuffled in. "I'll begin the ritual momentarily" the knobbly head pirate croaked whilst adjusting something under his onesie.
"Dinnae fash yersel" Cmdr Sibling whistled through broken teeth, "yer late".
"HE CAN'T BE, CMDR MARVELLOUS ISN'T HERE YET". Cmdr Shouty yelled.
"Where's the ceremonial grog!" screeched Cmdr Monkey, "Yee-hawr, this be no way ta remember Cmdr Phrank".
"I too wonder what happened to last week's drab ales!?" burped Cmdr Ripley shortly before Cmdr Shouty kicked her out the Captain's Chair.
"Yee-hawr! We don't care, now start the shredder, tonight we're eating frankfurters".
In space even pirates recycle
The commanders hushed as their captain of last resort shuffled in. "I'll begin the ritual momentarily" the knobbly head pirate croaked whilst adjusting something under his onesie.
"Dinnae fash yersel" Cmdr Sibling whistled through broken teeth, "yer late".
"HE CAN'T BE, CMDR MARVELLOUS ISN'T HERE YET". Cmdr Shouty yelled.
"Where's the ceremonial grog!" screeched Cmdr Monkey, "Yee-hawr, this be no way ta remember Cmdr Phrank".
"I too wonder what happened to last week's drab ales!?" burped Cmdr Ripley shortly before Cmdr Shouty kicked her out the Captain's Chair.
"Yee-hawr! We don't care, now start the shredder, tonight we're eating frankfurters".
I agree, especially when floating around in zero g with home made ketchup
Revenge via Trumbles
Commander Midden was making final preparations to leave the inhabited bubble on a trip to the other side of the galaxy. His friends gathered around, wishing him well and giving him gifts.
Erik handed his over. A sealed black box. "Open this when you get lonely out there and want to know how much we care for you."
Midden thanked everyone then waved goodbye and flew off.
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Earlier that day, Erik placed a Trumble inside the box, sealed it, and programmed it not to open til at least 20,000LY away from Sol. He grinned devilishly, picturing Midden starving to death.
Commander Midden was making final preparations to leave the inhabited bubble on a trip to the other side of the galaxy. His friends gathered around, wishing him well and giving him gifts.
Erik handed his over. A sealed black box. "Open this when you get lonely out there and want to know how much we care for you."
Midden thanked everyone then waved goodbye and flew off.
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Earlier that day, Erik placed a Trumble inside the box, sealed it, and programmed it not to open til at least 20,000LY away from Sol. He grinned devilishly, picturing Midden starving to death.
Desperate times; desperate measures. A topic revisited
A reminder (not for the poll)
"Flight-deck! Attention!"
The drop-ship marines snapped to attention as the general, "Ol' Blood-and-Guts" strode onto the deck.
"Men, we have a problem. An Imperial spy is amongst us. However, our boffins have devised a concoction which analyses DNA and releases poison if it encounters Imperial blood. You will all receive the jab. We'll find our spy."
One-by-one the marines entered the med-bay capsule momentarily then returned to the line.
The first marine turned green, then more as the injection worked.
Only the eighth remained unaffected. The general shot him.
"There's no such concoction, son. You should have taken the jab."
___________ Here's this week's drabble ____________________
The general holstered his prized and ancient Colt 45 automatic, its report echoing around the deck. He turned to his men, as they regained their normal colour.
"We have a situation, men. I've been reviewing some situations which may still be unresolved. The Empire is sniffing around, inserting spies everywhere. Could be the Emperor is planning a significant strategic move. It's our job to find out and, if possible, pre-empt it, to maintain peace in this quadrant. Take five to get over the jab, then we get to work. And Sergeant…”
The general nodded at the body.
“… recycle that.”
A reminder (not for the poll)
"Flight-deck! Attention!"
The drop-ship marines snapped to attention as the general, "Ol' Blood-and-Guts" strode onto the deck.
"Men, we have a problem. An Imperial spy is amongst us. However, our boffins have devised a concoction which analyses DNA and releases poison if it encounters Imperial blood. You will all receive the jab. We'll find our spy."
One-by-one the marines entered the med-bay capsule momentarily then returned to the line.
The first marine turned green, then more as the injection worked.
Only the eighth remained unaffected. The general shot him.
"There's no such concoction, son. You should have taken the jab."
___________ Here's this week's drabble ____________________
The general holstered his prized and ancient Colt 45 automatic, its report echoing around the deck. He turned to his men, as they regained their normal colour.
"We have a situation, men. I've been reviewing some situations which may still be unresolved. The Empire is sniffing around, inserting spies everywhere. Could be the Emperor is planning a significant strategic move. It's our job to find out and, if possible, pre-empt it, to maintain peace in this quadrant. Take five to get over the jab, then we get to work. And Sergeant…”
The general nodded at the body.
“… recycle that.”
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