Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
17 huh? That means I have better odds for winning! [yesnod] [haha]
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If Coutts wins anything else I'm eating Mr hat!
Sooo ... this week's theme?
[runs away]
We could use "Acceleration" if Mr. Max doesn't show up within whatever prescribed time frame according to the Frank/Kow duo of caped crusaders.
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We could use "Acceleration" if Mr. Max doesn't show up within whatever prescribed time frame according to the Frank/Kow duo of caped crusaders.Sooo ... this week's theme?
[runs away]
MaxAcceleration does indeed seem to have ran away. I'm happy to go with Erik's choice... "Acceleration"
I think we need to put a deadline for topic choice in the spiel.
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
Did I win?
Welcome to another belated week of Abraka Drabble, the weekly drabble competition where we invite you all to submit your drabbles, what's a drabble ?
A drabble is a short story of exactly 100 words (Excluding Title) and for the purpose of this competition it is set in the elite : Dangerous universe and to fit the theme picked by the previous weeks winner.
Last week's drabble competition was won by MaxAcceleration with "Ode to a Sidewinder". Ol' Max has disappeared to unknown regions, and we need to get on with this week's assignment, so we're going to make the topic part of his name....
"Acceleration"
Now we do have some rules...
1. Drabbles must be 100 words exactly (Excluding the title)
2. Over-use of-hyphens-to keep your word-count at 100 is very amusing but frowned upon.
3. Keep it as clean as you can to suit the family forum rules here, so no frogs attached to anatomical parts
4. Only the first 20 entries are guaranteed a place in the weekly poll
5. 1 entry each, you may write as many drabbles as you want, but it is assumed that your first drabble is your chosen entry unless otherwise advised. But please mark Drabbles that you don't want entered as such
6. If your drabble is under or over 100 words you will have a chance to correct it before the poll is erected, at this point, your drabble may be DQ'd if other drabbles are available to take its place.
7. Drabbles must be set in the Elite Dangerous universe (as loosely as you care to make it)
8. It should try to meet the theme in some arguable way.
9. If there is more than one theme you must match at least one, but can gain extra votes if you meet more.
10. It's all for a bit of fun, so enjoy yourself... Enjoyment is mandatory!
11. If you win, you get to submit next week's Drabble topic, so make sure you post it by 3pm GMT Monday. Or else chaos will ensue and who knows what will happen...
Sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes exactly 100 words. Out arbiter is
www.wordcounter.net
It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. Its count is the law.
So submit your drabbles in reply to this thread, and the first 20 will be guaranteed entry into this weeks poll, and read out on our live Show Friday night.
Entries close at Random O'clock on Thursday evening (or sometimes if we have 20 entries earlier). All Drabbles submitted up to Friday Afternoon will have a good chance of being read out on the live Drabble readiing show.
The Weekly Drabble show is available in different ways
Live shows Friday's 19:00 GMT - 20:00 GMT (approximately)
Http://twitch.tv/psykokow (VIDEO)
http://laveradio.com/live (Audio Only)
http://huttonorbital.com/ (Audio Only)
Past Broadcasts are available to watch from
http://abrakadrabble.com/category/drabble-podcast/
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?lis...a4eBPOehkU6JhV
OR Audio Versions available on
Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/ms/podcast/abraka-drabble
and
http://abrakadrabble.com/category/drabble-podcast/
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For some reason, I can't upload pics. Did Midden jack w/ my posting rights??
A drabble is a short story of exactly 100 words (Excluding Title) and for the purpose of this competition it is set in the elite : Dangerous universe and to fit the theme picked by the previous weeks winner.
Last week's drabble competition was won by MaxAcceleration with "Ode to a Sidewinder". Ol' Max has disappeared to unknown regions, and we need to get on with this week's assignment, so we're going to make the topic part of his name....
"Acceleration"
Now we do have some rules...
1. Drabbles must be 100 words exactly (Excluding the title)
2. Over-use of-hyphens-to keep your word-count at 100 is very amusing but frowned upon.
3. Keep it as clean as you can to suit the family forum rules here, so no frogs attached to anatomical parts
4. Only the first 20 entries are guaranteed a place in the weekly poll
5. 1 entry each, you may write as many drabbles as you want, but it is assumed that your first drabble is your chosen entry unless otherwise advised. But please mark Drabbles that you don't want entered as such
6. If your drabble is under or over 100 words you will have a chance to correct it before the poll is erected, at this point, your drabble may be DQ'd if other drabbles are available to take its place.
7. Drabbles must be set in the Elite Dangerous universe (as loosely as you care to make it)
8. It should try to meet the theme in some arguable way.
9. If there is more than one theme you must match at least one, but can gain extra votes if you meet more.
10. It's all for a bit of fun, so enjoy yourself... Enjoyment is mandatory!
11. If you win, you get to submit next week's Drabble topic, so make sure you post it by 3pm GMT Monday. Or else chaos will ensue and who knows what will happen...
Sometimes it's difficult to know what constitutes exactly 100 words. Out arbiter is
www.wordcounter.net
It doesn't matter if it's right or wrong. Its count is the law.
So submit your drabbles in reply to this thread, and the first 20 will be guaranteed entry into this weeks poll, and read out on our live Show Friday night.
Entries close at Random O'clock on Thursday evening (or sometimes if we have 20 entries earlier). All Drabbles submitted up to Friday Afternoon will have a good chance of being read out on the live Drabble readiing show.
The Weekly Drabble show is available in different ways
Live shows Friday's 19:00 GMT - 20:00 GMT (approximately)
Http://twitch.tv/psykokow (VIDEO)
http://laveradio.com/live (Audio Only)
http://huttonorbital.com/ (Audio Only)
Past Broadcasts are available to watch from
http://abrakadrabble.com/category/drabble-podcast/
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?lis...a4eBPOehkU6JhV
OR Audio Versions available on
Itunes https://itunes.apple.com/ms/podcast/abraka-drabble
and
http://abrakadrabble.com/category/drabble-podcast/
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For some reason, I can't upload pics. Did Midden jack w/ my posting rights??
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I think Brett stopped the uploading of images and you can only link to where they are hosted. I think uploading sigs & avatars is unaffected.For some reason, I can't upload pics. Did Midden jack w/ my posting rights??
EDIT: https://forums.frontier.co.uk/showthread.php?t=241595&p=3743466&viewfull=1#post3743466
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Instant potato cannon, just add cutter engines.
As Psykokow took off from Hutton orbital, he noticed his cobra felt a little heavier than normal.
"Ok, good joke Simoof, did you fit B-class modules again?"
"No, I had a visiting engineer do some upgrades to the boosters!"
Kow hit the boosters, and was pinned to the chair as the two bolted on cutter engines propelled the cobra to silly meters per second.
"Simoooooofffffff!, was th-th-this engneeeeeeeer called sss-sss-ssss-ssssssteeeeve by aananananananannaananyy
chaaance?" Kow tried to speak as his face was being peeled by immense g-forces.
"Maayayayayayayayayayaybeeeeeeee?" Simoof replied, equally pinned down.
The engine roar gave way to rending metal.
As Psykokow took off from Hutton orbital, he noticed his cobra felt a little heavier than normal.
"Ok, good joke Simoof, did you fit B-class modules again?"
"No, I had a visiting engineer do some upgrades to the boosters!"
Kow hit the boosters, and was pinned to the chair as the two bolted on cutter engines propelled the cobra to silly meters per second.
"Simoooooofffffff!, was th-th-this engneeeeeeeer called sss-sss-ssss-ssssssteeeeve by aananananananannaananyy
chaaance?" Kow tried to speak as his face was being peeled by immense g-forces.
"Maayayayayayayayayayaybeeeeeeee?" Simoof replied, equally pinned down.
The engine roar gave way to rending metal.
Breakthrough
The handle felt alive in my sweaty grip.
"Ready?"
I nodded and tried to remember to breathe.
"3"
Restraints, check. Suit check.
"2"
Our eyes met across the Cobra cockpit.
"1"
My heart thumped into my ribs.
"Engage!"
I pulled and the drive lurched into ear-shattering life as the galaxy outside turned to so much liquid and smoke hurtling past.
"Oh good lord..." was all I could hear from beside me as the handle seemed so very far away my hand desperately reaching for it with every fibre stretching until just fingertips grazing and…
…suddenly stillness and stars, then laughter.
The handle felt alive in my sweaty grip.
"Ready?"
I nodded and tried to remember to breathe.
"3"
Restraints, check. Suit check.
"2"
Our eyes met across the Cobra cockpit.
"1"
My heart thumped into my ribs.
"Engage!"
I pulled and the drive lurched into ear-shattering life as the galaxy outside turned to so much liquid and smoke hurtling past.
"Oh good lord..." was all I could hear from beside me as the handle seemed so very far away my hand desperately reaching for it with every fibre stretching until just fingertips grazing and…
…suddenly stillness and stars, then laughter.
A twist in the posterior
George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.
Behind it sat the steaming pile of mess that was Psykokows pink Orca.
Commander Aitshen had a lucrative business. Profiteering off fearful pilots. The traders and explorers. The non-combatants. Fighter always stood their ground until complete and utter destruction of one ship.
The others, well they turned and fled. The fronts of the ship pristine and new. The rears, well they looked like they'd be knocked in more times than Winnards Hole.
Psykokow looked at the backend of his ship. He would need to call Ass Seller Aitshen.
George Lucas turned its attention to the Cobra docked in bay 17.
Behind it sat the steaming pile of mess that was Psykokows pink Orca.
Commander Aitshen had a lucrative business. Profiteering off fearful pilots. The traders and explorers. The non-combatants. Fighter always stood their ground until complete and utter destruction of one ship.
The others, well they turned and fled. The fronts of the ship pristine and new. The rears, well they looked like they'd be knocked in more times than Winnards Hole.
Psykokow looked at the backend of his ship. He would need to call Ass Seller Aitshen.
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Costs an arm and a leg
The salesman placed a 100 credit note on the dashboard of the Cobra. He turned to the patsy in the passenger chair "Let's play a game. I'm going to count to ten, and if you can reach out and take that money while I'm counting, you can have it."
"One.. Two..." The acceleration was amazing. Pinned to the chair he watched helplessly as the punter deftly took the money.
"Thanks for showing me the Cobra, but I can't afford one on a miner's pension. I don't know why they retired me after the accident. My prosthetic limbs work well enough."
The salesman placed a 100 credit note on the dashboard of the Cobra. He turned to the patsy in the passenger chair "Let's play a game. I'm going to count to ten, and if you can reach out and take that money while I'm counting, you can have it."
"One.. Two..." The acceleration was amazing. Pinned to the chair he watched helplessly as the punter deftly took the money.
"Thanks for showing me the Cobra, but I can't afford one on a miner's pension. I don't know why they retired me after the accident. My prosthetic limbs work well enough."
Title:- Captains need a new computer application
Captain Psykokow decided to invest in a new computer application.
His old one had broken years ago.
His ship was that old, that he had more scoops than waypoints.
He was always having trouble doing his account figures, as he only had 10 fingers and 10 toes.
He thought it would save him time.
This would give him time to make his important conference calls.
Make funny sounds from his computer in his important calls
That is providing his kittens don't mute him on his computer.
Also giving him time to fight with his kittens.
The application was called excelleration.
Captain Psykokow decided to invest in a new computer application.
His old one had broken years ago.
His ship was that old, that he had more scoops than waypoints.
He was always having trouble doing his account figures, as he only had 10 fingers and 10 toes.
He thought it would save him time.
This would give him time to make his important conference calls.
Make funny sounds from his computer in his important calls
That is providing his kittens don't mute him on his computer.
Also giving him time to fight with his kittens.
The application was called excelleration.
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The Hive Beneath the Twins
Daniels felt peculiar. Limbs appearing almost translucent as the double blue giants exploded into view. Instinctively Daniels rolled the cracked canopy away.
It had been 4 days... 4 days since the mysterious ships had reduced Daniels' home to a broken shell, 4 days since pursuit started, 4 days since glowing beams had cooked the crew.
The ships entered sensor range. Heartbeat accelerating Daniels vomited.
"Danger!" Daniels screamed mentally, ignoring his coagulating mass of vital fluids. Humanity was close, but home was closer. "Danger!"
"Warning received" the voices answered as massive planetary plasma accelerators fired up.
Daniels wept; home was safe.
Daniels felt peculiar. Limbs appearing almost translucent as the double blue giants exploded into view. Instinctively Daniels rolled the cracked canopy away.
It had been 4 days... 4 days since the mysterious ships had reduced Daniels' home to a broken shell, 4 days since pursuit started, 4 days since glowing beams had cooked the crew.
The ships entered sensor range. Heartbeat accelerating Daniels vomited.
"Danger!" Daniels screamed mentally, ignoring his coagulating mass of vital fluids. Humanity was close, but home was closer. "Danger!"
"Warning received" the voices answered as massive planetary plasma accelerators fired up.
Daniels wept; home was safe.
Bah... standards are improving... I couldn't find anything to correct
Well, eye did halve two you's ovary last brain sell to right this dribble Anne da don't halve n e left
Are you sure you wrote that Drabble or did you take a leaf from Eric's book and nick one of Frank's old ones?
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