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Sorry, I was in Yorkshire last week and didn't have good enough internet access or time to write anything. Blame Yorkshire, not the beta.
Drabble Competition #151: Thargoids!
Awaiting Galseptictank Midden to do something and tell us his topic.
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 Franks 'Costs an arm and a leg' and Insanephotons 'A Question of Gravity'. Franks kindly bowed out of coming up with a name for this weeks competition as he is having enough difficulty remembering his own. Insanephoton has come up with. Also, pah, Galactic Middens 'The Hive Beneath the Twins' managed to get enough sympathy votes to also win. His topic choice is still to be declared. But I bet it will be rubbish.:
"Thargoids" and "Frank"
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 reading 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 and not guaranteed)
http://huttonorbital.com/ (Audio Only but not until it becomes easier)
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/
Awaiting Galseptictank Midden to do something and tell us his topic.
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 Franks 'Costs an arm and a leg' and Insanephotons 'A Question of Gravity'. Franks kindly bowed out of coming up with a name for this weeks competition as he is having enough difficulty remembering his own. Insanephoton has come up with. Also, pah, Galactic Middens 'The Hive Beneath the Twins' managed to get enough sympathy votes to also win. His topic choice is still to be declared. But I bet it will be rubbish.:
"Thargoids" and "Frank"
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 reading 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 and not guaranteed)
http://huttonorbital.com/ (Audio Only but not until it becomes easier)
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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Hey! What about Midden's topic choice?
I was voter #13 and I legitimately voted for him, which took him into top spot. Then Alien's vote #14 brought about the 3-way tie.
I was voter #13 and I legitimately voted for him, which took him into top spot. Then Alien's vote #14 brought about the 3-way tie.
You voted for Midden??? Why?
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Now now Simoof.. You should never ask someone how much money they make. Of course it's okay to speculate. Erik is American. I should think shipping a Tunnocks Caramel Log over to him would be enough of an incentive for his vote.
I'm feeling the love today. Congrats insanephoton and Frank.
Who's all submitting topics?
I choose
Who's all submitting topics?
I choose
Frank
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
People voted for Galactic Midden? We are de-evolving at a frightening rate...
Congrats mate, now you too can experience that winning feeling... [yesnod]
EDIT: Although not to rain on your parade, you only jointly won...[heart]
Congrats mate, now you too can experience that winning feeling... [yesnod]
EDIT: Although not to rain on your parade, you only jointly won...[heart]
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That should provide a bumper-packed edition of the Drabble show, full of adventure stories featuring a suave sophisticated action hero who outwits, overpowers and seduces everyone in his path. All executed with a glint in his eye and a sardonic one-liner.
I just hope Tom Cruise is available to play in me the movie of the Drabble.
Failed mission
It was time Captain Luck went in search for Waypoint Peck.
To be frank, he spent more time enjoying his pay check.
He asked for the money for a new drive.
But was more interested in his new bee hive.
The police came to his home to see what's wrong.
Then got a ear bashing with his tongue.
He argued his point all the way.
The police said, he's here to stay.
The bailiffs confiscated his ship.
So he could not make his trip.
He sat right down and was annoyed.
Came to the end his search for a Thargoid.
It was time Captain Luck went in search for Waypoint Peck.
To be frank, he spent more time enjoying his pay check.
He asked for the money for a new drive.
But was more interested in his new bee hive.
The police came to his home to see what's wrong.
Then got a ear bashing with his tongue.
He argued his point all the way.
The police said, he's here to stay.
The bailiffs confiscated his ship.
So he could not make his trip.
He sat right down and was annoyed.
Came to the end his search for a Thargoid.
Little Ship of Thargoids!
Turn down your coms, switch off your rear engines,
Fear takes your clean pants, wipe the tears from your face,
Look at your scanners, and start your mourning,
You know things were bad and now you will pay.
Suddenly Thargoids, completely surround you,
They don't talk your language, You can not surrend,
Suddenly Thargoids, are shooting right through you,
With mis-understandings, Here comes your end.
Nobody ever treated them kindly
They were just vectors, octagonal sprites,
Whenever we saw them, we'd shoot at them blindly
But now they're in VR, their weapons aint shoite...
Suddenly Thargoids, their ships strangely glowing *BOOM*
Turn down your coms, switch off your rear engines,
Fear takes your clean pants, wipe the tears from your face,
Look at your scanners, and start your mourning,
You know things were bad and now you will pay.
Suddenly Thargoids, completely surround you,
They don't talk your language, You can not surrend,
Suddenly Thargoids, are shooting right through you,
With mis-understandings, Here comes your end.
Nobody ever treated them kindly
They were just vectors, octagonal sprites,
Whenever we saw them, we'd shoot at them blindly
But now they're in VR, their weapons aint shoite...
Suddenly Thargoids, their ships strangely glowing *BOOM*
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I remember that photo shoot. I wouldn't have had to hold my breath for so long if you hadn't spent all that time clearing away all the other empty bottles.
It's hard for me to think of a story involving the white-haired old codger and Thargoids that doesn't involve his origin story...
https://www.reddit.com/r/EliteDangerous/comments/3zai6o/elite_dangerous_writing_contest/
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Come back next week when I, the winner, will pick next week's topic:
Based on an Almost True Story
Commanders Ed and Erik were sitting in a bar, drinking Janx and laughing at the miner who kept falling off his seat. Eventually someone came along and tied the old man to the barstool so he'd stop slipping off.
Ed and Erik were in their cups by that point, and Ed leaned in and whispered, "Have I got a secret for you!"
"What's that? You really wear a wig?"
"No. It's about Thargoids! See, I know when they're...." *urrkh!* he exclaimed as a Thargoid pincer pierced his body.
Erik sat, horrified as the Thargoid pulled away its David Braben mask.
Commanders Ed and Erik were sitting in a bar, drinking Janx and laughing at the miner who kept falling off his seat. Eventually someone came along and tied the old man to the barstool so he'd stop slipping off.
Ed and Erik were in their cups by that point, and Ed leaned in and whispered, "Have I got a secret for you!"
"What's that? You really wear a wig?"
"No. It's about Thargoids! See, I know when they're...." *urrkh!* he exclaimed as a Thargoid pincer pierced his body.
Erik sat, horrified as the Thargoid pulled away its David Braben mask.
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Winnard's post box.
"Welcome to Winnard's Hole discount mail service." The greeter bot droned.
Simoof read though the bumph on the information poster.
Winnard's hole discount mail does not cover loss due to:
-Thargoids
-The CODE
-Wayward sundivers
-Unknown Artifacts
-Thargoids
-Persons named Juan Kerr
-'Accidents' as defined by CMDR Bubble
-Porno Gnomes
-Thargoids
ALL PACKAGES MUST BE FRANKED.
Simoof took a tube of superglue, squirted it on his package, and slapped it on the unsuspecting Frank.
"Wha, oi!"
"Sir, that's not a franked package" explained the cashier.
"Sure it is, he's called Frank!" said Simoof.
The cashier, sighing, called the pun police.
"Welcome to Winnard's Hole discount mail service." The greeter bot droned.
Simoof read though the bumph on the information poster.
Winnard's hole discount mail does not cover loss due to:
-Thargoids
-The CODE
-Wayward sundivers
-Unknown Artifacts
-Thargoids
-Persons named Juan Kerr
-'Accidents' as defined by CMDR Bubble
-Porno Gnomes
-Thargoids
ALL PACKAGES MUST BE FRANKED.
Simoof took a tube of superglue, squirted it on his package, and slapped it on the unsuspecting Frank.
"Wha, oi!"
"Sir, that's not a franked package" explained the cashier.
"Sure it is, he's called Frank!" said Simoof.
The cashier, sighing, called the pun police.
Why you should do a background check
"Right!" Said Frank. "I'm deeply dippy 'bout the curves you got, extra hardpoints, let the neighbours talk!"
The astonished engineer looked at him and blushed with a clicking stammer, "I d-d-didn't know you felt that way about me Frank. My neighbours are all gone you know".
"Ohh, my love. Let's set sail for seas of passion".
"OK!" she drooled hungrily
"What?" said Frank distractedly, "I'm loving those ship upgrades you've made... I'm too sexy for my ship too sexy for my ship, so sexy it hurts."
Caught in the moment, Frank never saw her thin throbbing proboscis penetrate his spine.
"Right!" Said Frank. "I'm deeply dippy 'bout the curves you got, extra hardpoints, let the neighbours talk!"
The astonished engineer looked at him and blushed with a clicking stammer, "I d-d-didn't know you felt that way about me Frank. My neighbours are all gone you know".
"Ohh, my love. Let's set sail for seas of passion".
"OK!" she drooled hungrily
"What?" said Frank distractedly, "I'm loving those ship upgrades you've made... I'm too sexy for my ship too sexy for my ship, so sexy it hurts."
Caught in the moment, Frank never saw her thin throbbing proboscis penetrate his spine.
upon my works
On a million worlds the towers rotted. Hives slumped in foetid abandon and the seas ran thick with fungal ooze.
Frank's magboots squelched through a thick slurry of shell fragments, ammonia hydroxide and yellow mud.
"This is what victory looks like," he whispered, approaching the grey, angular carcass.
He stroked the exoskeleton, not the flat metal plate he'd always assumed but a finely fused lattice of scales and veined bone.
"They're gone," he muttered, "the virus worked"
A collapse in the distance spewed dust and rubble over uncaring miles of desolation
"And the Universe will never forgive us," he wept
On a million worlds the towers rotted. Hives slumped in foetid abandon and the seas ran thick with fungal ooze.
Frank's magboots squelched through a thick slurry of shell fragments, ammonia hydroxide and yellow mud.
"This is what victory looks like," he whispered, approaching the grey, angular carcass.
He stroked the exoskeleton, not the flat metal plate he'd always assumed but a finely fused lattice of scales and veined bone.
"They're gone," he muttered, "the virus worked"
A collapse in the distance spewed dust and rubble over uncaring miles of desolation
"And the Universe will never forgive us," he wept
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Tilting at Windmills
Frank was in a room full of Thargoids. "BUTCHER MY FAMILY WOULD'YA!", he yelled defiantly as he doused them in Janx. A few deft strokes from his trusty laser sword slashed and ignited the nearest insectoids.
Soon all that could be seen in the conflagration were burning aliens staring back with their expressionless compound eyes. Frank quipped "If you can't stand the heat, stay outta our quadrant!"
Sven watched Frank stumble into the bar; plasma fruit slicer in one hand, empty Janx bottle in the other. He sighed when he saw the billowing smoke accompanying his entrance. Another cloakroom fire.
Frank was in a room full of Thargoids. "BUTCHER MY FAMILY WOULD'YA!", he yelled defiantly as he doused them in Janx. A few deft strokes from his trusty laser sword slashed and ignited the nearest insectoids.
Soon all that could be seen in the conflagration were burning aliens staring back with their expressionless compound eyes. Frank quipped "If you can't stand the heat, stay outta our quadrant!"
Sven watched Frank stumble into the bar; plasma fruit slicer in one hand, empty Janx bottle in the other. He sighed when he saw the billowing smoke accompanying his entrance. Another cloakroom fire.
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