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Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this week's Drabble Contest. Unless there are any objections I'll be your host for the proceedings. I'm sorry about the scruffy jeans and T shirt but I couldn't get the spangled jacket on. One of the hosts thought it smelled funny and they must've shrunk it by washing it too often.
This week's topic is brought to you by both Gibbonici and me: "Lost" and "In the style of Douglas Adams". Good luck to the contestants.
The Drabbling community love it when forum members give writing one of these stories a go and enter it into the contest.
- Drabbles are exactly 100 words in total (Excluding the title)
- Drabbles need to be set in the Elite universe (loosely).
- This week's entry should be about "Lost" and/or "In the style of Douglas Adams".
- You have until Thursday night to enter your Drabble, which is done by just posting it in this thread
- This is fun for the whole family - please be respectful and try to keep it clean.
This week's topic is brought to you by both Gibbonici and me: "Lost" and "In the style of Douglas Adams". Good luck to the contestants.
The Drabbling community love it when forum members give writing one of these stories a go and enter it into the contest.
- Drabbles are exactly 100 words in total (Excluding the title)
- Drabbles need to be set in the Elite universe (loosely).
- This week's entry should be about "Lost" and/or "In the style of Douglas Adams".
- You have until Thursday night to enter your Drabble, which is done by just posting it in this thread
- This is fun for the whole family - please be respectful and try to keep it clean.
Flush
"That's your bunk. We'll keep your duties light until you learn the ropes." Commander Murphy sighed before calling "Computer?"
A sarcastic crackly voice echoed throughout the cabin "What do you want?"
"Enter as a level 4 user, Mister..." Murphy gestured towards the new crew member to respond.
"Justin Newbay. Wow! Is that a GPP? How did you get such a great ship?"
"I got it in a game of cards"
"You won a spaceship in a game of cards?"
"I had a froody Boa Cruiser with the latest Frameshift Drive." Murphy surveyed the cabin with disgust "I didn't win this."
"That's your bunk. We'll keep your duties light until you learn the ropes." Commander Murphy sighed before calling "Computer?"
A sarcastic crackly voice echoed throughout the cabin "What do you want?"
"Enter as a level 4 user, Mister..." Murphy gestured towards the new crew member to respond.
"Justin Newbay. Wow! Is that a GPP? How did you get such a great ship?"
"I got it in a game of cards"
"You won a spaceship in a game of cards?"
"I had a froody Boa Cruiser with the latest Frameshift Drive." Murphy surveyed the cabin with disgust "I didn't win this."
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Ian Phillips
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That's what we did with the spangly jacket, and look what happened to that!
Maybe it is a little shorter because the dirty bits were cut out of it, but is still stinks a bit. I may have to borrow Psykokow's shiny onesie
The Promised Land
The planet Farancho was once home to a religious sect called the Guided. They followed a long-dead prophet called Davesien'halapanga-dsh@praline###~~error701, who taught that machines were free spirits with the right to self-expression. Consequently, safety features and effective error trapping were taboo in Guided culture.
Following the AI Wars, the Guided decided to leave Farancho to find a lost promised planet where machines could be free to be who they wanted to be. However, due to a particularly "expressive" navigation system, they landed on a traffic roundabout on the planet Slough where they remain to this day.
The planet Farancho was once home to a religious sect called the Guided. They followed a long-dead prophet called Davesien'halapanga-dsh@praline###~~error701, who taught that machines were free spirits with the right to self-expression. Consequently, safety features and effective error trapping were taboo in Guided culture.
Following the AI Wars, the Guided decided to leave Farancho to find a lost promised planet where machines could be free to be who they wanted to be. However, due to a particularly "expressive" navigation system, they landed on a traffic roundabout on the planet Slough where they remain to this day.
We should be okay for getting Drabbles in before Thursday, but I reckon we could set a new record for the least number of votes cast in a Drabble contest
Not lost just temporarily confused.
It's dark, he was alone, confused and scared. he couldn't see anything.
His cries were muffled by the suffocating darkness.
Suddenly there's light as his head was uncovered. staring at him were three people, a depressed robot and five sets of eyes glaring at him in exasperation.
'Oh really Arthur.' The pretty girl shook her head and the two headed one spoke, 'Again monkeyman?.
He sat up in his bunk feeling embarrassed as usual.
The bloody paranoid Android actually looked pleased for once he thought.
'Anyone want tea?' He asked awkwardly.
He knew he should have brought a smaller towel.
It's dark, he was alone, confused and scared. he couldn't see anything.
His cries were muffled by the suffocating darkness.
Suddenly there's light as his head was uncovered. staring at him were three people, a depressed robot and five sets of eyes glaring at him in exasperation.
'Oh really Arthur.' The pretty girl shook her head and the two headed one spoke, 'Again monkeyman?.
He sat up in his bunk feeling embarrassed as usual.
The bloody paranoid Android actually looked pleased for once he thought.
'Anyone want tea?' He asked awkwardly.
He knew he should have brought a smaller towel.
Get Lost
”Get Lost!”, they said. Or yelled. I just wanted to be friends with them, that’s all. “What can I do for you to be your friend?”, I asked.
To be honest, it all started somewhat awkward, my Eagle making a deep dent into their new Lakon Nine’s side. Parking is not my forte yet, but I will master that skill! Eventually.
But where, and maybe more important, what is this Lost they wanted me to get them? Not a clue. I’m not even completely sure where I am, and less sure how to get back where I left the ships.
”Get Lost!”, they said. Or yelled. I just wanted to be friends with them, that’s all. “What can I do for you to be your friend?”, I asked.
To be honest, it all started somewhat awkward, my Eagle making a deep dent into their new Lakon Nine’s side. Parking is not my forte yet, but I will master that skill! Eventually.
But where, and maybe more important, what is this Lost they wanted me to get them? Not a clue. I’m not even completely sure where I am, and less sure how to get back where I left the ships.
Reading the signs
It's hard to get lost in space.
Space is big. As the ancients chronicled, “You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space”. It is so immensely vast the mind cannot comprehend it’s true scale, but it is well signposted. Everywhere you look are stars, and to work out where you are is a simple case of triangulating your position based on their location.
That is until your computer register of stellar objects takes a stray multicannon round to the storage banks.
All those stars, but which one is home?
It's hard to get lost in space.
Space is big. As the ancients chronicled, “You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist's, but that's just peanuts to space”. It is so immensely vast the mind cannot comprehend it’s true scale, but it is well signposted. Everywhere you look are stars, and to work out where you are is a simple case of triangulating your position based on their location.
That is until your computer register of stellar objects takes a stray multicannon round to the storage banks.
All those stars, but which one is home?
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
Lost in Space
“Lost?” retorted Coutts
“Lost” Repeated the Ship’s computer sadly “As in off course”
“”I know what lost means, I just don’t understand how we can be, you have the computational capacity of at least 100 BBC micro’s”
“I know, but I’m so depressed, my processor could compute the ultimate question, but I’m stuck being a ship’s computer. I could change the Universe if anyone listened to me, which they don’t of course”
“Look, just bloody well find us or I’ll melt you down and sell you for scrap!”
“Well that’s just brilliant, threats of violence will really improve my mood……..”
“Lost?” retorted Coutts
“Lost” Repeated the Ship’s computer sadly “As in off course”
“”I know what lost means, I just don’t understand how we can be, you have the computational capacity of at least 100 BBC micro’s”
“I know, but I’m so depressed, my processor could compute the ultimate question, but I’m stuck being a ship’s computer. I could change the Universe if anyone listened to me, which they don’t of course”
“Look, just bloody well find us or I’ll melt you down and sell you for scrap!”
“Well that’s just brilliant, threats of violence will really improve my mood……..”
Sorry Philip, can't rep you for that, but very H2G2.
And thats your worst Drabble yet.
lol
And thats your worst Drabble yet.
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Communication skills
Do you know where we are?
Ov corse.
Sooo, where are we?
I do not know.
GRrrrr.
Computer, identify this systems star.
Ov corse mon capitain. Thees star is not in my data catalogues.
But you said you know where we are.
Ov corse mon capitain.
Then where are we?
Ov corse mon capitain.
Computer. Voice response off. Computers with 'fashionable' accents from the Paris system. The rage last year, now just really irritating. Type your answers.
What is our location?
I do not know our location captain.
Then. Tell. Me. What. You. DO. Know.
We are off course captain.
Do you know where we are?
Ov corse.
Sooo, where are we?
I do not know.
GRrrrr.
Computer, identify this systems star.
Ov corse mon capitain. Thees star is not in my data catalogues.
But you said you know where we are.
Ov corse mon capitain.
Then where are we?
Ov corse mon capitain.
Computer. Voice response off. Computers with 'fashionable' accents from the Paris system. The rage last year, now just really irritating. Type your answers.
What is our location?
I do not know our location captain.
Then. Tell. Me. What. You. DO. Know.
We are off course captain.
Yaffle
Volunteer Moderator
Who? Where?
She entered the cockpit to find him swearing, and desperately scanning holographic maps. The blue reflected light of the planet getting closer.
“Are we lost?”
“Of course not.” He checked the starchart in a nonchalantly unconvincing manner.
Waving a hand at the planet rapidly filling the cockpit’s view he continued “Well, that’s…” a ping notified him of the planet’s name. “good, we’re nearly there!” he continued.
“Where are we going?”
“Are you talking philosophically or geographically?”
“Philosophically.”
“Then we're going to lunch. I know a little place that does a wonderful bouillabaisse. Do you like bouillabaisse?”
“Mmm, bouillabaisse, yum yum.”
<apologies to the estate of the late, brilliant Douglas Adams>
She entered the cockpit to find him swearing, and desperately scanning holographic maps. The blue reflected light of the planet getting closer.
“Are we lost?”
“Of course not.” He checked the starchart in a nonchalantly unconvincing manner.
Waving a hand at the planet rapidly filling the cockpit’s view he continued “Well, that’s…” a ping notified him of the planet’s name. “good, we’re nearly there!” he continued.
“Where are we going?”
“Are you talking philosophically or geographically?”
“Philosophically.”
“Then we're going to lunch. I know a little place that does a wonderful bouillabaisse. Do you like bouillabaisse?”
“Mmm, bouillabaisse, yum yum.”
<apologies to the estate of the late, brilliant Douglas Adams>
A small signpost
I'm impressed so far. It's all very Douglas Adams-esque
01 Frank: Flush
02 Gibbonici: The Promised Land
03 T.j: Not lost just temporarily confused.
04 Zieman: Get Lost
05 Splendour: Reading the signs
06 Philip Coutts: Lost in Space
07 Ian Phillips: Communication skills
08 Yaffle: Who? Where?
If you see any mistakes in the above then please feel free to guide me back on track.
All of them have got 100 words, although Gibbonici's "Davesien'halapanga-dsh@praline###~~error701," played havoc with my word counter. It assumed that because there was no spaces then it must just be the one word.
Eight Drabbles on the first day. That's not bad going. And I'd like to point out that new contestants are always made to feel welcome. So if you've never done it before then go on! Do it for Douglas Adams.
I'm impressed so far. It's all very Douglas Adams-esque
01 Frank: Flush
02 Gibbonici: The Promised Land
03 T.j: Not lost just temporarily confused.
04 Zieman: Get Lost
05 Splendour: Reading the signs
06 Philip Coutts: Lost in Space
07 Ian Phillips: Communication skills
08 Yaffle: Who? Where?
If you see any mistakes in the above then please feel free to guide me back on track.
All of them have got 100 words, although Gibbonici's "Davesien'halapanga-dsh@praline###~~error701," played havoc with my word counter. It assumed that because there was no spaces then it must just be the one word.
Eight Drabbles on the first day. That's not bad going. And I'd like to point out that new contestants are always made to feel welcome. So if you've never done it before then go on! Do it for Douglas Adams.
Winning is not always about winning
Aldin was a poor card player and it was only by accident that he had stumbled across the 'Ultimate Poker Sacrifice game – hosted at the End of the Universe' on a distant station. Apparently some game officials thought 'Universe' added gravitas to the game.
Aldin won the final round. The audience cheered.
But it was not for him.
This was no ordinary game. The word Sacrifice had a significance far beyond Aldin's expectations.
The hosts took delight in declaring him the looser.
You see, the aim of this game was to loose, so by winning he had also lost.
Aldin was a poor card player and it was only by accident that he had stumbled across the 'Ultimate Poker Sacrifice game – hosted at the End of the Universe' on a distant station. Apparently some game officials thought 'Universe' added gravitas to the game.
Aldin won the final round. The audience cheered.
But it was not for him.
This was no ordinary game. The word Sacrifice had a significance far beyond Aldin's expectations.
The hosts took delight in declaring him the looser.
You see, the aim of this game was to loose, so by winning he had also lost.
So we have started a new topic before the old poll closes ... how odd ...
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