Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
I think I need a better microphone.
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I think I need a better microphone.
Sack o' Coal Miss-Tied
Psykokow gave Tj a dirty look.
Tj was annoyed at himself. "I didn't know we were going to be attacked! Those sacks of coal were too cheap to pass up. I'll stick them in the cargo hold myself later, but I'm a bit busy now. This Viper could kill us if I don't get him. Please check the sacks are secure."
They weren't. A lurch and Psykokow was buried under coal.
He managed to struggle free in time to hear Tj cheer "He's toast!"
Everything was going to be okay.
A Lakon popped into existence and rammed them to death.
Psykokow gave Tj a dirty look.
Tj was annoyed at himself. "I didn't know we were going to be attacked! Those sacks of coal were too cheap to pass up. I'll stick them in the cargo hold myself later, but I'm a bit busy now. This Viper could kill us if I don't get him. Please check the sacks are secure."
They weren't. A lurch and Psykokow was buried under coal.
He managed to struggle free in time to hear Tj cheer "He's toast!"
Everything was going to be okay.
A Lakon popped into existence and rammed them to death.
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Wow its heating up!! 
Weeks Theme
*Death/Beef*
Current Entries
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01 *100* - Psykokow - Well Done : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=660574&postcount=3917[/SIZE]
02 *100* - Frank - Sack o' Coal Miss-Tied : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=662592&postcount=3922[/SIZE]
Weeks Theme
*Death/Beef*
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Psykokow - Well Done : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=660574&postcount=3917[/SIZE]
02 *100* - Frank - Sack o' Coal Miss-Tied : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=662592&postcount=3922[/SIZE]
A few more Drabbles please
Well it does mean I've got a fifty-fifty chance of winning, well, it's fifty-fifty if the voters are throwing darts at the screen to decide.
Another way of looking at it is that the host is going to have an easy job this week. Whoever is voting. I can't manage. Sorry!<shrugs>
Well it does mean I've got a fifty-fifty chance of winning, well, it's fifty-fifty if the voters are throwing darts at the screen to decide.
Another way of looking at it is that the host is going to have an easy job this week. Whoever is voting. I can't manage. Sorry!<shrugs>
Hey, 'Kow... Don't worry... I got yer back...
Hinduism Never Hurt Anybody
Commander Frank should have asked more questions when he took on two passengers for their vacation destination. He may have decided against it, but the barstool he was residing on was about to be pulled from under him if he didn't earn more credits soon.
Frank turned to Kalran, "We're about to enter hyperspace. Is your cow secured?"
"She is not just a cow. She is my faith," said the Hindu.
"Whatever," muttered Frank as they entered hyperspace.
Turbulence, straps snapping, a loose cow in the cockpit, and a rough exit found a horn impaled through Frank's chair and chest.
Commander Frank should have asked more questions when he took on two passengers for their vacation destination. He may have decided against it, but the barstool he was residing on was about to be pulled from under him if he didn't earn more credits soon.
Frank turned to Kalran, "We're about to enter hyperspace. Is your cow secured?"
"She is not just a cow. She is my faith," said the Hindu.
"Whatever," muttered Frank as they entered hyperspace.
Turbulence, straps snapping, a loose cow in the cockpit, and a rough exit found a horn impaled through Frank's chair and chest.
Don't Mess with Assassins
The pirate had hoped he’d be safe in the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance. He was so wrong…
He had decided not to attract attention, but old habits die hard. After a couple of Janxes he started swaggering and acting aggressively, as usual.
He made a pass at a tall, attractive woman. Gir was unimpressed, but a hint of a memory popped into her head. She checked her comms-unit.
Yes! There was a bounty!
Next time the pirate looked, she smiled. He approached, smirking. Gir’s knife shot out, mortally wounding him.
“What’s your beef with me?” he gasped.
“No beef,” she smiled, “just business.”
The pirate had hoped he’d be safe in the Thargoid-and-Fer-de-Lance. He was so wrong…
He had decided not to attract attention, but old habits die hard. After a couple of Janxes he started swaggering and acting aggressively, as usual.
He made a pass at a tall, attractive woman. Gir was unimpressed, but a hint of a memory popped into her head. She checked her comms-unit.
Yes! There was a bounty!
Next time the pirate looked, she smiled. He approached, smirking. Gir’s knife shot out, mortally wounding him.
“What’s your beef with me?” he gasped.
“No beef,” she smiled, “just business.”
Ian Phillips
Volunteer Moderator
Swimming in it.
Psykokow hummed happily to himself whilst mucking out the cattle. This idea was going to make him rich!
He had hired a biodome enclosure and was planning on supplying beef to the local McThargoids. Pure genius, even if the smell was getting rather overpowering. Still, given his own level of 'emissions' he was used to a certain level of background fug.
He finished scooping the dung into a container and trundled it over to the composting bin. Bending over to open the lid a wave of noxious gases enveloped him. Unconscious, he fell forward. The lid automatically sealed after him.
Psykokow hummed happily to himself whilst mucking out the cattle. This idea was going to make him rich!
He had hired a biodome enclosure and was planning on supplying beef to the local McThargoids. Pure genius, even if the smell was getting rather overpowering. Still, given his own level of 'emissions' he was used to a certain level of background fug.
He finished scooping the dung into a container and trundled it over to the composting bin. Bending over to open the lid a wave of noxious gases enveloped him. Unconscious, he fell forward. The lid automatically sealed after him.
The most beautiful drabble I've ever read - I wept
Silence of the Boiled Beef
The expresomat-cookease 3000(tm) pinged, a cloud of steam enveloped me. I took the piping-hot meal out and sat down to eat trying not to look at the mess on the plate.
The stringy grey lumps of gristle and purple tubes were tough to swallow but I persevered. The fatty deposits slid down as I gagged and retched forcing them down.
I tried to imagine it was a succulent joint of topside beef, I failed miserably.
I grasped desperately for my glass of Chianti washing down the bile and wished I'd remembered the Fava beans.
Susan Boils wouldn't be singing anymore.
The expresomat-cookease 3000(tm) pinged, a cloud of steam enveloped me. I took the piping-hot meal out and sat down to eat trying not to look at the mess on the plate.
The stringy grey lumps of gristle and purple tubes were tough to swallow but I persevered. The fatty deposits slid down as I gagged and retched forcing them down.
I tried to imagine it was a succulent joint of topside beef, I failed miserably.
I grasped desperately for my glass of Chianti washing down the bile and wished I'd remembered the Fava beans.
Susan Boils wouldn't be singing anymore.
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
Don't mess with the 'Kow
Frank was ecstatic, orgasmic even. He watched as the scummiest assassins in the Galaxy sped away from the stinking bar he called home. Each with orders to wipe his mortal enemy, Psykakow, from existence once and for all.
“A Janx to celebrate” he called to the barman “and a nice juicy bit of steak as well”
The steak arrived looking sumptuous. “New chef” grunted the barman to Frank’s enquiring look.
Frank started to chew the tender meat, odd flavour he thought. Then he died…….. horribly.
In the kitchen a cackling peel of laughter was heard. Don’t mess with the ‘Kow.
Frank was ecstatic, orgasmic even. He watched as the scummiest assassins in the Galaxy sped away from the stinking bar he called home. Each with orders to wipe his mortal enemy, Psykakow, from existence once and for all.
“A Janx to celebrate” he called to the barman “and a nice juicy bit of steak as well”
The steak arrived looking sumptuous. “New chef” grunted the barman to Frank’s enquiring look.
Frank started to chew the tender meat, odd flavour he thought. Then he died…….. horribly.
In the kitchen a cackling peel of laughter was heard. Don’t mess with the ‘Kow.
It is from these humble beginnings it starts.
Ever-growing ripples down the space-time continuum to this point:-
Two vast fleets facing each other across the battlespace. One fleet has a flag painted on their ships of a half-bottle of Janx and a whiff of gas. The other fleet sports the flag of a cow wearing a pirate's hat.
Onboard one ship an ensign looks out of the viewport at the myriad of ships. More numerous, they are, than the grains of sand on a shore. Puzzled, he turns to the Captain and asks "Why are we fighting?"
Ever-growing ripples down the space-time continuum to this point:-
Two vast fleets facing each other across the battlespace. One fleet has a flag painted on their ships of a half-bottle of Janx and a whiff of gas. The other fleet sports the flag of a cow wearing a pirate's hat.
Onboard one ship an ensign looks out of the viewport at the myriad of ships. More numerous, they are, than the grains of sand on a shore. Puzzled, he turns to the Captain and asks "Why are we fighting?"
Philip Coutts
Volunteer Moderator
Very nice Frank. It has the classic black comedy twist from funny to serious.
yeah... not looking forward to recording these this week.. can't think why.
Weeks Theme
*Death/Beef*
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Psykokow - Well Done : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=660574&postcount=3917[/SIZE]
02 *100* - Frank - Sack o' Coal Miss-Tied : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=662592&postcount=3922[/SIZE]
03 *100* - Erik Marcaigh - Hinduism Never Hurt Anybody : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=663273&postcount=3926[/SIZE]
04 *100* - Darkoba - Don't Mess with Assassins : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=664553&postcount=3928[/SIZE]
05 *100* - Ian Phillup - Swimming in it : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665317&postcount=3930[/SIZE]
06 *100* - T.J. - Silence of the Boiled Beef : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665724&postcount=3934[/SIZE]
07 *100* - Phillip Coutts - Don't mess with the 'Kow : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665739&postcount=3935[/SIZE]
08 *097* - Frank - Sommit BORING or owt : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665867&postcount=3936[/SIZE]
Weeks Theme
*Death/Beef*
Current Entries
*word count*
01 *100* - Psykokow - Well Done : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=660574&postcount=3917[/SIZE]
02 *100* - Frank - Sack o' Coal Miss-Tied : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=662592&postcount=3922[/SIZE]
03 *100* - Erik Marcaigh - Hinduism Never Hurt Anybody : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=663273&postcount=3926[/SIZE]
04 *100* - Darkoba - Don't Mess with Assassins : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=664553&postcount=3928[/SIZE]
05 *100* - Ian Phillup - Swimming in it : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665317&postcount=3930[/SIZE]
06 *100* - T.J. - Silence of the Boiled Beef : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665724&postcount=3934[/SIZE]
07 *100* - Phillip Coutts - Don't mess with the 'Kow : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665739&postcount=3935[/SIZE]
08 *097* - Frank - Sommit BORING or owt : http://forums.frontier.co.uk/showpost.php?p=665867&postcount=3936[/SIZE]
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