Last week's winner was Simoof, and whilst stuck in a bus in the middle of a massive traffic jam, he came up with the topic of "Traffic"
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Make sure you come back on Sunday night to see how well your Drabble has done. At least come back before Monday 15:00 to check if you're the one that has to provide us with a topic.
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants, don't vote for yourselves.
Anyone caught voting for themselves shall find themselves in Psykokow's Bus of Compulsory Fun, stuck in traffic and forced to sing "The wheels of the bus ain't goin' round and round..."
01 - Alien - TRAFFIC JAM
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And that's when the heat killed Simoof
02 - phong - How they bore the crown from lave to hutton
An epic laye of Conehead the Barbed Hairy One
'Ah ,wait,i think i know a shortcut.'
Cones for the next 73 parsecs
Reduce Speed now
Single Lane Traffic Only
Next Services 18 Light Years
Reduce Speed now
Single Lane Traffic Only
'Are we there yet?
No Overtaking for Next 43 Light Years
Major Spaceworks Ahead
Detour
Debris Field Ahead.Dead Slow.
'Let's stop and ask this guy for directions'
'Is this the second roundabout?'
Cones End 3 parsecs
'Is this still the second roundabout???'
Welcome to Lave.From the land of the mug to the home of the cone.
03 - rootsrat - Human Traffic
There were way too many security ships around here. I was drifting towards the station, cold and silent. Just before the mailbox a warning flashed on my HUD. “Scan Detected”. No! I’ve had a cargo hold full of slaves! That’s it. I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a prison… A message arrived: “Thanks for your cooperation, Commander. Welcome to our starport.”
What? Impossible!
“Your shipment of organic meat will surely improve living standards on our station.”
Meat?! I checked the ship systems and stared in horror at the line that read: “Cargo Hold Life Support: OFF”.
04 - Galactic Midden - The Voyage
The phenomenon was incredible, every time he tried leaving, docking control reported a delay due to severe congestion. He turned to number 2, a strapping young commander called S'Paurann from an exotic land nearby, "s'pose you could do the boring wait". He handed over control.
"Clearance granted" docking control replied immediately, "can we escort you? free wash? complimentary nuts?" the docker pleaded as they exited towards the starting point.
And there it was, the beginning of the Hutton highway, a chain of Type 9's, Cutters, a diversity of ships marking out points of respite all the way to Jaques Station.
05 - moose666 - Traffic gnomes
"Report!"
The bridge of the cutter had just been plunged into darkness.
"Theres a comms connection to the navigation computer, some seriously high traffic."
Suddenly, the lights flared back on, but all the displays had a disturbing sight
"Neaaaaaahahaha, it is I, the AI form of PornoGnome!"
"Captain, the computer storage system is.... ugh."
Pornognome laughed in a disturbingly obscene fashion.
"Well, what is it?"
"It has 20 exabytes of horse pr0n on it"
Again, the laugh
"Its all intertwined within my fractal systems, you have 'neigh' chance of getting it off!"
He laughed again, the speakers on full volume.
06 - Simoof - The rubbish driver.
Midden took in the view. Black void, bereft of life, unchanging, monotonous. He'd grown sick of seeing it. Some people said it was beautiful. It wasn't, it was ugly, it was stomach churning. It was also time to wake it for the shift change.
Psykokow groggily took the controls as Midden prepared for his six month cryo-sleep.
"Remember, ahead keep right" Midden shouted before slipping into his well earned rest.
-----
A blink for Midden. he awoke to see the rear-end of a ship. He prodded Psykokow awake.
"5 months I've been stuck behind this"
"You do know it's a billboard?"
07 - RoyalHankey - Lessons to be learned
Traffic, what's traffic.
A good pilot follows diversions.
Bad pilot take ages get to the venue because he follows the flow of stationary traffic.
A idiot pilot follows his brothers app directions keep right, keep right.
A good pilot knows the best route to take.
But thats not what a idiot pilot does.
An idiot pilot doesn't make waypoint or scoop points.
A good pilot never listens to psykokows music.
It is a fatal mistake, you run out of fuel.
Ask Mahddogg he knows too well.
My only suggestion is to read the pilots manual.
Only idiots don't.
Farwell Commanders.
08 - CMDR Texas Stu - TRAFFIC WOULD BE PREFERABLE
504 hours later, Commander Buck Nekkid woke at the strange clicking and whirring sounds somewhere near.
Unintelligible to Buck, it sent an icy chill throughout his entire body.
(Approximate translation follows)
[The FIRST hive mind:
Deranged waterbags expanded more.
Grade 2 traffic to 80 DD-D 774-CE-2
64.309% saturation of their cure.
12540 lures found.
2 Bait stations depleted.
213 strategic locations ready.
478 total implants currently in cloaked mode.
21 current key positioned implants, cloaked.
1 prospective key implant located.
Acquiring...]
While making his log entry Buck could not help but think of his 'Cow' and said, "For the MUG!"
09 - Vingtetun - "Mug"
Cecil inspected his beverage hoard
Some gin, bourbon and mugs on board
"To Alvin Defeer,"
"I have a plan, it's Cecil B here"
"for the mug".... launched his ship
iced.... Poured.... and took a sip.
"Dear god," called Cecil. "I can't see straight,
Get out my way! I mustn't be late.
I seem to be having a bit of an issue.
I've dropped my gin, quick grab some tissue.
Get out of my way!
This booze is illegal, I really shouldn't stay.
I'll dodge all this traffic and get Lael back
Oh bother.
I'm wedged.
In the ruddy toast rack."
10 - Frank - I'm Not His Keeper
Joe's starbike sped past the line of queuing spaceships, heading towards the docking slot at way over the speed limit. He glanced against the nacelle of an Imperial Clipper.
All hell broke loose. The Imperials fired at Joe. The station fired at the Imperials. Everyone fired at Joe.
Joe's father was watching dispassionately from a Python that was stuck in the queue. "Yer brother's one hell of a pilot. The way he's handling that starbike, weaving and dodging all those lasers. I'm amazed he clipped that spaceship in the first place."
Frank shrugged his shoulders, "Ya think that was accidental?"
11 - cleonymus - It won't be long now.
Onionhead is famous. It's a common drug used in anarchy worlds by pirates of all political persuasions. The effects vary from pilot to pilot. Many become quite ticklish others are prone to manic killing sprees.
Jeff had purchased his first onion head three days ago and made his way to deserted, out of the way system to try it. Alone, floating in his Cobra the effects had been more unusual.
Convinced his ship was trapped in a holding pattern, he was sure he could soon jump back to civilisation.
Just as soon as this star changed from red to green.
12 - FelixBast - Human Traffic
There is a traffic of human misery.
A traffic that takes a human life and grinds it down until it is a raw soulless corpse.
A traffic that leaves a sane human being weeping in despair at humanities inhumanity.
A traffic that makes you wish for a restart button for the universe.
I hate this kind of traffic and I always seem to get stuck in it every time I come to Achenar to sell slaves.
Still, it could be a lot worse. I could be one of the poor sods stuck in the cargo containers that fill my hold.
13 - Saint John Hawke - Chaos at Lave Station
There was problems at Lave Station.
A type-9 broke down inside the entrance.
It caused chaos, space horns sounding everywhere.
Traffic Control was in a dilemma.
Police Vipers couldn't go and do there patrols either.
It was bedlam, no one could help.
The station weapons was not operational.
This went on for hours.
People had to go and do a lot of scooping
They would of run out of fuel other wise.
It was a long wait, when suddenly power came on.
Everyone jumped for joy because now it could be sorted.
That's when the station weapons killed Simoof's type-9.
14 - insanephoton - Flying Ant day
I grew up on an agri-world. Every summer on a particularly sultry calm day we'd get flying ant day. It seemed like every ant colony erupted. Countless thousands of worker ants fussed around the winged queens and males that were about to set off to attempt to establish a new colony.
I guess that you could say what we're doing here in the shipyard is something similar. The system is buzzing with heavy traffic as we race to complete the stations. Much like the ants we will send them out to an uncertain fate in hope of a brighter future
Psykokow hosts the Abraka-Drabble live reading show and comedy hour at 7pm GMT, Fridays on...
HUTTON ORBITAL RADIO! http://streaming.radionomy.com/HuttonOrbitalRadio (audio only)
LAVE RADIO! http://laveradio.com/ (audio only)
TWITCH! http://www.twitch.tv/psykokow/ (audio & visual)
and will also be uploaded to his You-tube channel & anywhere else he can inflict the world with our drabblings!
Make sure you come back on Sunday night to see how well your Drabble has done. At least come back before Monday 15:00 to check if you're the one that has to provide us with a topic.
Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants, don't vote for yourselves.
Anyone caught voting for themselves shall find themselves in Psykokow's Bus of Compulsory Fun, stuck in traffic and forced to sing "The wheels of the bus ain't goin' round and round..."
01 - Alien - TRAFFIC JAM
sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
sweating sweating sweating sweating move a few inches stop
And that's when the heat killed Simoof
02 - phong - How they bore the crown from lave to hutton
An epic laye of Conehead the Barbed Hairy One
'Ah ,wait,i think i know a shortcut.'
Cones for the next 73 parsecs
Reduce Speed now
Single Lane Traffic Only
Next Services 18 Light Years
Reduce Speed now
Single Lane Traffic Only
'Are we there yet?
No Overtaking for Next 43 Light Years
Major Spaceworks Ahead
Detour
Debris Field Ahead.Dead Slow.
'Let's stop and ask this guy for directions'
'Is this the second roundabout?'
Cones End 3 parsecs
'Is this still the second roundabout???'
Welcome to Lave.From the land of the mug to the home of the cone.
03 - rootsrat - Human Traffic
There were way too many security ships around here. I was drifting towards the station, cold and silent. Just before the mailbox a warning flashed on my HUD. “Scan Detected”. No! I’ve had a cargo hold full of slaves! That’s it. I’m going to spend the rest of my life in a prison… A message arrived: “Thanks for your cooperation, Commander. Welcome to our starport.”
What? Impossible!
“Your shipment of organic meat will surely improve living standards on our station.”
Meat?! I checked the ship systems and stared in horror at the line that read: “Cargo Hold Life Support: OFF”.
04 - Galactic Midden - The Voyage
The phenomenon was incredible, every time he tried leaving, docking control reported a delay due to severe congestion. He turned to number 2, a strapping young commander called S'Paurann from an exotic land nearby, "s'pose you could do the boring wait". He handed over control.
"Clearance granted" docking control replied immediately, "can we escort you? free wash? complimentary nuts?" the docker pleaded as they exited towards the starting point.
And there it was, the beginning of the Hutton highway, a chain of Type 9's, Cutters, a diversity of ships marking out points of respite all the way to Jaques Station.
05 - moose666 - Traffic gnomes
"Report!"
The bridge of the cutter had just been plunged into darkness.
"Theres a comms connection to the navigation computer, some seriously high traffic."
Suddenly, the lights flared back on, but all the displays had a disturbing sight
"Neaaaaaahahaha, it is I, the AI form of PornoGnome!"
"Captain, the computer storage system is.... ugh."
Pornognome laughed in a disturbingly obscene fashion.
"Well, what is it?"
"It has 20 exabytes of horse pr0n on it"
Again, the laugh
"Its all intertwined within my fractal systems, you have 'neigh' chance of getting it off!"
He laughed again, the speakers on full volume.
06 - Simoof - The rubbish driver.
Midden took in the view. Black void, bereft of life, unchanging, monotonous. He'd grown sick of seeing it. Some people said it was beautiful. It wasn't, it was ugly, it was stomach churning. It was also time to wake it for the shift change.
Psykokow groggily took the controls as Midden prepared for his six month cryo-sleep.
"Remember, ahead keep right" Midden shouted before slipping into his well earned rest.
-----
A blink for Midden. he awoke to see the rear-end of a ship. He prodded Psykokow awake.
"5 months I've been stuck behind this"
"You do know it's a billboard?"
07 - RoyalHankey - Lessons to be learned
Traffic, what's traffic.
A good pilot follows diversions.
Bad pilot take ages get to the venue because he follows the flow of stationary traffic.
A idiot pilot follows his brothers app directions keep right, keep right.
A good pilot knows the best route to take.
But thats not what a idiot pilot does.
An idiot pilot doesn't make waypoint or scoop points.
A good pilot never listens to psykokows music.
It is a fatal mistake, you run out of fuel.
Ask Mahddogg he knows too well.
My only suggestion is to read the pilots manual.
Only idiots don't.
Farwell Commanders.
08 - CMDR Texas Stu - TRAFFIC WOULD BE PREFERABLE
504 hours later, Commander Buck Nekkid woke at the strange clicking and whirring sounds somewhere near.
Unintelligible to Buck, it sent an icy chill throughout his entire body.
(Approximate translation follows)
[The FIRST hive mind:
Deranged waterbags expanded more.
Grade 2 traffic to 80 DD-D 774-CE-2
64.309% saturation of their cure.
12540 lures found.
2 Bait stations depleted.
213 strategic locations ready.
478 total implants currently in cloaked mode.
21 current key positioned implants, cloaked.
1 prospective key implant located.
Acquiring...]
While making his log entry Buck could not help but think of his 'Cow' and said, "For the MUG!"
09 - Vingtetun - "Mug"
Cecil inspected his beverage hoard
Some gin, bourbon and mugs on board
"To Alvin Defeer,"
"I have a plan, it's Cecil B here"
"for the mug".... launched his ship
iced.... Poured.... and took a sip.
"Dear god," called Cecil. "I can't see straight,
Get out my way! I mustn't be late.
I seem to be having a bit of an issue.
I've dropped my gin, quick grab some tissue.
Get out of my way!
This booze is illegal, I really shouldn't stay.
I'll dodge all this traffic and get Lael back
Oh bother.
I'm wedged.
In the ruddy toast rack."
10 - Frank - I'm Not His Keeper
Joe's starbike sped past the line of queuing spaceships, heading towards the docking slot at way over the speed limit. He glanced against the nacelle of an Imperial Clipper.
All hell broke loose. The Imperials fired at Joe. The station fired at the Imperials. Everyone fired at Joe.
Joe's father was watching dispassionately from a Python that was stuck in the queue. "Yer brother's one hell of a pilot. The way he's handling that starbike, weaving and dodging all those lasers. I'm amazed he clipped that spaceship in the first place."
Frank shrugged his shoulders, "Ya think that was accidental?"
11 - cleonymus - It won't be long now.
Onionhead is famous. It's a common drug used in anarchy worlds by pirates of all political persuasions. The effects vary from pilot to pilot. Many become quite ticklish others are prone to manic killing sprees.
Jeff had purchased his first onion head three days ago and made his way to deserted, out of the way system to try it. Alone, floating in his Cobra the effects had been more unusual.
Convinced his ship was trapped in a holding pattern, he was sure he could soon jump back to civilisation.
Just as soon as this star changed from red to green.
12 - FelixBast - Human Traffic
There is a traffic of human misery.
A traffic that takes a human life and grinds it down until it is a raw soulless corpse.
A traffic that leaves a sane human being weeping in despair at humanities inhumanity.
A traffic that makes you wish for a restart button for the universe.
I hate this kind of traffic and I always seem to get stuck in it every time I come to Achenar to sell slaves.
Still, it could be a lot worse. I could be one of the poor sods stuck in the cargo containers that fill my hold.
13 - Saint John Hawke - Chaos at Lave Station
There was problems at Lave Station.
A type-9 broke down inside the entrance.
It caused chaos, space horns sounding everywhere.
Traffic Control was in a dilemma.
Police Vipers couldn't go and do there patrols either.
It was bedlam, no one could help.
The station weapons was not operational.
This went on for hours.
People had to go and do a lot of scooping
They would of run out of fuel other wise.
It was a long wait, when suddenly power came on.
Everyone jumped for joy because now it could be sorted.
That's when the station weapons killed Simoof's type-9.
14 - insanephoton - Flying Ant day
I grew up on an agri-world. Every summer on a particularly sultry calm day we'd get flying ant day. It seemed like every ant colony erupted. Countless thousands of worker ants fussed around the winged queens and males that were about to set off to attempt to establish a new colony.
I guess that you could say what we're doing here in the shipyard is something similar. The system is buzzing with heavy traffic as we race to complete the stations. Much like the ants we will send them out to an uncertain fate in hope of a brighter future
