Thanks for the votes last week. My choice for this week was Charity
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Please vote. And a warning to all of the contestants, don't vote for yourselves.
Anyone caught voting for themselves shall find all their worldly possessions have been "donated" to Oxfam
01 - cleonymus - Read the small print.
The sign had been quite appealing.
A chance to make a difference.
Please donate today.
A small contribution can make a big difference, the sign said.
You could save lives, it said.
The message had called to his altruistic nature.
The greeter at the starport had been most welcoming.
His smile more friendly as you entered his office.
His helpers seemed excited and keen.
Just sign this donation form he said.
It would just take a minute.
Here have a drink while you wait.
It was all too easy.
He began to wonder what life without kidneys would be like.
02 - Listeri69 - Reputation on the line...
The message stood out on the bulletin board 100,000 credits needed to fund a new charity business,
Galatic midden was poised with his finger over the button,
he badly needed reputation and this was a fast way to getting the influence he needed
pressing the button a large thank you message flashed on his screen. Feeling good he picked up another load and prepared to make the long journey back to Hutton.
It wasn't till he flew out of the toast rack the ship started firing on him
'my name is charity and your my next business the message read'
03 - Frank - I Need to Sack My Agent
The audience applauded the start of the show.
Xander asked Christopher Biggins and Benedict Cumberbatch their charity. They replied "SpecialEffect." The audience applauded patronisingly. Xander addressed them. "Tonight on 'I'm a Celebrity, Make Me Eat Weird Stuff', Christopher Biggins will eat Benedict Cumberbatch, Live on Lave TV."
The camera didn't dwell on the gory carnage. It preferred to focus on the looks of horror of the audience, and the manic gleam in the TV host's eyes as he stared in fascination.
Afterwards Xander grabbed Chistopher's blood-soaked arm in victory. "And so there we have it. For charity, Biggins ate Holmes."
04 - moose666 - All charitied out
"Theres another one"
"Another what?"
He pointed at a gunship circling aimlessly and opened the local channel.
Nervous laughter came through the radio
"Another victim of donation madness, it seems that they were going for corvette access, but hundreds of charity missions take their toll"
The voice over the radio got louder
"You buy a large multicannon, a medium multicannon, a medium multicannon, a medium multicannon, a medium multicannon,
a small multicannon and a small multicannon"
"Uhh, captain, he's getting a bit..."
"AND THEN YOU DONATE BOOLETS!"
A storm of lead sparked off the vulture's shields
"Woah, time to go!"
05 - phong - Sweet chariots of fire
'The minute she walked in the joint' - the old man paused to release wind.
'They could see by the way she held herself she was a woman not to be trifled with.
High quality threads ; good looking,for a miner, so refined ,and with a twinkle in her eye that
said would'nt you like to know whats going on in my mine?'
He reached for his drink and took another sip.
'Well,let me get right to the point,i don't pop my cork for every girl i see,
,but sheesh-'.He whistled through his teeth.
Dear reader,she married him.
06 - Erik Marcaigh - Charity
"I've traveled a very long distance for you. Hearing your voice was not enough. I needed to feel it resonate through the air and into my soul. I had to see those smiling eyes in person. They're as blue as Lave's seas, twinkling in the sunset. Your silky hair, as black as the universe I witnessed from the Outer Arm. A blackness so complete, I could get lost forever and never be wont for anything else. Your skin, so smooth and porcelain, gleaming as stars in the sky..."
"Flattery is always appreciated," responded Charity. "But I don't come for free."
07 - Alien - Community Clothing
"Quick! Come and look at what I have made." Simoof seemed excited.
"Very nice." Galactic Midden's response wasn't what Simoof was looking for.
"Why don't you add some boobies?" A typical comment from Psykokow
"Add a stetson" Eric added.
"I'm special!" Everyone gave Skiprat in the corner, a dirty look
"Where's the bottle of Janx?" Frank always had one thing on his mind.
"I'd give it two votes." Surprising approval from T.J.
"What is it?" Asked Alien
"It's a virtual shirt" explained Simoof.
"Oh, and the design? something to sit on?" Alien pointed out.
Simoof smiled "It's a chair e-Tee."
08 - RoyalHankey - The The Big Queue
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And that's when they met Carity
09 - FelixBast - From the Hutton Orbital history files
The Pirate was confused and when curiosity got the better of him, he interdicted the T6.
A few blasts from his guns disabled its engines and he opened communications.
“Why are you carrying scrap metal to Hutton Orbital? The hull repair costs alone will make it unprofitable.”
“MODS”, replied the T6 pilot.
"What?”
“Mug Ownership Deficiency Syndrome, the whole stations come down with it. I’m bringing scrap metal to help the cause.”
“You’re doing this for charity?”
Suddenly the pirate’s radar lit up as 30 more ships dropped out of super cruise.
“No. We are doing it, For The Mug!”
10 - Simoof - Charity ends at home.
It sickened him. To the core.
On the radio Buck taunted him again, and again.
He looked at the list of CEO's on his invitation.
Core Dynamics, Faulcon DeLacy, Gutamaya, Lakon Spaceways, Saud Kruger, Zorgon Peterson.
They would all be at the upcoming tradeshow at Shinatra Dezhra. It would be their last.
The ice chinked in the emptied glass as he set it down on his desk one last time.
He flicked the lights off, locked the door and turned to take in the view one final time.
The amber glow started to flicker in the metallic sign: 'Sal's Sidewinders'
11 - psykokow - Charity
But a mere word, Charity,
Fighting poverty. Fighting for Justice.
Caring for those unable to care for themselves.
Showing love through hatred, selflessness in the face of greed.
…and here she stood.
A ship full of slaves behind her, a box of human misery.
In front, a gang of would be slavers, weapons drawn and expressions fixed and angry.
She was known to them, her reputation as strong as the meanings behind her name.
The exchange was short, the slavers weapons holstered. Where anger was contentment now grew.
As did her bank balance as she let them unload her ship.
12 - Splendour - Interstellar Mugging
The T6 rattled and shook as the interdiction meter dipped deep into the red. With a sickening lurch she was thrown back into Newtonian space spinning like a top. As the blur of stars finally came to a halt the menacing bulk of an Anaconda loomed over the stricken merchant.
The aggressor opened comms.
"Flying with no weapons? 104 tonnes of biowaste? Jettison it now. This is a Mugging!"
"Don't you mean piracy? and what the hell do you want with biowaste anyway?"
"No, a Mugging! Now scoop these Hutton Mugs and buy yourself some shock mines with the proceeds."
13 - insanephoton - Sweet Charity
Sometimes it seems that the people who decide the names of things have a warped sense of humour. I'm not sure why else this grim hell hole of a planet would be called Charity. The days are hot enough to melt lead and the nights are colder than an Imperial slaver's heart.
And yet just maybe they have a point. If you look hard enough you can find everything you need to survive here. In some deep caverns you can find water ice and other things necessary to survive. You just need to give it a little bit of time.
14 - Galactic Midden - Hold my kidney
The Doc looked up as the delivery bell rang. "Ah, another donation. Oooh kidneys!" he said delightedly. "We were running low. The miserable populace aboard the station will undoubtedly suffer without a regular supply"
"Do you think they'll question the source?" replied his assistant.
"Nah, no one asks questions when things simply work"
"True. OK, scrubbing done what's next?"
"Next we begin the daily operation of course Sam". The Doc glanced up at the station clock, "4:35, the day shift will be clicking off soon". He glanced at his notes, "get the oven on Sam, it's kidney pie tonight".
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 all their worldly possessions have been "donated" to Oxfam
01 - cleonymus - Read the small print.
The sign had been quite appealing.
A chance to make a difference.
Please donate today.
A small contribution can make a big difference, the sign said.
You could save lives, it said.
The message had called to his altruistic nature.
The greeter at the starport had been most welcoming.
His smile more friendly as you entered his office.
His helpers seemed excited and keen.
Just sign this donation form he said.
It would just take a minute.
Here have a drink while you wait.
It was all too easy.
He began to wonder what life without kidneys would be like.
02 - Listeri69 - Reputation on the line...
The message stood out on the bulletin board 100,000 credits needed to fund a new charity business,
Galatic midden was poised with his finger over the button,
he badly needed reputation and this was a fast way to getting the influence he needed
pressing the button a large thank you message flashed on his screen. Feeling good he picked up another load and prepared to make the long journey back to Hutton.
It wasn't till he flew out of the toast rack the ship started firing on him
'my name is charity and your my next business the message read'
03 - Frank - I Need to Sack My Agent
The audience applauded the start of the show.
Xander asked Christopher Biggins and Benedict Cumberbatch their charity. They replied "SpecialEffect." The audience applauded patronisingly. Xander addressed them. "Tonight on 'I'm a Celebrity, Make Me Eat Weird Stuff', Christopher Biggins will eat Benedict Cumberbatch, Live on Lave TV."
The camera didn't dwell on the gory carnage. It preferred to focus on the looks of horror of the audience, and the manic gleam in the TV host's eyes as he stared in fascination.
Afterwards Xander grabbed Chistopher's blood-soaked arm in victory. "And so there we have it. For charity, Biggins ate Holmes."
04 - moose666 - All charitied out
"Theres another one"
"Another what?"
He pointed at a gunship circling aimlessly and opened the local channel.
Nervous laughter came through the radio
"Another victim of donation madness, it seems that they were going for corvette access, but hundreds of charity missions take their toll"
The voice over the radio got louder
"You buy a large multicannon, a medium multicannon, a medium multicannon, a medium multicannon, a medium multicannon,
a small multicannon and a small multicannon"
"Uhh, captain, he's getting a bit..."
"AND THEN YOU DONATE BOOLETS!"
A storm of lead sparked off the vulture's shields
"Woah, time to go!"
05 - phong - Sweet chariots of fire
'The minute she walked in the joint' - the old man paused to release wind.
'They could see by the way she held herself she was a woman not to be trifled with.
High quality threads ; good looking,for a miner, so refined ,and with a twinkle in her eye that
said would'nt you like to know whats going on in my mine?'
He reached for his drink and took another sip.
'Well,let me get right to the point,i don't pop my cork for every girl i see,
,but sheesh-'.He whistled through his teeth.
Dear reader,she married him.
06 - Erik Marcaigh - Charity
"I've traveled a very long distance for you. Hearing your voice was not enough. I needed to feel it resonate through the air and into my soul. I had to see those smiling eyes in person. They're as blue as Lave's seas, twinkling in the sunset. Your silky hair, as black as the universe I witnessed from the Outer Arm. A blackness so complete, I could get lost forever and never be wont for anything else. Your skin, so smooth and porcelain, gleaming as stars in the sky..."
"Flattery is always appreciated," responded Charity. "But I don't come for free."
07 - Alien - Community Clothing
"Quick! Come and look at what I have made." Simoof seemed excited.
"Very nice." Galactic Midden's response wasn't what Simoof was looking for.
"Why don't you add some boobies?" A typical comment from Psykokow
"Add a stetson" Eric added.
"I'm special!" Everyone gave Skiprat in the corner, a dirty look
"Where's the bottle of Janx?" Frank always had one thing on his mind.
"I'd give it two votes." Surprising approval from T.J.
"What is it?" Asked Alien
"It's a virtual shirt" explained Simoof.
"Oh, and the design? something to sit on?" Alien pointed out.
Simoof smiled "It's a chair e-Tee."
08 - RoyalHankey - The The Big Queue
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 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 they met Carity
09 - FelixBast - From the Hutton Orbital history files
The Pirate was confused and when curiosity got the better of him, he interdicted the T6.
A few blasts from his guns disabled its engines and he opened communications.
“Why are you carrying scrap metal to Hutton Orbital? The hull repair costs alone will make it unprofitable.”
“MODS”, replied the T6 pilot.
"What?”
“Mug Ownership Deficiency Syndrome, the whole stations come down with it. I’m bringing scrap metal to help the cause.”
“You’re doing this for charity?”
Suddenly the pirate’s radar lit up as 30 more ships dropped out of super cruise.
“No. We are doing it, For The Mug!”
10 - Simoof - Charity ends at home.
It sickened him. To the core.
On the radio Buck taunted him again, and again.
He looked at the list of CEO's on his invitation.
Core Dynamics, Faulcon DeLacy, Gutamaya, Lakon Spaceways, Saud Kruger, Zorgon Peterson.
They would all be at the upcoming tradeshow at Shinatra Dezhra. It would be their last.
The ice chinked in the emptied glass as he set it down on his desk one last time.
He flicked the lights off, locked the door and turned to take in the view one final time.
The amber glow started to flicker in the metallic sign: 'Sal's Sidewinders'
11 - psykokow - Charity
But a mere word, Charity,
Fighting poverty. Fighting for Justice.
Caring for those unable to care for themselves.
Showing love through hatred, selflessness in the face of greed.
…and here she stood.
A ship full of slaves behind her, a box of human misery.
In front, a gang of would be slavers, weapons drawn and expressions fixed and angry.
She was known to them, her reputation as strong as the meanings behind her name.
The exchange was short, the slavers weapons holstered. Where anger was contentment now grew.
As did her bank balance as she let them unload her ship.
12 - Splendour - Interstellar Mugging
The T6 rattled and shook as the interdiction meter dipped deep into the red. With a sickening lurch she was thrown back into Newtonian space spinning like a top. As the blur of stars finally came to a halt the menacing bulk of an Anaconda loomed over the stricken merchant.
The aggressor opened comms.
"Flying with no weapons? 104 tonnes of biowaste? Jettison it now. This is a Mugging!"
"Don't you mean piracy? and what the hell do you want with biowaste anyway?"
"No, a Mugging! Now scoop these Hutton Mugs and buy yourself some shock mines with the proceeds."
13 - insanephoton - Sweet Charity
Sometimes it seems that the people who decide the names of things have a warped sense of humour. I'm not sure why else this grim hell hole of a planet would be called Charity. The days are hot enough to melt lead and the nights are colder than an Imperial slaver's heart.
And yet just maybe they have a point. If you look hard enough you can find everything you need to survive here. In some deep caverns you can find water ice and other things necessary to survive. You just need to give it a little bit of time.
14 - Galactic Midden - Hold my kidney
The Doc looked up as the delivery bell rang. "Ah, another donation. Oooh kidneys!" he said delightedly. "We were running low. The miserable populace aboard the station will undoubtedly suffer without a regular supply"
"Do you think they'll question the source?" replied his assistant.
"Nah, no one asks questions when things simply work"
"True. OK, scrubbing done what's next?"
"Next we begin the daily operation of course Sam". The Doc glanced up at the station clock, "4:35, the day shift will be clicking off soon". He glanced at his notes, "get the oven on Sam, it's kidney pie tonight".
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