Ladies & Gentlemen, when you see the [APPLAUSE] sign lit up I want you to holler and clap and whoop as loudly as you can... I CAN'T HEAR YOU!!!
Ladies & Gentlemen, here he is straight from his sell-out show in Vegas, It's Frank the Miner [APPLAUSE]
Thank you for that enthusiastic welcome [APPLAUSE] it's nice to be back doing this great show that's so popular not just in this country, but around the world [APPLAUSE] No please lets all just settle down so we can get through the poll introduction [sign flashes APPLAUSE] [APPLAUSE] [APPLAUSE] [APPLAUSE]
Edith_The_Hutt had a decisive win last week. <lone loud whoop> I see his mother is in the audience. The topic He chose for the week was "Game Show"
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) <audience yell MUG!!!>
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!
What we done here in the studio is just a bit of fun. It's your vote that counts. 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 be forced to host next week's Drabble contest.
01 - Galactic Midden - Spinning up the friendship drive
"Gooooooooooooood evening spacers!" I'm your host Corr Neepun and welcome to Maybury's Mad Coriolis Circumferential Cyclethon. Our special event is in aid of Crewmates Without Contracts and is sponsored by Mad Maybury himself.
"Hello Maybury, so what's it about?"
"Hi Corr, well there's thousands of potential crew positions out there but commanders don't think they need 'em. However, wrecks abandoned all the way to Jaques reveal that lie".
"If only people would hire some help"
"Exactly Corr, so this event's to promote CWC, my game where non Pilots Federation commanders race for a contract."
"How's it going?"
"Round in circles"
02 - Frank - Tick this box and two others
"This Drabble is brilliant. It should definitely win."
Listeri69 wasn't convinced. "This Drabble's poop.", although those weren't his exact words, "He's not even mentioned this week's topic."
Galactic Midden piped up "Don't you see what Frank is doing here? Another meaning of 'to game' is 'to exploit loopholes' or 'to cheat'. Frank is 'gaming' the Drabble show."
psykokow's eyes widened "Coo! that's meta!"
He looked directly down the lens of his camera and said with as much gravitas as he could muster "With a Drabble this clever, you should definitely vote for it."
Everyone cheered at this vote winning Drabble.
03 - Simoof - AI not so splendid a thing.
The camera ships circled over the gathering masses; ships shining in their splendorous colours.
The race officials took position at their designated way-point.
In the darkness, Commander Vingetun was waiting, in full body cast.
He took a deep breath and barked at his ships console "Open Fire!!"
"Are you sure old chap" his ship replied in a strange drunken accent. "That doesn't seem very sporting."
"YES, FIRE, at the officials - NOW!!"
"Open cargo-hatch, nope. Open landing-gear, not that either" his ship muttered...
His canopy opened. Untethered, Vingetun floated out into the blackness.
"I think I... Oh, where's he gone now?"
04 - CMDR FluffyBun - Sadly this has a low melt value
Ghostly ethereal echoes of Frank reverberated through the upstart writer, who had landed in a secluded part of the Pleiades nebula for 'illumination'.
Inspired, the writer fused simple words into contexts beyond all imagination and won the 1,286th series of "So you think you can drabble?"
How could such a journey yield the biggest Game Show prize of the 34th Century? How can an uninhabited moon with no atmosphere allow such forging of words? What on this moon could yield the strongest literary devices that had ever been seen?
You might say meta-alloys, but that would simply tarnish the lustre.
05 - moose666 - Mahddogging with Banzai
Mahddogg is exploring again, how far he go until he run out of fuel?
Tonight we find out in - THE MAHDDOGG MYSTERY FUEL-GAUGE FUMBLE!
The rules are simple, he will cross the starts towards the center of the galaxy, you must bet on how far he can go before he make a booboo and run dry.
How many lightyears will he make? Will it be
A - under 1000
B - 1000 to 5000
C - 5000 to 10000
D - Over 10000
PLACE YOUR BETS NOW, HURRY HURRY HURRY, DON'T BE A FOOL, BET!
*GONG*
BETTING ENDS!!!!
He is away!, now we wait...
06 - Edith_The_Hutt - A Dangerous Game
Two warriors squared up on the sand under burning suns. Their muscles flexed, their weapons spun and polished metal split bronzed flesh with homicidal glee. Finally one gladiator was victorious, stood dripping in sweat and gore before the crowd. Freedom had been won and the harshest price had been paid.
Patrician Warren cheered the victor, he bet the wrong way but somehow it didn't matter; this was competition made pure, life and death wagered in the ultimate game. He looked irritated at his son beside him, eyes glued to an inane tablet.
“Daaad, is it over yet? I'm missing CQC!”
07 - psykokow - Blank
Psykokow’s hand shook nervously as he read the question card to the contestant Mr Broobin.
“When asked a daft question, what blank did the angry contestant ram down the throat of the question master?”
David picked Jack Soffalot for an answer, the screen in front of him displayed “Luggage”
Suddenly a suitcase fell from the ceiling smacking him unconscious.
David picked Richard Swallow next.
“I want to change my answer” he begged
The screen revealed “Mug” to Richards protest ended swiftly by a heavy mug to his face.
David giggled picking Finn who smiled unsettlingly.
The screen flickered, revealing “****”
08 - phong - Stand by to board...
The operation to destroy the mug monopoly of Hutton Orbital had been a success,all that remained was to confiscate the ill gotten gains,set the charges to destroy the vessel,and initiate the countdown.The chase had leapfrogged across the system until the crew of the offending ship,realising how pointless their attempt at escape had become,surrendered to the pursuing battleships.Despite the draughts coming from the air-conditioning unit,it was hot.'Hello,buckaroos',said Commander Vingteun to the crew on the bridge,scrabbling to find somewhere to hide.'this is not a game.Show me the money.'
09 - Listeri69 - The game of lives....
Hello, and welcome to Winnard's hole in the wall, the game show where we see what fits inside winnard's hole. Today we have two wonderful contestants,
please give a warm Winnard's shart to the players. Whatscha name and wherecha from?
Hi my name is Psykokow and I'm from Kowden... And you sir?
My name is Simoof and I'm from the 17th century...
Well, that's fantastic, lets play round one, lets wack off into the hole! The rules are simple you each have a set of props simply choose the largest object you can fit in the hole.
Simoof chose Psykokow...
10 - RoyalHankey - The Galactic Mastermind
Psykokow you are next contestant on Galactic Mastermind.
Your chosen subject is Abraka Drabble Enterance Theme triggers, are you ready.
Yes said Psykokow.
Question one, what is Aliens theme. Psykokow replied !alien
Question two, what is Franks theme, that's easy said Psykokow its !Frank
Question three, what is Winnards theme. Psykokow replied !winnardshole
Take a short breath now you doing well three out of three,
Question four, what is Simoofs theme, Psykokow replied that's easy !pigfart.
Question five. what is RoyalHankeys theme. Psykokow replied !hankey
Any your the winner..... the prize is we will have to start the questions again.
11 - Ventura_ - The Unknown
The pilot throttled back the Cobra, it responded to his command and stopped. In the distance was a
python, waiting for his move, cargo or death. The Pilot looked in his scanner, nothing else appeared.
Then suddenly the python exploded, he looked in the direction of the green laser blast, his eyes
widened. He put the Cobra’s Throttle to full speed, then divide and at the same time banking left
and then right trying to avoid the same fate as its previous victim, the vid screen was playing some game
show, he shouted “Cecil turn that off” the ship complied.
12 - insanephoton - A difficult question.
'So Simoof, Alien, you've decided to gamble. Everything depends on the next question. What is the only gemstone to be initially identified from a faceted stone? Is it A, Moissanite. B, Tanzinite . C, Taaffeite or D, Cummingtonite?' Frank said in an excited tone
'Taaffeite' yelled .Simoof.
'Is that your final answer?'
"Yes it is'
'certain?'
'yes'
Ok let's see if you were correct. The answer is Taaffeite
'Congratulations you've won tonight's star prize. A Planetary Dynamics Stag surface recon vehicle'
'What are we going to do with an SRV? We live in a space station' Alien hissed under her breath
Ladies & Gentlemen, here he is straight from his sell-out show in Vegas, It's Frank the Miner [APPLAUSE]
Thank you for that enthusiastic welcome [APPLAUSE] it's nice to be back doing this great show that's so popular not just in this country, but around the world [APPLAUSE] No please lets all just settle down so we can get through the poll introduction [sign flashes APPLAUSE] [APPLAUSE] [APPLAUSE] [APPLAUSE]
Edith_The_Hutt had a decisive win last week. <lone loud whoop> I see his mother is in the audience. The topic He chose for the week was "Game Show"
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) <audience yell MUG!!!>
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!
What we done here in the studio is just a bit of fun. It's your vote that counts. 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 be forced to host next week's Drabble contest.
01 - Galactic Midden - Spinning up the friendship drive
"Gooooooooooooood evening spacers!" I'm your host Corr Neepun and welcome to Maybury's Mad Coriolis Circumferential Cyclethon. Our special event is in aid of Crewmates Without Contracts and is sponsored by Mad Maybury himself.
"Hello Maybury, so what's it about?"
"Hi Corr, well there's thousands of potential crew positions out there but commanders don't think they need 'em. However, wrecks abandoned all the way to Jaques reveal that lie".
"If only people would hire some help"
"Exactly Corr, so this event's to promote CWC, my game where non Pilots Federation commanders race for a contract."
"How's it going?"
"Round in circles"
02 - Frank - Tick this box and two others
"This Drabble is brilliant. It should definitely win."
Listeri69 wasn't convinced. "This Drabble's poop.", although those weren't his exact words, "He's not even mentioned this week's topic."
Galactic Midden piped up "Don't you see what Frank is doing here? Another meaning of 'to game' is 'to exploit loopholes' or 'to cheat'. Frank is 'gaming' the Drabble show."
psykokow's eyes widened "Coo! that's meta!"
He looked directly down the lens of his camera and said with as much gravitas as he could muster "With a Drabble this clever, you should definitely vote for it."
Everyone cheered at this vote winning Drabble.
03 - Simoof - AI not so splendid a thing.
The camera ships circled over the gathering masses; ships shining in their splendorous colours.
The race officials took position at their designated way-point.
In the darkness, Commander Vingetun was waiting, in full body cast.
He took a deep breath and barked at his ships console "Open Fire!!"
"Are you sure old chap" his ship replied in a strange drunken accent. "That doesn't seem very sporting."
"YES, FIRE, at the officials - NOW!!"
"Open cargo-hatch, nope. Open landing-gear, not that either" his ship muttered...
His canopy opened. Untethered, Vingetun floated out into the blackness.
"I think I... Oh, where's he gone now?"
04 - CMDR FluffyBun - Sadly this has a low melt value
Ghostly ethereal echoes of Frank reverberated through the upstart writer, who had landed in a secluded part of the Pleiades nebula for 'illumination'.
Inspired, the writer fused simple words into contexts beyond all imagination and won the 1,286th series of "So you think you can drabble?"
How could such a journey yield the biggest Game Show prize of the 34th Century? How can an uninhabited moon with no atmosphere allow such forging of words? What on this moon could yield the strongest literary devices that had ever been seen?
You might say meta-alloys, but that would simply tarnish the lustre.
05 - moose666 - Mahddogging with Banzai
Mahddogg is exploring again, how far he go until he run out of fuel?
Tonight we find out in - THE MAHDDOGG MYSTERY FUEL-GAUGE FUMBLE!
The rules are simple, he will cross the starts towards the center of the galaxy, you must bet on how far he can go before he make a booboo and run dry.
How many lightyears will he make? Will it be
A - under 1000
B - 1000 to 5000
C - 5000 to 10000
D - Over 10000
PLACE YOUR BETS NOW, HURRY HURRY HURRY, DON'T BE A FOOL, BET!
*GONG*
BETTING ENDS!!!!
He is away!, now we wait...
06 - Edith_The_Hutt - A Dangerous Game
Two warriors squared up on the sand under burning suns. Their muscles flexed, their weapons spun and polished metal split bronzed flesh with homicidal glee. Finally one gladiator was victorious, stood dripping in sweat and gore before the crowd. Freedom had been won and the harshest price had been paid.
Patrician Warren cheered the victor, he bet the wrong way but somehow it didn't matter; this was competition made pure, life and death wagered in the ultimate game. He looked irritated at his son beside him, eyes glued to an inane tablet.
“Daaad, is it over yet? I'm missing CQC!”
07 - psykokow - Blank
Psykokow’s hand shook nervously as he read the question card to the contestant Mr Broobin.
“When asked a daft question, what blank did the angry contestant ram down the throat of the question master?”
David picked Jack Soffalot for an answer, the screen in front of him displayed “Luggage”
Suddenly a suitcase fell from the ceiling smacking him unconscious.
David picked Richard Swallow next.
“I want to change my answer” he begged
The screen revealed “Mug” to Richards protest ended swiftly by a heavy mug to his face.
David giggled picking Finn who smiled unsettlingly.
The screen flickered, revealing “****”
08 - phong - Stand by to board...
The operation to destroy the mug monopoly of Hutton Orbital had been a success,all that remained was to confiscate the ill gotten gains,set the charges to destroy the vessel,and initiate the countdown.The chase had leapfrogged across the system until the crew of the offending ship,realising how pointless their attempt at escape had become,surrendered to the pursuing battleships.Despite the draughts coming from the air-conditioning unit,it was hot.'Hello,buckaroos',said Commander Vingteun to the crew on the bridge,scrabbling to find somewhere to hide.'this is not a game.Show me the money.'
09 - Listeri69 - The game of lives....
Hello, and welcome to Winnard's hole in the wall, the game show where we see what fits inside winnard's hole. Today we have two wonderful contestants,
please give a warm Winnard's shart to the players. Whatscha name and wherecha from?
Hi my name is Psykokow and I'm from Kowden... And you sir?
My name is Simoof and I'm from the 17th century...
Well, that's fantastic, lets play round one, lets wack off into the hole! The rules are simple you each have a set of props simply choose the largest object you can fit in the hole.
Simoof chose Psykokow...
10 - RoyalHankey - The Galactic Mastermind
Psykokow you are next contestant on Galactic Mastermind.
Your chosen subject is Abraka Drabble Enterance Theme triggers, are you ready.
Yes said Psykokow.
Question one, what is Aliens theme. Psykokow replied !alien
Question two, what is Franks theme, that's easy said Psykokow its !Frank
Question three, what is Winnards theme. Psykokow replied !winnardshole
Take a short breath now you doing well three out of three,
Question four, what is Simoofs theme, Psykokow replied that's easy !pigfart.
Question five. what is RoyalHankeys theme. Psykokow replied !hankey
Any your the winner..... the prize is we will have to start the questions again.
11 - Ventura_ - The Unknown
The pilot throttled back the Cobra, it responded to his command and stopped. In the distance was a
python, waiting for his move, cargo or death. The Pilot looked in his scanner, nothing else appeared.
Then suddenly the python exploded, he looked in the direction of the green laser blast, his eyes
widened. He put the Cobra’s Throttle to full speed, then divide and at the same time banking left
and then right trying to avoid the same fate as its previous victim, the vid screen was playing some game
show, he shouted “Cecil turn that off” the ship complied.
12 - insanephoton - A difficult question.
'So Simoof, Alien, you've decided to gamble. Everything depends on the next question. What is the only gemstone to be initially identified from a faceted stone? Is it A, Moissanite. B, Tanzinite . C, Taaffeite or D, Cummingtonite?' Frank said in an excited tone
'Taaffeite' yelled .Simoof.
'Is that your final answer?'
"Yes it is'
'certain?'
'yes'
Ok let's see if you were correct. The answer is Taaffeite
'Congratulations you've won tonight's star prize. A Planetary Dynamics Stag surface recon vehicle'
'What are we going to do with an SRV? We live in a space station' Alien hissed under her breath
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