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Weekly Contest #344
Post Patrol ReportDay: 27Filed by: Iarumas Vigilante’s [vigilantes*] out on the street: Iarumas, Compound.Remote backup: Oriceye (she/her).This night’s patrol was rather standard. Nothing out of the ordinary happened on patrol. A string of muggings across sectors two and three, though they seemed to be unrelated. Most muggers were detained and Oriceye called in a tip to have them taken to police lockup for the night. A small number escaped in the confusion, however.Compound encountered some petty shoplifting in sector five. Perpetrator ...
Weekly Contest #340
I know what’s going on exactly when I wake up. As soon as my mind clears of enough sleep to register your presence, I do. So, hello there. Welcome to this portion of my story. Sorry if I seem out of it or awkward or something, I wasn’t expecting to entertain company today. I wasn’t given much warning. If you could give me a couple minutes of privacy to shower and properly wake up, that would be appreciated.I sit up in bed and toss the covers off my body. I swing my legs out of bed and they slam directly into an open drawer of Wilson’s...
Weekly Contest #333
“I’ve come to a decision,” Compound declared. The groans from Oriceye echoed throughout Compound’s commlink. “Alright, what is this decision?” Compound drew an arrow and nocked it onto his bow. He shot it through the concrete between his feet. A cable trailed behind the arrow, through a loop on his bow, and snaked up his sleeve to a miniature winch beneath his hoodie. “You know how comic books are a thing, right?” A gust of wind blew against Compound from behind. He let it tilt him over and off the edge of the rooftop. “No,” Oriceye dr...
Weekly Contest #329
It was a bright and clear day. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, the breeze was blowing, and if I’d crossed the street I’d have been able to get myself some handmade cotton candy from a cute little cart set up by the park. All in all, it was a perfect day.It was almost a pity that I’d be using it to torture someone.I didn’t do this anywhere close to my home. While many people would call me an idiot, and perhaps rightly so, I’m not stupid. Instead I went about this in the only smart way.I took a seemingly-normal playing card fr...
Weekly Contest #324
Devlin would like the record to show that he had never been on board with the whole illegal vigilante idea. From the moment he’d first caught Daniel climbing through his window, decked out in leather, and with a sword hanging from his belt, he’d been against the concept on principle. Unfortunately, despite his many frequent, varied, and fervent objections Daniel wouldn’t be made to quit. Worse, Daniel had shown a knack for drawing other people into his dangerous and -it could not be overstated- highly illegal hobby.Really, once they annou...
Weekly Contest #321
In Torrent’s opinion, the funeral for Queen Blake was nothing like she deserved it to be. She could acknowledge that in the circumstances the funeral was as grand as they could hope for. Perhaps grander than they could afford it to be.Their kingdom was locked in a war with an opposing kingdom. Queen Blake had fallen on the battlefield, so a funeral back at the capital just hadn’t been realistic. Instead they had performed the ceremony back at the primary camp their army had been using. They were even able to arrange a ceasefire for the ...
Weekly Contest #318
He-he-hey! What’s goin’ on my peeps?Oh. Oh wow, that was awful. I mean, looking at it written down like that, it looks so much worse than I thought it would. I am so sorry I made you read that.You know what? If it’s all the same to you, I think I’m gonna start over now. >Scene break!< He-he-hey! What’s goin’ on my peeps?Dang it! Why?! Why did I type that again?! What is wrong with me?!?!You know what? I’m just gonna own it. You’re my peeps now.Anyway! I should tell you get on to telling you the story I have in mind, don’t y...
Weekly Contest #316
The first time it happened was probably the worst. One completely mundane night, Janice Solome had been blissfully curled up in bed, completely unaware that her simple and uncomplicated life was about to meet a swift end. Like many such endings, it came about with a single and simple action.A knock echoed through her bedroom.This was unusual because, last she checked, her parents weren’t home so Janice should have been alone in the apartment. It was especially unusual because the knock came from the window instead. Janice looked out the ...
Weekly Contest #314
Peter Nolof had no regrets about becoming a vigilante. It was fun, it was thrilling, and he liked to think that he was making a difference. Plus he had to put his hard earned archery skills to good use. He’d been practicing and teaching himself ever since his uncle had enabled him and given him his first bow, and the Olympics wouldn’t be held for another couple years. Not to mention he was relatively sure that, at only seventeen, he would still be too young to qualify. Not completely sure, though. He should check.Peter reached up and t...
Weekly Contest #312
“Hello? Can you hear me?”“…”“Hello? Come on, please don’t tell me I ruined this. You? This should work. I remember how to activate you. I think.”“You don’t sound like my creator.”“Yes! I mean, no, I’m not your creator. Well, I don’t sound quite like him, at least. But… that’s beside the point. You can hear me, then?”“Yes, I can hear you. Can you hear me?”“No.”“Oh.”“Wait, no, that came out wrong! I can’t hear you because you’re not connected to any speakers or anything like that. Right now everything you’re saying is just showing...
Weekly Contest #311
One would think that the event that changed the world would have been a worldwide event. In reality, the event was as mundane and localized as one could get. It began with a bank robbery.The robber didn’t even try to be subtle about what he was going to be doing. He waltzed into the bank with a shimmering gold mask stretched over his eyes. Two golden strands snaked down the sides of his cheeks, obscuring the shape of his face. Two more golden spikes curved upward from the mask, forming the vague shape of a crown.He wore an eye catching ...
Weekly Contest #308
Once upon a time there was a food truck. A very special food truck called Culinary Relights. Many people knew of its existence. Being built inside of a heavily modified RV gave the establishment a distinct and memorable edge to it. What very few people knew, however, was that Culinary Relights was no ordinary food truck. Everyone who ate the food knew that it was special, and some would even go so far as to call it magical. They just didn’t realize how true that was.Culinary Relights didn’t follow any particular pattern for where it would be...
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