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Weekly Contest #372
“I dare you to dare me to split an arrow with an arrow in midair.” Devlin didn’t audibly sigh at Compound’s suggestion, but it was a close thing. “I’m not gonna do that.” “Why not?” “Because I don’t want to.” “But it’ll be fun!” Compound whined. When Calem and Amber had asked him to fill in as Oriceye, Devlin hadn’t really expected it to be that bad. While he’d be the first to laud and applaud how much those two did for the team, he was also confident in his own abilities. Plus they’d acquired and created enough specialized equipment in thei...
Weekly Contest #362
The last hour or so of patrol was quickly becoming Compound’s favorite. Sure, there was the whole thing about that time being when crime starts to slow down and people were, generally and statistically speaking, just a bit safer. That was good. That was great. That was basically the whole point of being a vigilante in the first place. That was absolutely one of the reasons Compound loved the last hour. Arguably even the main reason. But, if he were to say that was the only reason, then he would be a liar. And while Compound absolutely...
Weekly Contest #357
Iarumas crouched on the edge of a rooftop, peering down into the alley below. The night vision of his sunglasses-like visor allowed him to see perfectly, even in the dim light. He could see the person who’d just entered one end, clearly on the way home from work. He could also see the guy standing between a few boxes in the middle, absently twisting a knife in shaking hands. The vigilante rested one hand on the hilt of the sword on his belt, but didn’t draw it yet. He scooped up a rock and dropped it into the alley. It clattered to the ...
Weekly Contest #349
Romulus hated the rain. He didn’t mildly dislike the concept. He didn’t detest it in the moment, and when the weather shifted forgot all about those feelings. He didn’t play it up for a joke or to give himself a memorable quirk, no matter what his brother used to say. Romulus. Hated. Rain. As a werewolf, the rain made a mockery of every aspect of himself. Like some kind of cosmic joke. Probably one made by the Stars. Nasty little things, they were. Rain messed with his sense of smell, leaving him unable to sniff out anything that wasn’t...
Weekly Contest #348
When Sasha was a kid, she had of course undergone the fascination with wolves that seems to be a staple of all childhoods. From fairy tales to books on biology she’d only checked out for the pictures, she’d eagerly consumed it all. But not even Jack London could have ever prepared her for meeting a werewolf. Sasha had been exploring the forests behind her family’s home when she got caught in the rain. Lost and cold in the dark woods, Sasha hadn’t even considered trying to find her way home. Her best bet had of course been to find some kind o...
Weekly Contest #344
Post Patrol Report Day: 27 Filed 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. Perpet...
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’...
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...
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 anno...
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 ...
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 th...
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 ...
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...
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