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Hey, everyone! Not good at drawing or graphic design? Me neither. I'm here to invite you to participate in a community collaboration for contests hosted by Art n stuff, The Collective Anomaly, and...some other groups! Winners will be awarded with cool stuff some from [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Profile/254/2062634]Progo[/url]. So, how do you enter? Ladies and gentlemen this contest will be business as usual for those who have participated in one of our writing contests previously. For those who have not, allow me to explain:
In order to qualify for this contest you must submit a piece of [b]original[/b] content written by yourself. This piece of literature must be no longer than the body of a post and a minimum of two paragraphs. It must also focus on the theme which will be below. All entries must be submitted by [SEE EDIT] and the winner will be announced no later than 8/19/2015.
[b]THEME:[/b]
[spoiler]The struggle of a Guardian.
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[b]THE PRIZE:[/b]
[spoiler]A prize given by Progo. [/spoiler]
Judges will be anonymous and I wish you all the best of luck. Have fun!
Link to Progo's contest:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/39813/144362841/0/0
EDIT:
Since Cozmo may spread the word about the writing contest I am extending the deadline to 8/14/15 so more people may participate.
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Branches dance in the gentle summer breeze, their leaves brush against one another in harmony with the subtle rattle of chains. Soft laughter echoes across the patch of green, their legs sway back and forth as the two of them are lifted higher. They smile back at one another, grins spread from ear to ear. The boy sticks out his tongue and the girl laughs at him. Her gentle smile was a comfort to him, it always made him forget about his life at home. She was the reason why he could still smile, the reason why he could still go on living in this miserable world. He turns his face away as his hand fumbles with the ring in his pocket. [i]G...d..n[/i] The trees whisper gossip to one another as he descends onto one knee, the ring resting in the palm of his outreached hand. [i]Gua..an[/i] Her smile was brighter than he had ever seen, her azure eyes glistened with tears as the explosions echoed through the field. Her gentle smile contorts into a look of anguish for a mere moment as the intense light engulfs her body in flames. "Guardian!" A voice echoes as the fire begins to consume his body. The field fades into nothingness. The burnt corpse of the girl vanishes like smoke as the heavy hand of a Titan falls upon my shoulder. "You okay buddy?" He asks as he lifts his visor to reveal a concerned expression. His face is scarred from battle, scar tissue riddles half of his face, as if a child had drawn upon it with crayon. "Do you remember anything from your past life?" I ask as I stare out over the city, over the last remnants of life on earth. "Like before you became a guardian." The Titan looks at me puzzled, as if I had just asked him why he follows the Traveler blindly, then bursts into laughter. "That's a good one mate!" He exclaims through a fit of boisterous laughter, a heavy hand slapping repeatedly against my back. "Now enough with the jokes, the Vanguard needs us for a scouting mission" he says as he begins to walk towards the lower deck of the tower. "Yeah...you're right " I reply as I turn away from the railing. He stops to look over his shoulder at the city for the last time. "Just a joke" He whispers as he turns his face away fumbling with the ring in his pocket.