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Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us writers to take center stage for a time. The Black Garden as well as our friends over in Arts and Stuff are going to host a contest that is solely devoted to writers. The rules are simple.
For any who wish to enter, you are tasked with writing a short little anecdote that is to have a maximum of 300 words. The location for this piece of work is to be located in the picture provided above. The deadline for entering is this Sunday(14th) at midnight. For any who wish to enter, please submit your stories by placing them in the comments.
Judging will be done in two phases. The first phase will consist of a Panel of both groups reading over each story and deciding which seven are the best of the best. Once the first stage is complete, we shall hand it over to you, the audience, to decide who is ranked number one as lore master. The Winner of this contest shall receive a print of the Buried City signed by the Destiny writing team.
Good luck and Be Brave.
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Edited by Ethsentray: 7/14/2013 6:16:35 PMMy head rang as I awoke from the fall. My ship was pulled down by a group of Cabal's grapple guns. I saw my white helmet lying beside me. I pulled myself together and reconnected my helmet, heading for the doorway into facility I landed at. Both my sniper rifle and DMR where out of ammo, leaving me with my twelve shot revolver. I started down a hallway filled with empty crates, but then a clang came from the other side. I hid behind a crate and patiently waited. I started to hear footsteps nearing to my very position. A Cabal General walked by me, not even noticing. I came up behind him, and started to unsheathe my knife but the General spun around at the sound slamming me through a wall. The General threw a crate through the wall making himself a hole to walk through. The General started walking towards me and pulled out a machete. I stepped back a bit and he slammed down his shield. I used half my remaining strength to send a nova bomb crashing into his shield, the shield was neutralized, and he had lost his left arm. He at first was stunned, but then became enraged, and charged at me. I barely dodged two swings but then he stabbed me in the stomach, watching my life flash before my eyes, I quickly grabbed my revolver and put three rounds through his skull. The machete was pulled out with his falling body, but I was still going to die, I unhatched my helmet and tossed it aside and saw the light blot out as my consciousnesses went away.