TBNES - Tournament
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Nylan
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I think that would be the best course of action. Close the round and take your time in the judging phase, starting the next round with the new semester.
The dropouts are pretty sad, but honestly I think it'd be pretty hard to avoid them. Something similar happened in NyNES. I dunno if I reacted properly to the situation properly or not, but it's not your fault TB.
The dropouts are pretty sad, but honestly I think it'd be pretty hard to avoid them. Something similar happened in NyNES. I dunno if I reacted properly to the situation properly or not, but it's not your fault TB.
I for one would be able to tolerate a hiatus, but I'll be fine either way. More stories is usually better, but sometimes you just can't pull it off. I know that in my run to the finals in NyNES, I ended up going mostly uncontested, which was a bit of a disappointment.
KaiserElectric
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I can keep contributing given a hiatus. 
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Round 2: Zachariah Anderson and Bertie V.S. Seymour and Mr.Fiddlesworth
Prologue
part 1
Part 2
part 3
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Zachariah Josiah Anderson
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“May the lord show mercy on them” I prayed, “let their pain be instant and unceasing”
I shot down another ghoul.
“How far do we have to get to your fortess of a house?” asked Seymour. He gave up his rifle for two revolvers and a shotgun. “before we run out of ammo?”
I urged my horse to crush the head of a ghoul I hit in the neck while Bertie said, “Across the corner!”
More and more of the unliving bodies crowded around us. Finally, Seymour pulled out a grenade and handed me one of his steak-knives. “Bon Appetite” he said as he pulled the pin.
Leaning back, he hurled the grenade into the crowed ahead of us and then blasted the congregation with his shot gun. “Charge!” he yelled, fire burning in his eyes and he stabbed his spurs into his horse. Laughing like a demon, he rode down the group infront and headed for the corner.
I followed. The grenade threw the zombies all about and onto the ground. Cleaving at their heads with the knife, we galloped through the crowd to meet face to face a siege.
Even as we watched the door caved in from the weight of hundreds. Even as we galloped closer we can hear the blast of buck shot and the roar of… a cannon? The ghouls poured into the building amid screams of terror and fear.
I don’t know what spirit or gremlin took away my senses. I usually take good care of them, you know. But nonetheless, I gave a battlecry worthy of Seymour and rode into the quagmire of head-less corpses and life-less ones.
I think that I have to distinguish them when I had no need before did the trick.
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Seymour
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Something’s wrong. When Fiddlesworth retreated back into the subconscious hole he came from. He then disappeared.
No ravings, no insanity, no delusion. Nothing….
I felt I was missing something. I slipped down in my saddle and groaned. That’s when I heard the familiar laugh again… coming from Anderson. His voice boomed and crackled, and his eyes became wide. Is that what I look like? Is that fiddleworth’s face?
Riding possessed, he charged into the mound of dead and almost dead. I can only watch, my painful sanity holding me still, as he stabbed and sliced his way to the door way, cleaving a bloody path behind him.
I saw a ghoul rip a piece of his thigh from him, and he only laughed-cried?-louder as he decapitated the zombie. Inside, the fight raged fiercely as bodies were smashed through the barricaded windows by the force of the Green Jacket’s guns.
The sight of fresh blood spurred me onto aid him. Together we cut a path to the door, where five people on horses rushed out to meet us.
“To Trafalgar Square!” cried Bertie as he fought our way out of the nightmare. Sanity… how can I lose it without Fiddlesworth to take the reign? Stabbing, slashing, my hands. They’re my hands! How can one take pleasure from doing this!
Fiddlesworth suddenly reappeared as Anderson collapsed onto his bloodied wife. “I can. Just fall asleep forever, and I’ll take care of you.”
It was tempting… but.
“Just get out of my life, and I can take care of myself” I grunted as I tossed a grenade behind us. “Just… just leave me alone!”
“But that’s no fun.” He purred. And I find myself falling… falling.
“Quickly, to the portal!” cried the rabbit.
Hehe... falling… down the rabbit hole…
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Bertie
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Anderson’s bit and transforming, Seymour passed out, and we’re at the portal.
Stupid biologicals. “Creator!” I called out, “North! We’re at the portal!”
Mrs. Anderson held Good Friend Zachariah in her lap, a derringer pressed to his temple. “You sure this will save us? It’s just a statue of Charles the First!”
“And Nelson rode through the portal between the flagships, into the history books” I quoth. “North! The competition is here! We have she whom you sought!”
I watched as the Green Jackets defended us, a bubble of tranquility under the stern glare of the second Stuart. Such a foolish waste when they could have ran when I told them. Judge North appeared.
“Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids!” he boomed. He then glared at me. “So, who’s going through? Other than lovely Mrs. Anderson, I mean.”
My courage codex almost failed me, but I looked my creator in the eye. “All three.”
“What? That’s against the rules! Only two persons may pass through the portal!”
I gave a bucktoothed smile as I explained. “Go… I mean Anderson is infected. He is technically not a person.”
North glowered. “Yes?”
“So technically you are brining your pet, Mrs. Anderson and Seymour, and a semi-ambulatory corpse with you. Two persons.”
North shook his head, “What loyalty do you have for him? I created you, I nurtured you, what did he do?”
“Showed me the human side of intelligence, of which you lack.” I said. “Now, time’s awasting! We must go.”
“Tricks are for freaking kids.” Muttered North as he waved his palms and the white light overtook us… all five of us in that square.
To go to the light, or close my eyes? That is the question.
I seek more than wisdom…
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Epilogue
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Reach towards the light, mortal
And cower then it changes!
For you see that heaven’s null
And you’ll suffer for ages!
You will be enslaved by your hunger
You will be lead to burp and binge!
But wait, the ball is broken a sunder
Broken open on a hinge….
Return to your body if you dare
See how well you will fare…
Two shadowy shapes appeared over me. “Did it work?” asked one in a squeaky voice. “We must check his impulse when seeing human flesh.” Answered a masked shape.
A shadowy figure appeared behind me. “You know me” it spoke. “Oh! That temple rubbing is clever.”
He stuck his hand through my heart. “You might be alive and not undead… but you will have me forever.”
Demonic laughter...
Numbers versus words.
The Judgement is here.
Prologue
part 1
Part 2
part 3
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Zachariah Josiah Anderson
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“May the lord show mercy on them” I prayed, “let their pain be instant and unceasing”
I shot down another ghoul.
“How far do we have to get to your fortess of a house?” asked Seymour. He gave up his rifle for two revolvers and a shotgun. “before we run out of ammo?”
I urged my horse to crush the head of a ghoul I hit in the neck while Bertie said, “Across the corner!”
More and more of the unliving bodies crowded around us. Finally, Seymour pulled out a grenade and handed me one of his steak-knives. “Bon Appetite” he said as he pulled the pin.
Leaning back, he hurled the grenade into the crowed ahead of us and then blasted the congregation with his shot gun. “Charge!” he yelled, fire burning in his eyes and he stabbed his spurs into his horse. Laughing like a demon, he rode down the group infront and headed for the corner.
I followed. The grenade threw the zombies all about and onto the ground. Cleaving at their heads with the knife, we galloped through the crowd to meet face to face a siege.
Even as we watched the door caved in from the weight of hundreds. Even as we galloped closer we can hear the blast of buck shot and the roar of… a cannon? The ghouls poured into the building amid screams of terror and fear.
I don’t know what spirit or gremlin took away my senses. I usually take good care of them, you know. But nonetheless, I gave a battlecry worthy of Seymour and rode into the quagmire of head-less corpses and life-less ones.
I think that I have to distinguish them when I had no need before did the trick.
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Seymour
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Something’s wrong. When Fiddlesworth retreated back into the subconscious hole he came from. He then disappeared.
No ravings, no insanity, no delusion. Nothing….
I felt I was missing something. I slipped down in my saddle and groaned. That’s when I heard the familiar laugh again… coming from Anderson. His voice boomed and crackled, and his eyes became wide. Is that what I look like? Is that fiddleworth’s face?
Riding possessed, he charged into the mound of dead and almost dead. I can only watch, my painful sanity holding me still, as he stabbed and sliced his way to the door way, cleaving a bloody path behind him.
I saw a ghoul rip a piece of his thigh from him, and he only laughed-cried?-louder as he decapitated the zombie. Inside, the fight raged fiercely as bodies were smashed through the barricaded windows by the force of the Green Jacket’s guns.
The sight of fresh blood spurred me onto aid him. Together we cut a path to the door, where five people on horses rushed out to meet us.
“To Trafalgar Square!” cried Bertie as he fought our way out of the nightmare. Sanity… how can I lose it without Fiddlesworth to take the reign? Stabbing, slashing, my hands. They’re my hands! How can one take pleasure from doing this!
Fiddlesworth suddenly reappeared as Anderson collapsed onto his bloodied wife. “I can. Just fall asleep forever, and I’ll take care of you.”
It was tempting… but.
“Just get out of my life, and I can take care of myself” I grunted as I tossed a grenade behind us. “Just… just leave me alone!”
“But that’s no fun.” He purred. And I find myself falling… falling.
“Quickly, to the portal!” cried the rabbit.
Hehe... falling… down the rabbit hole…
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Bertie
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Anderson’s bit and transforming, Seymour passed out, and we’re at the portal.
Stupid biologicals. “Creator!” I called out, “North! We’re at the portal!”
Mrs. Anderson held Good Friend Zachariah in her lap, a derringer pressed to his temple. “You sure this will save us? It’s just a statue of Charles the First!”
“And Nelson rode through the portal between the flagships, into the history books” I quoth. “North! The competition is here! We have she whom you sought!”
I watched as the Green Jackets defended us, a bubble of tranquility under the stern glare of the second Stuart. Such a foolish waste when they could have ran when I told them. Judge North appeared.
“Silly rabbit, tricks are for kids!” he boomed. He then glared at me. “So, who’s going through? Other than lovely Mrs. Anderson, I mean.”
My courage codex almost failed me, but I looked my creator in the eye. “All three.”
“What? That’s against the rules! Only two persons may pass through the portal!”
I gave a bucktoothed smile as I explained. “Go… I mean Anderson is infected. He is technically not a person.”
North glowered. “Yes?”
“So technically you are brining your pet, Mrs. Anderson and Seymour, and a semi-ambulatory corpse with you. Two persons.”
North shook his head, “What loyalty do you have for him? I created you, I nurtured you, what did he do?”
“Showed me the human side of intelligence, of which you lack.” I said. “Now, time’s awasting! We must go.”
“Tricks are for freaking kids.” Muttered North as he waved his palms and the white light overtook us… all five of us in that square.
To go to the light, or close my eyes? That is the question.
I seek more than wisdom…
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Epilogue
_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_
Reach towards the light, mortal
And cower then it changes!
For you see that heaven’s null
And you’ll suffer for ages!
You will be enslaved by your hunger
You will be lead to burp and binge!
But wait, the ball is broken a sunder
Broken open on a hinge….
Return to your body if you dare
See how well you will fare…
Two shadowy shapes appeared over me. “Did it work?” asked one in a squeaky voice. “We must check his impulse when seeing human flesh.” Answered a masked shape.
A shadowy figure appeared behind me. “You know me” it spoke. “Oh! That temple rubbing is clever.”
He stuck his hand through my heart. “You might be alive and not undead… but you will have me forever.”
Demonic laughter...
Numbers versus words.
The Judgement is here.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
I apologize for my lateness and for posting after I conceded victory. Consider this a celebration of Tycho's victory.
I'll leave it up to you guys if you want to still "judge" it.
I'll leave it up to you guys if you want to still "judge" it.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Any hope of seeing results soon? I'm kinda excited to write some more.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Hello.
Is there any interest for this coming out of Hiatus?
Is there any interest for this coming out of Hiatus?
SKILORD
Insurgent
There is at least a little.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
At a 5% interest rate per day, we have seen a growth of principle of nearly 776% since the haitus.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
The irony of a tournament going on hiatus does not escape me. Nor does the joy of a possible return.
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