TBNES - Tournament
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thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
ooc: I'll be doing the story list eventually. this is a hectic week regarding final papers and presentations.
KaiserElectric
Total Freakin Besties
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Then I can craft it to fit my story perfectly. Excellent.
Optical
The Fall of the Eleventh
Antifelix
Better luck next time, eh? Looks like that time came earlier than expected... looks like one of us has an hour left. May Fortune be with you, Mengele. I might try and win over Fate.
Better luck next time, eh? Looks like that time came earlier than expected... looks like one of us has an hour left. May Fortune be with you, Mengele. I might try and win over Fate.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
Round 2: Prelude
Lurching out from the black
Undead fears just came back!
Rising from death…
They draw no breath;
Too many to beat!
O Shambling feet
Of reasons greatest danger
Comes passion as a stranger
After we, Seymour and I, cleaned up the mess we made on the floor and in our pants, we gave the Chicken Pizza a burial under a potted plant we found. We can’t do much for James Black, though. There is no spot large enough for an even impromptu burial. His strange skin meant the soup quickly dripped off his head, and it reattached with a strange click onto the neck. Eventually, we just dragged him to a chair in a corner (err… wall, a circle has no corners. Still I did remember a corner) and turned the corpse to face the wall.
We turned to look at each other. The door still opened into a wall, and the sun was setting. “Awkward, huh?” he asked as he sharpened his knives. Rasp, rasp. Three, four, five steak knives. Two butcher knives. Uncountable numbers of razor-sharp dinner knives. “We’re stuck as close together as Fiddlesworth and I, in this little Tower.”
“Privacy would be nice.” I muttered. There is still time until the next competition, time I need to rest my aching back. I haven’t been getting any younger, and years of factory work have taken its toll on my body. I looked, slant eyed, at the youthful, if ragged, bum, “A bunk to lay on and something for privacy.”
Right when I said that, a partition appeared between us, and a bunk slid out the wall, on my side. The click of the wall resealing echoed, telling me that Seymour received a cot as well. “Brought to you by Heavenly Dreams and Christian Identity” spoke my pillow. As the light from the sunset dimmed, Bertie turned itself into sleep mode at the foot of the bed as I watched the ceiling slowly turn pitch black.
I slept, not knowing the danger of doing so.
Lurching out from the black
Undead fears just came back!
Rising from death…
They draw no breath;
Too many to beat!
O Shambling feet
Of reasons greatest danger
Comes passion as a stranger
After we, Seymour and I, cleaned up the mess we made on the floor and in our pants, we gave the Chicken Pizza a burial under a potted plant we found. We can’t do much for James Black, though. There is no spot large enough for an even impromptu burial. His strange skin meant the soup quickly dripped off his head, and it reattached with a strange click onto the neck. Eventually, we just dragged him to a chair in a corner (err… wall, a circle has no corners. Still I did remember a corner) and turned the corpse to face the wall.
We turned to look at each other. The door still opened into a wall, and the sun was setting. “Awkward, huh?” he asked as he sharpened his knives. Rasp, rasp. Three, four, five steak knives. Two butcher knives. Uncountable numbers of razor-sharp dinner knives. “We’re stuck as close together as Fiddlesworth and I, in this little Tower.”
“Privacy would be nice.” I muttered. There is still time until the next competition, time I need to rest my aching back. I haven’t been getting any younger, and years of factory work have taken its toll on my body. I looked, slant eyed, at the youthful, if ragged, bum, “A bunk to lay on and something for privacy.”
Right when I said that, a partition appeared between us, and a bunk slid out the wall, on my side. The click of the wall resealing echoed, telling me that Seymour received a cot as well. “Brought to you by Heavenly Dreams and Christian Identity” spoke my pillow. As the light from the sunset dimmed, Bertie turned itself into sleep mode at the foot of the bed as I watched the ceiling slowly turn pitch black.
I slept, not knowing the danger of doing so.
Crezth
i knew you were a real man of the left
OOC: Can the deadline be extended as I have exams today and tomorrow? :/
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Sure: Extended to next wednesday
Blaze Injun
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Hey,
OOC
Thanks for the extension. I'm waitng for my muse.
Blaze Injun
OOC
Thanks for the extension. I'm waitng for my muse.
Blaze Injun
Nylan
Characters Welcome
As the loser bracket is run "independently", is there any change there?
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
OOC: Beleive me, I understand: 20page paper due today, exam next wednesday, and a last 12 page paper thursday
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Since you've failed to specify a certain time, I assume my story will be counted as "on time" as long as it is still Monday somewhere in the world?
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
I believe that Adrogans means that the same deadline as the end of the Round 2 of the tournament, ie: wednsday.
Nylan
Characters Welcome
Ah, okay. 
Now can you answer my question about the time?
Now can you answer my question about the time?
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Nobody Willing to throw the first punch?
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