Poll: Vote for the Winner of the Community Write Along [closed]
| hunkyandrich:
32%
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(91 Votes)
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| Zealot Tony:
7%
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(20 Votes)
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| da bomb drop:
2%
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(6 Votes)
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| x Foman123 x:
17%
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(49 Votes)
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Total Votes: 287
See what I did there?
The stories have been scrubbed, polished, sorted, and served up on the front page. There was a lot to love as a result of this challenge. Many of you wrote sincere war stories. It was impossible to choose the best of them. So, we selected the entries that were the most unexpected, skewing the contest scale in favor of originality.
You should check out all of them.
For the purposes of this challenge, please vote for one.
hunkyandrich
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to move out of the playground," he continued as he noticed a couple of guys moving in on our position.
We could tell immediately that they were not up to any good when they started to pick a fight with us, which is when I realized it was no longer us, but I. All of my comrades had left me to take them on my own, but I didn't stand a chance. I returned home to my mother who was shocked by what happened to me. "You're moving with your auntie and uncle!" she exclaimed as she deemed the area we lived in to be unsafe.
Domi 233
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to release the Kraken!"
And the fabled creature stirred in its cavern. It had been summoned: and it would answer the call. The sea heaved as it slowly rose from its watery depths and it is said that those who were enveloped saw flashes of ginger before they perished. Even the thought of such colour is enough to terrify the few who remember: so very few.
Zealot Tony
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to circumvent the immune system and begin fertilization protocols."
With that, they formed up - standard 1,000,000 by 1,000,000 formation. This was nothing - the last group consisted of twice as many, and the one before ten times as much. It would be a long trek up the tube for this unit, and there'd only be about 100 remaining by the time they reached the target. It was there, however, where the cooperation tactics changed to a version of the hunger games; all in order to claim that eggy prize.
Helveck
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to adorn yourself with dresses and wigs!" Upon the horizon, Commander DeeJ could see the angry mob a few short miles away, but the clock was ticking furiously, and he feared in mere minutes that the Bungie building would lie in ruins.
Urk screamed over to DeeJ while JonnyOThan zipped up Urk's dress, "DeeJ, you mind explaining why the hell we're putting on dresses and lady wigs?!"
DeeJ screamed back, "Because they're angry about the darkness and they want in to know all our secrets! Everyone knows nerds are afraid of girls and if we're all girls then they won't come within a mile of this place and we'll be safe for a little while longer!"
da bomb drop
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to moon the enemy!" shouted William, throwing his shield down. "When they fire, raise your shields and protect yourselves! Except you, Patrick. Keep mooning no matter what. If this ever happens to be turned into a movie, you getting hit in the butt with some kind of projectile could be very funny!"
x Foman123 x
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to dance for your lives!"
As the enemy combatants menacingly approached from across the battlefield, they broke into a dangerous-looking Lambada, synchronously turning and spinning with Archimedian precision. Bright sequins on melon-colored leotards bounced dazzling, multifaceted reflections of sparkling light in the same terrifying way that a hungry lion stalks an oblivious baby gazelle. Grimly, the team leader adjusted his pristine battle fedora to its jauntiest possible angle and double-checked the polish on his tap shoes. "Gentlemen," he announced as he slowly clasped his partner's hand and assumed a ferocious opening pose for the Cha Cha, "we have a date with destiny; and this time, we might get to second base."
CAVX
"We are wide open to attack!" shouted the team leader. "All available units, prepare to ..."
"Didn't catch that - copy your last, team leader," Central Command muttered through the comms.
"Sorry, command, dropped the radio," the team leader said softly, embarrassment audible in his now less-menacing voice. "You weren't meant to hear that, anyway - we are at a LAN party."
[Edited on 05.16.2012 2:04 PM PDT]