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Crunchyfrog
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 Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:09 am Post subject: Tie Breaker - Best Description Detail |
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We have one Tie Breaker!
The Tied Contestants are:
The tie breaker poll will run for 3 days exactly starting from...... Now! 
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| Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:10 am Post subject: |
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Trade Windows, By Smee
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"Prepare for Pod Initialisation." Targh commanded the computer.
The only acknowledgement of the order was a brief beep, but almost immediately the cabling around the base took on the same blue glow as the power circuits on the rest of the ship. A hatch in the top was pulled out by an overhead lifting unit, and it lowered the attached harness down to ground level. Securing his belongings in a wall cubical, Targh quickly removed his loose fitting clothing, shivered and headed over to the harness. With practiced ease he fastened himself inside it. As the last saftey catch clicked into place the lifting unit immediately rose up, taking Targh with it, and gently lowered him inside the pod. With a hiss of sealing gases, the hatch on top shut and instantly pumps started filling it with a warm, oozing amber liquid. Targh ignored it, concerning himself instead with final checks of his harness. Satisfied, he leaned back, and relaxed. Finally he was home.
The liquid continued to rise, submerging Targh quickly in its sticky warmth. As it approached his neck, a head unit came down, sliding down over his face, and coming to rest on his shoulders. A mouthpiece, that would supply him with food, air and water for as long as he needed, slotted into place. A few moments later his head was submerged and Targh braced himself for final connection. His eyes blinked underneath the fluid, having no problem opening as they surveyed their new dark orange environment.
A mechanical jolt announced the incoming connectors, and Targh only winced slightly as the row of eight lengthy probes shot into the corresponding sockets along his spine. Near instantly his senses were overwhelmed by input. From the numb, nothingness of the pod, to being intimately aware of every single atom interacting with the surface of the ship. The complicated series of sensors throughout the ship fed their output directly into Targh, and he let out a gasp of pleasure as his vision became that of the multitude of visual sensors that covered the exterior as well as the interior of the Punisher.
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| Posted: Mon Sep 21, 2009 11:11 am Post subject: |
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The Magician's Touch - by Crunchyfrog
| Quote: | With the lens to his eye, Wilson followed the field-line across the deserted forecourt towards an alley that led between the walled yards of the terraces. A shapeless object lay across the entrance of the narrow pathway. Steeling himself, he moved closer. The mass of glutinous grey flesh oozed over the cobblestones, shreds of dark fabric protruding from the sticky pulp. A silver button glinted briefly in the mess as it melted into the ground.
“No... no...” Wilson recoiled, his stomach heaving. He turned away, coughing up its contents onto the road.
“Mr. Wilson... Help me...”
Wiping his face on his sleeve, Wilson looked over his shoulder at the shimmering apparition approaching him. His eyes widened.
“You!”
Blurred by the pale, rippling aura surrounding her, Amelia staggered towards him. Tiny metal platelets sparkled on the flowing surcoat covering her dress, linked together by silvery filaments criss-crossing the fabric. More silver wires ran from platelets on her leather armbands to her metallic epaulettes. A loose belt encircled her waist, from which hung a large leather bag.
She pushed her goggles up over her forehead with bleeding hands, revealing a grey lesion stretching from her chin to her ear. Blood trickled from her nose and mouth. “Please...”
She sank to her knees and fell forward, the Emithium weapon glowing through her aura from the metal casing strapped to her back.
Wilson knelt beside her. Although the aura looked to him like the containment field generated by the Emithium shields in the workshop, he wasn't sure if it was dangerous, and took care to avoid touching it.
“Hurry, Wilson!” Magnus’s voice echoed around the buildings. Wilson needed to recall Munro’s instructions now!
He shut his eyes tightly and thought about the room where he’d memorised the documents. The door... the lock... the claustrophobia... Yes! Wilson caught his breath as every tiny detail of Munro’s diagram flooded his mind’s eye.
With the image vivid in his mind, he plunged his arm through the aura, gasping at the unexpected coolness inside the pale haze. He felt for a panel underneath the handle of the weapon’s casing and flicked it open, searching with his fingers for a tiny wheel.
The wheel sprang away from his fingertips as he turned it, releasing the handle that opened weapon’s casing. Now he had access to the machinery surrounding the crystal itself.
He peered at the weapon through the aura, but its ripples prevented a clear enough view of the device. Wilson closed his eyes, relying instead on the image of Munro’s diagrams and his sense of touch. He stretched his hand as far as he could, and found the dial that would snuff out the crystal. As he turned it, the aura faded. |
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| Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:23 am Post subject: |
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1 day left to vote...
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| Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 11:37 am Post subject: |
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Clearly people have lost the art of sucking up to the mayor 
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| Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 12:37 pm Post subject: |
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Nah, We just suck up to the deputy mayor now.
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| Posted: Wed Sep 23, 2009 5:57 pm Post subject: |
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Meh... maybe we should have left it as a tie? They WERE both deserving. (Presently kissing up to both Mayor and Deputy Mayor  )
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| Best Description/Detail - Tie Breaker |
| Trade Windows, by Smee |
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30% |
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| The Magician's Touch, by Crunchyfrog |
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70% |
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| Total Votes : 10 |
| Who Voted: Chinaren, Crunchyfrog, Emperor, Fats_Masterson, Fenris, Klafarius, scissorkitty, Smee, Thunderbird, Traveller |
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