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governmentcontrolledcatsVoting's open for Round 3: The Overripe Mango of Mutiny!
Anyone can vote! Voting is not restricted to community members or entry writers.
The Voting Procedure:There are three winners per round, whereby winners are determined by cumulative number of votes. Voting will be done by an anonymous ticky-box poll. Ties are allowed. Awesome banners will be awarded to the three winners! Since there are only three entries, voting will be done by selecting your most favorite and least favorite. Most favorite gets +1, least favorite gets -1 to their cumulative score, with the cumulative score determining ranking.
The Voting Period: July 7th - July 11th. Voting closes on 11:59PM United States East Coast Time on Monday, July 11th. If you're not on United States East Coast Time, you may find the World Clock to be handy. Refer to 'New York' for current United States East Coast Time.
Note: I would have liked to make the poll open to anonymous voting, but DW apparently does not allow that option. In order to vote, one has to be logged into DW via their journal or openID.
Number: 1
Prompt: Poke: Trousers have been banned and the government controls decisions.
Author:estirose
Entry:
Henry ran towards the building's roof, the doors blurring past. None of them would open for him, because they weren't his door, so he he had to hope that the roof door would open. On his lapel, the device was dinging and reminding him that the door he could exit out of was one thousand meters in the other direction.
Jumping over a row of chairs, kilt flapping at the motion, he ducked behind them. They were flaring red, all of them, a sign that he shouldn't sit there, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Working quickly, he pried one chair out of its all-too-cheap bolt and threw it out a nearby window, shattering the less-than-bulletproof glass.
He covered his face, device still protesting that he was going the wrong way, and dove through the window, knowing that his enemies weren't far behind.
Number: 2
Prompt: Reek: Love has been banned and the government controls tic tac toe.
Author:estirose
Entry:
Rachel rushed forward, cluching her daughter tighter as she half-slid under the lowering blast door. After a moment, the door was too far for anything but bullets, but she hissed as one of them grazed her. She cursed under her breath as she took a moment to bandage the wound
"Mommy?" Hanna asked, her confused caterwaul causing Rachel to wince as she gazed around, looking for a way out. She shot a bullet into a viewcamera, hoping that they'd lose track of the two of them for a while.
She didn't care about anything other than getting out of there before they were caught. Jonas would help the two of them if she could manage it.
Limping forward, she tried to stay in motion, tried to keep running, just as she cursed the simple children's game that had gotten them into this situation as Hanna cried out in pain from an attacker that Rachel couldn't see.
There was nothing to do but run and duck.
Number: 3
Prompt: Lunge: Eating with a fork has been banned and the government controls fake moustaches.
Author: tangerine
Entry:
The chocolate mousse exploded.
Three seconds of shocked silence passed before the screaming began. Guests lunged from the banquet table as security staff ushered people out the front door. Mousse was spattered on gilded walls, seeping through fine linen and dripping from flower arrangements.
Esther's goatee tingled as circuits died, but she seemed to be the only one who noticed that something else was wrong. The room had almost emptied but for herself, the spineless worm called Donovan, and his security goons; Esther moved to intercept them. She ripped off her goatee and pulled out the neural destabilizer hidden in her elegant hair-style.
She aimed at Donovan's goons and opened fire. The first one went down without a blink, but the other three returned fire. Donovan, the slimy weasel, scrambled for the rear doors. Not that Esther let him. She tossed a plastinade towards the back wall and covered her ears. The room rocked as the back wall – and accompanying exits – were covered in unbreakable plastifilm. Esther ducked and rolled behind a serving cart. She tapped her earring.
The time is twenty-one forty two, it chimed.
The ceiling exploded and the chandelier fell in a shower of crystal shards. Esther looked up. It still took a moment to recognize Liliana and Jaime without their handlebar mustaches. Esther laid down covering fire as her teammates rappelled into the room.
They landed on the banquet table, shattering plates with their combat boots. They dived for the walls, landing slightly behind Esther's position.
Liliana pulled out a plasma launcher and targeted the end of the room. Two of the security goons were reduced to ash. Jaimie's toxin-loaded darts picked off the remaining one; his twitching body hit the floor.
The only sounds in the room were the cracking of glass and Donovan's weak thrashing as he pawed futilely at the plastifilmed exit door. Esther peered over the serving cart. Without his security team, the most powerful sparkdust dealer in the city was reduced to thrashing on the floor, getting food on his tasteless golden suit. She raised her neural destabilizer and fired a single shot. Donovan stilled.
Esther slowly stood up. “Injuries?”
Jaimie looked down at her left arm. “Slight pistol-shot graze to the upper arm, Commander.” She patted her arm. “My suit's already sealing it down. The extraction team will be here in two minutes.”
Esther nodded. Even though the authorities were scrambling to respond to a now-sounding general alarm, Esther felt almost relaxed. Six months of planning had culminated in a near-flawless fight. She strolled over to Donovan's body.
Jaimie called out from behind her. “There wasn't a single personal distress call, Commander. How'd you disable all their mustaches?”
“The explosives were command-chained to nano-destabilizers in the gazpacho and the strawberry puree.” Esther replied. She nudged Donovan's corpse with her foot. He rolled over; there was a smear of pink liquid across his pencil mustache. Esther smiled.
“They always try the soup.”
The Voting Poll
Click the Invite to Read & Vote!
Voting ends 11:59PM EST on Monday, July 11th
The Voting Procedure:
The Voting Period: July 7th - July 11th. Voting closes on 11:59PM United States East Coast Time on Monday, July 11th. If you're not on United States East Coast Time, you may find the World Clock to be handy. Refer to 'New York' for current United States East Coast Time.
Note: I would have liked to make the poll open to anonymous voting, but DW apparently does not allow that option. In order to vote, one has to be logged into DW via their journal or openID.
Number: 1
Prompt: Poke: Trousers have been banned and the government controls decisions.
Author:
estiroseEntry:
Henry ran towards the building's roof, the doors blurring past. None of them would open for him, because they weren't his door, so he he had to hope that the roof door would open. On his lapel, the device was dinging and reminding him that the door he could exit out of was one thousand meters in the other direction.
Jumping over a row of chairs, kilt flapping at the motion, he ducked behind them. They were flaring red, all of them, a sign that he shouldn't sit there, but that wasn't what he had in mind. Working quickly, he pried one chair out of its all-too-cheap bolt and threw it out a nearby window, shattering the less-than-bulletproof glass.
He covered his face, device still protesting that he was going the wrong way, and dove through the window, knowing that his enemies weren't far behind.
Number: 2
Prompt: Reek: Love has been banned and the government controls tic tac toe.
Author:
estiroseEntry:
Rachel rushed forward, cluching her daughter tighter as she half-slid under the lowering blast door. After a moment, the door was too far for anything but bullets, but she hissed as one of them grazed her. She cursed under her breath as she took a moment to bandage the wound
"Mommy?" Hanna asked, her confused caterwaul causing Rachel to wince as she gazed around, looking for a way out. She shot a bullet into a viewcamera, hoping that they'd lose track of the two of them for a while.
She didn't care about anything other than getting out of there before they were caught. Jonas would help the two of them if she could manage it.
Limping forward, she tried to stay in motion, tried to keep running, just as she cursed the simple children's game that had gotten them into this situation as Hanna cried out in pain from an attacker that Rachel couldn't see.
There was nothing to do but run and duck.
Number: 3
Prompt: Lunge: Eating with a fork has been banned and the government controls fake moustaches.
Author: tangerine
Entry:
The chocolate mousse exploded.
Three seconds of shocked silence passed before the screaming began. Guests lunged from the banquet table as security staff ushered people out the front door. Mousse was spattered on gilded walls, seeping through fine linen and dripping from flower arrangements.
Esther's goatee tingled as circuits died, but she seemed to be the only one who noticed that something else was wrong. The room had almost emptied but for herself, the spineless worm called Donovan, and his security goons; Esther moved to intercept them. She ripped off her goatee and pulled out the neural destabilizer hidden in her elegant hair-style.
She aimed at Donovan's goons and opened fire. The first one went down without a blink, but the other three returned fire. Donovan, the slimy weasel, scrambled for the rear doors. Not that Esther let him. She tossed a plastinade towards the back wall and covered her ears. The room rocked as the back wall – and accompanying exits – were covered in unbreakable plastifilm. Esther ducked and rolled behind a serving cart. She tapped her earring.
The time is twenty-one forty two, it chimed.
The ceiling exploded and the chandelier fell in a shower of crystal shards. Esther looked up. It still took a moment to recognize Liliana and Jaime without their handlebar mustaches. Esther laid down covering fire as her teammates rappelled into the room.
They landed on the banquet table, shattering plates with their combat boots. They dived for the walls, landing slightly behind Esther's position.
Liliana pulled out a plasma launcher and targeted the end of the room. Two of the security goons were reduced to ash. Jaimie's toxin-loaded darts picked off the remaining one; his twitching body hit the floor.
The only sounds in the room were the cracking of glass and Donovan's weak thrashing as he pawed futilely at the plastifilmed exit door. Esther peered over the serving cart. Without his security team, the most powerful sparkdust dealer in the city was reduced to thrashing on the floor, getting food on his tasteless golden suit. She raised her neural destabilizer and fired a single shot. Donovan stilled.
Esther slowly stood up. “Injuries?”
Jaimie looked down at her left arm. “Slight pistol-shot graze to the upper arm, Commander.” She patted her arm. “My suit's already sealing it down. The extraction team will be here in two minutes.”
Esther nodded. Even though the authorities were scrambling to respond to a now-sounding general alarm, Esther felt almost relaxed. Six months of planning had culminated in a near-flawless fight. She strolled over to Donovan's body.
Jaimie called out from behind her. “There wasn't a single personal distress call, Commander. How'd you disable all their mustaches?”
“The explosives were command-chained to nano-destabilizers in the gazpacho and the strawberry puree.” Esther replied. She nudged Donovan's corpse with her foot. He rolled over; there was a smear of pink liquid across his pencil mustache. Esther smiled.
“They always try the soup.”
The Voting Poll
Poll #7469 Round 3: The Overripe Mango of Mutiny
This poll is closed.
This poll is anonymous.
Open to: Registered Users, detailed results viewable to: Just the Poll Creator, participants: 8
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Which entry was your favorite? (Enter a number. For example '5')
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Voting ends 11:59PM EST on Monday, July 11th
