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on brawling by sebmojo brawling what so someone said something mean about your personal hygiene, sex-bits or maybe even your story and your bottom lip is doing that quivery thing and you feel like you can’t go a single second more without punching a motherfucker? thunderdome has just the thing. have a seat. don’t mind the lymph-spikes, they only hurt going in. you can’t fight here it’s the Thunderdome when two people hate each other very much, and one of them is you, you get to slap down a challenge. make it big, make it brassy; you’re slapping your balls down on the bar, try and make ‘em bounce a little. help someone's slapped me with something help accepting brawl challenges isn’t required, but if you’re the sort to sling the poo poo around (and that’s a fine sort to be) then failing to back up your bad words with good ones will be remembered. once you’ve thrown down a challenge, and had it accepted, a brawl judge will step up just like that weird bartender in The Shining. they’ll give you a prompt, a word count and a deadline. they’ll also, and this is real important, state the . this means if you fail to submit by the deadline then you get banned. the judge doesn’t need to give you an extension.what do you mean banned brawl toxxes aren’t obligatory, but they are expected. if you’re actually a literal secret agent and you’ve just discovered you’re parachuting into Syria in two hours time then get on irc, snivel at your judge and maybe they’ll remove the toxx from the prompt, but expect that to be a one-time mercy if you gently caress it up. anything else?
is that it yes, fight well you horrible monsters Mercedes posted:PRIZES sebmojo fucked around with this message at 12:01 on May 28, 2015 |
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Assembled for Your Convenience: The Thunderdome Archive! Once upon a time, two Thunderdome veterans who shared a fondness for records, a fascination with statistics, and a touch of OCD conceived the greatest project ever imagined: the Thunderdome Archive, where everyone's literary shame could be displayed forever. crabrock bought a domain and used his mastery of code to make all his visions come true. Kaishai assisted him by trawling the threads for prompts, stories, and relevant .gifs. Together they still fight the crime that is data loss. The Archive's purpose is to store the over three million words of creative effluvium written for TD to date. If you want to make use of it to the fullest degree (which includes reading the stories), you'll need an account, which you can request through the link at the top left of the page. Note that accounts are open to participants only. If you're desperate to read about Vorpal Drones and vambraces at sea without having to search the threads, you must first shed blood. We have graphs!  We have lists and rankings!   We have mad libs!  (Please read "Rural Rentboys," Thunderdome's most beloved classic, to understand 2015teen and to reach true spiritual enlightenment.) And much, much more! Visit the Thunderdome Archive today! Kaishai fucked around with this message at 20:18 on May 7, 2015 |
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Thunderbrawls of 2015pre:Thunderbrawl 122 by Bad Seafood: Ironic Twist vs. SurreptitiousMuffin Round 1 SurreptitiousMuffin Thunderbrawl 123 by Phobia: Your Sledgehammer vs. Jitzu_the_Monk Round 1 Jitzu_the_Monk Thunderbrawl 124 by crabrock: Entenzahn vs. sebmojo Round 1 sebmojo Thunderbrawl 125 by Entenzahn: sebmojo vs. Sitting Here Round 1 Sitting Here Thunderbrawl 126 by sebmojo: Djeser vs. Ironic Twist Round 1 Djeser Thunderbrawl 127 by newtestleper: Hammer Bro. vs. Benny the Snake Round 1 Hammer Bro. Thunderbrawl 128 by Mercedes: Fanky Malloons vs. Morning Bell vs. Martello vs. Tyrannosaurus vs. Screaming Idiot vs. Mr.48 Round 1 Fanky Malloons Thunderbrawl 129 by Fumblemouse: Tyrannosaurus vs. Ironic Twist Round 1 Tyrannosaurus Thunderbrawl 130 by Maugrim: CancerCakes vs. Benny the Snake Round 1 Benny the Snake Thunderbrawl 131 by newtestleper: sebmojo vs. Maugrim Round 1 sebmojo Thunderbrawl 132 by Ironic Twist: Tyrannosaurus vs. Benny the Snake Round 1 Tyrannosaurus Thunderbrawl 133 by newtestleper: sebmojo vs. CancerCakes Round 1 sebmojo Thunderbrawl 134 by Sitting Here: Mercedes vs. Tyrannosaurus Round 1 Mercedes Thunderbrawl 135 by Tyrannosaurus: blue squares vs. skwidmonster Round 1 blue squares Thunderbrawl 136 by Sitting Here: ravenkult vs. Jay O vs. Thyrork vs. docbeard vs. cargohills vs. JcDent vs. Posthumor vs. Overwined Round 1 Jay O Thunderbrawl 137 by docbeard: guts and bolts vs. Blue Wher Round 1 DOUBLE FORFEIT A PLAGUE ON BOTH YOUR HOUSES Thunderbrawl 138 by Broenheim: Jonked vs. Ironic Twist Round 1 Jonked Thunderbrawl 139 by Djeser: Broenheim vs. spectres of autism Round 1 Both Thunderbrawl 140 by Kaishai: skwidmonster vs. Blue Wher Round 1 skwidmonster Thunderbrawl 141 by Mercedes: WeLandedOnTheMoon! vs. Djeser vs. N. Senada Round 1 WeLandedOnTheMoon! Thunderbrawl 142 by Bad Seafood: Bompacho vs. Broenheim Round 1 Broenheim Thunderbrawl 143 by Ironic Twist: Mercedes vs. Bad Seafood Round 1 Bad Seafood Thunderbrawl 144 by Obliterati: Broenheim vs. Screaming Idiot Round 1 Screaming Idiot Thunderbrawl 145 by Ironic Twist: newtestleper vs. Sitting Here vs. sebmojo Round 1 sebmojo Thunderbrawl 146 by docbeard: Fuschia tude vs. PoshAlligator Round 1 PoshAlligator Thunderbrawl 147 by sebmojo: Sitting Here vs. Ironic Twist Round 1 Sitting Here Round 2 Sitting Here Thunderbrawl 148 by Broenheim: Entenzahn vs. Jonked Round 1 Entenzahn Thunderbrawl 149 by Tyrannosaurus: curlingiron vs. Sitting Here Round 1 Sitting Here Thunderbrawl 150 by sebmojo: crabrock vs. Broenheim Round 1 crabrock Thunderbrawl 151 by Sitting Here: spectres of autism vs. A Classy Ghost Round 1 A Classy Ghost Thunderbrawl 152 by sebmojo: WeLandedOnTheMoon! vs. Grizzled Patriarch vs. curlingiron Round 1 Grizzled Patriarch Thunderbrawl 153 by Ironic Twist: God Over Djinn vs. Sitting Here Round 1 God Over Djinn Thunderbrawl 154 by Ironic Twist: Broenheim vs. Obliterati Round 1 Obliterati Thunderbrawl 155 by sebmojo: newtestleper vs. SurreptitiousMuffin Round 1 SurreptitiousMuffin Thunderbrawl 156 by Djeser: sebmojo vs. Fumblemouse Round 1 Fumblemouse Thunderbrawl 157 by sebmojo: SurreptitiousMuffin vs. StealthArcher Round 1 SurreptitiousMuffin (by default) Thunderbrawl 158 by Sitting Here: sebmojo vs. God Over Djinn vs. A Classy Ghost Round 1 sebmojo (by default) Thunderbrawl 159 by Broenheim: WeLandedOnTheMoon! vs. Entenzahn vs. Obliterati Round 1 Entenzahn Thunderbrawl 160 by Thranguy: SurreptitiousMuffin vs. Fumblemouse Round 1 SurreptitiousMuffin Thunderbrawl 161 by Broenheim: ZeBourgeoisie vs. Djeser Round 1 Djeser Thunderbrawl 162 by WeLandedOnTheMoon!: Entenzahn vs. jon joe vs. Broenheim Round 1 Entenzahn Thunderbrawl 163 by Kaishai: sebmojo vs. Benny Profane Round 1 sebmojo Kaishai fucked around with this message at 02:12 on Jan 5, 2016 |
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Thunderdome Week CXXVI: Auld Lang Syne Judges: Kaishai, Entenzahn, and Nubile Hillock. quote:
The new year is almost upon us, Thunderdome. It's a time for beginnings and for resolutions, but also for reflections upon times and people long gone. What has become of those we used to know? This week, your prompt is to write a story of acquaintances from long ago. As many as you please: a pair of former best friends would qualify, as would a group of former fellow soldiers. All of the acquaintances can appear on stage, or only one can while the rest remain in memory; perhaps some or all are dead; perhaps one turned into a hunky merman and left the other on land. Who knows. For whatever reason, these people have been estranged for years, but the bond they once shared must be important to the plot. These acquaintances don't need to be from your own life. They're persons who knew each other once within the realm of the story. You can show them interacting or not as suits you; as long as their lapsed relationship influences the plot significantly, they don't have to meet again, but they certainly may. No fanfiction, no nonfiction, no erotica, no poetry, and no GoogleDocs. Sign-up deadline: Friday, January 2, 11:59pm USA Eastern Submission deadline: Sunday, January 4, 11:59pm USA Eastern Maximum word count: 1,300 Old Acquaintances: crabrock: "Waves" LOU BEGAS MUSTACHE: "Penny Puncher" Screaming Idiot: "Like Old Times" kurona_bright: "Stump Talk" Cacto: "The will" Schneider Heim" "New Habits" Grizzled Patriarch Bad Ideas Good: "Charolette" Sitting Here: "Touch and Go and Touch Again" docbeard: "Good Night, Miss Mason" Phobia Ironic Twist: "Crush" Benny the Snake: "The Christmas Truce" Your Sledgehammer: "Two Bullets" Walamor: "Decisions" Nethilia: "Out of My Life" Jonked: "The Pearl" chthonic bell leekster: "Injury Reserve" Fumblemouse: "Football and Fireworks" ZeBourgeoisie Anomalous Blowout: "When You Need It Most" Tyrannosaurus: "Teeth and Time" Kaishai fucked around with this message at 05:10 on Jan 5, 2015 |
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HOW TO RECEIVE CRITIQUES, A THUNDERDOME GUIDE: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wBqTng4c2iU&t=135s
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OP needs more swears and pictures of Tina Turner being glittery and pouting in the post-apocalyptic desert. B+, would probably Dome again I GUESS.
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PRIZES If any of you disgusting turd samplers win a week or at least for some reason find yourself on the honorable mentions list, you can get a prize from my coffers: it includes games, books, audiobooks. The list keeps growing as I find stuff to add all the time. If you win, contact me either with PMs or on IRC with what you want from my prize list. Mercedes fucked around with this message at 06:28 on Jan 1, 2015 |
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Wooo, a whole year to make an rear end of myself and bug the poo poo out of judges. Happy 2015, and God's mercy on you swine.
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In Edit: Happy New Year, 'Domers
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I told myself I was too busy this week, but I just can't pass up that prompt. Also, I'd hate to miss my chance to present a New Years offering to Her Royal Highness, the fair and honorable Blood Queen Kaishai. May her reign be mercifully short  In, Thread newbies, a quick note on word counts. They are entirely optional and you should probably ignore them. More like guidelines, really. You'd do well to note that most of the winning entries from previous threads were 5000+ words long, so you should definitely base your approach on quantity. The judges will love you. Also, Phobia: my (sort of belated) brawl entry is in the other thread.
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Too Much of a Bad Thing 1494 words The bass drives me mad. Thump, thump, thump thump thump. A constant rhythm that burrows into my skull, surrounds me from all sides and beats down on me. I roll over, back around, pull the pillow over my head. Thump, Thump. It drowns out my jazz music and I need my jazz music to relax. The rage bubbles up inside me with every passing beat. Keep calm, I think, they can’t be playing music all night long. I fish a pair of earplugs out my nightstand and put them in. Still hearing it. Maybe it’s just an earworm. I snap my fingers close to my ears, and despair. I don’t want to go up there. I want to sleep. It’s midnight, I have to get up in six hours. Hit the gym. Do my chores. I have to go to work. It’s probably the new neighbor from above. I’ve seen him on the hallway. Pierced kid in ill-fitting clothes, looking like that kinda loser that’s into weed and satanism. Probably has an altar in his living room. loving rear end in a top hat. Relax. Think happy thoughts. I imagine myself confronting him. “It’s too loud,” I say. And he objects, tells me it’s not that bad and I say, “Well, it’s loud to me. I don’t care how loud you think it is.” And he has to accept that. He’s not allowed to keep me up at night. The music stops. Or did it get quieter? I focus. Is the bass still there? No. Nothing. Thank loving-- Thump, thump, thump thump thump. I get out of bed, throw on some clothes and leave the apartment. Dull music reverberates across the hallway, like someone had opened a disco across the street. I move up a floor. My fist hovers over his door. There’s a built-in window, light flickering behind the curtain. I hesitate. Get nervous. You never know how people react. I take a deep breath. I knock. Blood pounds in my ears. Thump, thump, thump thump thump. Seconds pass and a human troll doll answers the door, stoned out of his mind. Beyond the dubstep in the background there’s a soft chanting: “Ooooooooohhhh eeeehhheeeeehhhhhh…” “Whaaa…?” my neighbor says. “Uhm, can you like… the music’s a bit loud.” “Ohhh.” “Can you turn it down?” “I dunno man. It’s not that loud, is it?” “Well, it’s loud to me.” “Come on man.” “Just… turn it down please. I really gotta sleep.” His tired eyes pierce me for many beats. “Whatever,” he says. He closes the door. My heart races. I wait, stand there uncertainly, until finally, the bass fades. Back in my apartment the music’s gone. I lay in my bed with the biggest grin on my face. I won. It lasts twenty minutes. The bass comes back with force, like it had taken a breather and now it’s ready to finish what it started. gently caress! My heart skips a beat. I slam my fists into the mattress. He knows I’m hearing it. He loving knows. Why is he turning it back up? What’s wrong with him? How can he ignore that? I don’t hesitate this time. “You again,” he says. He seems on edge, jittery. His eyes dart around. The chanting is still there. “Look, I don’t like this either,” I say. “You can’t keep coming here.” “Yeah, but the bass is really loud.” “I dunno, maybe you’re just sensitive.” I take a deep breath. “I’m here because I hope we can clear this up between each the two of us. But I don’t need to. You need to keep quiet at night. It’s the law.” He bows past me, looks up and down the hallway. “You calling the police?” he says. “I don’t want to.” “Hold on.” He disappears inside. The music stops, and the chanting turns to a murmur. He comes back out. “I’m Chris,” he says, and holds out his hand. I shake it. He jerks his other arm up. My legs are replaced with pain. I collapse on the floor. Chris stands over me, taser in hand. The world goes black. # Thump, thump, thump thump thump. Dubstep music bursts into my skull. I roll over, back again. My hands are tied. I open my eyes to the gritty texture of a stone altar. I loving knew it. There’s robed figures around me, chanting, “Droooooooooop the baaaaaaaaaaaass.” Their faces are hidden under hoods, covered by the flickering shadows of candlelights. Chris steps forward, a smile playing over his lips. “You are not going to ruin this ritual,” he says. “We’ll--” I roll off the altar and leg it. I dash through the cultists. A burly figure clotheslines me. I’m pinned back to the altar. Chris hmphs and someone hands him a bowl and a dagger. He comes closer. Oh poo poo. I can’t die like this. Not to loving dubstep cultists. The edge of the dagger burns itself into my neck. It gets wet. I live. Chris steps back and mixes the contents of the bowl, takes up an incense rod and tips it in. The mixture catches on fire. It fills the room with smoke, the smell of incense and grass and sulfur. “Stillabunt in bass,” Chris says. “Bonum Vibes inchoare.” He repeats the phrase, his voice growing, rising above the chants in the background. The smoke fills my conscience, races through my nostrils, the nooks and crannies inside my head, the creases in my brain. I’m dizzy. My heart slows. My breath slows. “Stillabunt in bass! Bonum Vibes inchoare!” The rhythm slows. Thump. Thump. One per second. Thump. One per minute. Each hit comes more slowly, lasts longer, dragged out. I sense attack, decay, sustain, release of each beat. The single frequencies as they layer over one another to create noise. The twists and turns, highs and lows of each single frequency as they phase in and out, unfold along their sine waves. The continuous signals turn concrete, series of beats within a beat, creaking like a broken subwoofer. “Maggot,” the bass rasps. “What?” My voice is hollow. “You are tiny. Tiny ant.” The voice slows, becomes clear. “I am Vibes,” it says. “Uh…” “Prepare.” My entire body is rocked by an explosion of base. My teeth clatter and my stomach churns. I’m full. Slow and heavy. Time returns to normal and bass seeps into me from all around - the soft hum of the earth turning; the faint traces of a car door slammed close two roads down; the loving dubstep. No… I just want quiet. I stagger off the altar. The bass nurtures me. Not me. Something in me. A hunger that grows with every beat. “Drop the bass,” I growl involuntarily. “Drop the bass,” the cultists reply. The something in me expands, pushes my stomach outward. Every beat shatters my belly. I don’t want his poo poo. This crap music. Why is this happening to me? “Yes…” Vibes booms, “hate me. Despise me. Turn up the vibes.” I can’t help it. I can only think about how all I wanted was to sleep, and get up, and get my dumb poo poo done, and now it’s two in the morning and my hard week’s work will be rewarded with these loving stoner cultists feeding me to some idiot bass deity. “Wait,” Vibes says. “That’s enough. Enough hate.” There’s a disturbance in the air. The cultists notice. They look at each other uneasily. gently caress you. Look at these losers. Unemployed slackers, ruining my night, in my perfectly fine apartment that I worked for. Useless assholes worshipping a useless god. What the poo poo are you supposed to be. Dubstep god? Your dumb music will be irrelevant two years from now. It’s already a joke. Vibes screams. It sounds like he dropped his mic. “No! Stop! Too much!” Back in the day music was more than THUMP THUMP THUMP for five minutes. Hipster bashing his head against the keyboard. Do you get born with that kind of brain damage? Leave me out of this poo poo. Let me go home. gently caress you. gently caress! YOU! Vibes croaks, and my belly quivers. The bloated feeling makes way for a vacuum, sucking at my stomach. Bass blasts out of my body. Any way it can. It fills the room with smoke and sound, blows out speakers and sends cultists to the ground holding their bleeding ears. “Yeah! 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 MERC-BRAWL 8: THE NU-UH IT AIN'T HAPPENIN' You know what chafes my balls? Getting shot down. Not getting that job you were totes mcgotes qualified for. Getting the job you totes mcgotes wanted and then fired a week later for something completely out of your control. Four stalwart domers will write about rejection, but with a caveat. Someone gets kidnapped. Last week was fantastic and different so I will continue with tradition until it starts to suck. There will be two teams of two. Each team will write about one event while each person is writing from their perspective. I will judge based on order of posting, so keep that in mind. Here is the prize list. As per usual, you have two weeks to write 2,500 words. January 14th 2359 is your deadline. If you sign up, you will be taking a Who are my rejectees? Mercedes fucked around with this message at 09:17 on Jan 2, 2015 |
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Here's my homework from last thread. Tesla's Coil 290 words "You! Don't buy that lamp!" I nearly dropped the fishnet leg lamp as I recognized the man standing before me. It was… Me! I had lost weight, gotten beard, and from the smell it had been at least a month since my last bath. "But. But dude, it's that lamp! And it's half price!" "I know. Trust me, I know, but everything went wrong here. You meet the one at trivia night tonight. Her legs, her body, her personality. It's like she's your missing half. You spend the night baring your soul and exploring each other. In the morning she notices the lamp and it ruins everything! You fight over the lamp and she walks out. One month later she's on top of the world. She designed some amazing chair or something that sold in the millions. She's it, the ticket to the big time." "But duuuude. It's great!" Future me rolled his eyes. "Come on man, let it go. The lamp, or keeping the girl of your dreams, your job, not going to the pain of inventing time travel." "We invented time travel?" "Well, yeah I paid bums to be test subjects. After the first few tests they needed a lotta malt liquor to climb into the machine. Eventually I got it right. So you're not going to buy it right?" I sighed and turned away. "Okay, but man it's such a good lamp!" "We're making the right choice here, trust me. Now go get cleaned up for trivia night. You need to be at your best." "Thanks future me." I ran out the door with a huge grin on my face. "Pay up Tesla, told you I'm a sucker." "Very well, let's go get some bitches and forties."
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Just an FYI, I have given something resembling a crit to everyone who entered my Oh! Calamity! week. They are in the old thread.
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Screaming Idiot posted:Happy new year, everyone! May your stories have words in them! Don't, like, stifle my creativity, maaaaaaaan!
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Screaming Idiot posted:Happy new year, everyone! May your stories have words in them! omg stfu u blithering poltroon
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Screaming Idiot posted:Happy new year, everyone! May your stories have words in them! happy newyear every one
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Sitting Here posted:happy newyear every one your mum is a newyear (butt mum)
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Jan 2, 2015 09:59
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sebmojo posted:your mum is a newyear (butt mum) this is america we don't have mums here sorry except your mum, she comes over a lot
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Jan 2, 2015 10:01
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Sitting Here posted:this is america we don't have mums here sorry it's because you have a lot of pies (she's pretty fat, it's glandular)
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sebmojo posted:it's because you have a lot of pies (she's pretty fat, it's glandular) 
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