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Martello posted:I don't watch Star Trek so I had no idea. Ha ha, really? It's basically the famous Chain of Command, Pt. 2 episode, but changed to be about potatoes. And I did have to look up the episode name, I am not that huge of a Trekkie (or Trekker as they prefer to be called.) Wikipedia: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chain_of_Command_(Star_Trek:_The_Next_Generation)
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It's a fix, is what it is.
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Aug 13, 2012 05:20
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Chain of Command is a seriously good episode and I couldn't help but imagine Patrick Stewart snarfing down lunch meat and screaming at his mom's ghost. ...poo poo, I have a thing for insane creepy french guys
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Aug 13, 2012 05:27
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Never watched Star Trek either but there was no missing the 1984 reference, and I can probably safely say I will never have the privilege of reading Orwellian potato fiction again, which is a shame.
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Aug 13, 2012 05:59
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Well I could explain what I think of as the actual "plot" of it, but I feel like that would kind of ruin the effect. I wanted the potatoes to be a mix of vaguely Lovecraftian, Orwellian, and just kind of absurd. I wouldn't say it's a parody, I just couldn't think of a better way to end it and that popped into my head. Martello please don't be disappointed  As for the Pink Floyd line, I wasn't sure if I was intending to write a good story or a bad story and I wanted the potatoes/mom to say something about meat and I thought why not? I was thinking about a random phrase that might pop into someone's head if that person had a history of meat as a contentious issue between they and their mother, and further, if they were at that moment being painfully assaulted by extrademinsional potato beings(?).
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Aug 13, 2012 06:21
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Don't show weakness! The judges can smell fear. THIS IS THUNDERDOME!
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Aug 13, 2012 06:49
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Yes. I DO smell your fear.
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Aug 13, 2012 07:02
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Well actually if you re-read my submission you'll notice a certain similarity to an episode from a little show called Stargate SG-1...
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Aug 13, 2012 08:17
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I must redeem myself for making an altogether way-too-serious/over the top entry in the first skirmish! What's the next prompt?
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Aug 13, 2012 19:33
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Listen all. This is the truth of it... writing leads to killing, and killing gets to warring. That was drat near the death of us all. Look at us now - busted up, and everyone talking about SlothMaster. But we've learned by the dust of them all... CC learned. Now, when men get to writing, it happens here. And it finishes here.
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Aug 13, 2012 20:28
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The Next Prompt Is......... Pending til Martello gets online
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Aug 13, 2012 20:39
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There has been too much violence. Too much pain. But I have an honorable compromise. Just write. Take up your pen, the ink, the typewriter, and the whole cabin, and I'll spare your lives. Just write and we'll give you a safe passageway and a free copy of The Waste Land. Just write and there will be an end to the horror.
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Aug 13, 2012 20:58
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Aug 13, 2012 21:32
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The new Triumvirate is convening. New prompts and deadline will be published tonight.
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Aug 14, 2012 00:44
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pipes! posted:
Everyone don't forget to thank pipes! for being a great sport and hosting this running contest (and facilitating the assignment of awesome avatars) instead of banning us all in disgust. Also thank Stuporstar for all the work she put into making funny and sexy avatars for you punks.
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Aug 14, 2012 01:32
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Thunderdome Week II The New Triumvirate has convened. Stuporstar, myself, and the Initiate Sitting Here have come to our decision.  This week's prompt is "Dystopian Chick-Lit."  For extra points (or maybe not, cuz Thunderdome) you can also add in "Randian Superman protagonist".  Word-oval office is ~500 words. Cry about it.  Deadline for submissions is 17 2130 EST AUG 2012. Deadline for signup is 15 2130 EST AUG 2012.  If you can't parse the deadline, too loving bad. PM a GiP poster (  ) or look it up or I don't give a tiara-wearing gently caress. If you're smart enough to figure out that it's a day shorter than last week, that's cuz the Triumvirate chose to take our sweet time deciding what to make you pigtailed schoolgirls write for us. The first complaint will be an automatic DQ.  If they wish to fight today, then let them come like men. - Bohemund I of Antioch  Contestants, submissions hotlinked: Black Griffon SC Bracer Hidden Gecko Boob Marley Bad Seafood Wrageowrapper areyoucontagious Jonked BirdOfPlay Capntastic Found Sound (oooh you made the deadline just like everyone else this time, why don't you take the rest of the day off?) budgieinspector Fanky Malloons Tempura Wizard Dr. Kloctopussy Autumncomet slothmonster (finally) Canadian Surf Club sebmojo Noah Nautatrol Rx T-Bone SurreptitiousMuffin Honey Badger bigmcgaffney Bodnoirbabe
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Aug 14, 2012 02:31
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God drat it you loving weirdos. This will be very interesting. Are you having a time limit for signups, like someone suggested earlier in the thread?
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Aug 14, 2012 02:46
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There's a time limit in there. Are you blind?
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Aug 14, 2012 03:03
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I'm in again. Something about this Thunderdome keeps pulling me back in, and I can't quite look away.
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Aug 14, 2012 03:04
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I'm in. For the blood. 
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Aug 14, 2012 03:07
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Cool, I love Thunderstorm. I'll be playing too.
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Aug 14, 2012 03:21
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I'm in, even if it means I'll probably get a new avatar (and not in the good way)
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Aug 14, 2012 03:35
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We should get bonus points for getting in on the first day. Early bird special. Also I'm in. Gonna write a story about menopause in a fallout shelter.
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Aug 14, 2012 03:39
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Jonked posted:We should get bonus points for getting in on the first day. Early bird special. -5 points for asking for bonus points.
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Aug 14, 2012 03:40
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Martello posted:-5 points for asking for bonus points.
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Aug 14, 2012 04:00
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Count me in again.
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Aug 14, 2012 04:10
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Bloodtime. I'm in.
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Aug 14, 2012 04:14
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Let's do this.
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Aug 14, 2012 04:18
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I will alter my score for any story that includes an Ayn Rand-esque Superman character or espouses the superiority of objectivist thought. How will I alter it? That's for me to know and you to agonize over until the hour of your forthcoming doom.
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Aug 14, 2012 04:32
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Found Sound posted:Let's do this. The optimism/avatar combo is magical. I'm down for the ruckus.
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Aug 14, 2012 04:33
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Quietly, quickly, cooly, Cody disappeared beneath the black water of the spring that once babbled and tinkled down the rocky, barren ravine that lay behind us. It was all behind us really. The war. The winter. We were left now with the tedious task of survival. Survival in this... The X Zone. My heart stopped as I stepped into the water. It was bitter cold and emitted the stuff of nausea. Less a pool and more a bouibasse of garbage and decay. I could make out the image a baby doll submerged in the shallows just off the bank, held down in the sand against her will by other rotting and twisted remants of lives long passed. The last rays of the red sun flickered across the water's surface and the doll looked up at me with its dead eyes, pleading. Sorry sister. I just blinked and trudged on, following Cody's lead. As always. He said he had been this way before, that there was an underwater tunnel leading to a cavern, and that we'd be safe. We seldom spoke - me because I lacked the strength, and Cody because he didn't waste time - so when he opened his mouth I listened. I listened, and I trusted him. I had trusted him since the moment we met, months ago, but there was something I was keeping from him. A burden too heavy for him to carry, even on those broad shoulders of his. I carried it alone, in silence, in secret. Even though it was his too... The water was to my shoulders now and I was face to face with the reality of submerging into this pool of foul, dark water. I knew the smell of human blood well, and had learned to ignore it without second thought. I offered my dignity up as a sacrifice to the cruel necessity of survival, breathed in deeply and braced my nerves for the descent. Just then lightning cracked behind me. I spun around and saw the sky lit up beneath her mane of gray clouds. I exhaled and turned back around, jarred suddenly by the pair of eyes staring into my own. Cody had resurfaced. He breathed something hastily, probably "c'mon", and his expression betrayed concern. He paid no attention to the sky, to the sound of thunder as it began to stur and rumble behind me. He grabbed my hand and returned to the cold depths, pulling me with him. We swam down until I could see the mouth of a concrete pipe. Just big enough for an adult to slip through. Cody held back and let me go in first. I clawed at the smooth concrete walls of the pipe, dragging myself forward. I could make out light trickling dimly into the water just a few body lengths ahead. I found myself in a pool much shallower than the one at the entrace. As soon as I cleared the pipe I was able to stand up in knee-deep water. The cavern entrance was a small den. A flashlight, Cody's, was sitting in a crevice at the far wall illumating mattresses and tarps along the muddy bank. I saw what appeared to be a blanket floating just at the waterline, wafting in the current created by my emergence. As I walked closer ashore I noticed frills. It wasn't a blanket. It was a dress. Then my eyes caught another, this one tattered, partially stuffed beneath a mattress. Then another. My head began to swim and I lost my balance for a moment. Behind me I could hear droplets of water hitting the surface, slowly and in no great quantity, as if Cody was just standing there.
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Aug 14, 2012 05:10
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I'm in. I have tasted death, and found it a terrible thing to grow fond of. EDIT: That Pipes! is one superdude.
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Aug 14, 2012 05:20
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This contest seems suddenly 1/3 less awesome and I can't pin down why. P.S. Say thank you to pipes! you bastards. I'll start: Thank you pipes! for being the best mod and helping to make this fun thread happen.
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Aug 14, 2012 05:30
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Thank you Pipes you bastard I'm in once more. I might be developing Stockholm syndrome.
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Aug 14, 2012 05:50
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In. Got a great idea. Post-apocalypse counts as dystopian, right? and thank you pipes! Your name is hard to use in sentences but you make it worth writing.
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Aug 14, 2012 05:56
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All hail Pipes!! In on this. Though chick lit is basically already distopian.
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Aug 14, 2012 06:00
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I like you, pipes!.
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Aug 14, 2012 06:03
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Thank you pipes! for handing me babby's first red title. A milestone in my posting career~ 
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Aug 14, 2012 06:08
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Thanks Pipes!, the avatar are awesome.
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pipes! rules, Thunderdome rules. I'm in. Never read chick-lit of any kind, so this is going to be interesting.
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