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Oct 30, 2012 00:31
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Jeza posted:Just shooting the poo poo 'til our winner graces us. Obvs. I just like emptyquoting and since it's my own thread I do it when I feel moved to. Fanks hasn't gotten in touch with me yet, but it's gonna be a horror prompt by my executive decision. It is Halloween week after all. I'll let her come up with a cool twist on it.
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Oct 30, 2012 00:36
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Martello posted:Obvs. I just like emptyquoting and since it's my own thread I do it when I feel moved to. Can it be spooky Thunderdome judge fan fiction? I've always wanted to write a fanfic. I've already got a few good passages in mind for Martello's biceps.
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Oct 30, 2012 00:39
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Jeza posted:Black Griffon Martello posted:"Creative Soul" Sitting Here posted:Black Griffon-Creative soul Well, this feedback makes me very happy, even if I didn't win. Also, priorities? She lifts, so at least Martello should approve of me not giving any fucks about being late. And lastly: Heh, balls.
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Oct 30, 2012 00:49
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Noah posted:Enough dickthumping about your stupid degrees, get with a new prompt. This week's prompt: write about your english lit degree and also how much you lift. 5000 words. Martello posted:I can't pick it as winner because I don't hate the protagonist. I love the protagonist! I want to be friends with him. Yeah, I was afraid that would happen. But I knew there'd be a lot of rape, baby eating, and other serious business this week so I wanted to do something fun and lighthearted for contrast. Dems the breaks, but I'm glad you guys liked the story.
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Oct 30, 2012 00:52
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Sitting Here posted:I've already got a few good passages in mind for Martello's biceps. Someone got a crush  The next episode of Thunderdomes of our Lives is gonna be so amazing, what with all these crushing.
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Oct 30, 2012 01:00
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toanoradian posted:Someone got a crush Yep, I want to dress him up in a metal bikini and make him dance for my amusement while you sit cackling on my fat, slug-like tail.
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Oct 30, 2012 01:06
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Sitting Here posted:Can it be spooky Thunderdome judge fan fiction? I've always wanted to write a fanfic. I've already got a few good passages in mind for Martello's biceps. That would be p. legit. Fanky is tracking her win but she's in class so she'll get back to me later tonight. Black Griffon posted:Also, priorities? She lifts, so at least Martello should approve of me not giving any fucks about being late. I absolutely approve. Girl biceps I also recently became involved with a young lady who lifts too so I totes sympathize with the priorities thing. Why do you think it took until today for me to post anything? Bear Sleuth posted:This week's prompt: write about your english lit degree and also how much you lift. 5000 words. That prompt would be the best prompt. Might have to use it for a future week. Guess what, motherfucker? You're Judge #4 for this week. Way to cry about how you were trying to make me laugh and be cute and poo poo. Sitting Here posted:Yep, I want to dress him up in a metal bikini and make him dance for my amusement while you sit cackling on my fat, slug-like tail. If I had a metal bikini I would immediately post a self-shot of myself wearing it. But I don't. 
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Oct 30, 2012 01:11
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Martello posted:Guess what, motherfucker? You're Judge #4 for this week. Way to cry about how you were trying to make me laugh and be cute and poo poo. Cool beans. I should cry about stuff more often.
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Oct 30, 2012 01:25
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Martello posted:If I had a metal bikini I would immediately post a self-shot of myself wearing it. But I don't. 
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Oct 30, 2012 01:26
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Thank you kindly for finally recognizing my literary prowess and making me UNDISPUTED WINNER. Jeza, I forgive you for mistaking my gender, as my giant balls can be quite confusing to the uninitiated. Incidentally, my giant balls are also the reason Martello has a crush on me. Martello posted:The one fly in the ointment was you and your name changes in the middle of writing a story - you left one "Martha" in there. gently caress. I thought I ctrl-F'd them all after realising half-way through that I already used Martha in a previous Thunderdome submission. Can you imagine how good I'd be if I actually paid attention when writing this poo poo? Also, all of you losers whining about getting a new prompt RIGHT loving NOW are just going to have to hold on to your panties for a while because I was busy. Deal with it, bitches.
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Oct 30, 2012 02:40
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 THUNDERDOME WEEK XIIIAs the smoke clears and the bloodstains from the most recent battle get raked back into the sandy floor of the 'dome, the battle scarred winner emerges from the shadows. Biceps rippling, face stylishly streaked with the blood of her opponents, she throws back her head and howls at the moon. Sup bitches? This week's prompt, as demanded by Martello is  horror Pfft, you say, that's child's play, you say. Well, the caveat, demanded by me, is that you are banned from using a supernatural or magical source. The horror must come from something grounded in reality/nature/the real world. That means no zombies, vampires, werewolves, or any other bullshit of that nature. Word oval office: STRICT LIMIT of 1400. You will be punished for going over. BONUS POINTS if anyone happens to write a story featuring my secret desired subject matter. That subject matter is not fan fiction, FYI Sitting Here. Your beautiful and sexy judges this week (in order of beauty and raw sex appeal) are: Me (obviously)  Martello Jeza (I think?) Bear Sleuth (belated congratulations!) Sign-up Deadline: Friday, Nov 2nd 11:59pm EST Submission Deadline Saturday, Nov 3rd 11:59pm EST Get to it  Sitting Here - SUBMITTED OVER WORDCUNT Toanoradian - A Malloonatic Submission. Canadian Surf Club - SUBMITTED A BEATING. Chairchucker - SUBMITTED (Alas.) Omniphile - DEAD TO ME. WHR 49.5 - DEAD TO ME (Worse than Chairchucker) Baggy_Brad - MEGASUBMITTED. Noah - Jeza - Submitted a drunk, muscle-rage lasagna Black Griffon - Slothmonster - SUBMITTED. Swinemaster - SUBMITTED. Toaster Beef - SUBMITTED. TWO TIMES, WHAT. Capntastic - SUBMITTED. Kleptobot - SUBMITTED WITH THANKS
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Oct 30, 2012 03:38
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Fanky Malloons posted:BONUS POINTS if anyone happens to write a story featuring my secret desired subject matter. That subject matter is not fan fiction, FYI Sitting Here. OK but that's not a definite "no" on the fanfiction, am I right? Also, in. Gotta get back to my judge's seat before your skinny asses let it get too cold.
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Oct 30, 2012 03:47
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I can't write creepy stuff! I've never consumed anything from the horror genre, in any medium! I hid a Goosebumps book in the bottom drawers just so I won't accidentally open it and get scared by the cover! What I'm saying is that I'm in.
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Oct 30, 2012 04:28
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I have a secret mission to go on for the Robot Pope, so I'mma sit this one out. Come see me in my stylishly neon-lit lair though.
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Oct 30, 2012 04:36
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Put me in for this, going to dig deep for this theme
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Oct 30, 2012 06:03
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I'm in and I'm gonna be bad at horror, maybe I'll even submit before the deadline this time, who knows?
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Oct 30, 2012 08:11
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As the crown of gizzards duly allotted to Thunderdome Loser was snatched from me by Jesus himself, I shall fight again.
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Oct 30, 2012 09:06
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Count me in.
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Oct 30, 2012 10:04
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I'm in.
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Oct 30, 2012 11:32
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Fanky Malloons posted:Incidentally, my giant balls are also the reason Martello has a crush on me. This is 100% true. Fanky Malloons posted:Word oval office: STRICT LIMIT of 1400. You will be punished for going over. Finally, someone else spells it correctly. quote:Your beautiful and sexy judges this week (in order of beauty and raw sex appeal) are: It took me a little while to figure out what you were doing with that giant space. Nice.
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Oct 30, 2012 18:21
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Oct 30, 2012 21:02
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Martello posted:It took me a little while to figure out what you were doing with that giant space. Nice. I must say, I was tempted to leave the rest of you out entirely, but then that would have made no sense.
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Oct 30, 2012 21:17
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Might do a 'sebmojo' and enter, on top of being a judge. Because gently caress you, that's why 
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Oct 30, 2012 22:32
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Jeza posted:Might do a 'sebmojo' and enter, on top of being a judge. Because gently caress you, that's why IT IS THE ONLY HONOURABLE COURSE OF ACTION
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Oct 30, 2012 23:38
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I was doing that poo poo long before sebmojo ever won and got to wear a judge's crown. 
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Oct 30, 2012 23:39
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Hey hey hey hey. Thunderdome everyday. (In)
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Oct 30, 2012 23:43
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Fanky Malloons posted:BONUS POINTS if anyone happens to write a story featuring my secret desired subject matter. Yes, yes. Secret bonus points. This round will be like hats but more broad and less stupid.
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Oct 30, 2012 23:48
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Martello posted:I was doing that poo poo long before sebmojo ever won and got to wear a judge's crown. Yeah yeah, past glories, you're amazing. Shouldn't you be toxxing yourself for November or something? HmmmmMMMMmmmm?
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Oct 31, 2012 00:58
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shut up mom i'm trying to watch venture bros stop yelling at me
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Oct 31, 2012 00:58
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Horror! It's Halloween here now, so whatevs, here it is. It was all a (Teenage) Dream Violet was outrageously excited. She’d missed Maiden the last time they’d toured, as she’d been seven at the time and her mother had been reluctant to let him go on his own. Violet had tried to convince her to go as well, but it had been on the same night as the finals of her social netball match, and her commitment to the team had to come first. This time though, she’d just turned seventeen, and after some reluctance her mother had agreed that she could go by herself,* as long as she agreed not to partake in any satanic rituals that her mother had heard might occur at such a gathering. She’d managed to secure a spot only ten metres from the stage. She was being jostled somewhat roughly by the crowd, but she didn’t care, because she was about to see Maiden. It was gonna be so righteous. A rather vigorous sway went through the crowd, and Violet fell over, scraping her knees slightly. She got up right away, though – she was helped to her feet by some young girls. Obviously their mothers didn’t mind them going out by themselves. Even on a school night. Thanking them, she dusted herself off, then hearing the opening riff of a song – although not one she recognised – she quickly turned to the stage. It took a moment before Violet realised she did in fact recognise the song after all. It just wasn’t a Maiden song. Some girl was singing about something tasting like a cherry chap stick. What is a chap stick anyway? No metal singer ever wrote a song about a chap stick. She must’ve gone to the wrong venue! She looked around desperately at the hordes of girls, and the occasional boy who was either clinging onto some girl’s waist or hoisting a girl up on his shoulders to show off how manly he was and possibly earn a bit of a pash later on their front porch as he nervously dropped her off. As everyone around her sang along passionately about a brief quasi-lesbian experience they’d once had, Violet turned to a guy nearby who didn’t appear to be trying to make out with any of the nearby girls and shouted “What the deuce is this nonsense? Where’s Maiden?” “Didn’t you hear?” he replied. “Maiden cancelled. Katy Perry, or K Po as I like to call her, graciously filled their spot in the schedule.” “OK,” shouted Violet “firstly, that’s a dumb nickname and makes no sense. And secondly, this is totally bogus. I’ve gotta get out of here!” He shrugged. “It’s pretty packed, might be hard to move. You could always try to crowd surf out. Here, I’ll boost you.” “OK, but watch the hands.” He boosted her up. He accidentally grabbed her butt on the way up, but then she accidentally elbowed him in the face quite hard, thus discouraging any further accidents. Unfortunately, she seemed to be surfing the wrong way. On a raging sea of swaying people, she was carried in the rip up towards the front of the stage, and the sound of K Po warbling that she hoped her boyfriend wouldn’t mind too much grew increasingly louder. As she reached the barrier separating the crowd from the stage, a large man with ‘Security’ written on his shirt pulled her down, pointing to a nearby sign with a picture of a surfer on a sea of hands with a red cross through it. Violet sensed an opportunity. “What’re you gonna do about it, kick me out?” she yelled. “Don’t tempt me.” Somehow, Security didn’t need to shout. He just opened up his mouth and his voice filled the air. “But no, no one goes out now that we’ve started. You’ll just have to stay here where I can keep an eye on you.” “No one goes out? That’s ridiculous!” Security shrugged. “We’re making history here; K Po is going to perform the longest concert ever. The people from Guinness World Records are here and everything.” The colour drained from Violet’s face. “The longest concert ever? What’s the current record?” “Some Canadian guy’s got it at twenty seven hours or so, and Canada have been lording it over us ever since. Thankfully K Po’s on hand to sort them Canucks out.” “Does she even have twenty seven hours of material?” Security shrugged. “I guess they’ll do slightly longer versions of some of the songs. Only twenty six hours and fifty eight minutes to go, and she still looks strong!” Violet considered the prospect of a twenty seven hour K Po concert, and after this short deliberation, kicked Security in the testicles quite firmly and ran away. Security doubled over and clutched at his manhood, tears coming to his eyes. Violet ran along the barrier, hoping to find some avenue of escape, but the barriers were quite high, and it slowly dawned on her that she was just running in a wide circle around the stage. Furthermore, she was approaching some more Security. She tried to scramble over the barrier, but the crowd were quite mindful of the rules regarding barriers, and pushed her back. As the Security with the bruised testicles slowly caught up, and the other Security closed in, she collapsed to the ground and started crying. Through her tears, she said “I just… don’t think I can possibly sit through even one more hour of K Po.” “Well, look who’s back in the land of the living.” Violet opened her eyes and a concerned face looked down at her. “What happened?” “You fell into the mosh pit and were quite violently trampled. You broke several ribs and one of them punctured your lung.” “And this was at a Maiden concert?” “Yes. By the way, you no longer have a spleen. It was irrevocably damaged and we had to remove it.” Violet was barely listening. “Thank you, sweet merciful baby Zeus.” “Also, it’ll be about six months before you’re able to eat solids. There is good news, though!” “Oh?” Violet was not paying much attention. Her mind was on ice cream. That was something people got to eat in hospital, right? “You have a very special visitor! Iron Maiden wanted to be here in person to cheer you up, but due to the satanic rituals they are suspected of vaguely encouraging in unspecified ways, they weren’t welcome in the country for longer than it took to perform their tour. Fortunately, K Po decided to fill in for them!” Violet tried to scream, but passed out from the effort. *She would’ve accompanied her, but she had a Tupperware party, and the host was one of those old friends who she didn’t really have anything in common with anymore, but she felt that she had to support her weird hobbies because that was what old friends do.
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Oct 31, 2012 11:35
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Sitting Here posted:
Yeah the sory was kind of pointless, I was gonna do a revenge style story but decided to go the other way and have Donnie come out on top to add that extra level of "Hate" for him. I agree it might have been a bit too much, lying in bed the night I wrote it I kind of grappled wIith what the gently caress I was going for and if I even should submit it, In retrospect I'm OK with it though. Martello posted:
Thanks for the positive comments and I agree I really need to figure out how to write properly, I might as well have not even gone to High School because all I learned was how to be a drug addict and a drop out so I'm learning all the rules and stuff as I go. Jeza posted:slothmonster All very fair critiques, I wrestled with giving the Hulk characters names but in the end laziness won out, I wasn't crazy about the caps either but again laziness. Also count me in for the new prompt, I need to write more and often.
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Oct 31, 2012 20:28
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Imma' scare you, chump. (in)
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Oct 31, 2012 21:36
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Chairchucker posted:Horror! This is terrible and you are terrible. Horrifying, even. But in the worst possible way. I encourage everyone to incubate their stories for a while before posting them. Are your babies truly ready to be spawned at this early stage of the game? Also, no footnotes allowed from here on out. If it's too much of an aside to go right in the body of the text, then it's too much of an aside to be there at all and you should just get rid of it
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Nov 1, 2012 02:47
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Fanky Malloons posted:
This is a terrible rule and you are terrible.
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Nov 1, 2012 07:39
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Chairchucker posted:This is a terrible rule and you are terrible. Do you disagree with her ruling? Win this week and overturn it. That is how Thunderdomes work. Only winners matter. If I win my next prompt shall be 'run footnotes to the ground'.
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Nov 1, 2012 07:56
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toanoradian posted:Do you disagree with her ruling? Win this week and overturn it. Something about her post makes me think this may not happen this week, but I cannot put my finger on it.
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Nov 1, 2012 07:59
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Next week will be Chairchucker fanfiction week.
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Nov 1, 2012 08:11
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Any story without someone throwing furniture at someone else: instant DQ.
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Chairchucker posted:Something about her post makes me think this may not happen this week, but I cannot put my finger on it. Who knows, maybe Fanky Malloons might be one of those anime thunder ray things. You know, those stereotypes who hides affection beneath several layers of fake resentment and denial? A Malloonatic, if you will
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