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crits faster than judging shameful judging (but thanks)
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# ? Mar 24, 2025 08:12 |
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flerp posted:
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sebmojo posted:haha, yeah sure i'll squish you if you want. 500 words, who'll judge. ![]() ![]() baby
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flerp posted:shameful judging
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WEEK 196 RESULTS It’s Tuesday, let’s make this quick. DMs go to Chernabog and Grizzled Patriarch, one for doing the thing I said most explicitly not to do, which was be hyper-literal, and both for having no real point or end to what they wrote. The Loss this week goes to Mr Gentleman for writing something that wasn’t unique, appealing, or a story. Honorable Mentions go to Tyrannosaurus for writing engaging characters and having the most down-to-earth and charming story this week, and sparksbloom for writing engaging characters that did the exact opposite, were visceral and off-putting and imperfect in a way that really nailed the spirit of this week’s prompt. It took me a bit longer to come around to this week’s winning story, but I always reward creativity, and the more I read this story the more I appreciated it, understood it, and was moved by it. Thranguy, the throne is yours once again.
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I'll take my shame manfully! Sadly, it's very obvious to me now that there were many better ways to execute what I wanted. I'll be back next week with something more appropriate!
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Mr Gentleman posted:FAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTT same
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![]() Thunderdome CXCVII: Stories of Powerful Ambition and Poor Impulse Control Like a lot of domers, I'm a fan of RPGs, but my current tastes tend more towards the indie/hippy/storygame side of the hobby, so this week will be based on one of those: Jason Morningstar's Fiasco. It's a game that lends itself to, well, the kind of stories in the week title, with the specifics governed by which playset is used. And there are a lot of playsets out there. Here's how it's going to work. We're not actually going to play the game itself, but instead, when you enter you can pick any official playset (I'm going to post a list of those right after this so they don't clutter the prompt post. By 'official' I mean in the main book, in the companion, or one of the playsets of the week), or ask me to pick one for you. Just post 'in' if you want me to pick. Then I'll use that playset to generate three relationships, one need, one object, one location, and one Tilt element. And that's your prompt. Use it to write about powerful ambitions and poor impulse control, which usually means things going horribly wrong for someone. This is the setup for a three-person game, more or less. In the game the relationships would form a triangle between three characters, but you don't have to do that. In the game, the Tilt element would be something that comes into play about halfway through, but again, you don't have to do that. In fact, given that these will be more heavy/detailed prompts than usual, so I'm going to say right here that they're here only to help/inspire you this time. I'm not going to be judging you on prompt usage, so if you come up with a story that fits the overall theme while barely touching them, fine. Or if you use every morsel served up, also fine. Or somewhere between. Your call. No Fanfic, Erotica, Google Docs, Poetry. Word limit: 2000, but there's a catch: if you go over 1500, you cannot no mention this week. Stories not good enough to HM above that line will get DMs, so if you need to use those last couple hundred words, write 'em good. There may be a lesson about ambition and/or impulse control in your decision, there. Signups Close 11:59 PM Pacific time Friday Submission Close 11:59 Pacific time Sunday Judges: Thanguy ??? (Could be you!) ??? (Could also be you! Not at the same time, though.) Entrants: 1. flerp (News Channel Six) 2. newtestleper (Town and Gown) 3. Toxxupation (Tales from Suburbia) 4. Mr. Gentleman (Hollywood Wives) 5. Oxxidation (The Ice) 6. Sitting Here (Heroes of Pinnacle City) 7. Sparksbloom (Break a Leg) 8. Grizzled Patriarch (A Nice Southern Town) 9. Entenzahn (Tartan Noir) ![]() 10. Chernabog (Havana 1953) 11. Quo Pro Quid (HK TPK) ![]() 12. Carl Killer Miller (Lucky Strike) 13. curlingiron (The Manna Hotel) 14. kurona_bright (1913 New York) ![]() 15. spectres of autism (Return to Camp Death) 16. Steve Harvey Oswald (Vegas) ![]() 17. Chairchucker (Unaussprechlichen Klutzen) 18. CANNIBAL GIRLS (Touring Rock Band) ![]() 19. Ceighk (The Zoo) ![]() 20. Tyrannosaurus (London 1593) 21. Fuschia Tude (Last Frontier) 22. dmboogie (White Hole) ![]() 23: ghost crow (The Penthouse) 24: Marshmallow Blue (Transatlantic) Thranguy fucked around with this message at 01:55 on May 14, 2016 |
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List of Playsets A Nice Southern Town Boomtown Tales from Suburbia The Ice Fiasco High Regina's Wedding Vegas Mission to Mercury Lucky Strike Reconstruction Flyover Manna Hotel 1913 New York Transatlantic Dallas November 1963 London 1593 Dragon Slayers Objective Zebra The Jersey Side Quest for the Golden Panda News Channel 6 Town and Gown Break a Leg The Penthouse Horse Fever Red Front Camp Death DC73 The Zoo Los Angeles 1936 De Medici Havana 1953 White Hole Hollywood Wives Salem 1962 Home Invasion Flight 1880 Saturday Night 78 HK TPK Heroes of Pinnacle City Back to the Old House Living Dead Tartan Noir Touring Rock Band 2 The Beast of Sucker Creek Dangerous Games Planeta Droga Return to Camp Death Rat Patrol Unaussprechlichen Klutzen Last Frontier Gangster London Touring Rock Band
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give me whatever the gently caress this is im in
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That's a lot of words. Can I not read all that and still be IN?
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In with Tales from Suburbia.
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in, pick for me
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Djeser posted:Week 196 crits: EAT CRIT AND DIE Thanks for the crits, Djeser. On point as always. Especially the crit of Toxxupation's story. Valuable feedback for him, no doubt!
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In with The Ice.
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Didn't read the prompt, am in, pick all the things for me the judges are dickshit puzzlewits, I had that HM in the bag. god what is this amateur hour??
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Sitting Here posted:Didn't read the prompt, am in, pick all the things for me ![]()
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In with Break a Leg.
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In with A Nice Southern Town.
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My powerful ambition is to not get a DM this week. IN with whatever you pick.
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In with Lucky Strike
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I wasn't gonna enter since I turn 30 on Friday and some weirdos from the internet are coming to visit this weekend, but I loving love Fiasco, so gently caress it, in.
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I'll take 1913 New York.![]()
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in with return to camp death
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double posting to post my brawl in case i forget later Mura Masa 1397 words I could bleed them if he wanted me to. But he doesn’t use me. And instead he traverses the halls of Census Bureau 2B with just faith to keep him going, and faith to keep me going. I care if I exist, too. It would be too easy, he tells me, in quiet moments, when the moonlight shines in through clear windows and illuminates Yojimbo on the screen looking pensive. Today Seth is going to talk to Ava. She’s is wearing a sprightly blue magenta dress that seems to say, go ahead. And, while he appreciates the confidence boost of a fully probabilized quantum katana, he’s not gonna use me oh her. That is unless he likes his dates sans sword hand. When Seth gets home each night, he leans me against the dresser. I can smell, through abstract sensory replication, the oak. It still has its smell, not because he obsessively cleans it, but because he’s never spilled anything on it. Never thrown his shirt across the room after a long day counting people, counting their kids, counting their opinions, writing down the colour of their nose hair trimmer. I watch him at work and I watch him at home and in both places he’s the same. Observant. Calm. Never a wasted motion, unless you count the trajectory of his entire life. And when his co workers crowd him, leering, asking him about his latest non existent affair du coeure, I’m there to give him the strength he needs to keep his chin up, press forward, and shoulder through the mob of ties and uncomfortable looking shoes in a way that leaves no room for doubt. They step back with a slack-jawed look of surprise, Seth continuing on his way to wherever he’s going. The scene resets. The co workers quickly re-arrange their faces, increase the frequency of their jeers. But they know and Seth knows and I know what just happened. It’s why I’m there. One foot ahead of the other. Forward motion. That’s my way. We are joined, him and I, and he is growing stronger. I am growing stronger. Moving together toward the same destiny. Better than when we found each other. Ava is just ahead and to the right, but Seth needs a reason. I didn’t see anything in my visual field that would lead to one, so I’m guessing he’s making it up as he walks. An interesting gambit, but I know him well enough to know he’ll have something ready. He turns with a two step pivot that reminds me of practiced samurai warriors sizing each other up for a deadly clash. When I first met Seth, I didn’t think much of him, because I saw what everyone else saw. Just another government worker who clearly won every chess championship in high school. Who kept his head down in the endless halls of life. Who never even bothered to approach anyone of the opposite sex because it was obvious other more physically primed specimens had already laid claim. I saw a drained man, a broken man, and an impassable chasm before me. I saw that, and I was wrong. Seth had a heart that never stopped beating, and--this is important--never beat quick. He never drank coffee in the morning. He simply got enough sleep. Breakfast was never a rushed sub at the chain rat infested deli. It was as intercontinental as a jet plane, as full as your life. Sausages that he simply got up in time to cook until the death on them became a bonus. Lend me your strength, I thought. The samurai of old venerating the fish they consumed. He had a radio that picked up broadcasts from the transit wave band, and listened in on the drivers as they discussed both how stoned they were and the latest delay news. Then he simply was never late, making him the only person working for Census Bureau 2B who could claim that feat. To him, owning me was simply another piece in the psychological jigsaw. To fit into things so perfectly is all a quantum katana can ever ask for. So Seth starts a conversation with Ava, and it’s about some report that she did last Thursday. My inner monologue when I look around the office is the word “blood” on loop. It would be so easy, automatic, to let me slip free of the quantum sheath, show the world I’m there and I’m not messing around. Everywhere I look I see clumsy form, wasted movement, people fumbling pens like they were explosives. To die in battle would be a good death for them. And I thirst. I would go deep into them, if he asked. But still he says it would be too easy. Too easy to prove to both of us the only thing we need. That we’re alive. And we’re stronger than they are. Seth is segueing logically into some kind of compliment of Ava’s efficient report writing. I barely even note the blush response. A victory, but if you understand things the way I do, it was almost a foregone conclusion. I let myself register the glow, the realization that he needed me to do this. But I’m already shifting around in my sheath because I can see them coming. It’s all led to this. It’s been too many small defeats for them. Too many awkward steps aside. Maybe Seth overdid it with the physicality. Or maybe there’s some kind of counter in them that realizes when they need to reset the social balance. But I can sense their auras and I realign my perceptual map for a visual view. Three of them, looking like the most dominant in the unimpressive social hierarchy of the office, spacing uneven as they blunder through the cubicle paths. I’m already telepathically transmitting a three step quick draw motion to Seth, because you never know, maybe this time. He thanks me for the spatial awareness and looks up. They’re clumsy, but they have numbers on their side. One takes Ava, one takes Seth, and the other stands around. He’s flexing under his shirt, maybe hoping Ava is subconsciously picking it up. They appear to be inviting Ava to some kind of function, but you should always focus on the enemy in front of you first. The one set against Seth looks like he could be their leader. He’s asking Seth to do some work for him, something he forgot about or more likely, ignored. It’s a direct assault, not cloying but bullying, and the part of me that wants to stick him like a pig actually admires the temerity. It’s all or nothing now and I can see, in his head, the pathway to the future. Routinely giving his extra work to Seth, growing plump off nothingness while Seth digs deep into despair. You fool, I think. That’s not Seth’s way. I know something’s coming. I’m not expecting what. Seth reaches for me. Seth made room in his schedule for me. Constant practice. Weekends meant watching Kurosawa into the twilight hours. I still exist only for him, but it’s breath. The breath of hope, the softest wind. He’s so quick that it’s over before I realize it. His elbow is firmly planted in his coworker’s midsection. The tableau is this: the coworker doubled over, gasping for air that isn’t finding him. His friend staring in shock, freeing up Ava’s qi. The shirt ripping as the third man loses control of his flexing. 4,500 yen, I tabulate automatically. Then it’s over, Seth apologizing for his clumsiness, he was just reaching for that file there. Oh and by the way, Ava, would you like to catch a movie sometime, maybe the new wuxia flick. And then he’s gone. No wasted motion. Yojimbo would be proud. He makes his way to his desk. Through an office space which is suddenly hushed, as if before a storm. Sits at his desk, moving to pick up his phone, make a start on the stack of numbers before him. Then I catch it. A pause. A deep sigh. He’s staring at the numbers like they don’t have meaning. Right through them, like they’re not even there. Blood, I tell him, as the noise begins to pick up. Maybe someday, he says.
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Sitting Here posted:Didn't read the prompt, am in, pick all the things for me Your but is amateurs hour
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in. hit me with a thing. ![]() (USER WAS BANNED FOR THIS POST)
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flerp posted:give me whatever the gently caress this is im in News Channel Six Relationships: Family: Ex-spouses, current parents We've Got History:”The restraining order is still in place, you know.” Fooling Around: Did it once at the office Christmas party, you think. Need: To Settle Things: With that suit who doesn't get your “vision” for the news Location: Face Time: Book signing for your recently published memoir/cookbook Object: Where's the Warning Label? Exotic animal, exotically out of control Tilt: Paranoia: Someone is watching, waiting for their moment. newtestleper posted:That's a lot of words. Can I not read all that and still be IN? Town and Gown Relationships: Friendship: Fraternity/Sorority Work:Tattoo artist and client Romance: Married Need: To get Rich...by killing someone old. Location: West Campus: Bridge across the ravine to East Campus Object: Transportation: Often-patched old canoe Tilt: Guilt: Someone develops a conscience Toxxupation posted:In with Tales from Suburbia. Tales from Suburbia Relationships: Community: Officials (judge, county supervisor, town attorney) Family: Parent and Step-child The Past: Fast friends when this was all farm country Need: To get even with the 'community policing officer' Location: Poppleton Terrace, the cul-de-sac at the end of Avanti Way Object: Information: A property survey from the 1940s Tilt: Innocence, a well-meaning stranger intervenes Mr Gentleman posted:in, pick for me Hollywood Wives Relationships: Romance: Dominant and submissive Crime: Killer and would-be victim Work: Plastic surgeon and patient Need: To cover up...your immodest child Location: Leisure: Resort gift shop Object: Weapons: Box of rat poison Tilt: Tragedy: Pain, followed by confusion Oxxidation posted:In with The Ice. The Ice Relationships: Community: Social Adversaries Crime: Smugglers (artifacts, endangered species) Romance: Current spouses Need: To get out..of responsibility for an accident Location: Mactown:Business:The tool shed inside the Carp Shop Object: Untoward: A 55 gallon urine barrel Tilt: Tragedy: Death, out of the blue
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Sitting Here posted:Didn't read the prompt, am in, pick all the things for me Heroes of Pinnacle City Relationships: The government! Military leader and personal security Allies! “I have to fix everything he breaks” Romance! You remember, they dont't- time travel makes you sad Need To find out..where she went, and why Location Exotic: Summit of Mt. Everest Object: Ominous: Abraham Lincoln's still-living brain Tilt: Guilt: Somebody panics. sparksbloom posted:In with Break a Leg. Break a Leg Relationships: Family: “Apparently they're cousins but don't mention it.” Friendship:”We're friends? News to me, but if she says so...” History: Went to school together Need: To get revenge...for the humiliation you suffer daily Location: Neighborhood: back alley, marked with a warning Object: Dubious: A severed finger Tilt: Failure: A stupid plan, executed to perfection Grizzled Patriarch posted:In with A Nice Southern Town. A Nice Southern Town Relationships: Crime: Corrupt official/local big shot Family: Parent-in-law/son or daughter-in-law Friendship: Bitter social adversaries (church friends) Need: To get even...with this town, for what it has turned you into Location: Up and about : a farmer's field up past Surrey Avenue Object: Transportation: Golf Cart Tilt: Failure: Something precious is on fire. Entenzahn posted:In with Tartan Noir Tartan Noir Relationships: Investigation: Ex-armed forces and contact Friendship: Friends with far too much sexual tension Crime: Neds with a proud set of ABSOs Need: Tae get pished...'cause it's all gone to shite Location: Residential: Comfortable three-bedroom house Object: Personal: The medal you won that time Tilt: Mayhem: Cold-blooded score-settling Chernabog posted:My powerful ambition is to not get a DM this week. Relationship: Visitors: “What are we smuggling this time?” Government: CIA case officer and double agent Romance: What happens in Havana... Need: To get even...with the secret police Location: Seaside Malecon: Beachside grilled seafood vendor, who sees everything Object: Weapon: Crate of .45 US M3 “grease gun” submachine guns Tilt: Paranoia: The thing you stole has been stolen
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sebmojo posted:Your but is amateurs hour you're mum is a etc etc etc
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newtestleper posted:That's a lot of words. Can I not read all that and still be IN? flerp posted:give me whatever the gently caress this is im in Sitting Here posted:Didn't read the prompt, am in, pick all the things for me QuoProQuid posted:in for whatever because I'm illiterate and those are a lot of words.
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Fiasco is cool as hell and I am in with Touring Rock Band. Edit: ![]() a new study bible! fucked around with this message at 11:16 on May 11, 2016 |
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SteveHarveyOswald posted:in. hit me with a thing. benny
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In with whatever you'd like me to write about.
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In w/ Last Frontier
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QuoProQuid posted:
HK TPK Relationships: History: Survivors of the epic shootout Romance: Obsessed crush and unknowing object Strange: Savant with skills and the one who knows how to trigger them. Need: To get the truth...about why they didn't shoot you in the head. Location: Odditites: A crowded double-decker streetcar Object: Information: The mole's mobile phone with all his contacts Tilt: Tragedy: Death, right on time Carl Killer Miller posted:In with Lucky Strike Lucky Strike Relationships: Antisocial: Violent rivals Brothers in arms: Foxhole buddies Brothers in arms: New guy and veteran Need: To get out..of a relationship that's turned weird Location: Rest and Recreation: Beneath the auditorium stage Object: Dirty: Truckload of soap, blankets, shirts, shoes, and chocolate Tilt: Paranoia: A stranger arrives to settle a score curlingiron posted:I wasn't gonna enter since I turn 30 on Friday and some weirdos from the internet are coming to visit this weekend, but I loving love Fiasco, so gently caress it, in. The Manna Hotel Relationships: Community: National Pony Express Association, “an all-volunteer, non-profit historical organization for the purpose of identifying, reestablishing, and marking the original pony express trail Family: ex-husband and ex-wife Romance: infatuation Need: To get laid...to propagate your superior bloodline Location: Inside: a flyspecked windowsill Object: Transportation: A pickup truck, dented and dirty Tilt: Mayhem: A dangerous animal (perhaps metaphorical) gets loose kurona_bright posted:I'll take 1913 New York. 1913 New York Relationships: Romance: Former lovers Friendship: Friendly sporting rivals Community: Radicals (Organizers, anarchists, Wobblies) Need: To avenge a great wrong...committed by a police officer Location: Chinese New York: A high-class brothel on Mott Street Object: Information: A treasure map Tilt: Guilt: betrayed by friends spectres of autism posted:in with return to camp death Return to Camp Death Relationships: Family: Foster siblings Camp Clearwater: Haunted survivors of the massacre 20 years ago Romance: Easy lay and desperate virgin Need: To gently caress...up someone who desperately deserves it Location: Regional community Hospital: Morgue Object: Weapons: Bouts of violent,blackout rage Tilt: Innocence: Someone is not so innocent after all. SteveHarveyOswald posted:in. hit me with a thing. Vegas: Relationships: Family: Feuding relatives Business: Casino Staff and a guest Friendship: Born loser and best friend Need: To win friends by burning through a fortune Location: Residences: Trailer Park Object: Valuables: envelope full of cut diamonds. Tilt: Mayhem, Magnificent self-destruction
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Chairchucker posted:<A bunch of quotes that I'm interpreting as In. If not, say so and someone else can yoink this prompt I guess.> Unaussprechlichen Klutzen Relationships: Romance: Service worker and customer with inappropriate crush Mysterious: “I am writing to invite you to witness a peculiar event.” Friendship: Friends since childhood Need: To get power...over the person you love Location: The Town:The Ellingboe Museum Object: Ancient: Mathematical Etchings Tilt: Failure: A tiny mistake leads to ruin CANNIBAL GIRLS posted:Fiasco is cool as hell and I am in with Touring Rock Band. Touring Rock Band Relationships: Good friends: Best friends since yesterday Bad friends: He owes you his career Family: Faked family Need: To get out...of your loving marriage Location: The Arena: The green room, with snacks Objects: Fuckin' awesome: A mountain of cocaine Tilt: Paranoia: Two people cross paths, and everything changes Ceighk posted:in with whatever and another The Zoo Relationships: Romance: Just broke up Illicit: The would be-thief and the one with the plan Community: Animal rights activists or sympathizers Need: To get even...with those monsters who let poor Buttons die Location: At Home: Basement habitat nobody's supposed to know about Object: Still more animals: a fish worth $120,000 Tilt: Guilt: A showdown Tyrannosaurus posted:In with whatever you'd like me to write about. London, 1593 Relationships Romance: Secret lovers Espionage: Sir Waler Raleigh's men: scholars or bravos Espionage: Spymaster Sir Robert Cecil's agents: informers or intelligencers Need: To get paid...in information Location: The Underworld: The Tower Object: Official: An official pardon with the name left blank Tilt: Tragedy: Pain, followed by confusion Fuschia tude posted:In w/ Last Frontier Last Frontier Relationships: Around the Village: Representative/citizen (Case worker, parole officer, native corporation official) Crime: Fishing outlaws (quota thieves, endangered species bycatch sellers) Friendship: A sourdough and a cheechako Need: To get rich...through selling illegally-cleared timber Location: The harbor: Aboard the purse seiner MV Julie Autumn Object: Sentimental: A novel written in longhand Tilt: Mayhem:Cold-blooded score-settling
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