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Invisible Clergy
Sep 25, 2015

"Behold, I will corrupt your seed, and spread dung upon your faces"

Malachi 2:3



It would be helpful in the future if I weren't an illiterate piece of poo poo. Added you to list.

EDIT: it's been explained to me how judging actually works. sorry for the false alarm

Invisible Clergy fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2018 around 14:50

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crabrock
Aug 2, 2002

aka sticklegs



Grimey Drawer

wait what the gently caress

edit: i have figured out what the gently caress

crabrock fucked around with this message at Jul 30, 2018 around 14:43

Sitting Here
Dec 31, 2007


Blood Empress of Thunderdome

Tap to emit spores


Clapping Larry

While the week 312 goofball brigade runs extensive testing on how to how to discern their asses from their elbows...

Thunderdome Week 313: (Were-creatures and) Vampires are Alive


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Right, it's another year and Thunderdome is getting saggier, paunchier, slower, and frankly that halitosis is out of control.

For six years, Thunderdome writers have tackled prompts that offered some worthy challenge or uncommon vein of inspiration. We've struggled to find beauty, meaning, and evocative emotion within the confines of the very short story. This week, fortunately, you won't have to worry about any of that.

When you sign up, you will choose to be either a were-creature or a vampire. Were-creatures and vampires, as we all know, are at war so rrrr you hate each other!!

If you sign up as a vampire:

  • Your vampire will be given a weakness. Your vampire will not be weak to the sun, garlic, silver, etcetera. Other vampires in your world might still be, but your (original character, do not steal) vampire will have their very own vulnerability.
  • Your vampire will be given a unique ability. That ability MUST be prominently apparent, though your vampire can still have speed/strength/perception/etc.
  • Your vampire's power and weakness must come into play! That should be obvious. Mostly I wanted a third bullet point because I have more to say to the were-people but wanted the two lists to look even.

If you sign up as a were-creature

  • You will receive a were-animal. For the purposes of this prompt, "were" means they are human most of the time and turn into an animal for whatever reason. I will NOT be giving out any form of wolf or canine.
  • Your were-animal should meaningfully embody the animal I give you, though I'm giving some leeway on the exact shape of your were-creature. For example, if I give you a panther, your character could turn into a literal panther, or you could imagine some kind of anthropomorphized version.
  • HOLY poo poo NO ANIMAL GENITALS. NO WERE-SEX. NO HUMANS FALLING FOR TRANSFORMED VERSIONS OF OTHER HUMANS. Seriously. The judges of this week have no interest in any sort of sex being part of this prompt. If you don't think you can write an audience-appropriate romance without involving the animal aspects of your characters, think of a new plot.

I think that's about it. Any level of collaboration or poo poo talk is welcome, but there is no obligation to collaborate or even consider what anyone else is doing.

Signups close on Friday, August 3rd at 11:59:59PM PST
Submissions close on Sunday, August 5th at 11:59:59PM PST
Word count: 1200 but you can get 200 more if you write a crit for any recent Thunderdome story.
The winner(s[?]) will receive either a custom Week 313 av or a $25 dollar Amazon gift card. Your choice.
Judges
Sitting Here
Kaishai
UraniumPhoenix

Leeches:

Invisible Clergy
Strength: Your vampire can taste the past or future in their victim's blood
Weakness: The presence of perfume torments them


Bad Seafood
Strength: Your vampire's immortal mind possesses picture-perfect memory
Weakness: Seawater is the bane of their travels


Guiness13
Strength: Your vampire can prepare foods that are preternaturally intoxicating.
Weakness: Your vampire is deathly weak to anything fermented.


a new study bible
Strength: Your vampire can diagnose any illness simply by tasting the patient's blood.
Weakness: Your vampire cannot be in the presence of tolling bells, or any simulacrum thereof.


sebmojo
Strength: Your vampire possesses the mesmerizing grace of a dancer.
Weakness: Your vampire is tormented by the shrill cry of the violin.


Captain_person
Strength: Your vampire has power over gravedust and can move/shape it as they see fit.
Weakness: Your vampire is immobilized in the presence of ghosts.


CascadeBeta
Strength: Your vampire can control the ambient temperature within a modest radius.
Weakness: The touch of human hair brings your vampire to their knees.


Mercedes
Strength: Your vampire can speak to the as-yet unborn decedents of their victim.
Weakness: Your vampire can interact physically with the present, but can never communicate with anyone except the apparitions of the future.


steeltoedsneakers
Strength: Your vampire can tailor preternaturally exquisite clothing, which makes the wearer susceptible to the vampire's will.
Weakness: Your vampire gushes precious blood at the merest pinprick.


BabyRyoga
Strength: Your vampire can enthrall anyone they paint a portrait of, turning subjects into servants (or meals, if necessary).
Weakness: Your vampire is immortal, but age is not kind to them; they crack and wither, ever becoming more hideous, so only their thralls can tolerate their presence.


Benny Profane
Strength: Your vampire can return their victims to a youthful state
Weakness: Your vampire cannot abide the sound of ticking clocks or clock chimes.


Bacon Terrorist
Strength: Your vampire is completely invisible at night.
Weakness: Your vampire burns under the light of the moon the way other vampires burn under the sun.


Okua
Strength: Your vampire can read the minds of their victims*.
Weakness: The only victims whose minds your vampire can read are those with the AB- blood type

Chainmail Onesie
Strength: Your vampire can understand any human language, spoken or written.
Weakness: Your vampire is preternaturally weak to mosquitoes.


ThirdEmperor
Strength: Your vampire's bite soothes others' pain, for a while.
Weakness: The earth hates your vampire, and will stop at nothing to crush them if they go underground.


dmboogie
Strength: Upon passing into any territory or jurisdiction (state, county, city, province, etc.), your vampire instantly knows all laws and polices in effect in that area.
Weakness: Your vampire must always abide by local laws.


Jeza
TBA

Blind Sally
Strength: Your vampire's voice, even just a whisper, can shatter glass, if they so choose.
Weakness: Your vampire will attract inconvenient hordes of fireflies if they stay in one place for too long.





Fleabags:

QuoProQuid
You got the agile were-Quokka!

Solitair
You got the speedy and powerful were-ostrich!

apophenium
You got the quick and deceptive were-anole!

crabrock
You got the venerable were-walrus!

Thranguy
You got the arboreal, acrobatic were-tree frog!

Hawklad
You got the lithe, formidable were-Caiman!

curlingiron
You got the touch-sensitive were-star-nosed mole!

Chili
You got the charming and flamboyant were-bowerbird!

mockingquantum
You got the well-defended and long-lived were-turtle or tortoise! (your choice)

Staggy
You got the swift, springy were-Antelope!

Yoruichi
You got the streamlined, semi-aquatic were-river otter!

SurreptitiousMuffin
you got the mysterious and frankly kinda freaky were-horseshoe crab!

Maugrim
You got the lord of the small skies, the were-dragonfly!

lofi
You got the sleek and slippery were-newt!

ibntumart
You got the huge, majestic were-elk!

Noah
You got the glamorous were-peacock!

Antivehicular
You got the hooded were-cobra!

Lippincott
You got the fearsome were-scorpion!

Sitting Here fucked around with this message at Aug 1, 2018 around 03:06

Invisible Clergy
Sep 25, 2015

"Behold, I will corrupt your seed, and spread dung upon your faces"

Malachi 2:3


Sign me up as a vampire.

QuoProQuid
Jan 12, 2012

WHO LOVES BLOOD SODA?
KEL LOVES BLOOD SODA!


I do. I do. I do-oo.


ing myself back onto the wagon

Give me a were-creature

Bad Seafood
Dec 10, 2010

If you must blink, do it now.


In.

Gimme dat vampire juice.

Solitair
Feb 18, 2014


IN as a were-creature. Vampires suck.

apophenium
Apr 13, 2009

I am a real boy.


I'll take a were-critter please

crabrock
Aug 2, 2002

aka sticklegs



Grimey Drawer

had my 6 yo nephew legit convinced i was a werewolf and he was too scared to go to sleep in my apt the night of the full moon.


anyway in and were-rule plz

dreadmojo
Oct 23, 2010



Legit Cyberpunk

Vampires rule as we all know bc of their domination power (1/rd, duration 24h save vs will) and superior speed skill and strength, while werewolves drool because they are dogs.

Vampire, obv

Captain_Person
Apr 7, 2013

That was a BAD business decision!


In as a sexy vampire

Solitair
Feb 18, 2014


Brawl vs. mockingquantum entry:
Henshin Blues
3,011 words

Constance drummed her fingers twice on the cafe table before she noticed the noise her nails made. Painted in earth tones, they rapped against the linoleum loud enough to make other senshi glance her way. gently caress. Bad idea, girl. So she gripped her mug tight and took another sip of the bitter coffee she ordered. With her shovel in her other hand, she could keep track of where her fingers were going.

Goddammit, where is she? They’d been waiting at the cafe for fifteen minutes and their new partner still hadn’t shown up. Did Constance get the time wrong? That would be all she needed. Counsel would pounce on her with a lesson on punctuality and the threat of cleaning duty, one of the only ways they had left of punishing her for displeasing them. Or maybe her appointment was a prank by some rear end in a top hat countess who wanted to see her squirm.

She raised her mug to take a big gulp of hot coffee, in hopes it would counteract the chill in her gut. By the time she lowered it again, a blonde girl dressed in an ornate welder’s mask had sat down in the seat opposite her.

“Jesus!” Constance shouted, almost spilling her drink.

The girl raised her mask and revealed a face with freckles and buck teeth. “Hey wassup, girl? Sorry I’m late, I had to deal with an imp infestation at my mom’s place. I know it’s not really an official assignment, but maybe Counsel will reward me for my initiative?” She gave Constance a shaky smile with puppy dog eyes.

Constance sighed. “This is Counsel we’re talking about, remember? They’ll ding you for a wrinkled skirt.” She sat up straighter in her chair and smoothed out her own skirt, not that something so thick with burlap and leather could get wrinkled. “If you have to get in trouble, keep me out of it, okay rookie?”

The girl shrugged. “Is it that obvious?”

“Yeah, plus I only ever get other rookies anyway.” Constance raised her staff up to the table, showing off bronze vines wrapped around green wood, with a gleaming blade at one end and a malachite set below the grip. “Let’s just link up and hit the streets, alright?”

“Alright!” The girl brought up a thick wand with an onyx set below the tip, which otherwise looked like a fancy welding iron. When they tapped their gems together, they initiated a data transfer, and Constance Gardner, Maid Sapling, became formally acquainted with Sasha Franks, Maid Solder.

-----

“You’ve been quiet for a while,” Sasha said.

She’d been looking out the window of their patrol car, an eyesore colored in a bright gradient ranging from peach to rose to lavender. It clashed with both of their uniform’s color schemes, though Sasha’s heavily armored dress went well with Constance’s dress otherwise.

“I’m driving here,” Constance replied. “Not much of a multitasker.” She put on her turn signal and checked her blind spot before she changed lanes. When she turned her head back, she caught a glimpse of Sasha with a poo poo-eating grin on her face. “What now?”

Sasha giggled. “Your name! I just got it.”

“Oh, right.” Constance gripped the steering wheel tighter.

“It’s so on-the-nose!” Sasha said. “Does everyone in the department but me have a name like that?”

“Yes, they do,” Constance said through gritted teeth. “Now drop it.”

“I’m sorry, alright?” Sasha slumped in her seat loud enough for Constance to hear her skirt clank against the door. “I’m kind of antsy and I wanna make a good impression on my first assignment. How am I supposed to work well with you if we don’t get to know each other?”

The car screeched to a halt as a Ranger transport van with its siren blaring cut Constance off at the next intersection. The muscles in her face ached from grimacing; her car was almost T-boned by some helmeted, body-condom-wearing jackasses on their way to karate chop monsters to death. Images of their gaudy faceplates, emblazoned on the side of the van, burned their way into her retinas. Her heart beat like a jackhammer and she couldn’t breathe fast enough. Then her vision cleared, her pulse lowered, and she panted less and less until she could turn and look at the armored Maiden still plastered to the back of the passenger seat.

“You wanna know how?” Constance asked with a level voice. “Follow procedure. Back me up when we fight monsters. Sit back and learn by example and maybe, just maybe, we can braid each other’s hair and talk about movies or whatever when we get off duty. But for now—”

The rose quartz at the center of the dashboard glowed and spoke with the voice of a Counsel representative. “Dispatch to all Maidens and Rangers, we have multiple breaches. I repeat, multiple breaches.”

Sasha pumped her fists. “Yesss!”

“What are you getting excited for?” Constance asked. “We’ll be lucky if nobody dies because of this.”

“...Prism Rangers on 5th and Lafeyette,” the Counsel continued. “Corsair Rangers on Main and Birch, Maidens Rose and Orchid on Cross and Savior, and Maidens Sapling and Solder on Dandelion and Clover.”

As Constance put the siren on and put pressure on the gas pedal, Sasha said, “Sorry, but I’m new here, and I don’t know all the neighborhoods. What part of town are we going to?”

“The worst part.”

-----

Even before a rift to the dark dimension showed up over the Bell, it already looked like it had been ravaged. No matter where Constance or Sasha looked, something was broken. Sometimes it was something as minor as a bent street lamp with broken glass, but once in a while they found a pile of rubble where a building used to be, strewn with cobwebs and moss.

“Well, at least this place didn’t take long to evacuate,” Sasha said as she traced sigils in the air with the tip of her welding iron. “What happened here?”

“Kaiju,” Constance said. “Nobody wanted to pay and fix it, so they just cordoned it off. Doesn’t mean demons can’t use it as a staging ground, so here we are.”

She slammed the blade of her shovel into the concrete, piercing through it like it was butter. Green ley lines snaked away from the point of impact, mixing with the jagged orange lines of Sasha’s magic to form a circle that beamed spiralling light into the rift searing across the sky. It glowed with an otherwordly light, exuding shadow and dark matter, before their spell slammed into it and clogged the passage. The light of their spell solidified, forming a barrier of oak and steel. Sasha looked at it with an awestruck smile.

“Look lively!” Constance said, ripping her shovel out of the ground. “We still have to deal with the demons that made it in, and there’s no way that didn’t get their attention!”

“Oh, right!”

Sasha stood back to back with Constance and twirled her iron, ready to point it at any shadow that looked slightly off. Problem was, every shadow around them looked off. Darkness congealed around the ruined streets, snuffing out every source of light except the magic that radiated off the Maiden. For a split second, nobody moved.

Then Constance swept her shovel in an arc and conjured a field of plants, just as scores of imps closed in on them.

Imps had indistinct features, pure black except for their eyes and teeth, but the moment they touched the hemlock Constance planted, ugly sores painted with nauseating colors disturbed that uniform shade. A good portion of them faltered before they even reached the Maidens, tripping on vines that proceeded to choke and engulf them.

Nevertheless, Constance found herself in melee with three of them, struggling to get her shovel free so she could impale someone. “Little help here?” she shouted.

Sasha nodded and gripped her iron tight, causing molten metal to shoot out the tip. It congealed into a chevron shape, the purpose of which confused Constance until Sasha sent it whirling through the air, scything through a horde of imps, including the ones grappling with Constance. The searing boomerang came to a rest in Sasha’s glove, leaving a trail of bisected bodies in her wake.

Before Constance could tell Sasha to get a move on, she did, reforming the boomerang into a sword blade that hovered in front of the iron. From there the two of them sliced away at incoming foes, covering each other and stabbing whichever imp had the other Maiden in a jam. Even without the heat produced by Sasha’s magic, the workout they got would still have them sweating buckets.

As the wave dissipated, Constance swung her shovel again, conjuring a lattice of thick wood in a circle around them, and a fuse of brush leading from it straight to Sasha’s feet. “Care to do the honors, rookie?”

“Yes, ma’am!” Sasha touched her blade to the brush, causing a fire that spread to the ring around them in seconds. “You sure this’ll last?”

Constance took a moment to wipe her face. “It’s oak. It’ll take a while to burn.” She peered through the flames, watching for the first members of the horde to push through her barrier. Once one did, she shot a stake at it, nailing it in the head and putting its body to work on the barricade. A satisfying thunk sound behind her told her that Sasha had the same idea. “This should give us some breathing room for a while.”

The mask blocking Sasha’s face muffled the sound of her coughing. “Funny you should say that, Sapling. Do you have a plan for all the smoke getting in here?”

“Smoke?” That didn’t sound right. Constance could still control plant matter as it turned to cinders, pushing it away from any vulnerable lungs. But as she inhaled more, she found a smell unrelated to imps, oak, hemlock or anything else on the battlefield. It smelled sweet, like incense, triggering both an urge to relax and let stress flow out of her body, and a reflex that kept her on guard against that very feeling. The latter had kicked in too late.

She willed herself to stand straight and tall like a redwood even as numbness seeped into her muscles. Her vision blurred, but she concentrated on a glowing sigil covering a particularly tall shadow. It looked like a vertical eye, a decagram taking the place of iris and pupil.

“Phan...tasm,” she murmured. The imps had been a trap the whole time. Two Maidens below Princess level couldn’t handle a phantasm by themselves. They were done for. The only question was, did Counsel know what they were up against before they sent Constance and Sasha to their deaths?”

“This is Maiden Solder, calling from Dandelion and Clover!” Sasha slurred into her gem. “We need backup! Send backup right away!”

“Backup isn’t coming,” Constance said, pushing through the urge to yawn.

“What do you mean… backup… isn’t…” Sasha hit the ground before she could finish, and Constance quickly followed her.

-----

The waking nightmare wasn’t long to follow.

“Do us proud, champ!”

Constance snapped her eyes open. She stumbled on her feet, hand groping for a shovel that wasn’t to be found. The comfortable weave of her uniform was gone, replaced all over her body with something oily and slick that squeaked when she moved. Her peripheral vision was blocked off, her vision tinted black, and a foul odor hung about her head.

“You should have told me you wanted a shave, son. Here, let me show you how.”

When she realized what the phantasm had trapped her in, she screamed. She clawed at the helmet around her head, looking for a latch to take it off, or failing that, any looseness in her new rubber gloves, but there wasn’t an inch of give anywhere.

“Goddammit, what’s taking so long? He should have gotten his morpher already.”

As she thrashed on the floor, she caught a glimpse of Sasha floating in midair. A globe of water surrounded Sasha, making her armor rust and crumble. She looked so frail without it. Though she still controlled some metal at her fingertips, the water refused to let her harden them into claws. All she could accomplish was making a few trails of steam bubble from the surface.

“You’re not getting cold feet now, are you?”

Bile rose in the back of Constance’s throat from the smell, from how she felt the filth creep in under her skin, but she kept it down and shambled toward Sasha. Her misshapen legs threatened to make her collapse, but she kept her footing and moved forward, inch by inch.

“I don’t even know you anymore.”

She shot her arm forward into the icy water, grasping until she found Sasha’s hand. Their fingers locked together in a vise grip; the ache in her muscles proved a welcome distraction from the incessant wrongness leaking into her body. The voices lost their shape, blending together into a fading hum that lurked on the periphery, ready for either of them to slip.

As Constance tried to focus on herself as she was, separate from what the phantasm blasted into her mind, she found a fragment of her power, a seed floating in on the tide. She channeled it in Sasha’s direction, making Sasha look up and into her visor. Sasha’s face looked distorted and discolored, but she reciprocated the gesture, and soon a bubble formed between their hands. The latex of Constance’s glove melted, leaving room for vines to grow from her skin and mesh with the wires coming from Sasha. Plant fibers enmeshed with metal, forming a battery keeping the worst of the phantasm’s magic at bay. Nausea still wracked Constance, but as long as she concentrated on Sasha, she could hold out.

Orange light suffused the left side of her vision, casting Sasha’s face in sharp relief. The light grew brighter and brighter until Constance forced her eyes closed. In the glow, her prison evaporated, and a wave of relief washed through her. She and Sasha collapsed to the ground, knocking the wind out of her lungs.

“That was close,” someone said. “Are you ladies okay?”

A male voice, muffled. Constance concentrated on getting her uniform back up as soon as possible.

“Holy poo poo, that was close,” Sasha said. From the clanking, it seemed like she was glamoured up just fine. “I thought nobody else would get here.”

“I almost didn’t. The rest of my squad’s gonna give me an earful when they find me. What’s Counsel thinking?”

Constance got to her feet and turned to look at their savior, an orange and white Ranger with silver skulls and crossbones adorning his shoulders, and a pair of shark jaws framing the void where his face should be. She could only stand to look at him for a second before she shivered and tilted her head down, obscuring his face with the brim of her hat.

“Search me,” she muttered. “If this keeps up we’ll need to organize against them.”

The Ranger stood still, arms crossed, before he let out a little gasp. “Wait a minute, you’re—”

“Sailor Sapling,” Sasha said.

“Yeah,” Constance said. “You can call me Constance if you want.”

He extended his hand, and she took it to shake after a moment of hesitation. “Corsair Ranger Sand, but you can call me Bruce.”

After some terse pleasantries, the Maidens went their separate way, riding their patrol car in silence. Their shift ended, and they went home without another word.

-----

When Constance knocked on the door the next morning, Sasha answered wearing a sweater and khakis. “Hey… Constance?” she asked.

Her shaky recognition made sense. She’d never seen Constance out of uniform before. She wasn’t used to Constance’s pronounced nose, angular jaw, pointy shoulders, and everything else her powers hadn’t gotten around to fixing yet.

“Yeah, it’s me,” Constance said. “Can I come in?”

“Sure.” Sasha stepped aside to let her partner into her apartment. It looked cramped but comfortable.

Constance looked around for roommates, then said, “So here’s the deal. Maiden’s civilian names can be on-the-nose, but in my case I picked mine out myself. I had to get a new one after my family kicked me out.”

Sasha winced and looked away from Constance’s face. “Oh… oh jeez, I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.” Constance found an empty spot on a nearby futon and sat down. “They really wanted me to be a Ranger, but I can’t. I literally, physically can’t. I’d rather die than put one of those helmets on. My parents didn’t take well to having an extra Maiden in the family, and they have a lot of pull with Counsel.”

“Hold up,” said Sasha as she sat down next to Constance. “Aren’t there female Rangers?”

“Eh,” Constance said with a shrug. “A lot less than you’d think. I’d still have problems if I manifested a morpher instead of a wand, just a little less of them.”

“And you’re telling me that Counsel and your family were fine with you dying in the Bell?”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. That’s where everything the city doesn’t want goes. Good luck proving it, though. It’d be a bad look if they abandoned Maidens on the regular, though, so usually I just get shuffled around when my partners get sick of hanging with an impostor. I don’t get attached unless I know for a fact my partner has my back. So do you?”

Sasha smiled and pulled Constance in by the shoulder. “Dude, I mean girl, what we had out in the field was something else! With our synergy, we’ll get results Counsel can’t possibly argue with! Besides, if you earned a wand, you’re a Maiden. I don’t care what anyone else says.”

Constance took in a deep breath. “Thanks. That means a lot.”

They sat together on Sasha’s futon in silence for a minute, before Sasha glanced at the TV.

“You wanna watch a cooking show?” she asked.

“Sure.”

CascadeBeta
Feb 14, 2009

But how are you on the dance floor?


In, vamp

Thranguy
Apr 21, 2010

'Read over your compositions, and when you meet a passage which you think is particularly fine, strike it out.' -Samuel Johnson

Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf???? when the wolf????bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.

Hawklad
May 3, 2003


Who wants to live
forever?


DIVE!

College Slice

In, were-creature if you please!

Guiness13
Feb 17, 2007

The best angel of all.

In, vampiya!

a new study bible!
Feb 1, 2009



BIG DICK NICK
A Philadelphia Legend
Fly Eagles Fly


In for Vampire

Sitting Here
Dec 31, 2007


Blood Empress of Thunderdome

Tap to emit spores


Clapping Larry

A note about the were-critters: Some of these animals are going to be huge or tiny. For the purposes of this prompt, if you get a huge/tiny animal, their were-form doesn't necessarily have to be the same size. It should still have the attributes of your assigned animal, though.

If I don't get your assignment now, expect one in the next 2-4 hours.

Invisible Clergy posted:

Sign me up as a vampire.

Strength: Your vampire can taste the past or future in their victim's blood
Weakness: The presence of perfume torments them

QuoProQuid posted:

ing myself back onto the wagon

Give me a were-creature

You got the agile were-Quokka!

Bad Seafood posted:

In.

Gimme dat vampire juice.

Strength: Your vampire's immortal mind possesses picture-perfect memory
Weakness: Seawater is the bane of their travels

Solitair posted:

IN as a were-creature. Vampires suck.

You got the speedy and powerful were-ostrich!

apophenium posted:

I'll take a were-critter please

You got the quick and deceptive were-anole!

crabrock posted:

had my 6 yo nephew legit convinced i was a werewolf and he was too scared to go to sleep in my apt the night of the full moon.

anyway in and were-rule plz

You got the venerable were-walrus!

sebmojo posted:

Vampires rule as we all know bc of their domination power (1/rd, duration 24h save vs will) and superior speed skill and strength, while werewolves drool because they are dogs.

Vampire, obv

Strength: Your vampire possesses the mesmerizing grace of a dancer.
Weakness: Your vampire is tormented by the shrill cry of the violin.


Strength: Your vampire has power over gravedust and can move/shape it as they see fit.
Weakness: Your vampire is immobilized in the presence of ghosts.


Strength: Your vampire can control the ambient temperature within a modest radius.
Weakness: The touch of human hair brings your vampire to their knees.

Thranguy posted:

Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf???? when the wolf????bane blooms and the autumn moon is bright.

You got the arboreal, acrobatic were-tree frog!

Hawklad posted:

In, were-creature if you please!

You got the lithe, formidable were-Caiman!

Sitting Here
Dec 31, 2007


Blood Empress of Thunderdome

Tap to emit spores


Clapping Larry

Guiness13 posted:

In, vampiya!

Strength: Your vampire can prepare foods that are preternaturally intoxicating.
Weakness: Your vampire is deathly weak to anything fermented.


Strength: Your vampire can diagnose any illness simply by tasting the patient's blood.
Weakness: Your vampire cannot be in the presence of tolling bells, or any simulacrum thereof.

curlingiron
Dec 15, 2006

Adventure Awaits!


Fun Shoe

In for team Were!

Chili
Jan 23, 2004

College kids ain't shit


Grimey Drawer

Both seem good, and I can't decide. Pick for me, please!

MockingQuantum
Jan 20, 2012


Unlockable Ben

I'm in, requesting werebeast for myself, and an epically dumb werething for chili as punishment for his indecision.

Mercedes
Mar 7, 2006

"So you Jesus?"

"And you black?"

"Nigga prove it!"

And so Black Jesus turned water into a bucket of chicken. And He saw that it was good.


Holy poo poo, sink those vamp fangs right in my buttcheek

ThirdEmperor
Aug 7, 2013


SCREAMING YES
MOTHERFUCKER
I AM GUILTY, I AM DEATH


Hayyan
~ 1000 on the dot

In the days after fleeing my war-torn home, I lived in a sea of foreign words. Having gone so long without hearing a friendly voice in my native tongue, I was overjoyed the first time I heard familiar song in the air.

But when I looked down over the balcony into the small courtyard of the keep where I was inn, awaiting news that the roads ahead were finally safe, and called out to the singer in my own language, he looked up, and spoke another.

He had simply taken a liking to my song.

Maybe there should have been some comfort in knowing others like me had passed this way, leaving behind them little scraps of home. Instead I felt awkward and shapeless, like I did when the cooks served up some familiar dish they had butchered under clumsy hands, and expected me to praise them.

I have no name for that feeling, of seeing yourself not-quite-reflected in the eyes of strangers; I saw in the boy who was singing, who shared my age and my dark skin, that same theft of myself.

I tried to speak to him at dinner that night, as we sat around a long table eating with the merchants who chattered in a hundred accents, and alongside delighted pilgrims oblivious to all as they trekked on towards personal salvations.

We babbled a half-dozen different languages at each other before finding one we shared, Cossunian, language of our educations. In that way, we shared words for matters of natural and divine philosophy, but not for our homes or their small experiences, not anything that mattered.

His name was Hayyan.

We were both, as it turned out, sorcerers. Or would be, when we were far enough away from our homes that the familiar became mysterious, and a foreigner needed to make it his weapon.

If I could have remained behind, I would simply have been a doctor.

“In Nekamptes,” he would explain, puffing up proudly, “we see the future by heating a stone, then dousing it in water. In this way the stone becomes a locus of all three elements and we can see, in the way it is torn asunder, their dispositions.”

“In Atetis, we are taught to chart the flow of water as it forms stalactites. In this way, we see the rhythms of the earth. My teachers could draw teeth without pain, and cure blindness.“ Or so I had been told. In my home, these things had been repeated so many times they had become a power unto themselves. Here, they needed to be true to be powerful.

Agos, a merchant of Kaltia who’d taken a fondness to me, clapped his hand across my shoulder, “Show him the magic you did for us, with the cups and the ball.”

Hayyan smirked but said nothing to betray me. It was enough that we both had to fight for the same space, without tearing down the tricks and illusions we used to hold it.

“I can raise the dead.” I muttered, my face hot. Agos withdrew his arm at that as if I’d burned him, but -- only leaned forward, his eyes bright, his mouth set challengingly.

“My master once taught me how to conjure the very image of heaven.” He answered. It was a good answer.

“Boys, perhaps it's best not to stir trouble.” Agos said, nervous now.

But we would settle this.

That night we met in the courtyard, by unspoken agreement. Under the branches of an old cedar I kindled up a fire, and he began to recite the names of all the demons and saints he knew, casting his voice from one side of the yard to the other and back, trying to invoke the fear of them in me. In the low, bare light of the fire and with the wind cold on my face, it worked, even though I knew the trick.

I tossed herbs into the fire to make fragrant smoke, knowing they were only from the kitchens. If I had the proper materials, there would have been sachets of special dusts hidden among the tinder, making the flame leap up in all colors. But I made do and burnt strips of cloth with the names of the dead upon them.

When I judged the stars to be friendly enough, and the light had taken on a peculiar cold aspect, I began to intone. Every prayer and magic chant I could think of spilled out my mouth, but the fire only rose and fell, and after a time, guttered away to nothing but scraps of grey smoke unfurling through the dark blue night.

If Hayyan smiled in the moment it was gone when I gestured for him to perform his own trick. He was better prepared than me. There was some prestidigitation with a pair of eggs, and when he cracked one out came black smoke and from the other came a pool of blood. I half-believed his powers by the end, but the silence after stretched on.

I had no urge to speak then. The night had turned calm, the wind bringing a faint warmth, the moment stretched on. I thought of home, and saw it then, as if it was before my eyes, traced illusionary over the confines of the courtyard. As for why he said nothing, I think maybe he was seeing the dead.

We sat a while under the cypress tree and I remember him best that way, idle but poised, with his strong and somewhat too serious brow, with stubble on his chin.

All posturing laid bare and foolish, there was no longer any reason to be enemies. We were together in being alone. We spoke a while of home, and when we ran out of words we would make motions to the air, as if trying to grasp the right words out nothing, and conveyed more that way, the longing for home and the isolation, as words could hope to.

steeltoedsneakers
Jul 26, 2016


In.

I'd like to write about a vampire, please and thank you.

Sitting Here
Dec 31, 2007


Blood Empress of Thunderdome

Tap to emit spores


Clapping Larry

curlingiron posted:

In for team Were!

You got the touch-sensitive were-star-nosed mole!

Chili posted:

Both seem good, and I can't decide. Pick for me, please!

You got the charming and flamboyant were-bowerbird!

MockingQuantum posted:

I'm in, requesting werebeast for myself, and an epically dumb werething for chili as punishment for his indecision.

You got the well-defended and long-lived were-turtle or tortoise! (your choice)

Mercedes posted:

Holy poo poo, sink those vamp fangs right in my buttcheek

Strength: Your vampire can speak to the as-yet unborn decedents of their victim.
Weakness: Your vampire can interact physically with the present, but can never communicate with anyone except the apparitions of the future.

steeltoedsneakers posted:

In.

I'd like to write about a vampire, please and thank you.

Strength: Your vampire can tailor preternaturally exquisite clothing, which makes the wearer susceptible to the vampire's will.
Weakness: Your vampire gushes precious blood at the merest pinprick.

Staggy
Mar 20, 2008

Said little bitch, you can't fuck with me if you wanted to
These expensive
These is red bottoms
These is bloody shoes


In for team were-beast please.

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER

6th Anniversary Edition


In

Feelin' vampire slightly more so tonight.

Yoruichi
Sep 21, 2017

Time for tea and Thunderdome

In for team were-thing

SurreptitiousMuffin
Mar 21, 2010

I got it wrong. Look, I'm well aware I got it wrong and uh, I got it wrong.


I am in on team Were-

Maugrim
Feb 16, 2011

I eat your face



Hi. In. Werecritter.

lofi
Apr 2, 2018



Yeah, count me in. Team doggy style.

Benny Profane
Feb 23, 2012



In, team bloodsuckers.

Pham Nuwen
Oct 30, 2010



ThirdEmperor / Sitting Here brawl results

I asked for stories about hotels. I got a story about a couple hearing a weird noise in a Holiday Inn, and a story about two lonely sorcerers beefin' in Ye Olde Crusades Inne. Sitting Here, I really liked the characterization in your story, but at the end of the day I think ThirdEmperor told more of an actual story while still including some ~*~feelings~*~. Congratulations, ThirdEmperor, I name you winner of this brawl! Don't get a big head, though; I'd have put both stories firmly in the middle of the pack on a regular TD week.

Sitting Here, "S.E.P."
Kyle seems to live in his own head a lot. By telling the story in 3rd person but including Kyle's thoughts, it also makes it feel like Ashley doesn't worry about stuff as much, she's more easy-going. I like your characters; in the short word limit, you establish two people who I recognize. Kyle is basically me. My problem with the story is: what, and why? What was the "implication [that] reared its head"? I assume S.E.P. stands for "somebody else's problem", and while Kyle's response seems realistic, it's not very satisfying--"Frodo handed the ring to Elrond and went back to the Shire. The End." wouldn't be a very good story. My complaint with the story is that it's basically something your friend might drop over beers to little acknowledgment: "This one time we stayed at a hotel and there was this thumping from next door, but it was just a linen closet. Anyway we ignored it and had a pretty good time."

ThirdEmperor, "Hayyan"
As I read the title, I assume you've hit up name sites for a meaningful name which composes the title and possibly the main character's name. I think in at least one spot you forgot to replace the placeholder ("-"?) with "Hayyan", and I think in general another proofing pass would have done it a favor. I liked the story well enough; I like wizards, so it's an easy sell. I'd read a 4,000 word story about this pair where they did something exciting instead of conjuring at each other and being sad. Putting the showdown in the courtyard is skirting close to my "all action must take place in the hotel" but I'll allow it. I think you were going for an overall theme of loneliness and homesickness, and I do think you achieved it reasonably well.

Bacon Terrorist
May 7, 2010

THUNDERDOME LOSER

6th Anniversary Edition


Vampire me

Okua
Oct 30, 2016


I'm in.
Team vampire, please.

ibntumart
Mar 18, 2007

Good, bad. I'm the one with the power of Shu, Heru, Amon, Zehuti, Aton, and Mehen.


College Slice

Were me out, pretty please.

Sitting Here
Dec 31, 2007


Blood Empress of Thunderdome

Tap to emit spores


Clapping Larry

More prompts will be up sometime this afternoon! (PST)

Chainmail Onesie
May 12, 2014


LoserWinner
of "Thunder Dome!

In, vampire pls

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Sitting Here
Dec 31, 2007


Blood Empress of Thunderdome

Tap to emit spores


Clapping Larry

Staggy posted:

In for team were-beast please.

You got the swift, springy were-Antelope!

BabyRyoga posted:

In

Feelin' vampire slightly more so tonight.

Strength: Your vampire can enthrall anyone they paint a portrait of, turning subjects into servants (or meals, if necessary).
Weakness: Your vampire is immortal, but age is not kind to them; they crack and wither, ever becoming more hideous, so only their thralls can tolerate their presence.

Yoruichi posted:

In for team were-thing

You got the streamlined, semi-aquatic were-river otter!

SurreptitiousMuffin posted:

I am in on team Were-

you got the mysterious and frankly kinda freaky were-horseshoe crab!

Maugrim posted:

Hi. In. Werecritter.

You got the lord of the small skies, the were-dragonfly!

lofi posted:

Yeah, count me in. Team doggy style.

You got the sleek and slippery were-newt!

Benny Profane posted:

In, team bloodsuckers.

Strength: Your vampire can return their victims to a youthful state
Weakness: Your vampire cannot abide the sound of ticking clocks or clock chimes.


Strength: Your vampire is completely invisible at night.
Weakness: Your vampire burns under the light of the moon the way other vampires burn under the sun.

Okua posted:

I'm in.
Team vampire, please.

Strength: Your vampire can read the minds of their victims*.
Weakness: The only victims whose minds your vampire can read are those with the AB- blood type.

ibntumart posted:

Were me out, pretty please.

You got the huge, majestic were-elk!

Chainmail Onesie posted:

In, vampire pls

Strength: Your vampire can understand any human language, spoken or written.
Weakness: Your vampire is preternaturally weak to mosquitoes.

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