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BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
Seems as good a time as any to reappear

In, :toxx:

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BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
Two Commandments
601 words
hellrule: There is no light in your story


Two organic masses steadily passed one another in complete silence. No gestures were made, no sounds heard, yet each acknowledged the other as if by some extrasensory ability. DARKNESS SHELTER ALL WHO PRESERVE TRANQUILITY. A greeting?

Their space was a misunderstood void. A vast plane of nothing stretching immeasurably in any direction, unfathomable by outsiders. Most who would dare to trespass could not even hope to breach the threshold from just beyond the closest boundary. Yet, this space was home to multitudes of mutants, aberrations of nature, primordial oozes, cosmic wonders, beastly oddities, and indefinite entities, and sometimes extraplanar tourists.

DARKNESS SHELTER. BATHE IN TRANQUILITY. Cursory impulses exchanged, as a slimy horror floated upwards, passing by a pair of salty dawdlers. A ganglion-encrusted void star awaited idly as the slimy horror drifted further. GO IN SILENCE.

As the slimy horror continued its journey to a point of no quantifiable significance, it found trouble. The mandible of an ugly dweller lurched forward, snapping shut just an instant too late. The slimy horror was able to sense the incoming danger and adjust its trajectory just in time. Life and death were measured in fractions of seconds. Even this incomprehensible abyss was bound by the laws of time.

The ugly dweller had been off its mark and bumped into the backside of a globule of jaws with an emphatic thud that echoed for what might as well have been miles. It had traveled far and miscalculated in a moment of fatigue.

The two predators faced each other for a brief moment before the globule of jaws turned and drifted away in a different direction. A misunderstanding. The creatures in this void had a mutual forbearance for each other, as long as the code was generally adhered to.

SILENCE.

TRANQUILITY.

The mind's eye of dozens of nearby lifeforms collectively fixated in unison upon the ugly dweller, as if placing the blame solely upon it. The globule of jaws had already left the proximity of the collision, and the ugly dweller quickly continued on its way to ease suspicions, as if nothing happened. However, it was still in need of sustenance.

A nearby group of Drift-pups alerted to the dweller's presence began to scatter from one another, dancing off in different directions. The ugly dweller braced itself, and darted towards one of the drift-pups, grazing one of its scaly limbs and taking a chunk of flesh as a trophy. This time it was closer to the mark, but ultimately unable to secure a meal.

SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS! SILENCE! TRANQUILITY! DARKNESS!

A horde of lurking denizens cast their judgments, communicating in silence with each other. The dweller was sure of this but unable to surmise what exactly was being communicated, as it was mostly unfamiliar to the locale. Now getting desperate, the dweller was ready to play its final hand. It began to muster up a glob of bioluminescent energy, using bacteria it had previously stored on its body. Unable to bring the bite to the prey, it would bring the prey to its bite.

Before the faintest of sparks could be lit, a tentacle zipped by and snatched the ugly dweller, firmly squeezing it into a spectacular pulp. The tentacle retreated in a torrent of bubbles, covering the distance of ten leviathans in just two seconds.

Hundreds of creatures awaited for the silence to return, before returning to their normal routines in profoundly deep silence, and darkness.

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
let's go, in

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
I am on vacation, and I need a vacation. in

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
Predictive Rex Generator
537 words
1. There was as slamming about from her partakes.
2. The patiently Rabbit. “Now that was a portrait,” she said.
3. This was coincidence over my wallet and she smiled.




The patiently Rabbit was unapologeticly restless.
"How long does this usually take on Christmas day? We have been waiting in line for many lunches."
I had two answers. But more importantly, it wasn't Christmas.
"You're not going to have a good time attacking me with your irony, you rabbit. Just do the thing," I retorted, with a wink and a spiffy little jig.
"Knock this, gently caress," the patiently Rabbit snorted. "This is more than I bargain for. My lease is up next spring, and I don't want to be patiently. I will be the strikingly Rabbit. Yes." a grin wiped the smile off the patiently Rabbit's rabbit mouth.
"We've come a long way, and this is the place to be," I said.
"Then the fairy in this mall really CAN change our classes?" the patently Rabbit asked.
"The fairy in this mall is probably just two moles in a fairy suit. NO SCAMARINO," I exclaimed, and crossed some toes and fingers under providence of superstition.
"Those moles. They will rue the day," the patiently Rabbit croaked. It was loud, and inspired. It crossed toes, too.
"Please have your credentials in order," a man barked. He was security, and also romantically involved with his work.
"OK, just as we discussed. I will be the artist, and you pay the toll." The patiently Rabbit looked at me like a lamb eyeing a delicious grape.
"Yeah, OK. Keep your pants on, brother," I said, optimistically as I pulled out my wallet. It was thin and emaciated.
On the origin of wallets I once mused, after a sports match. Why do we store our bullshit in a pocket that goes in a pocket? Do I really know the things? Can there ever be an identifiable absolute truth? I determined that this was nothing to lose sleep over.
The fairy was having an audience with a young boy, and another boy. The patiently Rabbit was using this time to paint art. Meanwhile, the boys were served in the order received.
Next up: The patiently Rabbit. “Now that was a portrait,” she said. Her comforting reassurance was very good. The best good. With that, the mall fairy began to vibrate methodically. There was as slamming about from her partakes. She waved her hands in circle, and the patiently Rabbit was banished to the shadow realm, where "the folly of mortal men runs shallow and or dankly." - Warren Griffin III, November 10, 1970 - October 14, 2020

"That will be three yams, good sire. You are somebody I used to know, and I keep my promises, forever."
This was coincidence over my wallet, and she smiled. Then winked. Then smiled. Then winked. Then winked.
"I knew this would come in handy." My teeth were happier than a bag full of smiles. The transaction was a knee-slappin' success.

I peeked back over my shoulders as I walked to park car storage, alone. The last thing I saw as was two moles scampering off into the dinner sky, which is a sign that it was probably Christmas, and I had been wrong all along.
I gazed at my empty wallet, and sighed.
"Well, there's always yams in the yam stand," I said, apropos of all the things.

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
Still on vacation, but I like the cut of this prompt's jib. In!

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
My spiritual advisor has advised me to not purify my room.

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
I will take B4. No whammies!

BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
We stayed in a haunted castle
Which hosted a ghostly rear end in a top hat
What I puked in the sink,
Was a harsh lager drink,
Now of cursed words I'm a vassal.

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BabyRyoga
May 21, 2001

THUNDERDOME LOSER 2021
I'm having to deal with some last minute things that came up on the tail end of my trip that need immediate attention, so I can't find time to finish what I have until I'm on my flight home tomorrow. I will have to take the DQ. I really like this prompt though, and I appreciate the effort put into it. I'm going to make sure I submit instead of failing like I usually do. Hopefully before crits come out at the end of tomorrow so I can get feedback.

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