This is the thread for Round 1: I'VE GOT YOUR NAME
This song is dedicated to all of you.
Welcome to Round 1 of WAR2: PRIDE, the (Un)Official LitReactor Battle Tournament. For the official rules of the tournament, read the first post of this thread.
Come here to this thread to check out the bracket, see who's fighting whom, talk shit, place side bets, etc.
Prompts will drop into contestants' in-boxes this coming Friday, November 2, at 7:00 pm US CST.
When it comes time to vote, please bear in mind some wisdom from LitReactor's own Richard Thomas:
1. If you can, read all of the stories. If you can't read both stories in a bracket, don't vote.
2. Don't vote based on politics or strategy (e.g., to try a face a "weaker" opponent, or to try and make somebody else face a "stronger" opponent). Vote for the best story.
3. Seeds don't mean anything. As Sugar says, "Write like a motherfucker." As they say in the NFL "Any given Sunday." Which also means, bring your "A" game, and ANYBODY here can be beaten.
4. Don't question any winners, don't berate any losers. Be nice. Egos and feelings can get hurt. That doesn't mean we can't talk smack, but just be aware of the dialogues that are going on.
5. The "best story" is whatever YOU liked the most. Period.
Also, and this is very important: Do not reveal which story in the polls is yours. Do not reveal what your prompt was. We are trying to keep this as anonymous as possible. So don't identify your story. This rule is right up there with turning your submissions in on time: failure to follow will result in your disqualification.
Let's end this on a positive note.
My guns are loaded, and one of my bullets has your name on it.
I am puke in my shoe excited about this. I have no idea what to do or how the process works, and I don't have time to educate myself, so I am going to do what I typically do in these scenarios and throw money at something and write like a motherfucking banshee when a prompt drops. Someone nudge me when it gets close to drop time, ok? There's some hella strangeness afoot on planet Dre at the moment. Also, I may have just pre-emptively eliminated myself with all the hyperbole in the previous sentence....death to me, death by hyperbole.
