And here we go! This is the beginning of Round 3, and shit's going to get intense in The Pit. Winner's Bracket goes to a one-week-writing/one-week-voting schedule from here out. The Pit will now be 4-days-writing/3-days-voting, with 1200 word stories. If you want to stay in the game, you're going to have to shake that ass.
We have lost our first WARriors. If you're gone, know that many people would not even have attempted the kind of writing you've done in the last six weeks. Be proud of yourselves and see me in six months for WAR3.
In honor of the fallen, I give you heavy metal:
And check this out: Your New Bracket.
YEs, many people were voting in the first rounds who were not even in war. As long as you have a workshop memborship you can read, comment, and vote. And I would encourage it but understand if you don't want to. I Think I predict a Sound vs. Moon Thunderdome in the near future!!!!
@Sparrow: No, I have not. I will have a listen, though. I'm trying to gather up some old friends I haven't seen in awhile. All my ska/punk friends. If I can round em up, I will make a video for you of my friend Pike skankin' to RBF! Short, pudgy guy skankin'! Nothing better...
@Sparrow: No, I have not. I will have a listen, though. I'm trying to gather up some old friends I haven't seen in awhile. All my ska/punk friends. If I can round em up, I will make a video for you of my friend Pike skankin' to RBF! Short, pudgy guy skankin'! Nothing better...
Oh, Lord, please let this happen. Amen.
I mean the round after she battles me MOON! Remember this!
In your dreams, man! My story is going to be so good people are going to campaign for the ability to vote for it TWICE.
Praying for survival so I don't have to change my username to "Flash" Gordon Highland. Which is my longtime nickname, but … well, I'd like to keep that one extra "life" in my pocket a while longer.
Was the name first bestowed on you perhaps by an ex-girlfriend in a fit of perturbation?
Was the name first bestowed on you perhaps by an ex-girlfriend in a fit of perturbation?
No verbal complaints in the stamina department thus far. Though "I promise you won't feel a thing" is a terrible line to get a girl into bed.
I do love that Richard Branson Virgin Mobile commercial by the way, where the girl's lying in bed unsatisfied, talking about his speed.
Time to participate.
I was driving home, having slept about three-point-five hours in the last forty-eight, and got pulled by a lady trooper for skirting the solid white. "I can assure you, I've had nothing but coffee to drink. No ma'am, no beer. No, I didn't steal those menus in the passenger seat."
Normally I am finished by now. Hell, normally I'd have written no less than two alternates. However, I don't have anything this time, which makes me wish I would have left the contest twice before when I requested it. I don't have even the shadow of thought. The prompt is far too abstract for my liking and far too broad to be distilled into a flash piece. A novella, perhaps, but not flash.
In short, I hate you all.
