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Speaking of "abandoned place", check this thread action out!

Seriously, is this thing on?  I'll be here all week.  Try the shrimp!

Oh yeah, one week left.  Don't forget to remember!

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[Abandoned Place]

Welcome scribes and scribblers, tale-tellers and textual-titillators, to the epic writing challenge of the age.  I want you to throw a motley crew of unsuspecting characters into a strangely, hauntingly, mysteriously

Abandoned Place



The abandoned place can be a physical space (ruined city, dilapidated building, an inentionally sealed tomb, or just a pristine but mysteriously empty edifice), or a mobile setting large enough to host a drama (ghost ship, space wreck).  The important thing is that it was once occupied by intelligent beings, and subsequently abandoned (or at least apparently abandoned ).  The drama that takes place inside the abandoned place is up to you.  It can be comedy, suspense, survivor horror, etc.  I look forward to being immersed in your creativity!

DEADLINE: Sunday January 24, 2016

Good luck to all participants!

You know this victory is only going to encourage me to write more Dennis stories.   Thanks for all the votes, sickos!

I don't think the AGS Olympics has been organized sufficiently to contemplate it immediately.  When they've got a list of participants who would like to commit, and at least a draft schedule, then I think it's go-time.

In the meantime I hope to see everyone out again for the next exciting instalment of...

The Fortnightly Writing Competition!

not again!

"You're nuts!"

[kconan]

Best Protagonist: kconan for Swindle Claus, and not just because he's the only original character in the other entries.
Best Plot: What's it all about? Sinitrena.  It's a bit of an abstract plot wherein you have to fill in the blanks in your mind, but at least it's thought provoking.
Best Atmosphere: kconan.  I like how the kitschy feeling to the song fits with the petty thief's seasonal rampage.
Best Writing Style: kconan for clever word-play like "blitzéd vixens" and "Swindle Claus bums tonight."
Best World-building: Sinitrena, since her piece hints at a broader world that *hint* *hint* might actually be all around us.

[edit:]

I can't run anything made before AGS 3.0 on my Win7 system unless I paste 3 .dll's into the directory with the game .exe.  I got them from the first post in this thread.  I think it's something to do with incompatibilities between the old Direct Draw (only option in the older AGS versions) and newer systems, but I'm no expert: I just know it works.

edit:  It looks like some people have been having problems with the archive format Saurabh used so here's a zip mirror with the files.

What did the squirrel say to his nuts?

We had a vote on this exact question. So could we please refrain from going over the whole damn thing all over again?

What?!?  Public opinion evolving over time, you say?  Next they'll want their fancy votes at regular intervals!  Darn these blasted democrats.  Darn them to heck!

[How the Gimp Stoled Kryzmis!!1!]

When in Rome....

How the Gimp Stoled Kryzmis!!1!

Every Penik down in Peniksville loved Christmas a ton,
They thought it arousing and wonderfully fun.
But on the top of Mount Harlot, in The Fancy Man wreck,
Lived a soul that stood loathing it out on the poop deck.

It was Oceanspirit Dennis, the villainous scourge,
of oceans and internets and the multiverse purge!
The most feared emo ninja pirate this side of Taiwan
A most powerful battler despite being so scrawn!

“They iz havings teh singings and dancings!” he raved.
“They iz givings teh gizmos and boxed-puppies enslaved!
“They iz roastings chest hair nuts and sharings egged-Snog!
“They iz rappings teh bling-bling!1!” he said eyes-agog.

Then he turned to look over his mutinous crew,
His uneyepatched eye roving over man and beast, too.
There was Life-Partner Ray, both first-mate and first-rate,
(Except that he cheated behind your back when out late.)
Then there was Pre-Op Pete, collapsed on the deck
Drunk as a cougar, or more stoned than heck.
And then the most twisted and craven and weak
Was wee Mr. Cheeses, who merely said “Squeak!”

“I is havings teh thinkings!” Dennis spat out aloud
To the murderous, lazy and gaseous crowd.
“The Peniks iz gettings very exciting, mefinks,
Abowt teh hole Khryzmis thing-a-ma-jinx!
But I iz havings teh plan; a brillyant thawt:
We will bee steelings teh Kryzmis form themz, teh lot!

“We will disguys ourselfs az Kryzmis carrotkers,
And trick teh Peniks into thinkings weer merriters!
Zen wen evry1 iz ass-leaping, wheel spare no remorse
In teh lootings and plunderz, like Geeks from a Whorse!

Then he hoed himself up like a dwarven-princess afeared,
Complete with white-trimmed red-gown and a beard!
And he dolled up LP with sparkling green fleece
Pointy ears, pointy boots, and a curly-pointy cod-piece.
And he gussied  ol' Pete to look like a Snow Ho
By using lots of make-up and rolling him in dough.
And finally he made a reindeer out of poor Mr. Cheeses
Using herb-sprig for antlers which gave him the sneezes!

They wanted for a sleigh on that desolate summit,
So they pushed the wreck of The Fancy Man o'er the edge to plummet,
Like a bobsled steered by a drunken Mr. Bean,
From the peak of Mount Harlot in two minutes clean,
They arrived down in Peniksville like lips to a flask,
Fast as lightning to metal, hot to their task!

The first Penik perked up to see them with glee
Before being hewn down by Dennis like a fine Christmas tree!
Other Peniks were aroused to their presence anon,
But those Peniks too were mowed down like grass in the lawn!

The only Peniks that survived the clippers
Stayed holed in their holes and zipped in their zippers.
And slowly, despite the threat lurking beyond,
Those Peniks succumbed to ass-leaping (of which they were fond).

“We iz havings the Peniks rite where we wantz them!”
Denniz gleefully gloated full of vim and venom.
“All limp and flaccid, ass-leaping in there wholes,
Thoze Peniks will soon feel teh cleats form my soles!!1!”

And the Peniks were kicked till they were blue in the head
And then they were robbed, and some were even fed
To the Sarlacc Virgina pit on the outskirts of town
Just to prove to the townsfolk Dennis' ruthless renown!

Then they sailed off into the sunset, The Fancy Man crew
Loaded with presents and loot and reputations that grew
From the sad doings in Peniksville that one fateful yule
Spoilt and despoiled by Dennis, that tool.

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Yeah, well, it's pretty much my idea from last comp, just fleshed out a bit more.  I really couldn't think of anything less Victorian Christmassy....

Halfway through the date, eh?  Time to make my move....

Baron bars Narob on Rab.

Light bulb?!?  I thought it was getting all the votes because it looked like a round-bottomed woman bending over:



Congrats anyway, selmiak.  I look forward to the next competition.