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Congrats to all the winners (which were all of us).

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Character: Ponch (What? I can't vote for myself! Puddles is adorable! )
Plot: MiteWiseacreLives
Atmosphere: LostTrainDude
Background World: LostTrainDude
Word Choice/Style: Baron
Topic: Baron (I love Monopoly!)

lol , It's the cow dancing! It gives you up!

Curses! I'm too sexy! I've long suspected it and now I finally have proof!

Thanks Ponch, Tabata and cat! .

I'm wearing my ghost costume! How did you know it was me?

Happy b-day, Peder

Now hang on a minute. Are you telling me, Ponch, that you don't refresh this thread every 5 minutes, all day, every day?

I'm a little shocked and hurt by this revelation.

I don't have time! I spend all day refreshing my PM box to see if you've sent me a PM... but you never do...

Upon the hallowed names of Casey and Finnegan,  I have been challenged

The power of the littlest hobo compels you!

Good: Fresh podcast lovin'.
Bad: I didn't learn about it until bedtime.

How am I supposed to sleep tonight knowing there's a new episode waiting in the morning? How, Grundlben? HOW?!

I find it intriguing that with one mention of the Littlest Hobo, Baron, is suddenly filled with inspiration...

At the mere mention of that dog, Baron was irresistibly pulled into doing a good deed. If Mite is also a true son of the north, he will too. (All those years of subliminal indoctrination messages embedded in the CBC's children's programming is impossible to resist!)

You MUST enter a story, Dude. Otherwise, that third trophy (that Sinitrena has no doubt already hand-crafted for this competition) will go to waste!

Sadly, I didn't discover The Littlest Hobo until I was forty years old and working on the MAGS version of what would become 2034 A.C. I gorged myself on Canadian culture, eh?

Thanks to YouTube, I'm now all caught up on that show (along with Danger Bay -- greatest TV theme song EVAR!!) and there's certainly nothing creepy about a middle aged man watching endless hours of children's programming. No sir!

Now where are those other entries! Nobody likes a default win!

A story where Ponch realises that he is actually human not bovine... not that could be interesting.

Never!

The Interrogation
by Ponch

"I'm not tellin' you nothin', cop. I wasn't there and you don't have a single eye-witness who can put me at the scene."

Tony leaned back in the chair of the police station interrogation room, a cold sneer of contempt on his lips. He had been a criminal all his life, starting his career by stealing the other lunches of the other kids in first grade. There wasn't a cop in this city who could run the old "intimidation game" on him.

Silence hung in the air. A long moment passed.

"So are we done here or what, cop?"

Across the table, the beady little eyes of the detective stared at Tony.

More silence.

"What? You think the silent treatment is gonna work on me? I've been doing this longer than you, flatfoot."

Silence. Tony shifted slightly in his seat. What the hell was it about this cop? He was really getting under Tony's skin. There was something different about him, but Tony couldn't put his finger on it.

On the far edge of the table, next to the recording device, the detective continued to stare at him in silence. His tie was knotted loosely and hung sloppily around his scruffy neck. A battered fedora perched crookedly atop his head, one ear poking out. He never broke eye contact with Tony

"Hey! Screw you, cop! Go try to pull this shit on somebody else, okay?"

The cop yawned and laid his head down to rest on the cool surface of the table he sat upon. Still he refused to break eye contact. He just sat. And waited.

A bead of sweat rolled down the back of Tony's neck.

"Come on, man! Who you gonna believe? Me? Or that homeless guy who beat himself half to death right before you guys arrived? That guy is crazy!"

The detective rolled over on his side, revealing his leather shoulder holster.

"Stop tryin' to intimidate me, pig! We both know you ain't gonna lay a finger on me!"

Suddenly teeth were bared. Eyes locked. A low growl. Tony finally understood that this cop meant business.

"All right! Fine! Fine! It was me! I did it!"

The detective sprang to his feet, trotting lightly in place. His hat slipped off as he chased his tail under the light of bright overhead lamp.

The District Attorney and the Police Captain burst into the room. The detective ran to the edge of the table and the captain bent down to scratch him behind the ears.

"By God, Puddles, you are the best damn detective this city has ever had!" said the D.A. The detective licked his face and rolled over for a well-earned belly rub.

From inside his shoulder holster, a little vinyl squeaky toy fell out onto the table. It was shaped like an adorable little pork chop. Tony had a momentary instinct to make a grab for it. But he was beaten and he knew it. The thought passed as quickly as it had arrived.

The Captain placed the handcuffs on Tony while Detective Puddles humped the criminal's leg in victory. The D.A. looked on with an approving nod.

Tony looked down at the little welsh corgi with the sloppy tie and the thrusting pelvis and suddenly all the pieces fell into place.

"Wait just a minute!" exclaimed Tony. "Wait just a damn minute!"

A pair of burly officers hauled the struggling criminal towards the door. Why hadn't he realized this sooner?!

"I forgot to call my lawyer!!!"

"Too late now, Tony. You're going away for a long time. Isn't that right, Detective Puddles?"

Puddles peed on the leg of Tony's now empty chair. If this place wasn't his police station before, it certainly was now.

CASE CLOSED

When is Bolt Action II: Highways of Silence coming out?
Where the heck is Airwave II?
Is Darth Mandarb ever going to finish his Firefly / Serenity game?

EDIT: When is the next WHAM forum game going to start?

Just woke up from a sound sleep with inspiration on the brain. Jotting down notes now. hope to have a proper story by tomorrow night.

Where is everyone else? Come on, people! Let's get some stories in here before it's too late!

Ahh. Some easy listening CupCast goodness to sing me to sleep. Nicely done.

The Good, The Bad, and The Pequod?

Have Queequeg, Will Travel?

Is that a harpoon?!

Captain Ahab Goes West?

Dear moving thread,

I found a bald hamster in the laundry tonight. I'm not sure what to make of it.

Or is he...

DUN DUN DUNNNN

Halloween is right around the corner. There's no reason he couldn't be a ghost. Heck, Ghost came back from the dead a deleted account, so anything is possible, right?