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Stupot+ wins it. He posted before me.

Take it away, Stu. 

Blade Runner?

hooray. give me a little time to get over flu and i will start new contest.

I'd like to take this opportunity to point out that Baron's story is much more complete than mine -- which is just a sketch, at best. Clearly, it's either Baron or Ghost who deserve your vote this time around.

Clearly, we are going to have to settle this with pistols at dawn unless someone comes in here and casts a tie-breaking vote for Baron.

Happy b-day, Renegade Implementor. May your RON flag forever fly. 

Wabbit season!

Baron.

I demand that Ponch be removed from this contest. I have reliable sources that prove he was born on a small farm in rural Kenya and not in Texas as he claims. Further, the electoral college votes are trending towards Ghost if this remains a three-way race, and I don't need a third party candidate spoiling my otherwise imminent victory.

How dare you, sir! I'm as American as apple cake! I've misplaced my birth certificate, sure, but who hasn't lost stuff from time to time? Just because you're in a tight race with Ghost doesn't mean that I shouldn't have my name on the ballot too!

Why do you hate democracy, Baron? Don't you know that's just the sort of thing that makes Ghost cry? Shame on you! 

[Vague, threatening crazy talk edited for length and coherency]

I agree completely, Baron. You did knock it out of the park. So that's 2 votes for Baron, 0 for Ponch, and 1 for Ghost because we're glad to have him back.

Wow, voting hasn't even started yet and already Baron looks to have this thing locked up. I can't wait for the final, official results! 

Happy Birthday Chris Jones, verywierdguy and eriq!

I came here to say that very thing. 

Happy Birthday, CosmoQueen

We can't allow those monocled, high-society types to think that they can just win all the trophies.

You can't stop me thinking that!

At last! Inspiration!



"Mom, do I have to wear this?"

"Yes, Timmy. You have to wear it. Everyone has to wear one."

"But I look dumb. All the kids will laugh at me."

"No, they won't. They'll be wearing them too. You'll see."

"How? I can't see. Everything's all fuzzy and stuff."

"Only half of everything is fuzzy, Timmy," she sighed. "The bad half. The half you're seeing the old way. You have to learn to see the new way. Then it will all be okay."

The propaganda from the newsmen slipped out before she could catch herself and she hated herself for it.

"But Mooommmmmmmmmmm!'

"Go outside and wait for the bus," she said with that certain tone she knew he must obey.

And don't wander out into the street by accident, she thought to herself and gave a quick, silent prayer as he stumbled across the kitchen and fell against the door frame on his way out.

This is just how it's going to be from now on, she thought, resigning herself to it. Raising Tim by myself is going to be hard. Goodness, I wish John were still here.

But John had protested these new changes. No one liked them, of course. But what could you do? You can't fight the government. And that hideous man had been elected, fair and square. And now John had been dragged from his cubicle at work and sent off to the re-education camps. And he'd stay there until he died... Or until he learned to love his monocle.

She studied hers in the mirror. It was hard to see her own reflection. Her brain hadn't come to terms with a world in two different focuses.

Focuses? Foci? She wasn't sure. But pondering the proper pluralization briefly took her mind off the splitting headache she had endured ever since the new law had passed and she'd been forced to have herself fitted for this damn monocle.

John was right. I should have voted for the other guy, she realized belatedly. But that slogan "I'll Show You A Better Vision Of Tomorrow" had just been too good to resist.

Who knew that President Baron would keep his promises. No politician ever had before.

Clever bastard, she thought, and a single tear escaped her aching eye.

Sadly, I must throw in the towel. I've tried several times, but I can't find a way to get from the opening scene to the twist ending that satisfies me. 

Hopefully Ghost will have more luck. We can't allow those monocled, high-society types to think that they can just win all the trophies.

Surely there must more entries than just two (or three). I need competition! I need a challenge! I work best under pressure! I can't finish this adaptation of an erotic masterpiece unless I feel other AGSers are also in it to win it! Get in the game, AGS Community!!

I still have Windows 3.1 on my computer.

You, sire, are hardcore retro. Do you and Snake get together and play the Atari 2600 in weekends? If so, I am very jealous.

It's common everywhere not just AGS. Some people still use XP for instance (on here, probably the same culprits that still use 2.72)

XP? So soon? I'm not sure I'm ready to move up from Win95. It hasn't even been twenty years yet.

I like the cut of this Spaceman's jib. 

I have a beginning and an end for a story, but no middle. I can only hope future Ponch can figure out how to bridge the two bits, else a paradox is sure to ensue! 

I have a headline and a middle part and a nice set of umlauts. Wanna mix-and-match?

And get umlauts all over my incomplete story? Is that the sort of America I want to live in? No sir! I couldn't look myself in the mirror if I did. 

I have a beginning and an end for a story, but no middle. I can only hope future Ponch can figure out how to bridge the two bits, else a paradox is sure to ensue!