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space explorer Rex Wilco

Piranha II: The Spawning?

Most difficult and cumbersome to use- Rocchinator

Most likely to injure the user- Rocchinator

Most tacky design- kconan

I recently won a trophy and I would like to know how to put it in my signature. I'm sort of a noob on this type of thing.

Crap! I'm sorry! I got so kept up in school that I forgot to vote! Anyway, many thanks for the Trophy and I might just enter another one of these sometime.

I havent really found the time to read all the stories. Sometime soon, I'll read through them all and vote.

chefs to the octopus

the fourth wall. Then

made fluorescent caps go

This prompt reminds me of "Once Upon a Time" from the Twilight Zone where Buster Keaton goes into the future of the 1960's.

[OOOOOOOH]

This prompt reminds me of "Once Upon a Time" from the Twilight Zone where Buster Keaton goes into the future of the 1960's. OOOOOOOH

Then Lechuck Junior gave

transcended time and space.

been foreseen by the

[1.]

My entry is called the Tuning Fork of Cthulhu. It's like a giant tuning fork except it's got Cthulhu at the end of it. If anyone were to look in front of the weapon(at Cthulhu), that person would be driven to insanity.

Issues
1. It is a very real possibility that Cthulhu could look at the user or vice versa, which could result in the user becoming incurably insane.

2. It is an difficult & awkward weapon to both wield and hold. It is possible that it could slip out of the hands of the user, which might not make it a good weapon in a warfare scenario.

3. It is also possible Cthulhu could slip off the tuning fork, not only allowing Cthulhu to escape into the wild, but rendering the weapon next to useless.

[Warning: Pretty long.]

   It'll be fine
Warning: Pretty long.

    The full moon shined on the factory and its surroundings just perfectly, it looked like an art piece you'd see in a museum. I was waiting by the front entrance for my friend, Robert to show up so we could get inside Snuckers Juice Manufacturing Compound and get some money we felt we needed. You see, me, Robert, and several other staff were laid-off today.  And after being hit with that distressing blow, everybody revolted to this…by going to the bar across town and drinking our sorrows away. At the same time, all of us were wondering “How could we get laid-off in a famous juice company?”

   The juice had a famous slogan, it tasted good(I think), a lot of people bought it, and it even had some publicity from all the chemicals that were in it. Bottom line, whether it was the beer talking or not, most people figured that there had to be spare cash lying around. The question was how to get it. Suing or doing anything union-related wouldn't work because the company hired some of the best lawyers in the state and they banned any unions in the workplace. Someone also mentioned breaking in and robbing the factory, but everyone was against that idea. Everyone, that is, except me and Robert.

   We decided to meet back the factory at midnight. I had just arrived and was waiting for Robert to drive up with tools, flashlights and whatever else was necessary. Then, he pulled up in his barely functional car he got on eBay for fifty bucks. He got out, opened the trunk, got the tools from said trunk, closed it, and wandered over to where I was waiting. “You think you should leave your car out in the open?” I asked, with his car directly in view to anyone who could've walked by. “It'll be fine”, Robert replied, “Besides, we need it to get out of here for the escape.”    

   This was sort of Robert's attitude toward most issues that bothered him, leave it alone and it'll work out in the end. If he spilled a cup of water on the ground, he probably would've left it there and let it evaporate into the atmosphere. I couldn't tell if he was like this out of laziness or overconfidence. Anyway, after getting organized, we were ready. “OK...” I started, “First, we have to get inside and get into the manager's office.” “Cool, how do we do that?” Robert asked. Then...there was a long unyielding silence from the both of us.

   When we came up with the idea to break in, we only planned to get in, get money, and get out, without any idea as to how to do those things. We had absolutely no plan at all other than those three things. There weren't any doors that lead into the building on the walls, not even an emergency exit. Then, Robert snapped his fingers, grabbed a ladder...and threw it straight into a nearby window. The noise from the window breaking was really loud and the ladder sounded like it knocked into a couple of things.  “What the hell?” I hissed at Robert. “You're gonna give us away!” Robert pressured me to calm down, “Don't worry, it's fine, there's no one around here and there's no security in the building.”
   
   This was surprisingly a little true. The company was known for putting a lack of money into its security. They put more money into making a good working environment than security.  They could at least afford a few officers for the entire building, but that few isn't the best for a pretty large factory building. And thankfully for us, the manager's office only had one nearby guard, who in the day, would usually sat listening to some tunes on his MP3 player, probably because he was overconfident that no one would do anything crazy in the factory.

   When Robert put it like he did, it seemed to make sense and I guess I agreed with him. So we lifted ourselves into the smashed window and entered the factory. The factory's interior was really dark, even with the moonlight shining in through the windows. However, we got flashlights so we could see a little better. So we turned them on and gave ourselves a little look around the room that we broke into. We noticed a big tub that contained Grape Juice, along with the controls beside it that kept it at room temperature. When we were working, we would keep nearly finished grape juice stored in an open tub, and keep it at a reasonable temperature until the next day, where we would prepare for the store.
   
   There were also two metal staircases on the two sides of the room that led to the second floor, which was just a metal walkway along the horizontal axis of the room, which connected two different offices. We also saw the barrel that Robert's ladder had knocked into on it's journey through the window. We noticed the barrel read “WARNING: FLAMMABLE” and the liquid in it was leaking on the floor. “We're going to have to clean this up.” I told Robert. But Robert shook his head and said “No no no, it'll be fine for now, we'll clean it up later.” “What if somebody walks in here?” I yelled (as quietly as physically possible). “The guard's on his iPhone right now, he's not gonna come in here.” Robert calmly replied. I agreed with him again since he seemed so sure that everything would go the way we wanted it to go.

   Deciding to move on, we climbed up the staircase on the left side of the room and made it to the walkway once above us. The office across from us didn't have a name, but from the open window, we noticed that it was lit up by candles and that there were stray fireworks lying on the table. Fire & Fireworks, not a good-looking combination, I thought to myself. As for the office right next to us, it had a big metallic door that read the name of the Head of Engineering. This was the room we needed for this break-in, since according to rumors, he made mad cash for his job, about $250 a day. Looking in the window proved it was pitch black, meaning that anything could be in there.  The door was locked, so I had to get the piece of pipe Robert had brought and smash the doorknob off.

SMASH!

Man, that was satisfying. A little loud, but satisfying. We kicked open the door with a lot of force and looked around the room with the flashlights. There were your basic office amenities, like a file cabinet, a self-absorbing painting of themselves, and a rather formal desk. On the desk sat one of those giant electronic cigarette maker, lighter & storage unit. But more interestingly, there was a large metallic suitcase. Opening it revealed that it had thousand's of $100 bills. Hell. Yeah. Robert and I silently rejoiced and swiped the suitcase. We quickly got out of the office and went down the stairs, ready to flee from the factory.

   We made to the bottom floor when we heard a voice yell in our direction, “Hey! Who's there!?” in the distance, followed by a flashlight being turned on.  Almost instantly, we ducked and hid behind the gasoline barrels we knocked down earlier, all right before the security guard moved the light by the stairs. Then, we heard him walking around. It was official, the situation had just intensified, we had attracted the ONLY guard in the facility and he was after our asses. Behind a weak cover, I looked at Robert with a confused look in my eyes, pretty asking him “What are we going to do?” without telling him.

   Receiving no real indication of an answer, I peaked over the barrels and saw the security guard standing over and looking at the gasoline puddle right in front of us. Then, Robert poked his head up, saw the guard and all of the sudden, he got a glistening look in his eyes that meant he had some type of idea. Next thing I knew, he quickly stood up, ran toward the guard, and put his fist up in preparation to punch the guard straight in the face. Unfortunately, before he even reached him, Robert slipped on the gasoline and hit the floor harder than a rock. The guard, who just noticed Robert lying on the ground, was getting ready to load his gun and shoot him right then and there.

   Now I wasn't going to let this guy shoot my friend, so I charged straight at him, money-filled suitcase in hand. Now believe it or not, money is pretty heavy, especially in a metal suitcase, so it was no surprise when I sent the suitcase hurdling into his jaw and knocked the guard onto the floor. What was surprising was when he fired the gun into the office across from the office with the cash. And through crazy, almost impossible luck, the bullet manages to strike the candle, knocking it over, managing to light up one of those fireworks lying around.
   
   The firework then zooms out of the office, through the glass window, like Superman, and with pin-point accuracy, flies straight into the other office across from it, smashes through THAT window, and becomes lodged inside that electronic cigarette machine! Annnnnnnnddddddd due to some violent reaction between the chemicals in the cigarettes and the firework, the entire machine explodes! This sends sparks from the explosion flying into the air.

   The sparks then managed to soar out of the office and touch down on the gasoline, setting it aflame. The fire then spreads across the gas puddle and eventually makes it to the barrel from where the puddle came from. And then, the barrel exploded like a Fourth of July Firecracker. Me and Robert managed to run away and dodge that explosion, but the security guard wasn't so lucky. He gets sent flying in the air and impacts directly into the control board. Then, the tub of grape juice begins to boil and get really hot and steamy. Then Robert pointed his flashlight at the tub's control board and we both found out that the guard had just shot the temperature of the tub's heater straight up. It boiled the biggest bubbles and eventually start to boil over. In fear and shock, Robert managed to squeal “That can't be good...”

BOOM!



Guess it got too hot...

In case you're wondering, Baron, I'm almost done. But it's pretty long for an AGS Writing Contest entry(2-3 pages).

Could I make a supervillian?

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