LoStWriWe contest!

[Jonificus 2741]

sign me up, harry

[Bvie 1754]

Still waiting for rewards from slime dungeon @HB_

[Kardel 1054]

I'll definitely be taking part

[Harri 4815]

1 hour ago, z3m0s said:

*quickly hides HB fanfiction* I.. um... I'll be adding something to this... maybe.

Is there any kinda like word cap? Like can you just please put a word cap so I know when to stop...

there is no cap be as short or as long as you want friend

 

8 minutes ago, SquirtGun said:

Still waiting for rewards from slime dungeon @HB_

son of a- i will forward them to you TONIGHT

[Bvie 1754]

Still waiting for my special and unique reward for the slime dungeon that my group and my group alone was promised because we saved Chef! @HB_

[Swgrclan 2682]

I will partake.

[Slothtastic 761]

Im in

[wytch 870]

Can we use past work?

[Space 2335]

Fucks Sake - An Allegorical Drama

 

    "Unbelievable" Ogrim grumbled, kicking at the loose pebbles below his feet. He stood on path outside Kal'Nikaer (which, as a brief aside, he found that name far too close to a certain racial slur), hands stuffed in the blue trousers he had worn nearly every day for the past year and a half.

 

    "Just ******* wild." he said, before exploding into a brief tantrum, aiming another kick at the ground- But this time he caught the top of a rock that definitely beat him 1v1. His howl was not quite like a normal 'oh **** I'm hurt and clumsy,' for there was more emotional damage there. Infact, everything about him had more emotional damage in it tonight. Indeed, as he fell to the ground to nurse his hurt toe, he came to a conclusion; today was the worse day of his life.

 

    Now, Ogrim had sufffered much in his life. From birth he was the runt of the Dwarves- who are the runts of the world. Made fun of for his vaguely Far Easterner appearance (despite being closer to a true red blooded Urguanian Dwarf than most of the people who ridiculed him), plus the lack of attention that the opposite sex gave him, had resulted in an inferiority complex not even rivaled by the fiercest Dunamian mercenary. This in turn made him hostile, aggressive, and prone to outbursts which most would call 'spastic.' Of course, that was not his only mental issue- He had many, namely an attraction to the vore-esque tendencies of the Frost Witches.

 

    But this day topped every day he had came home to mail in a defense of the Dark Elves to the Johannesburg newspaper, infuriated by some editors assertion of racial inferiority. For...

 

    Today was election day. Well, it was election day. It was over. The winner had been decided. And, as you have guessed, Ogrim's candidate had lost. But it's more complex than that, of course.

 

    You see, Ogrim is a fie-- Well... He's a supporter of Ogbonna Grandaxe. Wife of the great Thor Grandaxe, ex-High King, she was destined to be the first female High King. Her whole life she had spent participating in government, representing the women and beardlings of Urguan (as in her famous statement to the Emperor of Oren, when she controversially said that 'Beardling rights be e'ryone rights'), eventually managing to land a position as one of the top aids of the previous High King, Barack (honestly that name is Dwarf enough that I ain't changing it) Doomforged.

 

    Essentially, she was guaranteed the job. It was just a matter of time! That was... Until The Nodald.

 

    Yes. Nodald Irongut. That Nodald Irongut. Owner of taverns in nearly every town, and Skype brothels in every capital. Building off of his father's real estate empire, Nodald had managed to amass a fortune. The size? Nobody knew, for he inexplicably refused to release his tax history, as was custom with High King elections. But that's a tangent, so.

 

    Nodald had started off as a fringe candidate. A joke. Who would vote for him? He had been banned for cyber in Asulon. Pugsied a once, even. But his populist message spread quick. Closing the borders to Aspectists, due to the recent terrorist attacks against the subterranean Dwarf nation. Building a wall to keep the Snow Elves out. Bringing back the the manufacturing jobs, which had been been outsourced to the cheap labour of Oren.

 

    What was once a joke became a... reality. Still a joke definitely, but also the chosen candidate for the more racist, homophobic side of the Dwarves.

 

    Ogbonna, on the other hand, only had one real contender. Bernard Frostbeard, a remnant of that brief Anthos socialist Dwarf thing. Preaching a platform of making runesmithing school affordable for all, he gained large amounts of support in the young population. This was who Ogrim had initially supported- social issues were important to him, the humane treatment of Snow Elves at the forefront of this.

 

    But alas, he lost. There were talks of rigging the votes, but that was far from Ogrim's mind as he considered he fierce Ogbanna vs Nodald campaign. It was almost like every event happened in slow motion; the inquiry in Ogbonna's mishandling of private mail between Barack's government and the Orenian empire. The lies of taking arrow fire while visiting the front of the Snow Elf vs. Everyone war in The Fringes, when discovered reports revealed she had stayed well away from any fighting. The questionable contributions that the Grandaxe Foundation had been given by Artimec 'Fae Ring' Camoryn himself, who had ties to the well known Aspectist terrorist March Ash.

 

    Looking back, it was her campaign to lose. Nodald had many of his own small scandals, such as his lewd comments to Archibald the reporter about Kharajyr. His making fun of the Duke War veteran Yosef Frostbeard, whom had been taken captive and 'wasn't a war hero.' Or the making fun of the disabled Human reporter named 'Heff,' who suffered from a stutter and a quiver as a result of the abusive his peers gave him as a child. OR the countless remarks supporting production of a Mog-esque redstone death lense, from Asulon. Infact, he said a lot of dumb ****. But, much to Ogrim's amazement, nobody seemed to care.

 

    And then came election day, today. It was far closer than anyone expected, but still, Nodald couldn't possibly win, right.

 

    But he did. The voters voted, and Nodald was named High King. Well... To be fair, the voters voted for Ogbonna, but in the uniquely auti... Unique system of Urguan, Nodald had won in clan votes (which people claim gave small clans more fair leverage, yet actually just made the process a whole lot more undemocratic), and thus won the election. The Nodald, High King Elect.

 

    Ogrim continued down the path, his foot feeling fine after that long winded allegory. Infact, Ogrim continued down that path all night, and well into the day, gradually discarding the abundance of pins and stickers he had adorned himself with as he went. He didn't even like Ogbonna, to be honest. She was a lying *****. But she wasn't The Nodald, and that was good enough. But that still meant he was pinned as a Ogbonna supporter. A fervent one, some would claim. So he couldn't stay in Kal'Ni.... Kal'Nikaer. No, he couldn't stand the ridicule. He had to leave. And so he walked, until...

 

"Oi, hey there bud, tough **** about that election eh?"

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

I'm entering

[squishybear7 24]

this could be coo, im a crappy writer but i might take a shot at it

[Oriaros 180]

Count me in...

I'm so in...

[Vaynth 3005]

LOTC has so many beautiful writers, this will be a challenge indeed.

[Cooliomafia 399]

I'm in. 

[herculean_wud 3662]

if i give u £5 on paypal will u give me 1st place and the pixelated prizes :)