Nitroflak

IGN: Nitroflak DISCORD: nitr0flak CATEGORY: Creative Writing TITLE OF YOUR PIECE: A Blue Ribbon Pumpkin: A Play by Sendrenx hal'Cingedoz If I posted the thread in the wrong spot please let me know. I just looked where a past submission for this contest had been posted.

A Blue Ribbon Pumpkin by Sendrenx hal'Cingedoz An Excerpt Characters for Scene Grimaz: A poor farmer who spends less time working than he probably should The Winter Sprites: A group of 4 fey who with little magic of their own, promise much. Act 1 Scene 1 Enter Grimaz and Winter Sprites. Grimaz holds in his hand a poor misshapen pumpkin that bears a disheartened look to match his own. In the other, a bag with his lunch and a bottle of wine inside. Grimaz (To Audience) Oh, what a slipshod time it is. For me to find myself with nought but a pumpkin of unkind countenance to offer for the autumn festival. Alas, ruined am I! Struck down, bankrupt- (Grimaz notices the Winter Sprites). Wait a moment... should fortune be so gracious as to look my way. To gift mine weary hands with the loving outreach of our nature’s children? (Grimaz approaches the Winter Sprites, they shy away.) Do not fear me gentle servants of the soil. I mean you no harm. Many can speak of my character! My cunning, my kindness, my... (Grimaz looks to the audience and speaks in a stage whisper). Say something... something grand, but not so grand as to startle their temperate hearts. A moderate amount of grandness shall be best! (After the audience speaks their ideas, it is best to incorporate one or two as fits the rhythm of the scene. Should the audience be drunk, children, or otherwise unburdened by the art of comedy, the following will also do.) Oh, of course, my humility! Kind spirits, I beseech thee, do not abandon a simple, humble, farmer to the shame of gourdish forfeitures at no fault of his own! (Grimaz drops to both knees, holding his poor pumpkin towards the Winter Sprites. His bag falls and its contents spill out. They approach.) Sprite 1 Poor farmer, we wish that we could help but- (Sprite 4 claps a hand over the mouth of Sprite 1 as Sprite 2 strides to the front, the others eyeing the bag.) Sprite 2 (Musically) Why of course farmer, thy bidding is our call. We merely ask, a meager task, for a taste of your alcohol. A simple sip, a hasty taste, will put us wisps at ease. And then we can, for you good man, do anything you please! (Grimaz hands them his wine from the ground.) Sprite 3 And of course he’ll, provide a morsel, of freshly baked wheat bread. A simple labor, for the woodland neighbor, and we’ll do as you’ve said. (Grimaz, a bit more relentingly hands over his bread.) Sprite 1 (Breaks free and steps forward) I want cheese. (He is promptly pulled back and silenced again by Sprite 4.) Grimaz Of course kind spirits, anything I can provide to shield my honor and virtue from the piercing claws of fairground mockery! Oh, what a joyous and exquisite day to find as kindly and helpful souls as yourselves! Take it, take all you’d wish from my satchel, please, amend my squash’s saddened visage. (He hands over the rest of his bag and the pumpkin.) Sprite 2 Then off we’ll go, and soon we’ll show, how to save your ribbon chances. We just need time, alone with your wine, to do our spritish dances. Tomorrow you’ll see, your troubles will be, a worry none the longer. By then we’ll do, all we can for you, and make you the greatest pumpkin-monger?! (Sprite 2 looks to the other sprites for confirmation on the quality of his final rhyme.) Both Grimaz and Winter Sprites look pleased with themselves before turning to the audience and in a stage whisper proclaim in unison. ALL Aha! They fell for it! (Grimaz and Winter Sprites exit stage at opposite ends) Google Docs Link in case anyone needs it. https://docs.google.com/document/d/1ErK9cjnnkxfFlbkZrDbPhMrxtBjB9W4aYUSgr7CIXHQ/edit?usp=drive_link

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Out-Of-Character Information What’s your Minecraft account name?: Nitroflak What timezone are you in?: Mountain Time How old are you?: 17 Are you aware the online content on this server may not be appropriate for children under the age of 13? You won’t be denied for being under 13): I am aware Have you read and agreed to the rules?: Yes What’s the rule you agree with the most?: The rules against necrophilia. That stuff’s gross. Are there any rule(s) that confuse you or don’t make sense? (if so we can help clear it up!): The rules concerning heists and related activities. But I do not plan to be doing these kinds of things, so it does not matter too much. How did you find out about Lord of the Craft?: Massivecraft Friends Have you logged into the server yet? (You cannot be whitelisted without logging in at least once): Yes Definitions What is roleplaying?: The act of pretending to be a fictional character and “walking in their shoes” so to speak. You try to portray this character (made up or not) to the best of your ability with other role players. What is metagaming?: The act of using OOC information IC to get an advantage in role play. What is power-emoting (powergaming)?: Emoting an act that was not attempted and can not be countered in order to win. In-Character Information Character’s Name: Logguc Treebeard Character’s Sex: Male Character’s Race: Forest Dwarf Character’s Age: 78 Biography: Logguc was born in the summer of 1526 in the midst of a widespread plague that was sweeping across Vailor. His family lived in a small settlement of log houses far out in the forests and remained mostly unaffected for this time, rarely seeing outsiders. He lived in this village for nearly fifty years working as a lumberjack until him and his clan were forced to leave Vailor. His clan settled quickly in the Grand Kingdom of Urguan, again living above ground. He continued a relatively peaceful life, occasionally traveling before shifting his focus to providing lumber for The Kingdom’s battles, even joining the Dwed military for a few years to assist more directly in the conflicts. After leaving the military he returned home and tried to settle down with a young Dwed woman, but couldn’t remain satisfied with the life he was living. Around ten years ago, he began to travel far more frequently across Axios, studying different species of animals and plant life. This is where his love for Flora and Fauna finally began to bloom. He now spends most of his time wandering forests all around the islands, chopping wood, studying animals, and writing about plants. Personality Traits: Logguc is typically a man of few words, choosing to let his actions do the talking, allowing people to see his meanings simply by watching him work. Though not entirely antisocial, he prefers quiet and solitude over large cities most often, only occasionally traveling to the large settlements and capitals to buy, trade, and read new literature. Ambitions: Aspires to master his craft and forge himself a living he can be proud of. He also enjoys traveling and seeing new kinds of wildlife, hoping one day he will be able to create a book about them. Strengths/Talents: Living most of his life in forests and heavily wooded areas, Logguc has become proficient in knowledge of different types of Flora and Fauna around Axios. Weaknesses/Inabilities: Logguc has a large amount of patience, but it shortens quickly when around people. He is typically unable to deal with the more energetic and friendly races, and instead prefers more solemn, simple interactions and encounters with people. Appearance: Logguc is approximately 172 pounds and 4’3” tall with long, thick dark amber hair with bits of vegetation stuck in it. He has a short scruffy beard, brown eyes, and dark skin traditional of the Forest Dwarves with minor scarring which is not extremely noticeable. Skin: