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Post by Dashe on Jun 4, 2013 17:32:40 GMT -5
Title: Battle of the Breads Theme: Showdown Wordcount: 326 Characters Involved: Amelia, Jetlag Bakery Owner, Bakery Sharkskin Owner Rating: G Additional Notes:
The two identical bakery owners sat side by side in Mayor Amelia's office, staring in horror as the mayor delivered the bad news. "Due to some recent budget cuts, one of you two will have to close down your shop." She bluntly stated. "There's no reason an island of this size needs any more than one bakery, especially since our economy's been in the red since Mega Man left."
"I'm not closing up my shop." The Sharkskin owner blurted out. "That place has been in my family for generations!"
The Jetlag owner balked and quipped back, "In one week my shop makes twice what your shop does in a month, and that's AFTER I pay everyone who kicks cans behind my counter!"
"Ladies, settle down," Amelia cut in. "The only fair way to decide this is with a bake-off. The two of you decide on a dish to make and I'll determine which one of you gets to stay in Apple Market with a taste test."
"It's a deal!" The two bakers exclaimed.
Eventually, the day of reckoning arrived. Everyone gathered in Apple Market to watch the spectacle unfold. "Strawberry shortcake, huh?" Amelia remarked. "I can't say I've ever seen either of you sell this..."
"We figured the fairest way to go about this was to make something that neither of us has ever tried before," The Jetlag bakery owner reasoned.
"Alright. May the best baker win!" Amelia exclaimed, digging in.
No less than five minutes later, Amelia had to be rushed to the hospital after finding out she was allergic to strawberries the hard way. Needless to say, the outlook didn't look good for either of the two bakers.
"We should probably bake her some get well bread," The Jetlag bakery owner mused.
"With our luck, she's probably got a wheat allergy too," The Sharkskin bakery owner sighed. "Maybe we should both just open up a shop together in Ruminoa City."
"Sounds like a plan."
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Post by Dashe on Jun 6, 2013 18:45:45 GMT -5
New theme up, guys. Could I have some participation this time? This sort of thing is exactly why the Minicomic contest ended early, you know.
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Post by Bowen Aero on Jun 12, 2013 1:34:07 GMT -5
Title: Pull the Trigger Theme: Memories Wordcount: 144 Characters Involved: MegaMan Juno, MegaMan Volnutt, Roll Casket Rating: G Additional Notes: Reputation Redemption Attempt No. 001, GO!
"It would appear... That you were at an error, MegaMan Trigger."
"No! You're dead!!"
"So you have led yourself to believe. Bureaucratic Units such as myself are required to be capable of forethought. As I had been backed up into Eden's Central Core, I had created a secondary backup data file. As such, I am, as you can see, still active."
"Krrrrtzz--egam--krrrtz--wh--krrrzz--appen--krrtzzz"
"Roll?!"
"I am sorry, Trigger, but all transmissions into this room must be blocked to ensure there is no interference with Eden."
"Stop! You've gone far enough; I won't let you do this anymore!"
"You have defeated me once before. Are you certain you can accomplish such a feat twice, MegaMan Trigger?"
"I don't expect to win again... But I must keep my friends safe!"
"Hmhmmhm. Well then, Trigger, let us see if you have improved."
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RyanLEO
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At the Stripe Burger!
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Post by RyanLEO on Jun 12, 2013 2:01:56 GMT -5
Title: A Painful Mistake Theme: Memories Wordcount: 164 Characters Involved: MegaMan and Roll Rating: G Additional Notes: Part 1/2 , possibly to be continued
Megaman had been working hard in the underwater ruins on Nino Island where he had remembered there was a breakable wall deep inside the ruins that he wanted to drill through next time he returned.
"Okay Roll I think I'm almost there!"
"It should be right up ahead Megaman, it's marked on your map"
It had taken him four hours to move slowly through the water in the ruins and he was very excited to see a new part of the ruins never discovered.
"Okay Roll I've made it to the wall, now all I have to do is... wait... NOOOOO!"
Megaman had forgotten to equip his drill arm before descending into the ruins, and so he left in an angry rage destroying all the reaverbots in his way while returning to the surface. He was so frustrated and it seemed like a waste of time for him to go back again, and so he never discovered what treasure was hiding in the ruins.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 12, 2013 12:45:48 GMT -5
Bowen Aero - Nice job taking the initiative to post a drabble. I'm not seeing the connection to the theme, though. Next time around, try and make it a more obvious connection, seeing as you've had trouble working with given themes before. You should try pushing yourself harder and do something with actually writing out character actions. I've never seen you write anything but straight up dialogue. RyanLEO - Awesome, I can actually tell that this has something to do with memories! Or rather, a lapse thereof. Since you're generally permitted to submit multiple drabbles, a two-parter would be an interesting take on this sort of thing. One thing though, next time write out the word "okay." It looks more professional when it's written out. You're going to want to add a comma there, too. "Okay Roll, I think I'm almost there!" "Okay Roll, I've made it to the wall!" Maybe vary that up a little, since he literally says "Okay Roll" at the start of every line he has. Have I mentioned it's nice to see people posting drabbles? Because it really is. You guys rock.
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RyanLEO
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Post by RyanLEO on Jun 12, 2013 14:31:28 GMT -5
I changed those, and the part 2 that I have in mind will have to wait until the theme changes to something more fitting
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Post by Dashe on Jun 12, 2013 15:10:20 GMT -5
If you have an idea for a theme you'd like to write on, send me a PM. That goes for anyone. It's been in the first post this whole time.
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Post by MegaTuga on Jun 12, 2013 16:27:24 GMT -5
(I never had any ideas for a theme, that's why I never suggested... eheh... ) Title: Rover the Reaver keeps going Theme: Memories Wordcount: 324 Characters Involved: "Rover", The Inspector and his subordinates (also some Reaverbots mentioned) Rating: (Again, what am I supposed to put here? "E for everyone"?) Additional Notes: The second part of the tales of the ever-escaping Reaverbot that we know and love. That is all. By some miracle, Rover was able to escape the clutches of the Junk Store family and the other residents of Apple Market. Somehow. He now finds himself in some large place where a plate above him reads 'Downtown'. He doesn't remember ever seeing that this place had a name, but he remembers the pranks he used to play with his friends in a special place. Once, when he had full limbs, he accidentally blew one of his bombs trough a wall, making a hole to the other side where the sewers of the carbons were with easy access to a manhole which directed him straight inside the city. With his Reaverbot mates, they often stole balls that ever came close to the manhole and saw the laughable faces of the carbon children crying about the lost ball. Or when they shoot a bomb out of it to see if they could hit the nearby vending machine, or the trash can and see them explode, to the panic of everybody present. And changing traffic? Oh the good times. Rover and the other Reavers would bring Refractor shards or other oddities they would find underground and see how the carbons would flock to them like Sukaritt to dropped refractor shards, causing all the cars on the road to stop for hours. Daydreaming in front of that manhole, our intrepid hero never noticed a mustached carbon approaching from behind, followed by two others with big helmets and horrible clothing. "Hey you!" He said. "You can't park here! It is forbidden by law! And where is your registration license?" He then started dashing towards Rover. Not understanding the Carbon's language, Rover would never know what he said. However he knows that it cannot be good. At worst, the might take him back to that horrible, horrible Junk Store. He promptly began to evade them while the big mustached kept shouting: "You will be fined with a parking ticket!"
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Mr. Foetus
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Disclaimer: Subject is not an actual foetus. Please stop congratulating his mom.
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Post by Mr. Foetus on Jun 12, 2013 16:39:34 GMT -5
Title: Hello, Old Friend Theme: Memories Wordcount: 300 Characters Involved: Random Digger Rating: PG Additional Notes: First drabble! I was actually gonna make this a memory of the Junk Shop Owner on the Sulphur Bottom, but I decided not to.\
He awoke.
The world was a blur and spun about him, a taunting mess of greys, browns, rust, dirt. If that wasn't enough to make his stomach send last night's dinner out through his mouth, the world was also upside-down.
Convenient.
What did he eat last night, anyway? He couldn't remember. There wasn't much he could remember, actually. Why was that? He couldn't remember.
His head was hot and covered in a thick, dirty sheen of sweat. And there was red. Why was there red? He couldn't remember. The red droplets fell from his nose each time he looked into the thick, almost tangible darkness below him.
"Or is it above me?" He said quietly. His voice startled him, like another person had joined him within the silence and distant hum of motors. "This was a bad idea." He didn't quite grasp the meaning of that phrase. What was a bad idea? He couldn't remember. As he spoke, the cigar that hung between his gritted teeth came free. He watched its glow disappear into the unknown above him. "Below me?"
And then there was sound. It was familiar, something he'd heard countless times. Metallic scraping, gears shifting, heavy thuds of metal against metal. He felt a tugging on his boot. What was this, now? His eyes made their way to his legs. He struggled to focus, hoping the world would cooperate this once. It did. His eyes focused just as a metallic blade cut through the metal that was holding his shoelace and, in turn, him hostage.
He fell into the unknown. The blur of greys, browns, rust and dirt rushed past him, and everything grew darker and darker and darker.
A blazing red eye watched him from above as he made his way down.
"...Above me. Hello, old friend."
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Post by Dashe on Jun 12, 2013 17:03:25 GMT -5
MegaTuga - E for everyone's fine. I use the motion picture rating system myself, but pretty much any disclaimer showing what kind of questionable content if any to look out for'll do. I'm not entire sure how the Inspector managed to confuse Rover with a parked car, but your commentary on the police officers' uniforms was definitely amusing. Did you mean to say "causing all the cars to stop for hours" at the end of the flashback? During probably isn't the word you're looking for. Mr. Foetus - You sure this is your first drabble? The lack of identifying features on that Reaverbot reminds me of Cloverfield, and you really nailed the mood here. Well done. You might want to establish the setting a bit more, though, because all I gathered was that this guy got beat up by a Reaverbot and is hanging by his shoelace over an abyss. Was the Reaverbot holding him by the shoe this entire time, or was he caught on something?
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Post by Mr. Foetus on Jun 12, 2013 17:52:19 GMT -5
Mr. Foetus - You sure this is your first drabble? The lack of identifying features on that Reaverbot reminds me of Cloverfield, and you really nailed the mood here. Well done. You might want to establish the setting a bit more, though, because all I gathered was that this guy got beat up by a Reaverbot and is hanging by his shoelace over an abyss. Was the Reaverbot holding him by the shoe this entire time, or was he caught on something? Thanks! And it's all up to interpretation. Maybe the Reaverbot was holding him the whole time, or maybe he was caught on something, or maybe the Reaverbot grabbed at his boot and started tugging, or maybe the Reaverbot hated his boots because they were designer brand. We don't really know because he didn't really know.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 12, 2013 17:59:13 GMT -5
Mr. Foetus - You sure this is your first drabble? The lack of identifying features on that Reaverbot reminds me of Cloverfield, and you really nailed the mood here. Well done. You might want to establish the setting a bit more, though, because all I gathered was that this guy got beat up by a Reaverbot and is hanging by his shoelace over an abyss. Was the Reaverbot holding him by the shoe this entire time, or was he caught on something? Thanks! And it's all up to interpretation. Maybe the Reaverbot was holding him the whole time, or maybe he was caught on something, or maybe the Reaverbot grabbed at his boot and started tugging, or maybe the Reaverbot hated his boots because they were designer brand. We don't really know because he didn't really know. Man, they should've been Uggs or Crocs. Too bad neither of those have laces.
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Post by Mikéy on Jun 12, 2013 18:58:32 GMT -5
Title: Lady and the Beast Theme: Spaghetti Wordcount: 493 Characters Involved: Paprika, [Customized] Old City Dog Rating: G Additional Notes: Don't forget! Dogs can talk to each other.
Paprika turned a corner into a small alleyway in the Old City with a low growl.
"Stupid Megaman..." thought Paprika, "Got in my way... I know for sure that Kattelox would've been saved if I kept that girl at that lamp-post... huh?"
Paprika looked to the ground, and saw a single but long spaghetti noodle lead into a darker part of the alley. Where did it end?
"Guess there's only one way to find out." Paprika thought again, "I was hungry anyways."
He picked up the noodle with his teeth, and slowly began slurping his way along the path that the noodle led. It wasn't just any noodle either, it almost tasted as if it belonged on a fine plate, with sauce, meatballs, and all. It was so heavenly, that Paprika so happened to close his eyes as he slurped, imagining that the plate, sauce, and meatballs itself were real. Paradise doesn't last forever though, and Paprika's chops eventually met something odd. His eyes snapped open, and he saw that his chops met the chops of another dog. Paprika quickly cut the noodle and jumped away, a little embarrassed.
She was a pretty big dog, about twice the size of Paprika, and she resembled an Old City Dog, except that she had beautiful piercing blue eyes with big pupils, as opposed to the gnarly green that Paprika was so used to seeing.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I just found the end of this noodle, and it tasted so good, and I... kinda got lost in the flavor." She said to Paprika, obviously flustered.
"No... No, don't be! I wasn't paying attention either... You're really pretty." replied Paprika, who was beside himself with shyness and a hint of love.
"Heh, thanks... But I don't look any different from the other dogs here." she said, with a hint of upset in her voice.
"It's... your eyes." Paprika replied softly, yearning for eye-contact. He got his wish.
"My eyes...?" she asked, curious.
"Yeah... Wh- what's your name...?" inquired Paprika, gazing dreamily at her.
"My name's... Piper. What's yours?" she asked. Paprika then almost did a double-take. His name was so flimsy, he wondered if the truth was even worth telling her. He had to think fast... Truth or Lie, Truth or Lie...
"My name is... Paprika. I'm the dog who chased a pirate up a lamp-post!" he declared, barking a little and hopping, attempting to cover up his insanely bad name.
"I think it's cute!" She replied, laughing a little at his tough-guy act, "I heard about the famous dog that chased a pirate around. I never would've thought it'd be you, of all dogs! I guess we were fated to meet. Want to take a walk?"
"I'd love to!" replied Paprika, the tough hops turned into happy hops. He marched alongside Piper into the dark alleyway, and with every foot, the alleyway seemed to get brighter and brighter. Paprika felt like the luckiest dog on Terra.
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Post by MegaTuga on Jun 13, 2013 17:50:01 GMT -5
Dashe - If I ever start writing a drama or anything of sorts *wink,wink-twitch,twitch* You are going to be definitively my editor. I would have never noticed that if you haven't said it for me. Heck. I re-read the whole drabble two or three times and I thought it was okay. The Inspector was playing dumb of course. I had wanted to throw in a little "shout out" to Legends Abridged. Ever since that, I was never able to picture the Inspector in any other way. As for the uniforms' description, I hated how Capcom made them all look the same and general. And I even wondered what was the deal with the helmets. Heck, in TMOTB, the helmets reach ridiculous sizes and the uniforms are exactly the same, if not slightly different. Let me thank HF for making the police uniforms in his comic/manga look epically awesome, while I am at it. Mikéy - Suddently it felt like I was watching a Disney movie. Am I close or is it just coincidence? (I cannot say the name of the movie because I don't know how it is written in English, but it should be obvious.) But the poor dog... she will eventually be kicked by Megaman later on. And whine. And we will all cry. ...Also I always believed that Paprika was female. My own headcannon and all. Maybe I shouldn't care and keep thinking that way. P.S. - There will be a third part of "Rover the Reaver" but I'm still not sure if I should adapt for a next theme or wait for a suitable one to appear. That's going to probably be the last part, though. Sans the epilogue.
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Post by Dashe on Jun 13, 2013 18:01:28 GMT -5
It's an homage to Lady and the Tramp. I have that movie.
The game script says that Paprika was male. The first time you see Jim's sister in Apple Market, I believe. "This is my dog, Paprika...he's cute, isn't he?"
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