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Post by slowbro on Jul 6, 2013 11:55:38 GMT -5
Wow  I'd love to join in to this awesomeness but I'm not that dedicated or creative. Big +1 to everybody, including the ones who came up with the idea! |
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Post by Spider Pig on Jul 6, 2013 17:30:53 GMT -5
Here's mine, I hope not too late. I hope you enjoy  THE MILLION DOLLAR NERD--------------------------------------------------------------------- SCENE 1: Springfield, near the Power Plant, 7:03pmIt was a cold, brisk night in Springfield, and the town was soundless, expect for the soothing sound of a panicking mosquito, trapped in the Kwik-E-Mart's "cooling" ventilation pipes. After an exhausting day of hard labour, buying Elf Berries, Homer was making the backbreaking trek, from the Power plant to Moe's, for a "well deserved" Flaming Moe's. "Stupid lousy game. Wasting all my stinkin' money", Homer grunted, as he kicked a inanimate Duff cola can across the barren 13x13 landscape. "Well at least I still have the $10 in my lucky backpocket.", he said delightfully. "Hey wait a minute, I sold my backpocket to buy more Elf berries, D'oh!". "Ah well, at least I can go to the Duff Brewery and treat myself to a refreshing glass of Duff beer, and have Duffman party down all over me, Mhmm.. all over me..." He remarked indulgently. “Huh? We don’t have the Brewery?” He puffed, “Well in that case I’ll go down to Frink’s lab and have him combust me a Duff beer” He responded snootily. “What? You don’t have that either!?” He grunted towards to sky, as if talking to someone. “Oh hey look at me, I’m too poor to buy any donuts. Oh I don’t care about Homer, I’m not gonna spend any REAL money on some lame character from a STUPID TV show. No, it’s not like he’s famous or anything...” Homer paused, “Damn you! I said DAMN you!”. “AARGHH!” Homer squealed, as he jolted forwards, as if he was tapped in the back, by a large, oversized hand, and he began to sprint away into the nightfall. SCENE 2: Back alleys of downtown Springfield, 9:48pm“Hello, Homer” Fat Tony spoke with a soft, cliqued Italian-American accent, the type you’d expect from a stereotypical Mafia boss. “AARGHH!” Homer squealed, in shock, “Fat Tony? I thought you were unlocked at Level 28” He questioned. “Hehe, Let’s just say I “popped in” while you were busy riding your bicycle, wearing a bowler hat, and hanging out with all the “cool” people”, Fat Tony responded. “Now Homer, I have a task for you-“ Fat Tony began, though interrupted mid sentence “Is the kind of task, where you will use me to do your dirty work, threaten to kill me several times, and leave me tied up in an abandoned warehouse at the end of it, inches from death?” Homer, questioned, scratching his chin. Fat Tony face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and speechlessness. Lost for words, he peered from side to side, with shifty eyes, desperately contemplating how he could respond to this. “Ok Homer, I don’t know who told you the master plan, but since you know it, you’re free to lea-“ “Then count me in!!” Homer interrupted dramatically, confident even though he’d made what seemed to be a blatant error, or had he...? SCENE 3: Outside Android’s Dungeon, 11:20am, following dayThe scene commences outside Android’s Dungeon, post Homer and Fat Tony’s discussion. Inside Fat Tony’s car, he is accompanied by Homer, Legs and Louie. “You know what to do, Homer, go ahead”, Fat Tony said softly. “Psst, I think they can hear us” Homer attempted to whisper to Fat Tony, though in reality it was more of a bellow. “You got a beef with me?” Louie replied, clearly annoyed by Homer’s ignorance. “Hehehe, your voice is so funny, it’s like a little mouse on helium. HeHe” Homer responded, finding Louie’s voice amusing. “Am I funny to you?” Louie responded, now even more annoyed. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please” Fat Tony interrupted, attempting to defer the tension, “Homer, please.” “Ow, work. I thought this was a game!” Homer grunted with his head hanging, as he slammed the door of the clearly stolen crimson, glossy Ferrari. now inside Android’s Dungeon
“Greetings, Mr Simpson” Comic Book Guy said, ironically in an impolite way. “Hey umm... Comic Book Guy...” Homer was thinking on his feet, struggling for words, “You... err... what’s behind the bookcase over there?” He asked decisively. “(Sigh) Well that’s my stash of rare DVDs, video games, and comic books, with every sci-fi movie ever to be transferred onto an optical disc.” He paused for a breath, “And also the location to where the $1 million which Fat Tony sent you here for, located on Michael J. Fox’s face, on the signed autograph from the 1985 release, Back to The Future”, He said, as if rehearsed. “Biggest. Anticlimax. Ever!”, Homer responded. “I believe that was my line, I feel most disrespected”, Comic Book Guy replied . fin |
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Post by coop on Jul 6, 2013 20:02:32 GMT -5
Here's mine, I hope not too late. I hope you enjoy --------------------------------------------------------------------- SCENE 1: Springfield, near the Power Plant, 7:03pmIt was a cold, brisk night in Springfield, and the town was soundless, expect for the soothing sound of a panicking mosquito, trapped in the Kwik-E-Mart's "cooling" ventilation pipes. After an exhausting day of hard labour, buying Elf Berries, Homer was making the backbreaking trek, from the Power plant to Moe's, for a "well deserved" Flaming Moe's. "Stupid lousy game. Wasting all my stinkin' money", Homer grunted, as he kicked a inanimate Duff cola can across the barren 13x13 landscape. "Well at least I still have the $10 in my lucky backpocket.", he said delightfully. "Hey wait a minute, I sold my backpocket to buy more Elf berries, D'oh!". "Ah well, at least I can go to the Duff Brewery and treat myself to a refreshing glass of Duff beer, and have Duffman party down all over me, Mhmm.. all over me..." He remarked indulgently. “Huh? We don’t have the Brewery?” He puffed, “Well in that case I’ll go down to Frink’s lab and have him combust me a Duff beer” He responded snootily. “What? You don’t have that either!?” He grunted towards to sky, as if talking to someone. “Oh hey look at me, I’m too poor to buy any donuts. Oh I don’t care about Homer, I’m not gonna spend any REAL money on some lame character from a STUPID TV show. No, it’s not like he’s famous or anything...” Homer paused, “Damn you! I said DAMN you!”. “AARGHH!” Homer squealed, as he jolted forwards, as if he was tapped in the back, by a large, oversized hand, and he began to sprint away into the nightfall. SCENE 2: Back alleys of downtown Springfield, 9:48pm“Hello, Homer” Fat Tony spoke with a soft, cliqued Italian-American accent, the type you’d expect from a stereotypical Mafia boss. “AARGHH!” Homer squealed, in shock, “Fat Tony? I thought you were unlocked at Level 28” He questioned. “Hehe, Let’s just say I “popped in” while you were busy riding your bicycle, wearing a bowler hat, and hanging out with all the “cool” people”, Fat Tony responded. “Now Homer, I have a task for you-“ Fat Tony began, though interrupted mid sentence “Is the kind of task, where you will use me to do your dirty work, threaten to kill me several times, and leave me tied up in an abandoned warehouse at the end of it, inches from death?” Homer, questioned, scratching his chin. Fat Tony face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and speechlessness. Lost for words, he peered from side to side, with shifty eyes, desperately contemplating how he could respond to this. “Ok Homer, I don’t know who told you the master plan, but since you know it, you’re free to lea-“ “Then count me in!!” Homer interrupted dramatically, confident even though he’d made what seemed to be a blatant error, or had he...? SCENE 3: Outside Android’s Dungeon, 11:20am, following dayThe scene commences outside Android’s Dungeon, post Homer and Fat Tony’s discussion. Inside Fat Tony’s car, he is accompanied by Homer, Legs and Louie. “You know what to do, Homer, go ahead”, Fat Tony said softly. “Psst, I think they can hear us” Homer attempted to whisper to Fat Tony, though in reality it was more of a bellow. “You got a beef with me?” Louie replied, clearly annoyed by Homer’s ignorance. “Hehehe, your voice is so funny, it’s like a little mouse on helium. HeHe” Homer responded, finding Louie’s voice amusing. “Am I funny to you?” Louie responded, now even more annoyed. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please” Fat Tony interrupted, attempting to defer the tension, “Homer, please.” “Ow, work. I thought this was a game!” Homer grunted with his head hanging, as he slammed the door of the clearly stolen crimson, glossy Ferrari. now inside Android’s Dungeon
“Greetings, Mr Simpson” Comic Book Guy said, ironically in an impolite way. “Hey umm... Comic Book Guy...” Homer was thinking on his feet, struggling for words, “You... err... what’s behind the bookcase over there?” He asked decisively. “(Sigh) Well that’s my stash of rare DVDs, video games, and comic books, with every sci-fi movie ever to be transferred onto an optical disc.” He paused for a breath, “And also the location to where the $1 million which Fat Tony sent you here for, located on Michael J. Fox’s face, on the signed autograph from the 1985 release, Back to The Future”, He said, as if rehearsed. “Biggest. Anticlimax. Ever!”, Homer responded. “I believe that was my line, I feel most disrespected”, Comic Book Guy replied . finTip ofthe cap old chap. Please pm me one of these every sunday night around 7pm if you will!! |
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Post by redwagonner on Jul 6, 2013 20:21:48 GMT -5
The Simpson house:
Marge finishes reading chores magazine.
Lisa (kitchen): Mom, I'm soooo bored! There isn't enough intellectual stimulation here. I am confined by my static existence...
Homer (from couch in living room): Lisa, are you complaining about static cling AGAIN? Marge, use more fabric softener.
Lisa: Dad, I am not talking about..
Homer: Must save voice to yell at tv again. Triple header of football games with bad officiating at an all time high. It's my only time of week when i can be indignant and loud. Commercials almost over..nomoretalking
Lisa: Have you seen Bart?
Homer: Sent boy away. Save voice.
Lisa: Mooom-
Marge: Look, Lisa, I am busy with cooking pork chops again this week. Why don't you go for a walk to clear your head?
Lisa: You're right, mom. Engaging others in meaningful conversations. Lots of bright minds with great wit and
Homer (living room): Marge, hurry, did you steal another adult diaper from Grampa?? Stupid prune juice...
Lisa: Gotta go
Lisa walks about Springfield playing her saxophone. She sees Barney on a binge.
Barney: Hey little boy, I know you.
Lisa: Mr. Gumble, I am not a boy..
Barney: You're Burt....Reynolds!
Lisa: I am not Burt Reynolds.
Barney: Are you still dating Loni-
Lisa: I am NOT Burt Reynolds!
Barney: Oh, thank God. You haven't done anything decent in twenty years.
Lisa (muttering to herself): Neither have the Simpsons.
Barney: Well, at least you are not Burt's know it all sister.
Lisa: Good day, sir!
Lisa stomps off, infuriarated.
Lisa now sees Smithers and Burns riding in tandem. They stop cycling.
Lisa: Mr. Smithers! Great news from the Supreme Court!
Burns: Wendell Holmes, Jr. made a decision, did he? That old dandy must have filled his inkwell three times to write his old long-winded foolishness.
Smithers: I am really happy about it.
Burns: Smithers, you jester! You were going on and on about it! You were quite gay about this!
Smithers: Guilty as charged.
Lisa: It's about time. I have long advocated for the rights of the lgbt community.
Burns: You're not making any sense little boy...
Lisa: Why does everyone keep saying that?
Burns: Never you mind. Smithers and I are off to watch some pigskin. Isn't that right? Did you know that Smithers once played?
Lisa: Really? In the NFL?
Smithers: It was a while back. I played in the gay league. We were,ahem, the San Francisco 69ers.
Burns: let's go! With great haste!
Lisa: Bye!
Lisa plays the sax some more and happens upon Lovejoy walking the dog.
Lisa: Hello, reverend.
Lovejoy: Greetings, Lisa. It is a glorious day.
Lisa: It is glorious! Especially since the Supreme Court made its huge decision...
Just then, Homer drives up.
Homer: There you are! Bonus Pork Chop day is here now. Hurry up!
Lovejoy: The good book would not approve of the Supreme Court decision. Here, let me read to you..
Homer: Wait, you mean to tell me that big book you carry around isn't the phone book??
Lisa: Daaaaad, wait...With all due respect reverend, how can you justify not allowing two people who love each other the right to marry..
Lovejoy: I wasn't talking about that decision. I was talking about the voting rights act decision. I'm on board with that whole marriage thing...
Homer pushes the gas pedal to not miss another moment of pork chops.
Homer: Honey, daddy is sorry for not helping to expand your horizons.
Lisa: Don't worry, dad. I have a new way to occupy my time.
Homer: Really? What's that?
Lisa: Counting the days down to when I leave for college. That way I don't burden your mind with the need for good conversations.
Homer: Thank you, sweetie.
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Post by BatusiMan on Jul 7, 2013 8:01:43 GMT -5
I can honestly say, I am extremely glad I don't have to judge these stories  But good luck to you judges, no pressure. |
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Post by lakooo on Jul 7, 2013 23:10:22 GMT -5
Did I miss the deadline? Crappity! How fast can I write?
Ralph Wiggum was a curious boy. He loved learning about all sorts of things: rainbows and unicorns and how many times a person could run around in a circle before you fell down. His mind was always filled with fun facts, like the way Mrs. SImpson's cookies tasted just like the ones from the dollar store, but heated up. But he always wanted to know more.
One hot summer day, Ralph took his magnifying glass and went exploring around Springfield. He could always find something interesting to look at, or to burn. His daddy didn't like for him to go far, though, so he tried to stay within a few blocks of home. Adventure always found Ralph, however, and this day was no exception. By the time he reached the Kwik-E-Mart's parking lot, he'd found Bart SImpson sneaking around and looking guilty. Surely there was something to discover here.
"Hi, Bart!" Ralph cried joyfully. "Where are you?"
"Hi, Ralph," Bart replied, eying their surroundings suspiciously. "Listen, keep your voice down, okay? I'm supposed to be in summer school but it's bad enough with other kids around. When it's just me and Ms. Krabappel, there's no way she won't notice that I'm really asleep with eyeballs painted on the backs of my eyelids. I'm hiding out here until noon, and then I'll go over to Moe's to hang out in the alley. Moe hangs out in the bushes and watches my mom every afternoon like clockwork, so I know the coast will be clear there."
"Okay, Bart. Can I come?" Ralph asked, giving his most pitiful big-eyed stare. The longer he stared, the more his eyes popped out, and the more his eyes popped out, the more people said yes. He blinked in his tummy so he wouldn't have to blink his eyes. It worked.
"Oh, all right," Bart grumbled. "But don't go playing Wiggle Puppy, okay? That takes all day, and I don't have that kind of time. I'm a man on a mission. I'm going to use my day of freedom to get some dirt on Skinner so he'll let me out of summer school. Now I just have to think: where would a man like Skinner hide his deepest, darkest secrets?"
"The kitchen?" Ralph suggested helpfully.
"Huh? Hmmm. Maybe I can get his mom to talk. She's always looking for ways to make him miserable," Bart said thoughtfully. "Let's go."
***
The boys walked a few blocks to the Sprawl-Mart, where Agnes Skinner was manning her post as a greeter at the front door.
"Well, hello, Mrs. Skinner," Bart cooed. "Your hair looks especially lovely today. Have you done something different?"
"As a matter of fact I have, now that you mention it," Agnes replied. "I've got a new creme rinse that's supposed to make me sleek and irresistible. What do you think, fellas?"
"I made a hat from macaroni and fed it to my hamster but he died before he could poop out new ones," said Ralph. He didn't have the heart to tell Mrs. Skinner that the creme rinse just made her hair look even more like a giant bowl of ice cream. When in doubt, distract; that was his motto.
"Well, that's... I...hmm," Agnes said, backing away slowly. "Do you boys need something here at the Sprawl-Mart? You don't look old enough to have any money. I won't stand for shoplifting, either. And you, young man," she said, glaring importantly at Ralph, "should know better than to do that kind of thing in the first place. Your father actually has a job that matters, unlike my nincompoop of a son."
"About Principal Skinner, ma'am, I'm supposed to write an essay for Sunday school about my biggest hero, and of course it's my principal, so I'm hoping you can answer a few questions." Bart gave Agnes his best innocent look, the one Maggie had every time she needed to be changed. "I'd like to know how Principal Skinner became the man he is today. Maybe you can offer some insight?"
Agnes looked stumped. "What? Well, there was the time the kids at school started calling him Heidi and made him wear a dirndl every day for the eleventh grade..."
Bart leaned in to hear more.
***
As the bell rung 3 o'clock, Bart and Ralph were waiting for Principal Skinner to emerge from school. Well, Bart was waiting. Ralph was trying to discover how long it would take a caterpillar to burst into flames under a magnifying glass in the hot summer sun. He could count to 13, almost, if nobody minded that he missed 9 and 12. He figured if he counted to 13 enough times, that would probably count as a whole minute.
Finally, Bart noticed that Skinner was already outside, standing under a tree with his binoculars. "Well, well, well, if it isn't old Seymour out for a nature stroll," he said.
"Quiet, Simpson, I'm waiting for the elusive black-footed booby to roost here in Springfield," Principal Skinner whispered. "Wait a minute, why weren't you in school today?"
Bart dropped his skateboard on the sidewalk and rested one foot on it. "Funny you should mention that, Seymour. See, I was talking with your mom today, and she started telling me these stories about your youth. They were just so fascinating, I couldn't leave."
Skinner looked away from his binoculars to glare at Bart. "What kind of stories?"
"Well, there was the one about how you ate the rival school's mascot once to get a girl to go out with you, and the one about how you shaved all of your body hair off to get a girl to go out with you, and the one about how you wore girls' clothes for a month to get your gym teacher to go out with you..."
"I don't have time for this, Simpson. Move along. The black-footed booby waits for no man."
Bart fidgeted with his skateboard. "Funny, I would have thought you'd be too busy cutting out letters from the newspaper and pasting them into a note asking out Ms. Krabappel to spend your time birdwatching."
"What are you talking about? I did no such thing. I just call out from underneath her bedroom window like everyone else does," Skinner said.
"That's not what I'm going to tell Ms. Krabappel after I leave this note on her desk," Bart replied in a sing-song voice.
Skinner rolled his eyes. "Fine, what do you want?"
"A lifetime hall pass, a carton of cigarettes, and front-seat tickets to Krusty's next stand-up show," Bart replied.
"No way. You must be joking."
"Well, a good negotiator never opens with his final offer," Bart said with a shrug. "I'll take the rest of the summer off from school in return for a D in history."
Skinner sighed, resigned. "Fine, just be quiet and go away."
"You've got yourself a deal, mister."
And Ralph? Well, today, Ralph had learned that the best way to get out of school was to talk with old ladies. burn things, and pretend he hadn't just had an accident. All in all, it had been very educational.
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Post by redwagonner on Jul 7, 2013 23:52:27 GMT -5
To whom it may concern:
Please accept lakoo987's submission, respectfully submitted.
She lost her Snoopy lunchbox in 1983 (about which had nothing to do with me*). Hasn't she suffered enough?
Thank you.
Warm regards,
Redwagonner
* since I do not include a future self that may or may not have used a broken toaster to time travel to 1983 to pilfer a certain lunchbox, of which present me does not know, but suspects, I am in the clear. Probably. Did I mention this future self is hypothetically an evil twin? That said evil twin prefers pancakes to waffles?? Like I said, totally evil. Anyhow, if you are still reading this, I think a future evil time traveling twin may have snipped the weave of the time and space continuum to prevent lakoo987 from submitting her entry in a timely manner. In this way, I am probably responsible. Not fot the Snoopy lunchbox. Definitely not for that.
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Post by lakooo on Jul 8, 2013 0:11:58 GMT -5
To whom it may concern: Please accept lakoo987's submission, respectfully submitted. She lost her Snoopy lunchbox in 1983 (about which had nothing to do with me*). Hasn't she suffered enough? Thank you. Warm regards, Redwagonner * since I do not include a future self that may or may not have used a broken toaster to time travel to 1983 to pilfer a certain lunchbox, of which present me does not know, but suspects, I am in the clear. Probably. Did I mention this future self is hypothetically an evil twin? That said evil twin prefers pancakes to waffles?? Like I said, totally evil. Anyhow, if you are still reading this, I think a future evil time traveling twin may have snipped the weave of the time and space continuum to prevent lakoo987 from submitting her entry in a timely manner. In this way, I am probably responsible. Not fot the Snoopy lunchbox. Definitely not for that.  Krusty the ClownFootnotes usually make me swoon, but this one made me laugh so hard that the cat and my downstairs neighbor both think there's something seriously wrong with me. redwagonner, you're a very funny man, and I heart you. |
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Post by redwagonner on Jul 8, 2013 1:07:55 GMT -5
 happy to be here and help. (especially since your story involves Ralph! I heart u 2!!!! For the record, I had nothing to do with the Great Snoopy Lunchbox Caper of '83. Well, no direct knowledge. Yet.
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Post by D'oh-tastrophe Inc. on Jul 8, 2013 10:36:16 GMT -5
This phase of the photo challenge is now closed. Any stories beyond this point will not be considered for the top five. Thank you to all participants. With such a great caliber of stories, the judges may not be able to get the top five picked by tomorrow. Please be patient. |
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Post by BatusiMan on Jul 8, 2013 10:49:04 GMT -5
Oh I've got butterfly's in my stomach... But enough about lunch, I'm really nervous here  Everyone made such good entries. |
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duelcitizen
Donut Eater
Go for the brass ring, darling.
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Post by duelcitizen on Jul 8, 2013 11:06:46 GMT -5
Oh I've got butterfly's in my stomach... But enough about lunch, I'm really nervous here Everyone made such good entries. LOL I'm with you 100%! Each new entry made me a little more anxious! Not really because I might not get chosen (well that too, tbh!!) but mostly just imagining the impossible task before the judges. Sooo many brilliant, *and extremely unique* entries. ...Where are we on that bribery thing?? |
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Post by lakooo on Jul 8, 2013 11:11:28 GMT -5
Oh I've got butterfly's in my stomach... But enough about lunch, I'm really nervous here Everyone made such good entries. LOL I'm with you 100%! Each new entry made me a little more anxious! Not really because I might not get chosen (well that too, tbh!!) but mostly just imagining the impossible task before the judges. Sooo many brilliant, *and extremely unique* entries. ...Where are we on that bribery thing?? It's a good thing the judges don't have to pick just 1 winner, because the submissions are so brilliant and funny and unique that it would be nearly impossible, I think. I have a list of 5 favorites myself (which doesn't include mine and I'm totally okay with that because the others are BRILLIANT), and there's no way I could pick any one of them over the others. Kudos to everyone! I love this challenge. |
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Post by indydude33 on Jul 8, 2013 13:30:13 GMT -5
It's funny, but I think each of us who wrote a story can easily come up with 5 entries that are better than our own. I was cracking up here as I realized some of the people who wrote stories I LOVED now have posts saying they are nervous about not winning and I'm like, "Are you kidding? Your story ROCKED!"
Obviously, insecure Lenny is SO APPROPRIATE for this badge. Writers are always their own worst critics.
GOOD LUCK to everyone who posted a story. I enjoyed reading all of them.
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Post by D'oh-tastrophe Inc. on Jul 10, 2013 12:31:32 GMT -5
Photo Challenge: Calling all Writers
Phase II
 Thanks to SeungyeonAngel for permission to use her TripTYCH for this phase of the photo challenge. |
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Post by redwagonner on Jul 10, 2013 21:53:08 GMT -5
I'd like to congratulate all the entries in Phase 1. Excellent job, everyone. Very happy to have a place to share my goofy sense humor! Can't wait to see phase 2. Good luck, all!
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Donut Eater
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Post by geco on Jul 11, 2013 8:04:32 GMT -5
My entry-- "It was a dark and stormy night" ............ Oh crap, the sun never sets in our Springfield I'm out of ideas I'm heartbroken -- I thought I had this contest in the bag. My story had a punchy beginning, "It was"', a dynamic middle, "a dark and stormy", and a powerful ending "night". Perhaps I fixated too much on the instructions that said it should be a "short" story. Oh well, I'll live to write another day. |
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Post by Andy on Jul 15, 2013 2:55:55 GMT -5
If I can get my game to work for a while, I'll try to work on my entry today. Not sure which story to try and illustrate yet though. Hmm... anybody else started working on their TripTYCH yet?  |
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Post by Spider Pig on Jul 15, 2013 5:23:56 GMT -5
If I can get my game to work for a while, I'll try to work on my entry today. Not sure which story to try and illustrate yet though. Hmm... anybody else started working on their TripTYCH yet?  I'm trying to work out how I'll be able to illustrate one, an keep to the storyline  -emoticon |
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Post by D'oh-tastrophe Inc. on Jul 15, 2013 5:28:27 GMT -5
Don't forget, you're not limited to a TripTYCH. That's just the minimum.
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Post by BatusiMan on Jul 15, 2013 7:25:04 GMT -5
Yup, my game has been giving me some problems too, hoping to work on my entry today also.
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Post by Peruhomer on Jul 15, 2013 7:33:14 GMT -5
15th July and no entries? If there are no entries by the 17th, I will take three random snaps of my town and steal the day. Such a dastardly plan calls for a tiny Mr Burns emoticon that either shows a maniacal laugh or an old man finally squeezing out that shit which had been troubling him  |
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Post by Andy on Jul 15, 2013 14:46:16 GMT -5
Okay, I have my entry. Using the below story, I decided to make a little comic, using a mixture of in-game screenshots and various other images. If this is against the rules, then I apologise and obviously I won't be able to win, but I want to share it anyway. It's not perfect, but I think it turned out okay. THE MILLION DOLLAR NERD--------------------------------------------------------------------- SCENE 1: Springfield, near the Power Plant, 7:03pmIt was a cold, brisk night in Springfield, and the town was soundless, expect for the soothing sound of a panicking mosquito, trapped in the Kwik-E-Mart's "cooling" ventilation pipes. After an exhausting day of hard labour, buying Elf Berries, Homer was making the backbreaking trek, from the Power plant to Moe's, for a "well deserved" Flaming Moe's. "Stupid lousy game. Wasting all my stinkin' money", Homer grunted, as he kicked a inanimate Duff cola can across the barren 13x13 landscape. "Well at least I still have the $10 in my lucky backpocket.", he said delightfully. "Hey wait a minute, I sold my backpocket to buy more Elf berries, D'oh!". "Ah well, at least I can go to the Duff Brewery and treat myself to a refreshing glass of Duff beer, and have Duffman party down all over me, Mhmm.. all over me..." He remarked indulgently. “Huh? We don’t have the Brewery?” He puffed, “Well in that case I’ll go down to Frink’s lab and have him combust me a Duff beer” He responded snootily. “What? You don’t have that either!?” He grunted towards to sky, as if talking to someone. “Oh hey look at me, I’m too poor to buy any donuts. Oh I don’t care about Homer, I’m not gonna spend any REAL money on some lame character from a STUPID TV show. No, it’s not like he’s famous or anything...” Homer paused, “Damn you! I said DAMN you!”. “AARGHH!” Homer squealed, as he jolted forwards, as if he was tapped in the back, by a large, oversized hand, and he began to sprint away into the nightfall. SCENE 2: Back alleys of downtown Springfield, 9:48pm“Hello, Homer” Fat Tony spoke with a soft, cliqued Italian-American accent, the type you’d expect from a stereotypical Mafia boss. “AARGHH!” Homer squealed, in shock, “Fat Tony? I thought you were unlocked at Level 28” He questioned. “Hehe, Let’s just say I “popped in” while you were busy riding your bicycle, wearing a bowler hat, and hanging out with all the “cool” people”, Fat Tony responded. “Now Homer, I have a task for you-“ Fat Tony began, though interrupted mid sentence “Is the kind of task, where you will use me to do your dirty work, threaten to kill me several times, and leave me tied up in an abandoned warehouse at the end of it, inches from death?” Homer, questioned, scratching his chin. Fat Tony face was a mixture of shock, confusion, and speechlessness. Lost for words, he peered from side to side, with shifty eyes, desperately contemplating how he could respond to this. “Ok Homer, I don’t know who told you the master plan, but since you know it, you’re free to lea-“ “Then count me in!!” Homer interrupted dramatically, confident even though he’d made what seemed to be a blatant error, or had he...? SCENE 3: Outside Android’s Dungeon, 11:20am, following dayThe scene commences outside Android’s Dungeon, post Homer and Fat Tony’s discussion. Inside Fat Tony’s car, he is accompanied by Homer, Legs and Louie. “You know what to do, Homer, go ahead”, Fat Tony said softly. “Psst, I think they can hear us” Homer attempted to whisper to Fat Tony, though in reality it was more of a bellow. “You got a beef with me?” Louie replied, clearly annoyed by Homer’s ignorance. “Hehehe, your voice is so funny, it’s like a little mouse on helium. HeHe” Homer responded, finding Louie’s voice amusing. “Am I funny to you?” Louie responded, now even more annoyed. “Gentlemen, gentlemen. Please” Fat Tony interrupted, attempting to defer the tension, “Homer, please.” “Ow, work. I thought this was a game!” Homer grunted with his head hanging, as he slammed the door of the clearly stolen crimson, glossy Ferrari. now inside Android’s Dungeon
“Greetings, Mr Simpson” Comic Book Guy said, ironically in an impolite way. “Hey umm... Comic Book Guy...” Homer was thinking on his feet, struggling for words, “You... err... what’s behind the bookcase over there?” He asked decisively. “(Sigh) Well that’s my stash of rare DVDs, video games, and comic books, with every sci-fi movie ever to be transferred onto an optical disc.” He paused for a breath, “And also the location to where the $1 million which Fat Tony sent you here for, located on Michael J. Fox’s face, on the signed autograph from the 1985 release, Back to The Future”, He said, as if rehearsed. “Biggest. Anticlimax. Ever!”, Homer responded. “I believe that was my line, I feel most disrespected”, Comic Book Guy replied . fin      |
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Post by D'oh-tastrophe Inc. on Jul 15, 2013 15:01:04 GMT -5
Andy;  I guess that well consider that our unofficial announcement of the amended rules. I'm going to officially announce them when I get home and I'll extend the deadline.
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Post by BatusiMan on Jul 15, 2013 15:06:26 GMT -5
Andy; I guess that well consider that our unofficial announcement of the amended rules. I'm going to officially announce them when I get home and I'll extend the deadline. Oh goodie I was worried I wasnt gonna have time to do one . Still don't which story I'll do..hmm not counting mine there are 6 entries, maybe I could just roll a dice and see what happens -emoticon |
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