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! Storyteller !! Fragment !! Scoring Response | ! Storyteller !! Fragment !! Scoring Response | ||
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| − | | | + | | ChaosGoblin || - || ✅ |
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| − | | | + | | Clucky || - || ✅ |
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| − | | | + | | Darknight || - || ✅ |
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| − | | GloopyGhost || | + | | GloopyGhost || - || ✅ |
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| − | | | + | | naught || - || ✅ |
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! Current Elements | ! Current Elements | ||
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| − | | | + | | cannon |
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| A '''Character''' | | A '''Character''' | ||
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| June || A plucky young heroine ready to defend her friends and family || 3 | | June || A plucky young heroine ready to defend her friends and family || 3 | ||
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| + | | Natasha || A villainous pirate, feared by all! || 3 | ||
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! Name !! Description !! Expiration | ! Name !! Description !! Expiration | ||
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| − | | - || | + | | bottomless pit || Some say it has no end. Some say otherwise. || 3 |
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| + | | The Orchard || Lush and green. Has surprising variety in fruit trees. || 3 | ||
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! Storyteller !! Spark | ! Storyteller !! Spark | ||
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| − | | Clucky || | + | | ChaosGoblin || - |
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| + | | Darknight || - | ||
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| − | | | + | | naught || fruit |
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| − | + | ! Challenges | |
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| − | | | + | | The starting letter of each sentence in the Fragment is not alphabetically before the starting letter of the previous sentence. |
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Progress | Progress | ||
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| Juniper.ohyegods || ✅ || - | | Juniper.ohyegods || ✅ || - | ||
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Sparks | Sparks | ||
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'''The Story''' | '''The Story''' | ||
| − | Clearly, the frying pan was the most suitable weapon of choice for this situation. With a mighty swing, June brought her pan down upon the bigger skunk fly with a wet crunch. As she shook the remains of the fly off, June watched its mate retreat, its panicked buzzing echoing in the distance. “Skunk flies,” June muttered to herself “Anyone who claims they aren’t harmful should come out here and try gathering swamp beets from their nest and then tell me they just smell bad.” | + | Clearly, the frying pan was the most suitable weapon of choice for this situation. With a mighty swing, June brought her pan down upon the bigger skunk fly with a wet crunch. As she shook the remains of the fly off, June watched its mate retreat, its panicked buzzing echoing in the distance. “Skunk flies,” June muttered to herself “Anyone who claims they aren’t harmful should come out here and try gathering swamp beets from their nest and then tell me they just smell bad.”<br/> |
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| + | Her prize secured, June placed the swamp beets into her bag and began the hike back home. She would have to stop by Eddie's garden on the way back in order to gather the last of the ingredients that she needed. As June neared the garden, a sudden acrid smell stopped her in her tracks. Something wasn't right. She climbed the nearest maple for a better look. Between the treetops, June immediately saw the choking green smoke rising into the sky. Her eyes widened. "Pirates."<br/> | ||
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| + | With the sickening smell of smoke on the wind, June raced as quickly as she could towards the village. Nearing the family shop, she ducked behind an over turned cart as a pair of pirates stepped out, arms loaded with stolen goods. “Hey, thanks for the supplies buddy.” one of the pirates called out over his shoulder “Here’s the receipt back though.” With a laugh, the other pirate tossed a torch back through the doorway. June watched in horror as the shop quickly went up in flames, and the yells for help grew louder.<br/> | ||
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| + | Natasha, head cocked, listened as the little village at the top of the cliffs fell. With the ocean to her back and stone cliffs to her front, she seemed to have an advantageous cover, but something about this still felt wrong. Every so often, about 50 paces away, bags of supplies thudded down from the dark cliffs into the sand. Crew members were taking bags of supplies from shore to the ship when she heard, “Captain! We have it!” She turned to investigate and momentarily forgot about her worries as she saw the pale blue glow of the jewel. | ||
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Latest revision as of 01:49, 28 June 2024
Most Recent Drawing: 28 June 2024 01:44 UTC
| Storyteller | Fragment | Scoring Response |
|---|---|---|
| ChaosGoblin | - | ✅ |
| Clucky | - | ✅ |
| Darknight | - | ✅ |
| GloopyGhost | - | ✅ |
| naught | - | ✅ |
(Category Elements are in bold)
| Current Elements |
|---|
| cannon |
| passion |
| A Character |
| Name | Description | Expiration |
|---|---|---|
| z | the character 'z' | 3 |
| June | A plucky young heroine ready to defend her friends and family | 3 |
| Natasha | A villainous pirate, feared by all! | 3 |
| Name | Description | Expiration |
|---|---|---|
| bottomless pit | Some say it has no end. Some say otherwise. | 3 |
| The Orchard | Lush and green. Has surprising variety in fruit trees. | 3 |
| Storyteller | Spark |
|---|---|
| ChaosGoblin | - |
| Clucky | - |
| Darknight | - |
| GloopyGhost | weapon |
| naught | fruit |
| Challenges |
|---|
| The fragment contains no words longer than five letters |
| The starting letter of each sentence in the Fragment is not alphabetically before the starting letter of the previous sentence. |
The Story
Clearly, the frying pan was the most suitable weapon of choice for this situation. With a mighty swing, June brought her pan down upon the bigger skunk fly with a wet crunch. As she shook the remains of the fly off, June watched its mate retreat, its panicked buzzing echoing in the distance. “Skunk flies,” June muttered to herself “Anyone who claims they aren’t harmful should come out here and try gathering swamp beets from their nest and then tell me they just smell bad.”
Her prize secured, June placed the swamp beets into her bag and began the hike back home. She would have to stop by Eddie's garden on the way back in order to gather the last of the ingredients that she needed. As June neared the garden, a sudden acrid smell stopped her in her tracks. Something wasn't right. She climbed the nearest maple for a better look. Between the treetops, June immediately saw the choking green smoke rising into the sky. Her eyes widened. "Pirates."
With the sickening smell of smoke on the wind, June raced as quickly as she could towards the village. Nearing the family shop, she ducked behind an over turned cart as a pair of pirates stepped out, arms loaded with stolen goods. “Hey, thanks for the supplies buddy.” one of the pirates called out over his shoulder “Here’s the receipt back though.” With a laugh, the other pirate tossed a torch back through the doorway. June watched in horror as the shop quickly went up in flames, and the yells for help grew louder.
Natasha, head cocked, listened as the little village at the top of the cliffs fell. With the ocean to her back and stone cliffs to her front, she seemed to have an advantageous cover, but something about this still felt wrong. Every so often, about 50 paces away, bags of supplies thudded down from the dark cliffs into the sand. Crew members were taking bags of supplies from shore to the ship when she heard, “Captain! We have it!” She turned to investigate and momentarily forgot about her worries as she saw the pale blue glow of the jewel.
