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Hey, everyone! Not good at drawing or graphic design? Me neither. I'm here to invite you to participate in a community collaboration for contests hosted by Art n stuff, The Collective Anomaly, and...some other groups! Winners will be awarded with cool stuff some from [url=https://www.bungie.net/en/Profile/254/2062634]Progo[/url]. So, how do you enter? Ladies and gentlemen this contest will be business as usual for those who have participated in one of our writing contests previously. For those who have not, allow me to explain:
In order to qualify for this contest you must submit a piece of [b]original[/b] content written by yourself. This piece of literature must be no longer than the body of a post and a minimum of two paragraphs. It must also focus on the theme which will be below. All entries must be submitted by [SEE EDIT] and the winner will be announced no later than 8/19/2015.
[b]THEME:[/b]
[spoiler]The struggle of a Guardian.
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[b]THE PRIZE:[/b]
[spoiler]A prize given by Progo. [/spoiler]
Judges will be anonymous and I wish you all the best of luck. Have fun!
Link to Progo's contest:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/39813/144362841/0/0
EDIT:
Since Cozmo may spread the word about the writing contest I am extending the deadline to 8/14/15 so more people may participate.
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Edited by shadowtrooper34: 8/13/2015 10:47:16 PMHe landed on the planet, Venus, it was nighttime, he knew what Kayde had told him to do. Kill an Archon, but this was different than all the other strikes, he was alone. He continued on the mission, slaying any who dare oppose his flaming hand Cannon and trusty auto Rifle. But it all turned bad, he reached the end of the mission, and the Archon, he just threw him into a wall like a kid throwing a bouncing ball, and he was beaten and thrown. But he survived, he stood up, he had the solar burn of the sun in his eyes, and in an instant he dropped his gun and grabbed the solar energy he so desperately needed, and crafted it into a hand Cannon, and he shot, and hit every shot. The Archon was dead. He had gotten his reward. Finally, after 3 months of searching he got it, The Last Word. It was his now. It was his alone.