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Edited by Aleroth Aloki:
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Spread your wings. (Fan Fiction Contest)
Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come for us writers to take center stage for a time. The Black Garden as well as our friends over in Arts and Stuff are going to host a contest that is solely devoted to writers. The rules are simple.
For any who wish to enter, you are tasked with writing a short little anecdote that is to have a maximum of 300 words. The location for this piece of work is to be located in the picture provided above. The deadline for entering is this Sunday(14th) at midnight. For any who wish to enter, please submit your stories by placing them in the comments.
Judging will be done in two phases. The first phase will consist of a Panel of both groups reading over each story and deciding which seven are the best of the best. Once the first stage is complete, we shall hand it over to you, the audience, to decide who is ranked number one as lore master. The Winner of this contest shall receive a print of the Buried City signed by the Destiny writing team.
Good luck and Be Brave.
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1 Reply[b][i]Legends In The Making[/i][/b] Death is at our doorstep. If we do not leave this place, we will suffer. Our blatant disregard for life will be paid for with blood. This city, this planet... they belong to us. Our display of ignorance has brought hell upon us, in the form of beasts. Bipedal Brutes with a lust for territory. Armor thick enough to absorb the greatest tech humanity can muster. Numbers meant for conquest. We have forces on the ground, but nothing strong enough to hold them back. Women and Children are being evacuated. All air forces are currently dedicated to protection of drop ships. The only place to go after this... Earth. These Red Sands will be claimed by another, but for how long? How many can we save? How many of us will fall? We're at war on all fronts. Our last stronghold is failing. The Fallen are looking to earth. The Cabal are looking to mars. Machines... looking to the entire system. We must rise if we are to reclaim. This species will not die. Titans will no longer fall. Hunters will no longer Hide. Warlocks have already begun to harness the power of the traveler, albeit too late for this planets defense. We Will Return.
