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Edited by Guardian8971: 12/3/2015 3:22:55 AM
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Community Writing Contest-[CLOSED]

Hello Community, The Collective Anomaly invites you to participate in another writing contest! Please read the guidelines below before participating in the contest. [b]TOPIC[/b]: Isolation [b]DEADLINE[/b]: December 1st, 11:59pm PST Winner will be be announced on December 4th [b]PRIZE[/b]: $10 Xbox Marketplace/PlayStation Store gift card [b]RULES[/b]: -Please submit [u]one[/u] story per person -Please make sure the story [u]fits within one forum post[/u] (Keep it somewhat short) [MAX: 10,000 characters] -Stories posted after the deadline will be ignored -Please put entries [u]in the thread[/u] -Keep all stories Safe For Work and abide the Code of Conduct. Good luck everyone!

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  • The loss of velocity, the sudden drop in pressure caused everything go go black. I awoke to a... A wreckage, it was my ship. They door stuck, flames at my sides. I didn't know what to do, my ghost lie a pile of shards next to me, I couldn't afford to die now. But I heard scratching from the other side, I tried to grab a weapon but I had none. My knife was melted next to a fire. The door was jerked off and on the other side stood a cabal centurion. I tried to punch, but it grabbed my hand and crushed it. I fainted. I woke in a cell like place. The walls were gray on the sides one peep hole. "No,no,NO!" I thought. Tears in my eyes I ran my hands down the walls. Completely alone, isolated from the rest of the world. My ghost is dead, I can't make a destress call. I looked at my hand all crushed and winced. One gun layed at my side. The peep hole led to one way glass. The canal were testing me, see how much I could take. One, two, three days pass. No food, barley any water. Scratching on the walls, crying, bleeding, suddenly I couldn't have it anymore. I picked up the gun and shot myself. "Pretty good results," said the speaker looking at the simulation screen. "I think we have a new guardian. Go see the Vanguard for training. Say I sent you".

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