PERC Presents: Freedom, Tell Me a Story!

Hey Freedom, I want you to tell me a story!

This is a complete forum based event, but if you so desire you can give me a screenshot of the character you wish to tell me about.

Here are the objectives:

-Pick a character of yours.
-Write the beginning story of that character.
-USE YOUR IMAGINATION, no real life story of how you created them.
-You may not use any slang or internet lingo; unless you are using it in a conversation.
-No longer than 1500 words
-Punctuation and grammar count!
-You may write in any Point of View! (1st, 2nd, or 3rd.)
-Be creative, it can even be in journal entry form to look a bit more realistic!

Prizes:
1st place gets 200mil influence
2nd place gets 120mil influence
3rd place gets 80mil influence.

FAQS:
How to send in an entry?

Just post it on here. As well as a screenshot if you desire! Those wishing to submit a private entry may PM it to me.

How will it be judged?

Each Reader will read and score your entry using a basic story rubric. Then each judge’s total score will be totaled for the final score.

When they are due?

October 15th , 2010

*ears perk up*

Interest piqued. Lovely contest idea, MP. Question: Are the prizes overall for all the servers, or are these prizes specific to individual servers? i.e., are competing against Freedom only, or everyone?

Looking forward to this one. Thanks!

@TURGENEV - Freedom Server / IRON / B.A.N.E / HORDE

Turg Fiction: Ghost in the Machine Acts III & IV coming 2012!
Turg Fiction: IX is now LIVE on Architect Entertainment!

I am currently hosting this contest on several different servers. It is being hosted by me through PERC, rather than PERC as a whole. So the prize is per server forum that it is being hosted on.

Hope that answers your question!

I think it does. Thanks! Looking forward to working on my submission this weekend!

@TURGENEV - Freedom Server / IRON / B.A.N.E / HORDE

Turg Fiction: Ghost in the Machine Acts III & IV coming 2012!
Turg Fiction: IX is now LIVE on Architect Entertainment!

I posted the Perc contest on the global channels of both RF and Freedom Events, so hopefully they'll be some interest.

I've said it before, most of freedom's active players don't come to the forums. I'm just here to post about the MoBSF (yay shiny badge) and hopefully sign up for the next e-man run tf.

Good luck on the contest--i look forward to reading some interesting biographys and origin storys.

Something you didn't address: is there a limit to the number of submissions entered per person?

(So anyway, here goes...)

After earning her degrees in Western medicine, Dr. Indira Dhanwenthari returned to her home in India with the intention of using her healing skills to help the less fortunate there and in the surrounding regions. While travelling to Kathmandu to help the leper colonies there, her plane was fired upon and downed by Chinese forces when it strayed into the airspace of Tibet.

Miraculously, Indira and a handful of others aboard the plane survived the crash and set about to find help in the remote mountainous region. Exhausted and near death after days of struggling to survive in the harsh terrain they found a lush, verdant city nestled in a hidden valley where they were given food and shelter until they could regain their strength. Over the next few days Dr. Dhanwenthari and her companions learned that they had discovered the fabled city of Shamballa.

It was here that Indira learned that her destiny was to serve as a healer to mankind in a greater capacity than she ever could as a mere physician. While her travelling companions were nursed back to health and guided back to the outside world, Dr. Dhanwenthari remained in the mystic land where she was imbued with the power of the legendary city itself and trained in mystic arts that would help her to confront the evils of the world outside.

Dr. Indira Dhanwenthari has made her way once more to the Western world where she serves as an active opponent of the forces of evil. Taking the name of the source of her new powers as her own, she is now known to the people of Paragon City as the supernatural Shamballa!

Here's Mr. Trix's origin story. Since the rules allow, I wrote it in the second person.

8:45 A.M. feels way too early for you this morning. Dodging the umbrella points on this crowded sidewalk doesn’t help matters either. You dig into your soaked purse to grab your cell phone to call in sick and notice that you’ve received 17 unanswered texts from that magician you hooked up with Vegas a few weeks ago. “Oh Maybelline Trix,” you sigh to yourself, “Why do you have to be such a sucker for illusionists?” You hum the opening bars to “Europe’s, “The Final Countdown” inside your head as you free yourself from your daily obligations. Being excused from work doesn’t relieve you from that queasy feeling and it doesn't make that bitter taste in your mouth go away. An hour removed from talking to God on the porcelain phone you are both nauseated and starving. In the distance, through the mist and streetlights you see that Cajun restaurant that you’ve heard good things about. As you get closer to the glowing red signage, eating your first meal of the day at a place christened “Big Bad Demon Daddy’s” doesn’t bewitch you in the least. You’re starving and something laden with sausage fat with a side order of cornbread is what you want most in the world right now.

As you enter, to the tune of the door chimes ringing, you dance around to keep your heels away from the gaps in the wood floor. As you fixate on the counter, you notice an assortment of animal skulls and what look to be giant prawns or crawfish, adorning the walls but something seems to be slightly tilted about their design. As you reflexively sniff while you walk to the counter you identify the aroma to be a mix of Jimmy Dean and Tabasco, with a slight hint of rotten eggs. You balance yourself on a wobbly barstool just as the dread locked waiter slides a glass of water in front of you. Not wanting to waste your time with a menu, you look up and put in your order for jambalaya and corn bread. “Mr. Dreads” offers you the seperate jambalaya menu and explains they have 47 varieties of that particular dish. Annoyed, you tell him to serve whatever he recommends and to make it quick. As he acquiesced and then laughed you could have sworn that his forehead scrunched and grew at the same time and a small flame shot out of both of his ears. You try to forcibly remove that image by shaking your head back and forth. After 15 to 20 seconds you triumphantly sip on the glass of tap. As the water hits your empty stomach you feel a 2.5 Richter scale shake along your insides and think that food can’t come fast enough. You hear a vibrating in your purse, dreading the idea it’s from your job, you dutifully check your phone. It’s not your job, but yet another text from the illusionist who’s name you’ve already forgotten. You look at his text which reads: “So I said to Solieri Mysterioso, “Forget you and your curse! I don’t even have a garden, you dumb mother-father!!!””

Your confusion over the text message is interrupted by the tinkling of the plates you suddenly see in front of you. Mr. Dreads presents the dish to you as the House Special and asks you if you want to try it topped with his special mix of spices. You agree, but immediately have second thoughts as he takes the shrunken head that is hanging around his neck and shakes it over your plate. Hunger wins over reason and you grab a fork and start the Big Dig. The taste of chicken, shrimp, and duck sausage, mixed with the seasoning sends your eyes rolling to get a better view of your brain. You lean back and feel your shoulders tingle and your thighs feel like they’re floating. You regain your composure and as you eat, you feel the pressure build in your abdominal region. Remembering the teachings of Pauline Prissybritches' Academy for Pristine Girls you pulse your glutes as precautionary measure. As Mr. Dreads checks on the status of your meal you gush over the quality, especially over the secret spices. Fueled by appreciation, Mr. Dreads enthusiastically shakes the shrunken head in front of you with such abandon that your next breath draws in the secret spices. You grab for a napkin and hold it to your nose to maintain your lady like graces. As you sneeze, your other muscles relax, releasing the gas that has built up inside of your body. The gas decides to use all available emergency exits. The resulting sound is that of a traditional “Achoo” remixed with the sound of a bullfrog squeezing a fireplace bellows. As you sit there, evacuated, a glowing light engulfs your body. You feel yourself floating away from the counter and towards the middle of the floor.

You notice that you’ve just stopped moving and have no control over your extremities. You feel your legs being pulled apart wishbone style by some invisible force, as a slow undulating wave moves from your abdominal towards your midsection. You shake your head to get the sweat from out of your eyes and look down at your skirt. You see the blue spiked hair covered head of an infant with your thong undergarments draped over its eyes peeking back at you. Thankfully, all you feel is a tingle as you see the baby slide down your leg and crawl on the ground. Before your eyes the baby starts to grow through the stages of infancy, pubescence and finally adulthood. You don’t know what freaks you out more, the rapid development of a young adult or the orange and blue armored costume and sunglasses that covered him out of nowhere and grew in size with him.

“S’up Ma?” says the figure in front of you.

You take a second and think of an appropriate way to respond to this. The first thing that comes to your mind is, “Son, go be a hero and fight crime”

“Are you sure you don’t want to add anything about responsibility or serve up a platitude that can provide guidance when I have doubts about my place in the world?” he says to you in his best I’m-giving-you-a-do-over voice.

You contemplate this and realize that as soon as he leaves the sooner this will all be over. “No,” you repeat, “go be a hero and fight crime”

“A’ight then” he says as he motions his arms and disappears leaving the fading aura of an ankh.

You feel the force slowly lower you to the ground and you’re relieved as you regain the feeling in your feet. You take your seat back at the counter oblivious to the buzzing of the other restaurant patrons. Mr. Dreads cautiously looks you in the eye. As your eyes meet, you ask if they have any key lime pie.

The Origin of Cold Satisfaction


Alternate dimensions? They suck! Trust me...

I had this sweet gig back home, working in the punishment department for Big Nick up at the North Pole. Then one Christmas Eve he gives me this list – he said he checked it twice – I was to go put the hurt on Dr Aeon. Nobody questions Big Nick’s list, and I wasn’t about to now, the last guy that did was thrown to the Reindeer – that Comet is one nasty buck!

So’s I head off to freeze the gonads off this Aeon putz, but this guy ain’t no push-over…

I wind up havin’ ta chase him through this big lab where he up and jumps through a portal. Big Nick won’t be too happy if I let this creep slip offa the list, so’s I follow him through…

Big mistake!

I gotta give the Dr credit, he screwed me over big time. He was nowhere in sight when I exited the portal, so I headed back ta Big Nick’s Torture Shop ta get what’s comin’ to me, hopin’ someone will take a bribe to get me off easy…

…but everything’s changed…

Big Nick’s Torture Shop is now Santa’s Workshop…and Big Nick is some kinda saint…I almost lost my lunch when he offered me a gingerbread cookie…

So now I work for that spider-guy Recluse – I’ve been tryin’ ta get home, but this dimension’s Dr Aeon isn’t as smart as my Aeon…although he is still a putz…and I let him know it every time I see him! Putz!

I guess I’ll have to make the best of things here as Cold Satisfaction! And for alla youse heroes out there, remember, “You can’t get no Cold Satisfaction!”

Thank you for the fabulous entries here and via PM. The judges will read them all and we will try to have a winner by early next week. Thank you to all who entered again!

~MP

And we have our winners!

First place: Mr_Trix
Second place: Mr E-man
Third place: DocObvious
Congratulations to the winners!

Thanks everyone for participating. We had a nice lively debate to determine the winners as all of the posts (and PMs) were good. Please PM me with your global name and I will email you your prizes.

MP

Thanks to the PERC Crew for holding this contest. It was fun and quick way to get a chuckle or at least a "wha huh?' from the Freedom Forumites. Here's the screenie of the toon which I neglected to post in the original entry.

Cheers to all the winners of the contest!

@TURGENEV - Freedom Server / IRON / B.A.N.E / HORDE

Turg Fiction: Ghost in the Machine Acts III & IV coming 2012!
Turg Fiction: IX is now LIVE on Architect Entertainment!