PERC Presents : Memory lane


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P.E.R.C. Presents: Memory Lane
April 16th - 30th
What:
Every character has a defining moment in their career; maybe they stopped a powerful Archvillain in their tracks, saved their team from immenient peril, or perhaps they are that cackling villain who constantly stymies the heroes. Do you have such a story to tell? We want to read about it!

P.E.R.C. is looking for stories that show off what you consider your favorite character's crowning achievement. What made that character stand out to you? What daring plan did you pull off (or thwart)? Here's your chance to share the tale and potentially win a prize for your creativity!

When:
Entries will be accepted from April 16th until April 30th.

Prizes:
Ten stories from the top 20 we pick will be randomly selected and awarded a prize. In addition to that, 5 qualifying stories will be picked by the judges and awarded a "Judge's Favorite" prize.

(10) Random Prizes:
1. 500 mill Inf.
2. 200 mill Inf.
3. 100 mill Inf.
4. Full set of Gladiator's Strike PvP IOs
5. Full set of Javelin Volleys PvP IOs
6. Full set of Gladiator's Net PvP IOs
7. Full set of Fortunata Hypnosis Purple IOs
8. Numina's +Regen/+Recovery, Celerity +Stealth, and Miracle +Recovery IOs
9. Steadfast Protection +3% Defense, Steadfast Protection -Knockback, Karma -Knockback, Blessing of the Zephyr -Knockback, Performance Shifter +Endurance IOs
10. Luck of the Gambler +Recharge IO


(5) Judge's Favorites:
500 mil Each

Rules & Additional Info:
1) Only one entry per player.
We will only accept the first story submitted by a player. You may edit and update the story as you see fit until the deadline of April 30th.

2) Your story must be between 150 and 600 words long.
While Flash Fiction is an artform in and of itself, this is a short story contest. The maximum length helps keep entries manageable from a judging standpoint.

3) You may attach a screen shot of your character.
This is optional, but encouraged. As they say, "a picture is worth a thousand words." You may insert the image in your post, or you can e-mail it to us at PERC.COH@GMail.com.

4) Please submit your story in a reply to this post.

5) Prizes will be awarded on North American servers.
The group funding this event is limited to NA servers, and due to current global e-mail restrictions we are only able to award prizes to players also on NA accounts.

If you have any questions about event rules/details, please feel free to contact a P.E.R.C. representative by replying to this thread or sending them a private message.

Good luck, and happy writing!


 

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PERC: Thanks for a great contest idea.

For my entry, I'd like to submit the first time my main villain, a Cold War-era robotics genius, was approached by an old adversary, a modern-day sorcerer, bearing woeful tidings.. Their coming together, after all these years, burying their tensions and distrust to face a grim and implacable foe, was a turning point in both of their character developments.

I hope you enjoy.

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Karl Svorsky's lecherous grin widens as Isabelle slides her way to him on one of the Golden Giza's open air terraces. He sets down his snifter of Napoleon Armagnac, and brushes the small but bright brass-and-enamel hammer and sickle on his lapel. Even in the night sky of St. Martial, its ability to capture the scantest reflection and shine was a pride of his.

"Padrone Soviet," she says breathlessly. Those whalebone corsets the Carnival damsels wear always has that effect on their women, Karl mused.

"Da, my pet?"

Isabelle's eyes, shining through the white porcelain mask, flinched slightly. This was unusual for her. "I... I bear a message from a common enemy. He said... you would know it for what it was. With the Padrone's permission, may I deliver it?"

Karl frowns, his white brows angling down suspiciously. Isabelle has only ever been... giving... of her attentions to him, and had never betrayed a suspicion or secret - even the ones he dropped to test her. Still...

His fingers dance on his wristpad. A split second later, half a dozen of his best mechanized warriors fall from the sky with a metallic thud, unfolding and unfolding like some monstrous paper toy. Eyes glowing a steady, dull red, they take up defensive positions around him, and stand at attention.

"-=Orders, Master?=-"

"Guard me. You may proceed, Isabelle."

Isabelle sighs, fluttering slightly at the prospect of facing his infantry. She nods, and her eyes close. She begins, subtly, to sway.

Karl moans silently. Oh, no. It's him.

On Isabelle's blank mask, a face takes form. A thin face; crisp goatee; arching eyebrows; those damned blue glasses. Isabelle's body hangs limply, as if that ghostly face were the only thing holding her up. The face pans around a bit, and catches Karl's eyes. The face turns to stare at Karl directly.

"Karl Svorsky. Code name, Supreme Soviet."

Karl shuts his eyes, rubbing them with his fingers. Well, this spoils the entire night. "Ivan Turgenev. What do you want?"

The spectral eyes appraise him through those hazy, blue-lensed glasses. After a moment, they narrow, and the face speaks. "The Rikti march to war once more."

Karl barks a laugh out loud. "Are you mad? They wouldn't dare."

Isabelle's hand raises limply, to point towards Karl's face. A glow suffuses her hand, forming an arcane sigil that dimmed when you stared at it, but glowed brighter when you glanced away.

"Learn, Supreme Soviet."

The sigil leaps from Isabelle's fingers, and brands itself on Karl's mind.

"-=Open fire.=-"

Amidst the racuous roar of laserfire and napalm scorching the evening air, Karl sees what Dr. Turgenev wants him to see, understands what Ivan wants him to understand: Ranks upon ranks of Rikti infantry, armored and armed, standing in precise formation on an alien plateau. Before them, a world gate thrums slowly, glowing like a crack peering into Hell itself. Airborne destroyers, combat champions, wicked weaponry our world has not seen in years, all pointed towards that gate.

Towards Earth.

"The Second Rikti War is upon us, Supreme Soviet...

"And you owe me."


Those were the last words spoken by the spectral face on Isabelle's mask. Its white porcelain was marred by a violent spray of blood and gore, stemming from where her torso once was. The mask hung there a moment more, holding the remnants of Isabelle's very dead face behind it. Then, like a fallen star, it drops silently into the gore and bloodpool beneath it.

Karl rubs his eyes, remembering it all. He whispers to himself, "'And you owe me...'"

He sighs. "Oh, дерьмо."



 

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Originally Posted by Turgenev View Post
Just a reminder that this is the last day for submissions for this contest!
TY for helping out Turgenev, like said today is the last day to enter.


 

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The Player Event Resource Committee would like to thank all those who participated in "Memory Lane." We will do our best to get the winners announced in a timely fashion, and we thank you in advance for your patience as there are many entries to read and score! We had a wonderful time designing this contest and watching so many different styles of entries pop up. We hope you enjoyed this contest!

If you have any ideas for future contests, events, etc. please do not hesitate to contact a PERC Representative.


~*~Madame Pistacio~*~
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Newest event- The Great Makeover

 

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Does this mean Turg wins everything?... or was it over 600 words? lol


 

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This is a cross server contest. We had over 50 entries to read and score . We hope to announce the winners on Sunday or Monday.


~*~Madame Pistacio~*~
Guardian of CHRYSALIS
Victory Limitless- /chanjoin "Victory Limitless"
P.E.R.C. First Chair- P.E.R.C. Site, Victory Over Hamidon
Newest event- The Great Makeover

 

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/em J-Man wakes up in the morning
/em stretches
/em crawls out of bed
/em turns the alarm off

Yeah yeah, I know its already 3 in the afternoon. Don't keep yer yammerin on. Taday is gonna be a good day.

/em J-Man walks past the plaque in the J-Hallway that shows him head next ta hami

Ah, rememba that time when I showed up ta a hami raid an griefed it by existin. One tank, in the goo, minding his own buisness "ruined" the raid fer everyone. I don't think it was one lil old tank that ruined the raid, I think it was the 80 some odd people who stopped what they was doing ta yell at the poor dead tank.

/em he walks past the bronzed bloxing gloves

An' that time that DDX, champion of the people, got so mad at a joke I made towards his bad grammer that he changed me ta a real life fist fight? Anyone remember what that was about? He wrote an apology ta the J-Force for something he said and he wrote "I hope that you can except this apology" So I did exactly what he wanted, I took exception to it.

/em walks past the construction on a new J-Bathroom

Each year I git a new bathroom installed, I don't bother cleaning it the whole year before and so each of those restrooms ain't worth restin in.

/em takes his hidden closet elevator ta the roof of the J-Fort
/em looks out at all the world around him

This place is a good place, an' I ain't found no place like it in the world. Good ol' Talos Island.

/em the ghost ship floats by

OH PIE! Ghosts!

/em dives back inta the J-Fort.