Wyvern

Wyvern blushes and stutters, glancing towards his fellow friends and Pen members as he gratefully accepts the Crow Feather of Reliability and Excellence. Searching for words to summarize his feelings yet failing to find any that quite do the job, a long moment of silence elapses before the lizard speaks: "My humble thanks for this touching acknowledgment... I'm flattered, really. It seems I never get to post at the Pen quite as much as I'd like to due to RL studies, but am glad that what I do post is appreciated..." Having said this, Wyvern distributes hugs (without the intention of searching for geld, for a change) and notes that the final track on his "Poetic Justice" compilation can probably summarize his thoughts on this situation better than he can...

You see?! I've told Pen members time and time again that it's only going to be a matter of time before the Pen becomes assimilated by hip hop culture. I consider this graffiti art an enormous step forward! With that, Wyvern laughs maniacally and rushes out of the Caberet Room, going over the hip hop release dates for February in his head while wondering what artists like Ehquestionmark might think of this...

The person above me is vampiric in nature... though I'm actually rather uncertain which kind of veins and blood types he prefers (vampires tend to be picky those areas...). I hear that type O is supposed to be of very fine quality this year, and is renowned by vampire scholars such as Teethy von Tastyvein, who gave it 5 fangs in this years "Vampire's Indigest"... The person above me also enjoys undead smily faces, which I'm certain he incorporates as his faithfull minions in "Megalomanic Enterprises Incorporated"...

The contest is now officially CLOSED. My apologies to those of you who had wanted to post entries, but were unable to do so in the time allotted. This contest was extended far longer than my last one, as I realize that the subject matter to write on was somewhat more abstract than my last contest. Never the less, a closing date is a closing date... Thanks to all that have participated in the "Poetic Justice" contest: Vincent Silver Vlad the Imploder Gyrfalcon Imposter Reverie Peredhil Nyyark Archaneus Over the weekend, I'll come to some method of deciding which 3 out of these 8 brilliant participants will win "Poetic Justice" CDs. This is always a very difficult decision, and I just wanted you all to know that I greatly enjoyed reading over your entries and will be doing so again in the near future. If you feel that you should be in this list of people participating but are not listed, be sure to inform me about it. If all goes smoothly, winners should be announced on Monday, after which point the CDs will be sent out.

Rubbing his scaly snout gently as it throbs in pain from his previous collision with the Office door, Wyvern turns to Rune and grins brightly, signalling to the other Pen members that had gathered in the Office to please leave so that he could concentrate on the application in peace and quiet. Upon hearing this, the many Pen members that had crowded into the Office in the hopes of seeing Rune's acceptance let out a collective sigh of disappointment, slowly departing from the room one at a time... After everyone except Rune has departed, Wyvern turns to the nervous applicant once again and lets out another large grin, this one displaying a mouth full of razor sharp, almost-dragonic teeth. Though this grin is shown with the intention of calming Rune, it's affect is almost the opposite... The worthy applicant cannot help but shudder in a mixture of disgust and horror at the overgrown lizard's fangs, noticing several small fish bones and pieces of animal flesh still stuck between them... After having gone over Rune's application twice, Wyvern gives her a "two thumbs up" signal, which greatly assuages her nervousness. The overgrown lizard is about to go over her application a third and final time when suddenly, he catches a glint out of the corner of his left eye. Immediatly turning towards the source of shininess, Wyvern notices a single geld which is lying on the ground directly outside the Office door. Quickly raising himself from his seat and wondering how he could have possibly misplaced the geld piece, Wyvern requests that Rune be patient for just a moment as he goes to reclaim his lost currency... In doing so, the foolish lizard falls for the trap of the wily door, who was far more clever than either Wyvern or Rune could have possibly imagined... No sooner has Wyvern exited the Office to claim his prize than the devious door immediatly slams itself shut, becoming firmly locked and making sure that it's hinges are fastened on tightly. Letting out a discouraged cry, Wyvern immediatly tries to barge the door down, but once again only manages to crush his poor snout in the process. From within the Office, Rune notices that the door laughs quietly to itself... it had waited eons for such an opportunity to arise, and now, finally, after exchanging the hands of several hundred arch-magician masters, it had achieved it's secret goal. "Oh Rune!!!" bursts the grainy voice of the door as Wyvern continues to attempt to barge it down from the other side "If only you knew how long I have waited for this day, my child! Finally, a person whom I can communicate intelligently with! A companion to accompany me in my long sufferings, you are undeniably my bride to be!" A blank expression comes over Rune's face and she raises an eyebrow at the door. "Ummmm... Excuse me? Master Door..." "Please..." sobs the grainy voice of the door, overcome with emotions of happiness "... call me Woody." Rune's jaw drops as the door procedes to cry, splinters rolling down it's wooden frame cheeks... Meanwhile... Exhausted by his attempts to barge the Office door down and deciding that he would get nowhere trying to do so, Wyvern chooses to resort to other methods to get the door open. Quickly rushing to the nearest public crystal ball and picking up the incantation number of the closest locksmith, the overgrown lizard calls upon "New Kids on the Lock, Locksmith Service - Minimum Rust or Your Money Back! ™", who arrive at the Pen 10 minutes later. The locksmiths are all dressed in gimmicky stereotypical locksmith outfits that will appeal to the common perception of the average locksmith, and dangle their excessive key chains proudly below their wastes. Wyvern procedes to direct the New Kids on the Lock to the source of his problems, and the locksmiths carefully examine the lock of the door, pretending that they are actually very proficient in their jobs. Having examined the door, the leader of the locksmiths takes out a skeleton key and attempts using it on the lock, only to have it rejected as the door furiously spits it out back at him. This deeply scares the New Kids on the Lock, who run off like the cowardly locksmiths that they are, never to be seen in the profession of locksmithing again... Discouraged by his failed plan and worried that Rune might think that he simply abandoned her in his room, Wyvern rapidly schemes a second plan to get into his Office. Quickly rushing to the gardens located directly outside of the Pen and "borrowing" the large catapult commonly used by Melba as a trampoline, Wyv sets up the huge projectile device directly outside the rear window of his Office. Wyvern then procedes to aim the catapult straight at the window, loads himself into the firing arm of the catapult, and bravely projects himself towards the Office window. Unfortunatly, Woody the door percieves Wyvern's intentions, and calls upon the almighty God of furnature "Maahogeni Closset" to come to his aid. The end of Wyvern's course of trajectory is suddenly blocked as a broom closet appears out of nowhere... Rune flinches as the overgrown lizard is hit with a face full of mop before collapsing back down from whence he came... Beginning to despair at the thought of Rune becoming discouraged while waiting for him to return, Wyvern decides to resort to yet another plan. Rushing back into the Pen and swiftly making his way through its many halls, Wyvern arrives at the portrait of Zool and is suddenly struck with a brilliant idea. Removing Zool's picture frame from it's original position, Wyvern takes it under his arm and begins heading towards the Recruiter's Office as fast as his scaly legs can carry him. Noticing that he's being carried away from his original position on the wall, the portrait of Zool frowns... Percieving the unmistakeably almost-dragonic arm that holds his frame, the frown on the portrait of Zool suddenly turns to an expression of alarm and dismay. "Hey Wyvern!" exclaims Zool in a half-demanding, half-frightened tone "I thought we agreed fair and square that you wouldn't be using my portrait in any more of your schemes?" Arriving at his Office door and placing the portrait of Zool on the ground, Wyvern looks Zool in the eyes and quietly hisses: "Listen... I know I agreed that I wouldn't use your portrait in any more of my evil schemes, but this isn't an evil scheme... this is an emergency! Rune is locked inside my Office by this damned door and someone needs to get in there to accept her application. I can easily slip your portrait through the small crack on the bottom of the door and get you into the Office... I'm counting on you to declare her application accepted and get her out of the Office by any means necessary! Good luck!!!" "B-but, wait a second..." starts Zool before Wyvern swiftly shoves the portrait through the crack on the bottom of the door and Zool goes sliding into the Office... Adjusting to his surroundings and not immediatly percieved by Woody or Rune, the portrait of Zool examines his position in the Office and notices that the applicant he is looking for is not far off. Rune was currently trying to comfort the sobbing Woody as best as she could, as he seemed to be awkwardly gushing splinters and thoughts about a relationship he had previously had with a bedpost... Of course, only Rune saw this, as she was the only one capable of communicating with the door. Carefully approaching Rune and the Office door, Zool spells out the word "ACCEPTED" in the air in front of Rune's face using his fancifull magic. While the sight of this word delights Rune, it greatly enfuriates the extremely jealous Woody, who turns his wrath towards the poor portrait of Zool... Over to you, Zool... ;p OOC: Excellent application, Rune... ACCEPTED, ACCEPTED, ACCEPTED! And again ACCEPTED! ;p I'm glad you finally decided to apply, and happily welcome you to our boards, though I've actually already considered you a member on our boards for some time now. Keep up the excellent work with writing and responses, and thank you once again for your time and devotion in the creation and upkeep of the new site. I'll e-mail you the password stuff ASAP... Note: this RPing story shall be continued by the other Elders through free form RPing, since one response simply isn't enough...

Note: due to the eagerness of a number of applicants, the contest will extend through the day of the 6th, closing promptly at midnight. If you haven't posted an entry yet but wish to do so, make sure you do so today! Wyvern out-

Building up all of his courage while clutching his application tightly in his right hand, Archaneus bravely wanders up to the door of the Recruiter's Office and knocks on it four times, expecting to be greeted by idle nothingness after hearing several stories about the impromptu Elder of Initiates and his time-consuming schemes. Much to Archaneus' surprise, however, the door to the Office is opened immediatly by Wyvern himself, who is dressed in a white barbershop smock outfit complete with it's very own token phony 70s-style barber moustach ™. The overgrown lizard grins and tries to utter a hardy barber's laugh while enthusiastically stroking his moustach... but all that he can manage is a sinister cackle, and upon stroking his moustach the loosely-attached piece of hair comes flying off of his snout and lands directly in a bottle of hair conditioner. Noticing that the lizard's Office has been remodeled into a beauty parlor, Archaneus quickly turns to run, but is unfortunatly pulled into the room by an almost-dragonic hand before he can do so... Seating Archaneus on an elevated salon stool, Wyvern snatches the applicant's poem from his hand and carefully reads it over, preparing several menacing-looking hair contraptions surrounding Archaneus' seat as he does so. The nervous applicant tries to move from his position, but finds himself strapped down by several safety belts lining the chair. Picking up a variety of different combs and scissors, Wyvern hisses: "I sssee that in your application, you mention that your reflection is a thing you cannot bear... Well, using my special Almost Dragonic Beauty Products ™, I can change that in a jiffy! Just sit back and relax... this should should only take a few days..." Archaneus' eyes practically bulge out of his sockets as several hair machines suddenly swoop down from the ceiling and envelope his head... Using a picture of Melba hanging on the wall as an example of what not to model Archaneus' hair style after, Wyvern begins the long process of cutting, combing, and adding lots of pretty shiny colors to Archaneus' hair... ... Several weeks later... Wyvern puts the finishing touches on Archaneus' new hair style, adding just a bit more blond coloring to the edges of it and combing it slightly to the side to give it a perfect texture. Satisfied with his final result, the overgrown lizard pushes a button on the bottom of the applicant's seat that causes the machinery to recede to the ceiling. Grinning to himself contently, Wyvern hands Archaneus a mirror to see what he thinks... Looking into the mirror, the exhausted applicant see's that he now has a haircut that is exactly identical to his last haircut, only with a fake 70s-style moustach sticking out of the top of it. Smirking to himself, Archaneus brushes his hair back and mumbles: "Not bad..." Wyvern then procedes to stamp Arch's application poem 'ACCEPTED' OOC: Nice poem, Archaneus. An ACCEPTED application, welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to either post your e-mail here or mail me at elitwack90@hotmail.com so that I can send you the password information and such... Once again, welcome!

Y'Tren carefully considers the words of Myth and Kaleyra, rubbing his grey haired chin in contemplation while staring at the ground. After a long moment of silence, the venerable adventurer turns his head to his fellow companions and speaks up once again: "Perhaps you two are both right... Myth's request is reasonable, as it's true that we know very little about the cartography of the island and thus might easily get lost and spend an enormous amount of time searching for the temple unless we split into smaller groups. At the same time, however, Kaleyra is also correct... it would certainly be safer to stick together, particularly if we sense something not right about the island..." Y'Tren thinks for a long moment, than continues: "I have a proposition that I think may solve both of these problems. What if we were to skirmish the island in smaller groups today to get a general sense of the cartography of the island, then meet back here at the encampment in the evening and exchange our findings. The next day, based on the information that we have, we could go as one group to seek the temple." Y'Tren grins to himself after having stated his potential plan and turns inquistively towards the other adventurers for their thoughts on this.

As a reminder to those that are still thinking of competing but haven't posted an entry yet: the current date is February 1rst and the closing date for the contest is February 6th. This means everyone has approximately one more week to post their entries, so be sure to be thinking about doing so! Many thanks to those that have posted their entries, I've greatly enjoyed what I've read thus far.

Quickly finishing the last of his oat meal and setting his empty bowl by his side, Y'Tren clears his throat, turns to the other adventurers, and declares: "We certainly won't have any time for gathering fruit or hunting game... I think we should hurry up with our breakfast and set out immediatly in search of the Pool. Something about this island doesn't seem right to me... it just seems impossible that such a large land mass could remain hidden for so long. The sooner we find the Pool, the better..." Having said this, Y'Tren turns to the vast area of forest that seems to stretch endlessly in front of the camp, and continues: "If I recall my readings correctly, the Pool of Eternal Reflection is supposed to be located near the center of this isle, in the first religious temple ever constructed by man. Thus we should head deeper into the forest... Unless we have some form of navigation or trail markers, however, we'll certainly get lost." Y'Tren turns to the other adventurers once again: "Any ideas on what we might be able to use for trail markers? I, for one, have a compass, which might be able to help in locating the center of the isle..."

Wyvern grins and cackles evilly to himself as he dashes through the many halls of the Pen, grabbing a variety of seemingly random objects as he rushes by them. Passing through the Pen's kitchens, the overgrown lizard grabs a few onions and a cutting knife before exiting through a door at the opposite end, now heading towards the Pen's film archives... As the greedy Elder's legs sprint forward at a rapid pace, so do the rusty yet fully functional sprockets of his villanous mind. Wyvern had heard from Melba about the arrival of the new applicant, DoomGaze, and had immediatly been struck with another of his brilliant "no-fail" schemes... a simple yet incredibly potent method of creating the perfect doomsday device. Grabbing the last object he needs for the completion of his plans and growing increasingly excited at the thought of world domination, the overgrown lizard tosses the large bag of objects he had gathered over his shoulder and begins heading towards the Recruiter's Office... As Wyvern races towards his Office, he goes over the plans of his scheme once more in his head... He would cause DoomGaze to cry through a variety of methods and capture a few of the tears, which he'd then use to construct the ultimate doomsday machine! Arriving at his Office door and practically barging it down in a rush, Wyvern enters the Recruiter's Office and salutes DoomGaze as he does so. Gradually catching his breath and setting the large bag of usefull goodies he had gathered next to his favorite chair, the Elder of Initiates seats himself at his desk and beckons to DoomGaze to come and sit on the opposite end of the table. After the applicant has come and done so, Wyvern apologizes for his lateness and takes DoomGaze's application, looking it over carefully several times before perking up and exclaiming: "A very good application, DoomGaze... but before accepting this, how about a bit of lunch?" With that, Wyvern reaches into his bag and takes out the two onions and the cutting knife. The overgrown lizard then procedes to cut the onions with the knife in the hopes that it will jerk a tear from DoomGaze's eyes... but doesn't succeed in doing so. Wiping away the reptilian tears that had begun to gather in his own eyes, Wyvern then resorts to plan B... Taking a plate from his bag and placing it in front of DoomGaze, Wyvern serves a large portion of sour tart for the applicant and encourages him to eat it. Unfortunatly for the lizard, the sight of the cheap-looking tart causes DoomGaze to suddenly lose his appetite, and the applicant hesitantly pushs his plate to the side. Deciding that he’d have to resort to plan C, Wyvern is left with no choice but to take out the film “Titanic” from his bag of goodies and tell DoomGaze that watching it is a requirement for being accepted. The very thought of watching Leonardo De Caprio almost causes DoomGaze to cry, but the brave applicant maintains his demeanor and decides to accept Wyvern’s challenge, content with the eventual outcome of being accepted to the guild. Wyvern snickers to himself and rubs his hands together mischievously, certain that the sad film will cause DoomGaze to shed at least a few tears... Unfortunatly, this plan also fails, as DoomGaze falls asleep 10 minutes into the film due to the boring plot and remains that way until the film has ended... Sighing dismally to himself and giving up on his scheme, Wyvern shakes DoomGaze's hand and declares the applicant officially "ACCEPTED". DoomGaze jumps happily into the air upon hearing the verdict, and actually sheds a tear of joy after he's exited the office. OOC: A very good application, DoomGaze, certainly "ACCEPTED." Welcome to the Mighty Pen! Be sure to post your e-mail address in this thread or send me a mail at elitwack90@hotmail.com so I can send you the passwords and such. Once again, welcome!

Mira, Nope. If you were a member previously, just post in the roll call thread located in the Cabaret Room and be sure to mention what title you had on the previous site. Once a pen member, always a pen member!

Wow! These are some truly hilarious and brutal punchlines, Peredhil... My favorites were numbers 9, 10, and 11, which in my opinion were very cleverly worded. You'll definitely have to post in my "Miscellaneous Battle Punchlines" thread whenever I get around to making it...

Good poem, Imposter! You're right that the themes of the poem are similar to those of the "Poetic Justice" compilation I put together, and I'm glad you decided to post this even though you won't be using it as your entry. I agree with others that it certainly has a hip hop feel to it, and thought it had a number of witty lines, particularly those referring to lady justice and the contest of "who can blow up the earth the fastest". Well done... Can't wait for your official entry!

Some influences for the character of Wyvern are: 1) The character Babo from Johji Manabe's excellent manga "Caravan Kidd". Babo is the very epitome of a self-centered, greedy, lustfull slob anti-hero... A lot of the inspiration for Wyvern came about from his character. I definitely recommend the manga to fans of high fantasy/comedy adventure. 2) Rumiko Takashi, a comedic genious who's written a number of hilarious mangas, including "Ranma 1/2" and "Maison Ikkoku". She's also stretched her talents to other genres, such as horror with the "Mermaid Trilogy" and adventure with "Inuyasha". I would say Wyv has a hint of Happosai's mischievous ways somewhere inside of him... 3) Archmage had somewhat of an influence... and of course, the AD&D textbook physical description of a Wyvern. As for influences for writing in general... hard to trace, though Tolkein, Stephen King, and Ian Livingsten (who wrote a series of "choose your own adventure"-type novels called Fighting Fantasy) all had influences. The Pen is Mightier than the Sword has also certainly had an impact on my writing.. In terms of musical influences in writing: Sage Francis, Illogic, Aesop Rock, and the Anticon and Rhymesayers collectives are the first that come to mind...

As others have said, Falcon, there isn't really any "quitting" of the Mighty Pen... just leaves of absence. If you should ever choose to come back, we'll greet you once again with open arms.

Hmmm... Well, when I registered for the Archmage Universal Bulletin Boards a while back, I noticed a sort of lack of villainous characters... So I decided to create a dragonic character minus all of the positive traits a dragon has, yet retaining the selfish and greedy elements common in most red dragons. First species that came to mind was the wyvern, which just sorta stuck from that point onward...

From within the crate that Rune had stood upon when giving her public declaration and apology, Wyvern snickers to himself silently and awaits the appropriate moment to make his appearence. The lizard hides patiently inside the large box until Yui has finished making her reassuring speech, at which point he decides that it's time to take action. Wyv jumps to his feet expecting to crash right through the top of the box and startle everyone... but in the process fails to take into account that the interior of the crate had been secured with a coat of iron sheeting. The result is that the overgrown lizard bangs his head rather hard on the interior of the box, causing a miniscule dent on the top of it before falling back down to his initial position and writhing in pain. Rune, Yui, and Vlad all turn towards the crate... swearing they heard some sort of a sound from it. The three writers raise their brows as a small, insignificant cry for help begins emanating from the box... "...hhheeeellllp meeee.... *sob* ...I caaaan't get oooouuuuuut... *sob*" Cautiously approaching the box, Vlad and Yui pry it open while Rune curiously trails behind. Once the lid has been lifted, Wyvern sluggishly crawls out of the crate, rubbing his aching head and quietly cursing to himself. Once the overgrown lizard has gotten back onto his feet, he strikes the most heroic pose he can muster (which actually seemed more villanous than heroic) and exclaims: "Indeed, Rune, as Yui said: you needn't worry about knowing technical terminology for posting on these boards. In fact, many people may actually prefer recieving simple words of praise and acknowledgement as opposed to analysis... there's no better way of knowing your being read and appreciated!" Wyvern then clears his throat, takes out a container of kerosene and a lighter, and proudly exclaims: "Just to back up Yui's statements, I have decided to run a demonstration of how I can char rude people with my Almost Dragonic flames! Behold!" With that, Wyvern gives a signal and a curtain in a far corner of the room opens to reveal the commercial rap celebrity Ja Rule, who has been bound in chains and is wearing a sign around his neck that reads "Rude Person". Wyvern cackles with glee as the rap star is brought to the center of the stage, and rubs his scaly palms together in anticipation. The reptilian Elder then picks up his kerosene and lighter, turns to Rune, and explains: "While I can't actually breath flames like other lizards of my brethren, Yui is certainly not lying when she notes that my flames are 'Almost Dragonic!'" Wyvern points to the brand names of the lighter and the kerosene. "As you can see, this is an "Almost Dragonic Lighter ™" accompanied by an "Almost Dragonic Container ™" filled with "Almost Dragonic Kerosene ®". Remember to always buy "Almost Dragonic" products... Sure, they may be three times as expensive as other stuff out there, but they more than make up for it in gimmicky name value... Errrr... I mean quality!" Wyvern then grabs the microphone from the stand, turns to Ja Rule, and exclaims: "Any last words, Mr. Rule?!" Ja Rule foams at the mouth, growls, and then shouts at the top of his lungs in a needlessly loud and hoarse voice: "[CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED], MUUUUURRRRRRDDDDDAAAA!!!!! [CENSORED] [CENSORED] MUUUUURRRRRRRDDDDDDAAAAA!!! [CENSORED]!" After Ja Rule has made his "declaration", Wyvern grins evilly and takes out his lighter to do the dirty work. Unfortunatly, as the lighter is "Almost Dragonic Brand", it takes Wyv several hundred tries before he can get it to spark a flame... and by the time he's managed to do so, all of the kerosene has leaked out of his defective "Almost Dragonic" container onto his feet! Fortunatly, the "Almost Dragonic" kerosene turns out to be defective as well, and the overgrown lizard isn't burnt... Unfortunately, Ja Rule manages to escape once again to corrupt the youth of society... Thoroughly embarassed, Wyvern bows to Rune and Yui before rushing from the scene, wiping kerosene from his claws as he does so... P.S: I'd love to see you actively posting with us, Rune.

A very original and well executed piece, Crowgirl. I can definitely see it being acted out on stage, which I'm certain would enhance its message even further. Well done! P.S: As Peredhil pointed out, you may want to edit some of the spelling in the "Pain" and "Okay" segments.

I just got around to reading "The Soldier and the Maiden", RIval, and wanted to say that I enjoyed it immensely. I find your superfluous style of speaking directly to the reader both original and entertaining, and think that your short, concise sentences offer a rapidly paced yet suspensefull read. Unlike Gyrfalcon, I liked the fact that you didn't give the name of the sinister book after the buildup describing it, due to your own fear of the consequences. In reading the story, I get a vision of you as a bard telling the tale to an attentitive group of listeners huddled quietly in a tavern of some sort. Of course, writing a story in this style does have a few disadvantages, one of them being that the reader can never take the story totally seriously as they know before hand that it's intended as high fantasy. In terms of possible improvements: the scene in which Ryon awaits the dreaded Maiden and hears the cries of the soldiers around him came across as rather funny to me as opposed to disturbing (though perhaps it was intended this way?). If you do want to make it more suspenseful and disturbing, I might recommend changing some of the exclamations, particularly "get this arm off me!" and "Is that an eye?" The one other thing I didn't really like is how you left the names of the fantasy countries up to the reader... Once again, great read! I recommend those that haven't gotten to reading this tale yet to do so as soon as possible. We can be expecting some more of your writing on these boards, I hope...? On a side note, I'm trying to put my finger on it... is that pic below your name from "Lain"? Good stuff!

Tasslehof, No need to worry, you certainly haven't missed the contest by any means as the closing date for it is actually February 6th, which still gives you plenty of time to write an entry. Read the beginning of this thread to find out what it's about, and post here if you have any more questions about it. Peace, Wyv~

Wyvern the almost dragonic Elder of Initiates jumps up gleefully from his seat, overwhelmed with the idea of gaining the privelege of becoming a bus boy... The position entitled semi-expensive cloths, using people's cars in the valet parking lot, and perhaps even occasionally giving back massages to beautifull women... Hissing sinisterly and getting a bloody nose as his thoughts run astray, the overgrown lizard loudly clears his throat, coughs up a few ashes, and then brashly exclaims: I want my customized title to be: "Rich, handsome, powerfull, greedy, scaly, red, God-like Hater of Melba and Lizard!" Melba rubs her forehead at the sound of Wyvern's voice, then grits her teeth and responds: "Wyvern... not only is that a ridiculously long and irrelevent title, but you're also an Elder... you should be one of the people distributing titles, not asking for them!" Upon hearing this, Wyvern stares at the ground mumbling something and quickly takes out a handbook for bus boys, reading up on the snippers about bus boy priveleges in gaining exclusive custom titles...

The contest: The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language defines "poetic justice" as "an outcome in which virtue is rewarded and vice punished, often in an especially appropriate or ironic manner." As the title of my new compilation CD suggests, poetic justice is one of the central themes of the CD and plays a major roll in its messages... The task I ask of you, the contestants, is to write any piece of writing about (or in some way incorporating) the concept of poetic justice. The piece of writing can be a story, a poem, or anything else that inspires you, just so long as it incorporates the topic. Note that poetic justice does not have to be an outcome in which both virtue AND vice are rewarded accordingly, but can also be about either if you want. Entries will be judged on the basis of effort, creativity, and quality writing. ------------------------------------------------------- The contest ends February 6th. No entries will be taken or considered after that date. This thread should only contain entries submitted to the contest, all other things about "Poetic Justice" should be posted in the thread entitled "Poetic Justice", located [link=pub79.ezboard.com/fthemightypenfrm0.showMessage?topicID=276.topic newwindow]here[/link].

Announcement: Just to let everybody know, all of the copies of "Poetic Justice" have been created and are ready to be shipped! Of course, they won't be sent out until well into February since that's when the contest ends, but I just wanted everyone to know that they've been created and will be resting quietly at my dorm room until February. I'm genuinely pleased with how the artwork and layout came out, and think those who recieve copies will certainly be in for a treat... There are currently 3 copies to be won. Another note: while all comments are greatly appreciated, remember to try and keep them to this thread... If lots of people begin posting comments as well as contest entries in the "Poetic Justice - Contest Entries" thread, I'm gonna have a heck of a time sorting the entries from the comments in the end... ^_^' Thanks to everyone who is interested in this contest and has commented! ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "If it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense" - Triple Seis, "Glamour Life" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.

The deadline for contest entries is officialy set for the 6th of February, so that the compilations can be shipped to the winners by Valentine's Day. This gives you quite a bit of time to write entries, but definitely keep the contest in mind over that course of time. The number of CDs to be won is still yet to be decided, though it seems most likely to be 3 at this moment, like my last contest. More updates as they come... ------------------------------ Almost a Dragon... "If it doesn't make dollars then it doesn't make sense" - Triple Seis, "Glamour Life" Owner of the Decanter of Endless Booze.