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aphanon_meme) wrote2009-05-14 10:17 pm
aphanon_meme) wrote2009-05-14 10:17 pm
Challenge Post (Challenge Ends After Part 14)
part 10 challenge
The Challenge:
Challenge entries are to be anything creative - a story, a drawing, a poem, a song, etc etc - that centers on, was inspired by, or is about something from any part of the anon meme. Your favorite moment, some memorable wank, a weird thread, you name it! So there's no end to what your entry can include.
Rules:
1) Entries must be posted as a comment to this challenge post, not to Part 10 of the meme.
2) Entries can be posted anonymously or as a logged-in comment.
3) While there is no minimum word count or rule regarding how 'professional/finished looking' any entries be, entries should be your best effort! :)
4) When posting your challenge entry, please follow the following format:
Subject line of your comment: "Challenge Entry (art/fic/song/etc) (A Title)"
You may include comments about your entry in the body of your comment if you'd like.
5) You may enter up to two entries for this challenge. This goes for both logged in and anonymous.
6) You have until Part 14 is maxed to post your entry here. After Part 10 is maxed, I will gather up the entries and create a poll post. A prize is still being worked out, hopefully I can think of something neat!
Anything else:
-This post, while on the anon meme, is strictly for posting challenge entries and any resulting comments (feedback, etc) - not for general anon meme use!
If you have any questions about the challenge, feel free to ask on Part 10 (you should probably put something like 'question about challenge' as your comment subject so I notice) or message me.
Have fun!
The Challenge:
Challenge entries are to be anything creative - a story, a drawing, a poem, a song, etc etc - that centers on, was inspired by, or is about something from any part of the anon meme. Your favorite moment, some memorable wank, a weird thread, you name it! So there's no end to what your entry can include.
Rules:
1) Entries must be posted as a comment to this challenge post, not to Part 10 of the meme.
2) Entries can be posted anonymously or as a logged-in comment.
3) While there is no minimum word count or rule regarding how 'professional/finished looking' any entries be, entries should be your best effort! :)
4) When posting your challenge entry, please follow the following format:
Subject line of your comment: "Challenge Entry (art/fic/song/etc) (A Title)"
You may include comments about your entry in the body of your comment if you'd like.
5) You may enter up to two entries for this challenge. This goes for both logged in and anonymous.
6) You have until Part 14 is maxed to post your entry here. After Part 10 is maxed, I will gather up the entries and create a poll post. A prize is still being worked out, hopefully I can think of something neat!
Anything else:
-This post, while on the anon meme, is strictly for posting challenge entries and any resulting comments (feedback, etc) - not for general anon meme use!
If you have any questions about the challenge, feel free to ask on Part 10 (you should probably put something like 'question about challenge' as your comment subject so I notice) or message me.
Have fun!
Challenge Entry (fic) (Television Melts the Brain 1/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-05-25 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)-----
Sealand flipped through the channels; why wasn't anything ever on at this hour! All because stupid jerk England wouldn't splurge for the TiVo he wanted ("We could watch anything we wanted! Whenever!"), now he was stuck with... nothing. Stopping on one show that looked promising, Sealand blinked his eyes and tried to follow what the American host of some weird new reality show was saying but - he spoke so fast. "So basically," he caught, "you gotta guess a number, and the person who guesses closest gets to climb the rope ladder first! Whoever does this fastest is the one to pick who the two worst--"
Sealand changed channels, hoping there was something, anything, better on... maybe - an explosion caught his attention, and his finger paused on the remote buttons as the camera panned and showed a comical close-up on the poor Austrian host who looked ready to rip someone to shreds. "Who the hell," he was saying, "put fucking gun powder in that?!" Apparently it was live TV. "I swear to everything holy, if this isn't fixed--" but he was unable to continue as suddenly, Sealand's television turned a nice shade of blue and bold, black letters appeared at the bottom of the screen, stating the show was currently suffering some technical difficulties, and not a few seconds after Sealand had finished reading a commercial for viagra was playing very loudly, and Sealand hurridly changed to something else before England came down and freaked. Plus those commercials were weird.
"-- this beautiful, authentic Tiffany look-alike," a leering albino said to the camera, "is something that you really do not want to go without! Look at the fucking diamonds on this thing, man -- oh, we're not aloud to say fucking?"
"Have you ever been sitting at home, sending letters and licking stamps and wondering to yourself, 'why am I always licking stamps? I wish there was some way that I could just get someone to lick them for me'? Well, now you don't have to wonder, because for just-- h-hey, Mr. Camera-man, I'm over here! No, what are you doing you're supposed to be focusing on me the show isn't done--"
"--econd letter comes from a Feliks in Poland, who asks: 'Dear Feli - what do you do when you're like, uber upset over things? 'Cause like, my friends have been like totally avoiding me lately, and I've tried asking them what's up but they just say it's nothing, even though I know it's like, definitely not nothing. And also, it's so cool that like, our names are almost the same!' Well, I would believe that what they're saying is the truth! Maybe they just need their own space right now, or something is going on, and they'll tell you about it when they're ready! But in the meantime, make sure you stay happy, so rent some nice videos and make yourself comfort food, like pasta! If you have family you can be with, hang out with them; the most important thing I've learned is the family is--"
Challenge Entry (fic) (Television Melts the Brain 2/2)
(Anonymous) 2009-05-25 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)"You asshole," came a new voice, and a well-dressed, Italian-suited man was filling his screen, "I don't give a fuck about you or your feelings-- get the fuck off my show!" A cowering girl holding some burnt macaroni ran off, and the chefs assistant, or whatever he was called, stepped up beside him. "Dios mio, Romano, what have I told you about that? You can't be so mean to people!" Romano, as he was called, scoffed, "I can do whatever the fuck I want, this is my fucking show, and I'm an amazing fucking chef and my opinion is amazing, goddamnit!"
Turning the TV off, Sealand muttered something about bossy buggers and how when he was King of the World, he would boss all those bossy people around, and wouldn't he show them. For now, though, maybe it was best to just go to bed. Nothing good was ever on at this time, anyway.