Fan Fic Contest - Are you the best writer?

[SheapCreaper]

I do wish I could justify participating, but right now, I'm stuck writing far too many things that I have little interest in. Three cheers for school. Today alone, I have eight assignments that need my attention. Believe me, though. I will be back. Just not today.

Good luck to all!

[TGRF]

*Sigh* Right, so the only definite promise that we have is from @Bro-man
What's the ETA on this?
~TGRF, who has by now largely forgotten his entry.
P.S. Just finished writing the first draft of my next fan fiction.

[Bro-man]

Sorry about that. I had a bunch of work all week and was not able to get a chance to put work into my story. I think I can work on it tomorrow and turn it in. Don't worry, I'm not dead yet.

[TheAverageFan]

Most excellent--I believe Dysole said he might have something in the works too. Otherwise I can commence judging once Bro-Man's story is in.

~TAF, ready to write again.

[TheAverageFan]

In the spirit of the typical Prompt length and my Spring Break, I'll give you a week after Bro-Man posts his story. Unless you ask for more time later, then I'll postpone it longer...

~TAF, hypothetically.

[Marro_Warlord]

I *may* have time to create a story. Hopefully, I could get it done shortly. It's going to be a short fic anyway. About 3-5 days, and it should be up.

[TheAverageFan]

Well if you get get it done by the end of next week it should be fine. Finally some competition!

~TAF

[Marro_Warlord]

Originally Posted by TheAverageFan

Well if you get get it done by the end of next week it should be fine. Finally some competition!

~TAF

Aiming for about Wednesday. Should be up earlier.

[Marro_Warlord]

It has finally been finished! I present to you...

The Tale of the Flooded Citadel

Spoiler Alert!

The Tale Of The Flooded Citadel
By Marro_Warlord

The eighteen all heard the messenger’s cry,
That they were surely all to die.
They were to prepare a last stand,
From the armies of the damned,
Whose soldiers were approaching in sight.

“Build some barricades!” a knight with a flag shouted.
The other knights obeyed,
Their champion not to be doubted.
They laid down their shields and swords as they got to work,
Hauling long wooden planks into position.
Boarding up holes like a fine network,
The hordes were approaching faster and faster,
The knight’s barricades soon became a blur.

Eight minutemen standing tall,
Teetered on the edge of a ruin,
But not one did fall.
A big Scottish man barked,
“Help the knights finish the defenses!”
The minutemen ran, as their work began to start.

The damned armies were on the move,
This battle they could not lose.
The ruined fort came into sight,
Now was their chance to strike.

The eighteen men of Jandar looked out on the horizon,
The Marro hordes thundered toward their bastion.
The knights and their champions pressed themselves against the door,
Knowing it would break and push them to the floor.
The minutemen on the wall aimed at their enemy.
“Wait… Wait… Wait… Now! Fire!”
Their aim was true,
For every bullet struck a Marro,
As they fell into the fresh morning dew.

It was not enough to stop the hordes,
As they continued to rush on forward.
The Marro shot at the reloading minutemen,
As only three fell to the ground, dead.
The remaining five shot back,
The Marro only took a little bit of the flak.

Soon no more minutemen remained,
As all their lives had been claimed.
The knights stopped the door from collapsing,
But the legions of Marro never stopped coming.

A foot burst through the heavy door,
Trampling two knights on it’s way to the floor.
The remaining six took up battle positions quickly,
Against the giant beast.

He broke through the wall,
Sending rubble at two knights,
Who flew like ragdolls.
The last four valiantly protected their champions to the end,
Which came quickly,
As the knights couldn’t protect their friends.
The champions readied themselves,
Hacking at the giant’s leg.

The leg stamped,
Sending them flying into the wall.
They tried to stand,
But the Scottish man was stabbed.
A strangling cry came from his throat,
As a twisting spear put an end to his life swiftly.

The last man raised his flag,
Screaming as he charged.
He stabbed into countless bodies,
But there were too many.
A spear pierced his armor,
Energy blasts shocked his body,
He fell to the ground.
He shrieked shrilly,
As the foot landed onto his body.
His armor buckled,
He could feel the pain.
It was too much.

The last champion made no motion,
All life was drained from his body.
The Marro left,
Their task completed.

Days later,
The signs of battle were still there.
The bodies of the men never disappeared.
It will never be forgotten,
What happened at the Flooded Citadel.

Enjoy!

[TheAverageFan]

"Aiming for Wednesday" = posts about 4 hours later? Talk about ahead of schedule...

Okay, let's see here...

Post-reading Edit: Ah, a poem, and a good one at that! I usually don't enjoy poetry, but I liked this one quite a bit, so you know that's saying a lot! Will it best TGRF's entry or the coming challenger(s)? Only time will tell!

~TAF

[Marro_Warlord]

I was actually able to get a solid idea out pretty fast. I'm like the mechanic. "It's going to take 10 hours" = "It's going to take 5 hours, but if something goes wrong it'll take 10."

[TheAverageFan]

Well, it's Saturday and we got 2 entries. Any word or update on the other stories' progress? Do you guys need more time?

~TAF