Maybe its exactly 500 words :3
Finished The Challenge VIII - The Diamond Isles - Game Over! Congrats!
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Maybe its exactly 500 words :3
exactly 500
And I'm the judge.
I expect greatness!
I expect greatness!
How's the salad going challengers?
Which dressing do you want with it?
Seems I made a good choice
Story time!
Team Chapera
Team Ogakor
Team Dabu
Ogakor scores first.
Chapera scores second.
Dabu scores third.
Team Dabu will need to vote someone for elimination.
@Epist | @Celever | @mirdo @NinjaPenguin | @thegrovylekid | @rainyman123
Team Chapera
Captain Cabbage took a deep breath before setting foot on the island shore. He thought back on everything he had sacrificed to get this far - his crew, his doubloons, and worst of all, his favorite pair of slippers. He quickly discarded these thoughts, for he sought a treasure even greater than his beloved footwear.
Now, the path ahead of him was clear. Cabbage made his way across the beach, his feet burning against the diamond sands. He passed the remains of those who had perished before him, but paid them no mind. All that mattered was reaching his goal.
The scriptures described a giant cavern in the deepest parts of the isles. This was the destination that Cabbage rapidly was heading towards.
***
Cabbage was standing outside an opening in the crystal mountainside. He did not know how much time had passed since he arrived at the island. He could have been walking for five minutes, or several hours. The flow of time had long since been forgotten by him. The ancient aura that was exuding from the entrance let Cabbage know that he had found the place he was looking for.
As he passed through the cave entrance, all sounds that could be heard from outside; the wind rustling the leaves on the nearby trees, the wildlife that was able to survive on the isles and the distant sound of waves crashing against cliffs, all suddenly vanished, as if being erased from the world. The only thing that he could hear was his own ragged breathing, and the faint sound of dripping water from somewhere nearby.
The light entering the cavern grew dimmer the further Cabbage descended, until all he could see was the darkness that surrounded him. As he stumbled further ahead, his eyes slowly started adjusting, allowing him to distinguish the shape of the passage.
Finally, Cabbage entered a larger room, and the sound of water got louder. His eyes had now grown so accustomed to the lack of light that he was able to make out most of the cave in front of him. In the middle of the room, a small lake had been created by the water that was flowing out of a hole in the cavern wall. Across the lake, an island was raised over the water, and on top of it, a large chest was resting.
He made his way down to the water and began swimming. A current grabbed him, but he was able to grab onto a branch that was growing out of the cliff. Holding onto it, he safely made it across the lake and crawled up on the island. He approached the chest and forced it open.
There it was! Wrapped up neatly in a plastic container, the coleslaw was waiting for him. He grabbed it and placed it in his bag. From his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and crossed over the word ‘coleslaw’.
Let’s see. Next up is the bread, Cabbage thought to himself.
Now, the path ahead of him was clear. Cabbage made his way across the beach, his feet burning against the diamond sands. He passed the remains of those who had perished before him, but paid them no mind. All that mattered was reaching his goal.
The scriptures described a giant cavern in the deepest parts of the isles. This was the destination that Cabbage rapidly was heading towards.
***
Cabbage was standing outside an opening in the crystal mountainside. He did not know how much time had passed since he arrived at the island. He could have been walking for five minutes, or several hours. The flow of time had long since been forgotten by him. The ancient aura that was exuding from the entrance let Cabbage know that he had found the place he was looking for.
As he passed through the cave entrance, all sounds that could be heard from outside; the wind rustling the leaves on the nearby trees, the wildlife that was able to survive on the isles and the distant sound of waves crashing against cliffs, all suddenly vanished, as if being erased from the world. The only thing that he could hear was his own ragged breathing, and the faint sound of dripping water from somewhere nearby.
The light entering the cavern grew dimmer the further Cabbage descended, until all he could see was the darkness that surrounded him. As he stumbled further ahead, his eyes slowly started adjusting, allowing him to distinguish the shape of the passage.
Finally, Cabbage entered a larger room, and the sound of water got louder. His eyes had now grown so accustomed to the lack of light that he was able to make out most of the cave in front of him. In the middle of the room, a small lake had been created by the water that was flowing out of a hole in the cavern wall. Across the lake, an island was raised over the water, and on top of it, a large chest was resting.
He made his way down to the water and began swimming. A current grabbed him, but he was able to grab onto a branch that was growing out of the cliff. Holding onto it, he safely made it across the lake and crawled up on the island. He approached the chest and forced it open.
There it was! Wrapped up neatly in a plastic container, the coleslaw was waiting for him. He grabbed it and placed it in his bag. From his pocket, he pulled out a piece of paper and crossed over the word ‘coleslaw’.
Let’s see. Next up is the bread, Cabbage thought to himself.
Team Ogakor
“Hey, I’m home.”
Adam was lounging on the couch, but he sat up and paused his game when he heard my voice. “Did you remember to get—”
“Half ‘hot and spicy’ and half ‘original recipe’, as always.” I dropped the bag down on the table and hung up my keys. “Just because I forgot that one time…”
“It’s okay babe, thank you.” He kissed my cheek on his way towards the food, flipping open the bag and pulling out a small Styrofoam container. “Huh, did you ask for coleslaw?”
I grimaced. “Of course not. Why, did they give us some?”
Adam shrugged and handed the dish over. Sure enough, there in the individual-sized dish under the semi-transparent lid was an unappetizing mass of orange, green, and cream that could only be one thing. I sighed. “I knew I should have checked the back before I left, but there was a long line and they were so busy…”
“Eh, there’s plenty more in here, maybe they just tossed it in on accident.” Adam continued digging through the bag. “As long as I have my mac and cheese I’m…”
I glanced over at him as his voice trailed off. He was pulling another container out of the bag, this time a larger one. He flipped open the lid in disgust and rolled his eyes. Another mash of carrots and cabbage mixed in with slimy dressing.
He slammed the container down on the table. “That’s it, I’m going back there.”
He was reaching for the keys when I laid a hand gently on his arm. “Come on, really? It’ll take you a half hour to get there in this traffic. It’s not worth it. Here, I’ll make you some of the box stuff while we eat the chicken, would that be okay?”
“Alright...” Adam was sulking, but I could see he didn’t feel like waiting another hour for his food. “I suppose I don’t really need to eat more carbs anyway. Mind if I keep playing my game until your show comes on?”
“Sure, I’ve got my book.” Adam grabbed his bucket and I went to dig through the bag for my own food only to pull out two more individual containers of coleslaw. “Seriously, though, I know they were busy, but that’s no excuse for this big of a nashville hot chicken up.”
I was just about to open my own container of chicken tenders when Adam spoke up again. “Honey, you’re not going to believe this…”
Intrigued, I grabbed the box and walked over to the couch. Resting on Adam’s hand was a perfectly formed drumstick… made entirely of coleslaw. Peering over into his box, my mouth dropped open. Coleslaw thigh, another coleslaw drumstick, a small pile of coleslaw chicken wings. Each carefully constructed and perfectly shaped.
“I don’t believe it…” I opened my own box and stared dumbfounded at the manufactured strips of coleslaw nestled within. Stuck into the middle one was a small sign taped to a toothpick: ‘I ♥ coleslaw’.
Adam was lounging on the couch, but he sat up and paused his game when he heard my voice. “Did you remember to get—”
“Half ‘hot and spicy’ and half ‘original recipe’, as always.” I dropped the bag down on the table and hung up my keys. “Just because I forgot that one time…”
“It’s okay babe, thank you.” He kissed my cheek on his way towards the food, flipping open the bag and pulling out a small Styrofoam container. “Huh, did you ask for coleslaw?”
I grimaced. “Of course not. Why, did they give us some?”
Adam shrugged and handed the dish over. Sure enough, there in the individual-sized dish under the semi-transparent lid was an unappetizing mass of orange, green, and cream that could only be one thing. I sighed. “I knew I should have checked the back before I left, but there was a long line and they were so busy…”
“Eh, there’s plenty more in here, maybe they just tossed it in on accident.” Adam continued digging through the bag. “As long as I have my mac and cheese I’m…”
I glanced over at him as his voice trailed off. He was pulling another container out of the bag, this time a larger one. He flipped open the lid in disgust and rolled his eyes. Another mash of carrots and cabbage mixed in with slimy dressing.
He slammed the container down on the table. “That’s it, I’m going back there.”
He was reaching for the keys when I laid a hand gently on his arm. “Come on, really? It’ll take you a half hour to get there in this traffic. It’s not worth it. Here, I’ll make you some of the box stuff while we eat the chicken, would that be okay?”
“Alright...” Adam was sulking, but I could see he didn’t feel like waiting another hour for his food. “I suppose I don’t really need to eat more carbs anyway. Mind if I keep playing my game until your show comes on?”
“Sure, I’ve got my book.” Adam grabbed his bucket and I went to dig through the bag for my own food only to pull out two more individual containers of coleslaw. “Seriously, though, I know they were busy, but that’s no excuse for this big of a nashville hot chicken up.”
I was just about to open my own container of chicken tenders when Adam spoke up again. “Honey, you’re not going to believe this…”
Intrigued, I grabbed the box and walked over to the couch. Resting on Adam’s hand was a perfectly formed drumstick… made entirely of coleslaw. Peering over into his box, my mouth dropped open. Coleslaw thigh, another coleslaw drumstick, a small pile of coleslaw chicken wings. Each carefully constructed and perfectly shaped.
“I don’t believe it…” I opened my own box and stared dumbfounded at the manufactured strips of coleslaw nestled within. Stuck into the middle one was a small sign taped to a toothpick: ‘I ♥ coleslaw’.
Team Dabu
Aunt Bessie sliced through a head of red cabbage with her trusty Ginsu knife, purchased years ago from QVC. She added the ingredients for her famous coleslaw one after another, while humming a hymnal tune from her childhood. The classic mixture of mayonnaise, cabbage, spices, and apple cider vinegar came together quickly as her wrinkled fingers moved swiftly. Despite her age, Bessie could still prepare her favorites. As the coleslaw neared completion, memories of her late husband Harold, who couldn’t get enough of her cooking, flooded her mind. She soon found herself drawn to the memory of the day he left her life in ‘93, while attempting to herd their Holsteins into the barn. A tear strolled down her cheek as she stirred the bowl and stared out at a now empty field where the herd used to graze. She blamed herself for not helping him get the herd across the river that strolls through their property, from which his body was never recovered. She regretted not being able to give him a Christian burial like he deserved. Tears welling in her eyes, she spooned the coleslaw into a fancy decorative bowl Harold had purchased while on deployment in West Germany. Her gaze was drawn to the detailed curves and swirls that made the bowl one of her most prized possessions, and she held it tight with one hand while pouring the coleslaw in. Glancing at her grandmother's porcelain clock, she wondered why her family had not arrived yet, as they were rarely late for a meal. She placed the coleslaw in the middle of the table and stared outside the window, waiting for them to come.
As the sun started to descend behind the large oak tree that dominated her front yard, Bessie’s family pulled up together in a ‘91 Dodge Caravan. All of her grandchildren were coming except for Johnny, who was preparing for the state baseball championship the next day. Her daughter Susan was first out of the van, followed by her son Allan. Allan opened the screen door and walked in with a small package and a huge grin. "Grandma, I brought a gift for you," Allan gleefully said.
"For me? Should I open it now?" Bessie inquired.
"Sure!"
Bessie opened the package to discover a faded picture of her and Harold at the ’69 state fair. They were sitting at a table with a plaid tablecloth, eating barbecue and coleslaw. "Thank you so much sweetie," Bessie remarked as her son Tyler and his daughters Mary and Betsy kissed her cheek as they entered next.
"Grandma, I have a gift for you too!" Mary shouted.
"Where?" Bessie asked.
"Outside," Mary chuckled. Bessie hobbled outside, where she saw an old man holding a bouquet of flowers. His eyes were the same shade of green as her late husband’s, and his face was curled up into a familiar smile.
“Is that who I think it is?" Bessie could barely breathe as she cried out "Harold, is that you?"
As the sun started to descend behind the large oak tree that dominated her front yard, Bessie’s family pulled up together in a ‘91 Dodge Caravan. All of her grandchildren were coming except for Johnny, who was preparing for the state baseball championship the next day. Her daughter Susan was first out of the van, followed by her son Allan. Allan opened the screen door and walked in with a small package and a huge grin. "Grandma, I brought a gift for you," Allan gleefully said.
"For me? Should I open it now?" Bessie inquired.
"Sure!"
Bessie opened the package to discover a faded picture of her and Harold at the ’69 state fair. They were sitting at a table with a plaid tablecloth, eating barbecue and coleslaw. "Thank you so much sweetie," Bessie remarked as her son Tyler and his daughters Mary and Betsy kissed her cheek as they entered next.
"Grandma, I have a gift for you too!" Mary shouted.
"Where?" Bessie asked.
"Outside," Mary chuckled. Bessie hobbled outside, where she saw an old man holding a bouquet of flowers. His eyes were the same shade of green as her late husband’s, and his face was curled up into a familiar smile.
“Is that who I think it is?" Bessie could barely breathe as she cried out "Harold, is that you?"
Ogakor scores first.
Chapera scores second.
Dabu scores third.
Team Dabu will need to vote someone for elimination.
@Epist | @Celever | @mirdo @NinjaPenguin | @thegrovylekid | @rainyman123
Okay, Ogakor, your story is amazing. Gave me a good laugh. Congrats on taking it!
It's actually based on a real life experience Athena had at a KFC.Okay, Ogakor, your story is amazing. Gave me a good laugh. Congrats on taking it!
Vote deadline is Saturday at 6pm PST.
and that was underwhelming...
thegrovylekid has voluntarily withdrew from the game. Because he was not voted out, he will not be able to re-enter the game.
Next coming challenge as soon as brain my thinks it.
thegrovylekid has voluntarily withdrew from the game. Because he was not voted out, he will not be able to re-enter the game.
Next coming challenge as soon as brain my thinks it.
Challenge 5: Imploding Rocks
And the old teams were no more!
We'll be playing cards! and a game of Russian Roulette!
I have with me a bag of 30 rocks. 6 are Green, 6 are Blue, 1 is red, 16 are white and 1 is black.
If you:
- Draw a white rock, you keep playing this challenge
- Draw a green rock, you join the new Dabu team
- Draw a blue rock, you join the new Chapera team
- Draw a red rock, you will not be assigned to a team. But you will not be eliminated. You will rejoin the game come Challenge 6, replacing the person eliminated from the game and joining their team. You will also receive an advantage in the game.
- Draw a black rock, you are eliminated
All 30 rocks have been pre-placed in a 30 number queue (using RNG) meaning the rock you draw will be based on where you are in the queue. But to make it fair, there are ways to alter your destiny, otherwise one person is perpetually screwed with no way of fixing it.
Each of you has one of each of the following cards in your hand:
Shuffle the Shinx: List of rocks still in the queue will be re-randomized.
Clairvoyant Kirlia: See the next three rocks in the list, sent via PM. You may then re-arrange them as you like.
Skippy Skiploom: End your turn without drawing a rock.
Agro Aipom: Pick the player that will immediately follow you in turn order, causing them to jump to the front of the turn line.
You may play multiple cards at a time, and you will always play your cards before drawing a rock.
If you have any questions, let me know.
Turn order:
As with Challenge 2, you will have 12 hours to make your turn or I will draw your rock without playing any cards.
And the old teams were no more!
We'll be playing cards! and a game of Russian Roulette!
I have with me a bag of 30 rocks. 6 are Green, 6 are Blue, 1 is red, 16 are white and 1 is black.
If you:
- Draw a white rock, you keep playing this challenge
- Draw a green rock, you join the new Dabu team
- Draw a blue rock, you join the new Chapera team
- Draw a red rock, you will not be assigned to a team. But you will not be eliminated. You will rejoin the game come Challenge 6, replacing the person eliminated from the game and joining their team. You will also receive an advantage in the game.
- Draw a black rock, you are eliminated
All 30 rocks have been pre-placed in a 30 number queue (using RNG) meaning the rock you draw will be based on where you are in the queue. But to make it fair, there are ways to alter your destiny, otherwise one person is perpetually screwed with no way of fixing it.
Each of you has one of each of the following cards in your hand:
Shuffle the Shinx: List of rocks still in the queue will be re-randomized.
Clairvoyant Kirlia: See the next three rocks in the list, sent via PM. You may then re-arrange them as you like.
Skippy Skiploom: End your turn without drawing a rock.
Agro Aipom: Pick the player that will immediately follow you in turn order, causing them to jump to the front of the turn line.
You may play multiple cards at a time, and you will always play your cards before drawing a rock.
If you have any questions, let me know.
Turn order:
As with Challenge 2, you will have 12 hours to make your turn or I will draw your rock without playing any cards.
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I love rocks!
I would like tobuy a vowel use my Clairvoyant Kirlia Card!
I would like to
I would like to phone a friend take a rock!
Alright Regis, have a green rock.
Firo has joined Dabu.
Firo has joined Dabu.
next is @rainyman123
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