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Lesson learned (though I’ll make the same mistake again): long word limits and short deadlines are a dangerous combination. Or maybe it was just poor timing. That’s not to say these stories were “bad,” by any means, but there was a lot more room for at least three of them to blossom.
One did blossom, though, to the tune of a triple-gold.
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I thought I had this great new challenge idea, but as I thought more about it, I realized it’s essentially slightly-changed wording to an old favorite of mine. But let’s toss someone into the jury room first…
Vote One: Matt Novak. “You’re carrying a big gun in this game. You can’t fault me for respecting your shot.”
Vote Two: Christina Pepper. “Not because I want to, and not because she’s the biggest threat. No, I’m voting for her because the biggest threats in this game are the hidden strategists, not the writers. That’s always really the way of it. I wanted Vogons to vogon, but that’s not how it’s going to be. Maybe this works. Maybe it doesn’t. But it’s the game the strategists brought. And whether this works or not, everyone left is a real player. Everyone. And everyone else should know that about each other. As of right now, if I were on the jury, there isn’t a single person I wouldn’t vote for. History means squat, and that’s the way it should be. Because this game right here? No matter how this vote goes, no matter how little I actually know, no matter how honest anyone has been with each other… this game just became a real game of survivor.”
Vote Three: Matt Novak. “With no smart ass comments, Novak.”
Vote Four: Christina Pepper. “Sorry, lady. Mad respect.”
Vote Five: Matt Novak.
3 for Novak and 2 for Pepper heading under the jump…
Damn, yo. I can’t keep throwing these word limits at you in the short term – predictably, most of you used as many words as possible – but this one produced results. I know some of you are backlogged and some avoid reading these altogether for whatever reason, but just do it for once, okay? You owe yourself these stories.
Onward, final thirteen.
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Alright, Survivors. In the wake of our second write-off we still have two new players, three women, three editors, one published author, one mermaid, a couple of former winners and many more players only in their second or third game.
I know what you’re thinking at this point of the game, and after that list: did he just say there was a mermaid playing? I know what else you’re thinking: is it time for the merge?
Nope, it’s not. We can’t be far off, for sure, but it doesn’t happen here.
Remember, your due date is Thursday the 24th at 1pm Central and you get…sigh…1500 words. It’s about a group of characters working toward a common goal, though one is secretly working against the goal.
This should hopefully be the last time I have to pitch a challenge days in advance. Also, you can be near damn certain that results won’t be up on Thursday, because besides the obvious word count thing, it’s not the best day for me (Friday should be great, but this particular Thursday is much better for DK).
By the 26th, we’ll get together again, eliminate someone, and maybe merge or maybe not. Cheers, Survivors.
To work around another vacation, Survivor faithful, I’ve got your next challenge lined up for you. Rather than work through a couple of short ones, though, I’m going to give you a lot of days and a lot of words for this one. In fact, you’ll get so many words that you should definitely not expect results that day.
These will be due Thursday the 24th at 1pm Central. Remember the early hour, Leif. I’m thinking results are likely to go up Friday night, given all our schedules, and I’ll hope to not push it back a day further.
For this one, you write about characters all working toward a common goal. However, there is one character secretly working against the goal. You have 1500 words to tell this particular story, and now you know why I make no promises about when results are going up.
You should also not read this as proof that we will or won’t be merging at thirteen. You’ll find that out after the next elimination.
Cheers, Survivors.
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