LAST POST WINS

[targetman377]

LOL!!! you did not let me win this game.

[subtleknifewield]

Ah, I see what you mean then

[tzor]

Hey, I wrote a crappy novel too. And two crappy plays as well. Do you still do that thing every year?

Yes. I would like to say that I write original novels, but that's not entirely true. However, by the time I hash together the novel, it might as well be original. The novel I'm planning for November is a Atlas Shrugged inspired novel that is also inspired by James Blish's "Cities in Flight." I even invert the whole Dominique / Howard thing by having the female be physically strong (a hockey goaltender in college) and the male somewhat of a nerd, but that is from the Fountainhead, and ... yes I'm really kit bashing here.

[subtleknifewield]

Sounds like fun.

[targetman377]

SO THE OTHER DAY DAY.... i look i won the game!!!!

[tzor]

The Incredibly Adventurous Island of the Blue Booted Bobbies

Spoiler

George Stanley was a wealthy man of noble lineage who lived a plain, if not generally noble life in the quaint town of Penzance near the south western tip of England. By the time he had reached the age of eighteen, he had been schooled in all the necessities of a person of his station and was, at least in his own opinion, lacking in but one thing. It seems that in living an otherwise well but mediocre life of luxury he was generally and almost completely bored.

This is not exactly the perfect model of the ideal Englishman. At the age of eighteen, as a result of the death of her father, the great Queen of England, Queen Victoria rose to the throne some twelve years before George’s eighteenth birthday. Unfortunately, his chances of ascending to a position of power because of the death of his father seemed extremely remote, seeing that his father was in no real position of power and in no condition of dying anytime soon.

The horrible thought of continuing his education in the otherwise normal but rather dull halls of a university was put aside from a brief but small advertisement he saw in the local newspaper. Gold, it was claimed, had been found in some distant place called “California.” He had no idea what a “California” was of for that matter, where it was, but if there was gold to be found, it should be found by a proper Englishman.

(National Novel Writing Month 2014 Winner)

Now I am the winner!

[targetman377]

i liked the story... not the fact that you are winning...

[subtleknifewield]

Except he's not winning...and neither are you. D:

[tzor]

Slow and steady wins the race.

[jonesthecurl]

O..................................................................................................................................K.

[subtleknifewield]

Constant wins the race!

[jonesthecurl]

Do you have her phone number?

[subtleknifewield]

No, I gave her mine, she said she'd call back...

[targetman377]

and she never callled

[subtleknifewield]

Yeah D:

[tzor]

My thoughts go back to a heavenly dance
A moment of bliss we spent
Our hearts were filled with a song of romance
As into the night we went
And sang to our hearts' content

The song is ended
But the melody lingers on
You and the song are gone
But the melody lingers on

The night was splendid
And the melody seemed to say
"summer will pass away
Take your happiness while you may"

There 'neath the light of the moon
We sang a love song that ended too soon

The moon descended
And I found with the break of dawn
You and the song had gone
But the melody lingers on

[targetman377]

dam that sucks

[jonesthecurl]

This game is ended but the losers linger on...

[subtleknifewield]

Consider the game revived for one last post.

Also nice song, Tzor

[targetman377]

are u sure its over?

[subtleknifewield]

Of course it is!

[ptlowe]

#winning

[subtleknifewield]

Correction, losing :V

[ptlowe]

#victory

[subtleknifewield]

#defeat