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Fic challenge game (of doom and horror)!

Postby Steahl » Sun Aug 01, 2010 4:21 am

Ladies and Gentlemen, Monkeys with Keyboards, and any other Species with Opposable Thumbs, welcome to the Fic Challenge Game!

This is, oddly enough EXACTLY WHAT IT SOUNDS LIKE.

There will be a challenge issued. It can be a simple challenge such as "Give me some smut" or a complex challenge such as "I want an AU Maeda to be thrown into the Resident Evil Universe and manage to survive" (Warning: Complex challenges may not be easy for other people to answer, so if it's been a week with no answering fic, change your challenge!)

Some brave soul will write a ficlette in response posted to this thread, perhaps in multiple replies depending on length.

That brave soul will issue a new challenge!

In the event that two responses are posted at once by separate people, the person who issued the initial challenge will determine the winner and therefore which challenge is the new one.

That's it.

BRING IT ON!

Challenge: We'll start off easy. I want a Pierce (from PE2) ficlette about what he does on his day off.
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Re: Fic challenge game (of doom and horror)!

Postby Caligo » Mon Oct 25, 2010 2:11 am

To sum up Pierce's day, he would have liked to have a spare groundhog or two.... A credit to the strange new boss who'd decided to give him a day off. Normally that was a good thing.. Normally....

Waking up at half past five, the day started off normal enough. His alarm clock got it's regular beating as he tried in vain to stave off having to get up. Breakfast was ready by six and consisted of only the finest junk in his cupboards. Clothes were sorted and pearly whites where brushed as he rushed out the door and into the car..

"Ten minutes late..." He laughed, flipping his sun glasses over his eyes. "That's a new record!"

He was expecting it to be just another day at the office. Wrong. Despite the lateness the new guy was as preppy as they came. Too preppy for anyone's taste, as the nearby worker drones practically dived out of the mans way. Unable to bury his own head in a book or paper work, he was a sitting duck.

"Boss?" Pierce smiled anxiously.

"Ah Pierce. Just the man I've been looking for. Take the day off would you? I need someone to sort out some files... You can take them home, it should only take you half a day. Have the rest off... My treat"

No sooner had he agreed, the task at hand had him stuffing several boxes of archives into his already cramped little hatchback. This was more than a one man job... Yet even his car wouldn't co-operate. He really needed something like his old baby, but that would have to wait.

Back at home, unloading the boxes was an even more arduous task. Half the files blew into the neighbors yard while the other half fell onto the wet pavement or onto the road. That alone set him back two hours as he retrieved every last one, hand drying each separate page one at a time. What? Aya had done so once with a report? Looked easy enough then.

Finally able to sit down in his room, he found himself knee deep in partially dried documents and not in the mood to start sorting now. He had the whole weekend to do it anyway.

"An hour wouldn't hurt would it?" He muttered to himself, fetching a bottle of chilled cola from the refrigerator and plonking his butt on the couch. The most recent 'extreme sports' show seemed entertaining enough. The hour mark didn't even catch his attention.Two passed without much effort and finally, he moved away from the box hurting his eyes.

"You have the weekend Pierce." He reminded himself, favoring an activity of the physical kind. Took a walk, and found some interesting trails. Went for a milkshake. Looked at sunglasses but decided he liked his just fine. Rang up Aya to gloat over the day only to be chastised in case he was called in early. Nah. The new boss was cool.

By the time night came he'd had a pretty awesome day. With the promise of the weekend looming, life was sweet. Not a care in the world, he kicked off his shoes and fell back onto his comfy couch. And just when he was lulled into a false sense of security...the phone rang...

Challenge: A day in the life of lil!Eve - Before the events of PE2
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Re: Fic challenge game (of doom and horror)!

Postby Steahl » Tue Dec 21, 2010 7:55 am

The lights came on at 0700, an electric whine that woke her before the doctors could even open the door. She yawned and wiggled, unable to stretch until they released the soft restraints on her arms and legs. They kept her from 'wandering' at night. Or at least that's what they told her. "Vitals are good. Let's get her fed." The morning doctor remarked. He didn't like it when she talked so she just nodded and slipped off her bed, changing one smock for another.

Breakfast was always the same. High protein paste and compressed starches to make thin wafers that they spread the paste on. Breakfast was not her favorite meal of the day. It was fast, but it wasn't a break because they quizzed her about control protocols each day while taking her looking her over for any obvious signs of mutation. The quizzes were easy, always the same answer, but they asked anyway.

It was important she remember.

After breakfast there was running, laps upon laps on the indoor track. She wondered sometimes if they made her run extra every day because it always seemed like it was longer each day. After that came tests. That was the worst part of the day because they stuck needles in her skin. A lot of needles.

Some of them had wires attached, some of them were hollow and took blood, and some of them even wiggled and zapped her but she wasn't allowed to scream. Never allowed to that because then they made her sleep with nasty medicine and she didn't like that. So she was quiet, and held still like a good, good girl until they were all done and the needles were all put away.

Then lunch. That was her favorite meal because it meant that the lab part was over for the day. Sometimes she had soup made out of the protein paste and she got fruit and milk with her meal too. Then the morning doctor went home and the nicer doctors came in. They worried about her 'mental state' and her 'emotional health' that meant they were always nice when they talked to her and they let her talk too! They took her to the suit, and she didn't like that, but she pretended she did so they wouldn't get angry at her.

The suit...whispered at her. It made her feel things she didn't understand and it made the voice in her body louder. Plus it was dark when they put the helmet on, locking her in with all the noise.

She was always tired when she got out of the suit, maybe it was because she shivered a lot. anyway, when she was done there they let her swim in the pool and then it was a shower and back to her room for the evening. Her dinner was more paste and wafers, sometimes with a bit of candy if one of the doctors said she did a good job. Then she was allowed to color or play quietly as the doctors 'looked over data for the day'. The lights went out at 21:00, and she was 'tucked in' and strapped a few minutes before hand. The better to rest up for the next day.



Challenge: Give me a weird crossover with PE, taking place in a bar.
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Re: Fic challenge game (of doom and horror)!

Postby Arcana » Tue Dec 21, 2010 10:14 am

(Hope this was what you meant by crossover. Otherwise I've royally messed up)

First it was bottles that were being thrown at the bizarre orange creature with the floppy ears. Then when they had run out - or realised they were wasting perfectly good drinking ale - it was chairs.

Perhaps this NMC was somehow not harmful. Perhaps a few jugs of whatever grog this dive served had given the patrons some Dutch courage, or perhaps this thing was really, really annoying enough to drive even Aya's calm, reasoned approach to distraction.

Yet somehow she had even resisted joining the pelting, somehow not cracked a smile as its bizarre tongue managed to wrap itself around the words "What mesa do?" as it was battered clean out of the bar. Though the din in the bar was utterly unendurable, Aya had remained motionless on her stool nursing her own beer. Then some grizzled old hick put his hand on her shoulder, drunken haze and beer goggles causing him to identify her as either a suitable mate (mistake #1, for she was unattracted - not to mention unrelated - to this redneck), something to throw (mistake #2) or identifying her as an outsider because she wasn't joining in and taking exception to it (mistake #3 - one keeps that kind of crap to oneself).

Something in Aya snapped, and her fist clenched so hard around her bottle of beer that it shattered. The bar around her was already in full-blown riot and the bartender had fled into the back as soon as objects started to fly. Now that Aya got up it wasn't chairs or even bottles that were flying. It was people. With an inner mitochondrial burst she started flinging people to opposite corners of the room, or simply out through windows. One started throwing the pool balls at her. She stretched a hand out as if to block and they stopped in midair, before her furious eyes locked onto the one who'd thrown them and they moved of their own accord, straight back at him and slammed fiercely into his chest and torso area, sending him crumpling to the ground in agony. Aya realised this had probably not been such a great idea - now she had all the fighting directed at her because she'd used her power. At least before that grubby creature had copped for it.

A flash of pain struck in a strip across her back as another rioter broke a pool cue across it. The fury now burned as brightly as the fire that had ignited about her hands and forearms, and she threw searing punches and karate-chops at the man whose body burned and blistered at the sites of the impacts. As he went down she telekinetically threw the orange thing out of the door, before diving out after it as she saw the barkeep coming back with a double-barrelled shotgun. Clearly unhappy with freakish deviants trashing his bar and beating on his patrons, he'd decided enough was enough. Stools and chairs could be replaced, beer mopped up, but the reputation of being a den for NMCs and those like them would be irreparable.

The few who had left via windows now were picking themselves up and dusting themselves off - alcohol was such a good barrier to pain - before returning inside, slurring abuse as they did so.

The battered creature, its stalked eyes blinking dumbly, crawled over to his unlikely saviour and wrapped his arms gratefully around her legs, even as the flames engulfing her hands died away. "Oh thanken you! Thanken you!" it slobbered, "mesa thinken mesa crunched by thosen people!"
"Don't thank me," Aya shrugged off his bear grip and took a step away. "I kill mutants like you...though it's rare to find one that talks..."
The creature nursed its squat duck-bill, wincing at a bruise that was clearly there. Where its skin was normally orange, at various points about its body it had turned a sickly brown. "Mutants? Whatsa dat? Mesa a gungan..."
Aya sighed. "Well, whatever the hell you are, as long as you aren't trying to hurt or eat me that's enough. Now get the hell out of here..."
The creature looked alarmed. "But mesa your humble servant".
"That won't be necessary-"
"Oh but it is! Mesa owen you a life-pay- tis demanded by da guds it is!"

Aya's patience once more came to an end, and from inside her denim jacket she drew a Beretta M9, drawing the hammer back and unsafetying it in one dextrous movement. Both the creature's eyes fixated on the barrel of the gun. "Okay, here's how this is going to work," she said, her voice ice-cold, "You are going to turn around and go somewhere far away from me, or I am going to pull this trigger."

A pause, as the dumb gungan's eyes looked and saw an immovable ice-cold fury in Aya's eyes. Before it finally spoke, its voice rushed out of fear. "Okey-day."


Fin


Okay, my request - ok here goes. Something straightforward: Parasite Eve....IN SPACE!
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