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So, for my notable vote, I have devised a plot. If I had to vote for the my favourite I'd simply vote FFF. Gold, that boy is. But seeing as I would hate for Maunder to have any kind of superiority over me (we sorted out the 'wang size' issue a long while back, now), I'm oggering my vote to the floor. Which means you guys.
SO, for all those desperate to get my notable vote, listen up. In 50 words or less, you must finish the start of this story off. Deal?
'The world is a machine. You all know this. You live and breath this. Only I know the truth. You are but pawns in their sinister game. The man cackles as you make him prosper in his black and white town. There's one way in and no way out. Truth shall come one day. On that day, you shall all be free. Free from the water-tight lies you've been taught since birth. Free from the shackles of the machine.
There once was a little boy called Jack who had a little pet penguin...'
This is where you come in. Finish off in 50 words, and the best entry (judged by me) gets my vote.
Get writing, folks...
> Written, in the style of Hedfix:
>
> "Gets out saxophone. STD test for GB. What the? Turnbased? And
> then cry."
That was completely nonsensical...
oh. I get it.
Merms getting my vote :D
Yeah, it's crap but what do you expect from 50 words. And if you're wondering where 'the machine' and 'the man' come into this then you obviously can't see the hidden depth to my tale. There is one, honest.
Unappreciated in my time, but you'll see, a legend shall be born.
> There once was a little boy called Jack who had a little pet
> penguin...'
He had the penguin because he'd been told having a pet would bring him happiness and trying to be different the penguin was the obvious choice, he felt happy because he felt he was supposed to and so he kept following, the penguin died, he was sad, he bought another but nothing could ever fill the void he felt he should feel, he died sad for no reason.
The end
I don't want your vote, i just wanted to tell my story.
> There once was a little boy called Jack who had a little pet
> penguin...'
He liked to eat soap, the penguin that was - not Jack. Now that would be silly. One day Jack and his penguin went to Tescos. They brought 17 bars of soap. The penguin had a nice soapy dinnner that night, but later died of Constipation. The boy cried.
The End
> There once was a little boy called Jack who had a little pet
> penguin...'
Once he ate it for a joke. He was thrown into prison for being terminally odd. Dreaming of penguins, they who destroyed his life, he became determined to destroy this scourge with machines. He escaped, joined the government, and began to put his plan into action. Second name was McConnell.
best I could do. Thought I'd put the twist in at the end on the offchance that you like that sort of thing.
There's only one way a penguin-related story can end.