An allegory.

Author's note: the title of this story is actually The Fire, but someone else already created a storygame with that title, so I couldn't give it the title that I wanted. My second choice for the title was The Light, but another person already took that title as well, so, if you don't mind, just pretend that the title of this story is The Fire.

A story set in medieval China.

Note: Even early on in the game you can lose by making a strategically erroneous choice so choose carefully.

God of Empathy: the person who built the altar leaves one of co's emotions on the altar and doesn't feel it anymore. The next person who makes an offering at that altar feels that emotion and leaves one of their emotions on the altar for the next person to experience, ad infinitum.

God of Medicine- some healing herbs 

"Hey, Paul!" *swings ax* "Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fucking stupid bastard!"

good

Reminds me of this CYS story.

Telling:

My stepmother was angry at me. I needed to run away from home.

Showing:

"You fucking son of a whore, get your stupid ass down to the kitchen- now!" my stepmother yelled from downstairs. Metal pans clanged to the floor. My stepmother was probably searching again for her favorite cast iron skillet to use to chuck at my head. There was nothing I could do to placate her when she was in one of her moods.

Telling:

I stole a credit card from her purse.

Showing:

Sneaking into the master bedroom, I grabbed her purse and rifled through its contents. I needed something that could get me all the way to Kentucky. A plastic earring? No. Three nickels? No. A tampon. Hell no. A shiny piece of plastic? Wait, that's her credit card, expiring several months from now. Just what I was looking for! I dropped it into my pocket and closed the door on the bedroom and mess I made behind.

Telling:

Jennifer cooked breakfast for her son, Gene. She forgot to make bacon, his favorite breakfast food, however.

Showing:

She turned on the gas stove and left it on medium before drizzling some olive oil into the frying pan. Jennifer then cracked an egg on the counter and dropped its contents into the oil. The sizzle from the frying eggs could wake even the heaviest of sleepers. Sizzle ... the bacon! That was Gene's favorite breakfast food. How could she forget to make it? It was too late to use cooked bacon grease to fry the egg now.

Telling:

She greeted the man.

Showing:

"Hi."

Set a blind girl and loner guy in high school up on a date and then secretly follow them around, writing down their every move.

Finnegans Wake

I just wanted to say that Story B is one of the better Thunderdome entries that I have read.

The same is also true if you click on the thread titles in the Last Post section on the right side from the main "Forums" page (though it does take you directly to the newest post if you click on the title in the Last Post section from each individual subforum itself).

Story A:

Good, solid story under competition conditions. The action scenes were the best, and I wished there were more of them. There were a lot of small things that could have been improved, but you can't expect a perfect story with such little time. The biggest weakness was that it wasn't clear that Yelas was on the boat when Remol was conducting the floating test ritual- I had thought that Yelas had been standing on the ground the whole time.

Story B:

Decent story under competition conditions. The beginning and end were good, while the middle was mediocre. The writing was worse than that of Story A. The tone was inconsistent and a lot of stuff just straight up didn't make sense. The vocabulary was good, at least.

My vote is for Story A.