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Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

27 days ago
The powerful beam lights of the Thunderdome flickered on, and with a crackle the loudspeakers came to life. 80s rock rolling across the wasteland was the usual signal that a match was about to begin, and though unexpected, CYstians were drawn to the promise of violence like moths to a flamethrower. The stands were soon as crowded as ever, and the gates slid open. Two contestants walked out. A boomer and a teen girl. "...that's it?" someone complained in a disappointed voice. "They're so...normal." "Yeah I have no idea what to say here," the announcer admitted. "Wildblue versus Anthraxus, folks! None of them really have any especially funny quirks, they're just here to kill each other." And with little fanfare, the two selected their weapons and prepared to do just that.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

27 days ago
Story A: It was dangerous to be a girl alone. Systiana tugged her oversized fur coat closer around her as she struggled through the bitterly cold winds. Despite careful patching and repairs, it was almost too ragged now to do her any good, but except for her knife and hatchet it was all she had. Only moonlight guided her way across these plains, but up ahead some stone walls and structure were visible, and she had been making her way towards them for hours. She knew it was not the place she sought, and from the lack of any lights it was clearly abandoned, but hoped to find a place to shelter there and rest. Finally reaching the ruins, she followed the wall until she found a sufficiently broken down and crumbled gap, carefully stepping through and then pausing to look around and listen with extreme caution, in case it wasn't as abandoned as it seemed. When she had set out on this journey it had been with friends, and now she had no one to rely on but herself. The stone huts that lined the remains of the street were cold and empty. There was nothing to indicate the nature of the disaster that had emptied the place or even if there had been one, and no skeletons around; though she wondered with a shiver if they might have gotten up and walked away with some passing warlord. Closer to the coast where the journey had started there had been several villages like this, but here the stone posts in the center of town and by the gate didn't bother to translate their lettering to Common, she could find no useful information about what this place had once been. Finding a mostly intact building that looked like it had once been a bakery (sadly now empty of anything edible), with a still working water well in a courtyard nearby, Systiana began searching the maze of structures for anything usable as firewood, finding the half rotten remains of some wooden chairs finally and breaking them down with her hatchet. Walking back, the skin on the nape of her neck prickled, and she turned to see....nothing. "Jumping at shadows..." she murmured, scolding herself. But as she turned her head, there WAS a shadow, sliding across a rooftop. But staring at it a long moment revealed nothing, having her finally convince herself it had been a cloud moving across the moon that cast it and moving nervously onward. Finally seeing the bakery ahead she quickened her pace. There was a soft scuffing noise on the path behind her and with a jolt of fear she turned one again. It hit her full force then, striking the pile of kindling from her hands with wicked claws that would probably have disemboweled her. A snarling feline face, and black fur that shifted strangely in the moonlight, that's all she had time to get a glimpse of as she kicked it in the head half by reflex. One paw hooked her leg, and yanked it forward, making her land hard in a sitting position. The creature bit her leg then, and she cried out in pain, but had had just enough time to grab her knife. She leaned forward and stabbed it in the neck, bringing forth a shrieking yowl. Then leaning in to grab the knife handle with both hands, with all the force she could muster she forced the blade downward, sawing through flesh and muscles. She could feel the gushing torrent of blood splashing her in the dark, and then the animal slumping dead against her. The next day, the meat was drying in strips in the bakery oven, and the animal's skin was stretched on a rack outside. The pelt was an amazing thing, soft and luxurious, deep black from certain angles and then shifting strangely to take on the quality of whatever light was shined upon it. Systiana was getting around on her bandaged leg although still hobbling a little. She remembered patching some patches of healing herbs on the way here, and so with the aid of a cane had set out to collect them. Returning by late evening, basket full of herbs but her stomach growling, she eagerly stepped through the gap in the wall--and then froze hearing voices somewhere nearby. Male voices, at least two, in a harsh language she'd heard before, one that made her blood turn to ice. Creeping forward with a racing heart, she saw them: two men with jagged black spears and bone clubs, standing next to the cat's pelt, admiring it and handling it in a casual way that suggested they already considered it there's. A third walked out of the bakery as she watched, eating something she knew to be the food she'd fought for her life to earn. And she knew that if she stepped out and tried to walk over there, they'd consider her their possession as well. Memories came flooding back. Leris had injured his leg hunting, so Kasia had stayed with him while Systiana went to find healing herbs--the parallels were almost haunting now as they suddenly struck her. Except she had returned in a rush upon hearing SCREAMING, to find Leris had been stabbed with a spear multiple times in his sleeping bag, and to see men who looked and spoke like these, and carried the same kinds of weapons, laughing as they dragged Kasia away. Outnumbered she had only been able to hide and listen to her friend's screams until they abruptly ended. They had started out with such hope of finding the city they heard about, Saint's Beacon, somewhere in the mountains across the plains. The only place left in the region where they'd been told laws and protection for the weak were still upheld. But everywhere so far they'd found only gutted settlements like this one, other travelers too wary to speak to them, long empty stretches of road...and predatory bandits. The rest of the journey she knew she must undertake alone, overcoming her fears every step of the way. Deep night fell while she watched. The men made themselves at home in her bakery, burning the firewood she'd so painstakingly recollected with her injured leg. There was no moon tonight, but she had already learned the path to the bakery and crept along with no sound. One of the men was keeping watch, but he soon sat down on a ledge to light some fragrant herb in his pipe. It was then she struck, even more silent than the cat had been, but just as ferocious. Grasping her cane with both hands and dropping it down over his head, under his chin to press against his throat, dragging him back from the ledge just enough so he couldn't get to his feet and so that gravity would help her. She held on for dear life while he struggled, and then once he was dead took up his spear and entered the building, where his companions still slept. It was dangerous to meet a girl alone.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

27 days ago
Story B: For the hundredth time, Dr. Penneth Crannock looked at the small dormant Kaelithian nanosphere in the palm of his VoidVentures exosuit. Impossibly fine lines of gold and silver formed perfect geometric shapes across the matte black that the perpetual rain slicked off of. It had taken him nearly four cycles and tens of thousands of credits, and travelling halfway across the galaxy, but he was finally here. In the valley below him, he could see the ruins of an ancient Kaelithian outpost half sunk in the malodorous swamps of Querlan IV. The Kaelithians were one of the founding species of the Intragalactic Commonwealth, having a burgeoning space empire at the same time Dr. Crannock’s ancestors were still more Hominidae than Homo. There were rumors that the few of them that still leave their Dyson Sphere home system are actively looking for and destroying this kind of ruins, using their advanced nanotechnology to erase any sign that they ever occupied land on remote planets. There was no telling how long these ruins might still be here. Best to get moving. He started carefully scaling down the overgrown hillside. Nearly an hour later, he finally stood before the smooth walls, nearly identical to the surface of the holosphere. Most of the ruin was covered in the rampant swamp plant life that coated the majority of the planet. Just small protrusions here and there were still exposed. As he drew close, he switched the utilitool on the left hand of his suit to a mini-ichainsaw and cut away overgrown vines and slimes and leafy alien growths, exposing the bare black metal beneath. One or twice the whirring chain of the saw made contact with the metal, but did little more than whine. It didn’t even throw sparks. After a moment, he had a roughly doorway shaped opening cleared. He held out the nanosphere towards the bare spot. For a moment nothing happened, but then there was a soft pulse of light from the ball. It deconstructed itself into a floating black cloud that melded into the bare metal of the wall. Penneth puffed out a breath he didn’t realize he had been holding. That little artifact had been the most expensive thing he ever purchased, and to see that it hadn’t been a total waste of credits was a massive relief. In the swamp behind him, there was a sudden crash. He glanced back to see a massive Querlan Dragon, a two ton reptavian mass of muscles, scales and teeth. It had knocked over a massive Peet-seet tree, probably following his scent. It roared and charged, its jaws wide. In a panic, Penneth stepped back while trying to cycle his utilitool to something that might be more effective. He didn’t even notice that he had stepped through the silently appearing opening in the wall, until it reconstructed itself like magic right in front of him. His suit immediately clicked on exterior lights, and the metal wall rang like a deep bell as the Dragon collided with it. Penneth chuckled nervously. “That was close,” he said to himself. Looking around, he was somewhat surprised at how plain and utilitarian the hall he found himself in was. The nanosphere had been so delicately beautiful, he had expected a similar delicate wonder and beauty inside, but it was nothing but flat matte black. Even with the headlamp on his suit, the black on black made it hard to tell where there might be doors or turns in the hallway. Well, he was inside now, might as well have a look around. Just as he took his first step, there was a soft click, barely perceptible via his external sound pickups. He glanced around and saw the nanosphere had reformed and now sat on the floor of the hallway. Smiling, he stooped to pick it up. Maybe it was even more valuable than he had thought. The small sphere softly glowed along its fine filigree. Penneth checked his reserves. He was good on power and filters for another few hours easily. Hopefully by the time he was ready to return to his scout ship, the Dragon would have given up and left. He started walking down the hallway, holding the sphere out in the palm of his hand. After only a few steps, however, he reached a sudden turn in the hallway. If he hadn’t had his hand extended, he might have walked straight into the wall. The matte black on black color scheme made navigation difficult. It took a few minutes, given there were no landmarks or recognizable features, but he was pretty sure that this hallway simply wrapped around a smaller version of the outer wall. He hadn’t anticipated the claustrophobia that was starting to creep up on him at the thought of Shrugging, he decided to try the same thing again and simply pressed the nanosphere to the inner wall. Yet it again is disassembled and melted into the wall. While waiting, Penneth noticed that he hadn’t heard anything more of the Dragon outside. He hoped that meant it had given up and gone away. Soundlessly, the wall shifted and created an open archway. He was almost expecting another plain black hallway, and was pleasantly surprised to see a sizable open space. Hovering in the center of the room was a massive mirror to his own nanosphere, although this one was easily twice as wide as he was tall, even in the exosuit. As soon as he stepped into the room, the hovering sphere began to glow, gold and silver light strobing across the surface in intricate patterns and tracings. His external speakers echoed a humming sound that seemed to bounce within his helmet. He took another step. The light on the massive sphere projected out, dancing over him and the walls of the room. He noticed his nanosphere on the floor and just as he thought about bending down to get it, the dancing lights shifted from gold and silver to an unpleasant purple and green and suddenly coalesced on him, outlining him like a sickly aura. Three drops of jet black dripped from the sphere, but instead of splattering on the floor, they instead congealed into vaguely humanoid shapes. It took him a second, but Penneth realized they were actually shaped like his exosuit, black mirrors of himself. He had a very bad feeling that they were not friendly. The lights of the massive sphere did not touch them, seeming to remain locked on him. He turned and caught one leg on the other, tripping himself, and landing on the nanosphere. As he closed his hand around it, he noticed that the golden filigree was flashing in shades of reds and yellows. No time to worry about that, he pushed himself up and back out into the first hallway. The three figures moved quickly, closing the distance faster than Penneth felt like he was moving. The purple-green aura of dancing light was lessened once he got into the hallway, but the arch did not close. He turned and ran to the nearest corner, holding the nanosphere out in front of him. It was no longer flashing red and yellow, having reverted to the gold and silver it was before. The sphere dissolved, and Penneth turned, the minisaw of his multitool spinning up as the three figures closed. Penneth expected them to lunge for him, but instead the closest merely sank into the floor, reforming itself around the boots of his exosuit. The other two began to stretch their limbs, arms extending into ropey noodles that lashed out for his own. He screamed, reeling backwards away from them. The doorway was there and as he leaned back he caught a glimpse of the swampy jungle outside. Perhaps he was mad with panic, but it made no sense. There were splatters of red, yellow and purple outside. Gibbets of meat splattered randomly about. Penneth felt as much as heard the exosuit begin to split and break. His display filled with potential breach alerts and alarms. He screamed again, but there was nothing he could do. Suddenly the thing that held his feet released and he staggered back into the swamp. He nearly fell but was caught at the last moment. A matte black hand grabbed his arm, a matte black arm caught his shoulders. He blinked and shuddered, as the alarms began to clear themselves. A smooth face, almost human, but more like a mask in matte black and geometric patterns of teal and pink. The eyes were pools of spinning and dancing geometric patterns in gold and silver. A voice, warm with concern and worry, echoed inside his helmet. “Are you all right?” The voice, while rich with emotion, lacked something, making it feel somehow mechanical. Penneth nodded, and then realizing that the motion probably didn’t translate, said, “Yes, I think so. Who are you?” The figure set him back up right. Getting a proper look, he instantly recognized the being as a Kaelithian. He gasped. The figure tilted its head slightly and said, “It does not matter. Thank you for your assistance.” Penneth looked confused and asked, “What do you mean?” “Helping to locate a forgotten seed engine. Had you not found a way to activate it, there is no telling how long it may have sat here. It is fortunate I was here in time to deal with that monstrosity,” the Kaelithian said. It raised its hands above its head and a cloud of black nanites drifted from it towards the open doorway. The three humanoid figures stood there in the hallway. As the nanite cloud brushed past them, they disassembled themselves, joining it and spreading out. As Penneth watched, the building itself began to dissolve. The plant life that covered it dropped and collapsed in on itself, sloughing off of the massive sphere as it was exposed. He stepped in front of the Kaelithian as the figure dropped its arms and asked, “But why? Why destroy these artifacts?” The Kaelithian favored him with a small smile, a literally radiant gesture, and started to step past the human. “They are not being destroyed, but reclaimed. Perhaps there may be a day where you can learn these secrets, but that is not today.” Penneth thought about trying to grab the alien, trying to reason with it, but it was too late. Already, there was practically no sign that the odd building ever existed on this swampy ball of mud. The Kaelithian stepped forward, and the massive sphere drifted to meet it. The humanoid reached out a hand and vanished as soon as it made contact. A moment later, the sphere flashed a wash of rainbow colors and vanished with a slight pop of collapsing air. He felt deflated, defeated. All the time and money, and he was left with nothing but more questions and no proof to show anyone. Dolefully, he looked around. In the setting sun something caught his eye. He knelt and felt around in the marshy plants and suddenly felt something hard and smooth through his glove. He picked it up and looked at it. His nanosphere, softly pulsing with that same red and yellow light it had before. A wide grin lifted his spirits. Perhaps there was something. He couldn’t do it here, but obviously the nanosphere was different. Perhaps it had downloaded some information or something. It was a new avenue of research. This adventure wasn’t over yet. He whooped and began the trudge back to his ship on the other side of the ridge. The secrets of the Kaelithians would be his yet.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

27 days ago
The prompt was "A story about exploring a ruin." Vote here:

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

27 days ago
I enjoyed both of the stories. I thought they were interesting and quite well written. It's also pretty easy to tell who wrote which story. Anthraxus wrote Story B and Wildblue wrote Story A. Now on to my vote!

Story A

I enjoyed the post-apocalyptan setting you built here. You did a good job fleshing out several details about this strange world in the little space you had. We know that there are barely any safe cities anymore because of an unnamed disaster. We know that people don't speak the same languages, and that proves to be important. There is however, a common language, but the signs in this village don't use that language. I'm curious to know why there were so many abandoned villages, you really piqued my interest with this fascinating setting.

You really capture the feeling of justified anger well. There is a feeling of suspense and danger in this story. It was a slow burn, as you waited and waited, but the payoff at the end was worth it. I like how you showed the main character be cautious and pragmatic, because she's not about to just show up and fight 3 men all by herself. She's careful and has a method of going about things. I think the best part was how you mirrored the first and last lines. "It was dangerous to be a girl alone." sets up some tension, because it implies that our protagonist is a girl and she's in danger. Then the last line, "It was dangerous to meet a girl alone.", was a satisfying twist because ultimately, she triumphed.

Story B

The writing is quite exquisite here. While the first story mainly focused on plot and action, with the writer setting the tone well, this story describes different sci-fi equipment in very good detail. I liked the language used, this line in particular impressed me: "Impossibly fine lines of gold and silver formed perfect geometric shapes across the matte black that the perpetual rain slicked off of." There's also more world building in this story, although that's expected given it's sci fi. I also enjoyed this "alien Indiana jones" concept. The Querlan dragon was cool!

I like how you incorporated Dyson Spheres into your world building. A Dyson sphere is this large structure that surrounds and feeds off of a star. Alien civilizations could build many grand structures like these as a method of energy production. You spend a lot of time on the detail and making sure everything is well fleshed out.

The use of color in this story really adds a new layer to the imagery. I thought the artifact was interesting: the seed engine that released humanoid shadow figures. The story ends on a suspenseful but hopeful note, with Penneth continuing to decipher the mysteries of the Kaelithians

Overall Vote:

I'll have to give this one to Story B. I enjoyed both stories, but Story B takes the cake for me because of its world building and descriptive writing. This time around, we got some excellent stories! It's clear that Anthraxus and Wildblue are writers to watch out for, can't wait to see what you guys write next!

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

27 days ago
This might be the closest thunderdome match I've seen. Both stories were really good and had their own individual strengths.

I liked the emotional aspects of Story A very much. Systiana is definitely a character I'd like to see more of. The loss of her friends was described well enough that I felt angry on her behalf. That anger made her vengeance on the bandits even more satisfying to read.

Story B had great worldbuilding. The technical terms and references to multiple cultures and species really set the tone well for an intergalactic expedition on a hostile planet. The bizarre environment of the ruin also greatly contributed to the horror vibe. For a moment there, it really had me believing that the protagonist was about to meet a gruesome end.

Both stories had some SPAG issues. Story A had a few winding sentences and some missed comma placements, and Story B also had a few typos. Though neither story committed any error that really broke my immersion.

I honestly can't pick out which story was better objectively, so I will be subjective instead and vote for Story A since I do love stories that stir up my emotions.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago

I read Story A and felt inclined to write a long in depth critique...which I did!

However then I read Story B, which did not fill me with the same inclination, ultimately making me question if what I wrote for Story A is even all that relevant considering that I liked it better but I'm not sure if I can put to words why that is. Either Story A is doing something very specific that Story B isn't doing, or I just have really bad/biased taste when it comes to this stuff.

I might post my critique on Story A later if I look it over later and decide its worth posting (and yes I bothered to proofread it...kind of...so you don't need to worry about what I wrote on that front!). Story B was very well written, but for whatever reason it just didn't hit the same as Story A for me.

In any case, I'll vote for Story A on the basis that I liked it better! :P

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago
You wrote it, might as well post it.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago

I’m voting for Story B because I think it did a better job of accomplishing its purpose. The emotional impact intended with Story A just didn’t quite land for me, but Story B was meant to be entertaining and it succeeded.

Story A:

The wording on the opening line is pretty awkward. Was it less dangerous to be a girl with someone else? What does that even mean?

I actually really do like the second sentence, though. The oversized coat gives us the idea that our MC is a small girl, and the bitterly cold winds instantly inform us that she’s in a less than favorable position.

Despite careful patching and repairs, it was almost too ragged now to do her any good, but except for her knife and hatchet it was all she had.

Add a comma after “hatchet” or split this into two sentences with a period after “good”

I do really like “Only moonlight guided her way”

You should probably either say “a structure> or “structures”.

She knew it was not the place she sought, and from the lack of any lights it was clearly abandoned, but hoped to find a place to shelter there and rest.

To keep parallelism throughout the sentence, you should add “she” before “hoped”.

There was nothing to indicate the nature of the disaster that had emptied the place or even if there had been one, and no skeletons around; though she wondered with a shiver if they might have gotten up and walked away with some passing warlord.

Typically you want to avoid using “was” and other forms of it in your writing, and go for action verbs (there are exceptions but I don’t think this is one). Replacing the first five words with “nothing indicated” would make the sentence stronger.
You also should add a comma after “place”
Should say “there were” no skeletons around to be grammatically correct, though also it could be reworded to avoid usage of a form of “was”; something like “no skeletons could be seen” or better yet, “she saw no skeletons”
That semicolon there is wrong; if you use a semicolon, you don’t use a conjunction to start the next sentence.

Closer to the coast where the journey had started there had been several villages like this, but here

“There had been several villages like this closer to the coast, where the journey had started. Here, though,”

The posts didn’t bother translating their lettering? Are these sentient posts?

You shouldn’t have the comma after that parenthetical phrase

“half-rotten” should be hyphenated (hyphenate adjectives that aren’t each individually describing the noun, but instead go together and are before the noun)

But staring at it a long moment revealed nothing, having her finally convince herself

“Having” is the wrong verb here. Try something like “causing her to” or “making her”

with a jolt of fear she turned one again.

“once”

The creature bit her leg then, and she cried out in pain, but had had just enough time to grab her knife.

Get rid of the comma after “pain”

Returning by late evening, basket full of herbs but her stomach growling

her basket”

>handling it in a casual way that suggested they already considered it there's Should be “theirs”

Leris had injured his leg hunting, so Kasia had stayed with him while

You don’t need the second “had”

to find Leris had been stabbed with a spear multiple times in his sleeping bag, and to see men who looked and spoke like these, and carried the same kinds of weapons, laughing as they dragged Kasia away.

You don’t need a comma after “these” and. Having removed that, you should also rid yourself of the comma after “weapons”

Outnumbered she had only been able to hide and listen to her friend's screams until they abruptly ended.

Comma after “outnumbered”

They had started out with such hope

Just “They had started with such hope” works fine

The only place left in the region where they'd been told laws and protection for the weak were still upheld.

This is a sentence fragment.

One of the men was keeping watch

You can rephrase this to say “One of the men had been keeping watch”, which also flows better with the rest of the sentence.

Okay, I like the way the last sentence ties in with the first one. I still think there’s a better way to word it, though.

So overall, you could go through and try to replace “were” and “was” with a more abundant variety of verbs. I pointed out a few, but there are more strewn throughout.
You also say “finally” a lot, and there are times I’d suggest using shorter sentences to make the narrative more punchy and dramatic.
 

…oh yeah, the actual story and plot and stuff.

At the beginning you say all she has is a ragged coat, axe, and knife, but then later it says kindling is knocked out of her hand.

I think the flashbacks should’ve started earlier, so I’d have more of a reason for caring about the MC before she gets attacked.

We also get introduced to two disembodied names right after each other after a lot of time spent without any.

It feels like the only real action happens at the very end, and then the story stops pretty abruptly. I had only just started to get a taste for who this girl even is, and then it’s over. You had a whole 800 words left, I think you should’ve made use of them.
 

Story B:

I really like this opening sentence. It tells me a lot about the setting and the MC right off the bat.

There were rumors that the few of them that still leave their Dyson Sphere home system

“The few of them who”

“This kind of ruins” should be “these kinds of ruins” due to verb-noun agreement (plural noun, plural verb)

I’m not sure you meant for that extra “i” in “mini-ichainsaw”, but maybe you did.

One or twice the whirring chain of the saw made contact with the metal, but did little more than whine.

“Once or twice”
Also should either add “it” after “but” or get rid of the comma

he had a roughly doorway shaped opening cleared

This -ly word could be avoided without too much difficulty.
Also, hyphenate “doorway-shaped”
If you don't want to get rid of "roughly", you can say "roughly-shaped doorway"

Hyphenate “two-ton”

It should be “reptilian”

mass of muscles, scales and teeth

looks both ways in caution You should have a comma before “and”

He didn’t even notice that he had stepped through the silently appearing opening in the wall, until it reconstructed itself like magic right in front of him.

No comma needed

Evidently ending a sentence with a preposition is fine, but ending a sentence with “was” still grates against my soul

The nanosphere had been so delicately beautiful, he had expected a similar delicate wonder and beauty inside

Add a “that” before “he”

I feel like you could come up with a better word for “very bad”

“Mini saw” is two words usually, but I acknowledge that in your funky world it may not be

“Backwards” should be “backward”

There were splatters of red, yellow and purple outside

You just really hate the Oxford comma, huh.

His display filled with potential breach alerts and alarms.

You actually need to add a transitive verb here (was) to be grammatically correct, though I would of course advise rewording it entirely to avoid that.

A matte black hand grabbed his arm, a matte black arm caught his shoulders.

Either add a conjunction or make that comma a semicolon (we both know which I would suggest)

“Upright” is one word

All the time and money, and he was left with nothing but more questions and no proof to show anyone.

“All that time and money”
 

Onto the, uh, important part: the story

You make good use of your words. I also appreciate the weird sci-fi sciency terms spersed throughout your story.

I know this probably doesn't belong in the "story" part of this, but I really appreciate your word choices. They set the tone really, really well.

The plot is well-paced; like I said, you use your limited words wisely.

The whole thing was entertaining to read, which was its purpose. Kudos.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago
If you just have a passion for correcting punctuation and grammar that's all well and good, but Thunderdome stories are usually more or less rough drafts that never get cleaned up for reposting. So I'm not sure if it's the best use of your time versus "there were some errors that were/were not enough to be distracting" folded into the meatier parts of the feedback. (I never personally bother to do line by line corrections on anything anymore unless the author asks, I figure if they're not requesting proofreading than its not something they're concerned with at that stage, and it is time consuming to break it all down that way.)

Was it less dangerous to be a girl with someone else? What does that even mean?


Weird, this sounds like something someone who has lived all their life in a Midwestern town of 2000 would say...

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago
I do like correcting grammar, actually, how could you tell?

I understood she meant it's dangerous for a girl to be alone, but it was phrased oddly. Not like being out and about alone is dangerous, but simply existing as a female without someone assisting you

Also, I feel like direct quotes and advice (yes I know pointing out typos in these is worthless) is useful too. I know specific examples help me more than just telling me that a certain thing was wrong, and being able to look back and notice where I did what helps me catch it in the future.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago

Both of these stories were very intriguing, there were different things I liked about each of them:

In story A I liked Systiana's cautiousness and strategic thinking. It made her seem very real. It was very suspenseful and kept me on the edge of my seat. One thing I would've liked to see more of would be more of her internal thoughts, especially after taking the life of her attacker.

In story B I enjoyed the detail on the environment of the story. It's very mysterious and makes the reader want to know more. I would've liked it if Penneth was characterized a bit stronger though.

Overall I believe story A was better because of its emotional impact, intensity, and the connection the reader can feel with the protagonist.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago

Both really good contenders for this prompt. 

Story A:

I really dug the opening line and later its change to the last line. Overall, the feel and description of the story was great. I like being thrown into a story and picking up lore along the way. I would've like just a big more detail/ plot to keep me hooked as opposed to just looking for some hidden city for some reason with friends.

Story B:

Usually I'm not a fan of stories that just throw out words that the reader doesn't even understand right in the beginning, but as the story continued and quickly explained what the fuck a Kaelithian was or what a nanosphere is even used for - I got over it. I did like the intro bit of being forced into this unknown outpost, as it made sense to just get in to be safe from the beast that attacked. It also was a good device to force this character into unknown territory with the reader as opposed to telling rather than showing. The action allowed the story to flow smoothly and kept the pace all through out. I didn't feel like it was a chore to read because things were happening constantly. I enjoyed this one more than Story A.

My vote is for Story B

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago

After briefly scanning both entries

Story A:  The beginning was pretty good, setting the scene and mood.  I like the first line to last line transition, it worked well for this story, but the ending seemed a bit rushed.  The altercation with the cat seemed to be more immersive than the girl eliminating the two men, and the story might have worked better for me with a bit more exposition on the conflict with the men.

Story B: I really enjoyed the detail in the writing, and it helped me feel a part of the story.  I liked the interaction with the alien race.  Skibidi

My vote is for Story B

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

26 days ago

W Skibidi

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26 days ago

I was curious if anyone would read the entire post.

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26 days ago

I read the entire thing. Now imma go continue reading the Gordon Ramsey story and see if the restaurant owner angers me enough to wanna kill him at all. :)

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

25 days ago
Skibidi Gang!

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26 days ago

I vote B.

I thought the world building was more interesting, but more to the point, I got slightly more of a sense of characterization.  I got less of a sense of character and personality from the protagonist of Story A (which I also liked).  Story B could have used more as well, to be perfectly honest--but the action of the story, especially in the first half of Story B, had some more character and tone beats, which I thought worked well.

If we are going to have Thunderdome entries of this level, we are going to have to also introduce some wild lions or starving wolves or something into the dome as well.

Thunderdome 19: Anthraxus vs Wildblue!

25 days ago
Both of these were better than I thought they would be. Unfortunately, I can only vote for one story, so I think I'll go with Story A. I felt like it resonated more with me than the other. However, if Story B had gone for a more Tomb Raider (think Angelina Jolie movies and the games pre-2013) feel, then I probably would have voted for it without hesitation.

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25 days ago

I think I'll go for story B. I'll get more into it at a later date.

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25 days ago

Too tired for an in-depth review. Both stories were interesting, both had SPAG issues with punctuation. Story B had a few more errors, especially in the spelling department, but the world building was much more than I expected from a short story. I felt like Story A did a good job imparting a feeling of helplessness. Ultimately, A's ending did fall a little flat, with a small girl with an injured leg being able to drag off a fully grown man breaking the immersion. A knife to the throat would have been more believable. In the end, both entries were good, but my vote is gonna have to go to:

Story B

 

 

 

 

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23 days ago

My vote is for Story B. Both are good, but I feel that Story B accomplishes more in worldbuilding, which is in line with the prompt.

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26 days ago

*Slow clap*
 

Wow...both absolutely beautiful stories! Even though I liked both, here is my critique and then my vote. 
 

Story A: 

I'll start with positives. I was a huge fan of the plot. I loved how I felt emotionally driven to want this girl to beat up the men who claimed her stuff as her own thanks to the backstory. I personally would love if this single short story turned into a real story game, with a beginning and end. It really left me wondering and hoping she makes it to the lost city! 
 

However...When it came to wording, I noticed a few errors in word placement as well as run on sentences. Other than that, it was gold. 
 

Story B:

I actually found myself enjoying the story more than I thought I would! Personally, I'm not much for stories about aliens because the names are hard to pronounce or I'm too lazy to try, causing me to skip over such themes. However, once I got into it, I admit it wasn't as bad as I thought. You got a complete story, start to finish and it was satisfying. 
 

As for grammatical stuff, I couldn't find anything wrong with it. 
 

 

Vote: 

Upon this review, my vote goes to since I found the least errors and it was a good story.

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23 days ago
The battle was a fierce one, with Wildblue putting up a surprisingly strong fight for a first time contestant. It was only when she turned her attention away a moment to tell an audience member that she was glad he'd gotten out of the house, but he still could do with a shower, that Anthraxus found the opening he needed to decisively end the fight. (Luckily for Wildblue, he had set his phaser to stun.) Story B wins, congrats to Anthraxus! And thanks to both contestants and the voters too. Usually these end in a landslide for one entry or another, any time the votes are mixed you just know it's a good match. Anthraxus and Wildblue be sure and reply to this so I can give you your commendations.

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23 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 2/1/2025 12:44:11 PM
Excellent entry @Wildblue, especially for a first timer. I would love to read a longer work exploring Systiana's world in more depth.

Thank you to @Mizal for continuing to run the Thunderdome. It's fun as always.

Finally, thank you to everyone who read and reviewed, even the ones who voted for Wild :P

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22 days ago

Congratulations Anthraxus and well done to both you and Wildblue!

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23 days ago

Amazing stories all around! Congrats Anthraxus! And good job Wildblue! 

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23 days ago

Congratulations to both entrants. Both stories were well written.

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19 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 2/5/2025 4:22:30 PM
Thank you everyone for the feedback, and I'm glad some people liked my story. I had some uncertainty on how much background to include which made for an awkward section that I see readers noticed. There were originally more paragraphs about Leris and Kasia I ended up taking out because I thought they bogged down the rest and took the focus off Systiana.

The opening line was phrased that way because it was coupled with the ending line. That's not something I'd change in an edit, it doesn't read as awkward to me and I think the meaning is self explanatory.

If I do a rewrite or incorporate this into something else I'll mainly be trying to add the backstory in more smoothly. The point of this version though was to show Systiana's transition from a victim, to a survivor, to a kind of predator herself.

This was a fun match though and Anthraxus's story was very good.