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THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

25 days ago
Commended by Mystic_Warrior on 5/29/2025 8:11:23 AM

Locals have been reporting strange lights and sounds.

They seemed to originate from Capy's Grim Pizza, just around the corner from the Thunderdome.

But that place has been closed for years, so what could it mean?

Tomorrow night, more investigation might be in order...

How odd...

25 days ago
This trailer is amazing! And MHD's character designs are out of this world, I can't wait to see the match ups. This is really cool.

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25 days ago
Yes! THUNDERDOME!!!

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25 days ago

Thunderdome!!!!

Speaking of... When's my match with RK? After the mods, maybe.

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25 days ago

Your match with RK and me you mean?

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25 days ago

Yep! Sorry, forgot you joined.

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25 days ago
I love this. :D

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25 days ago

Wow, that looks amazing! Did you make it?

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25 days ago
Commended by EndMaster on 5/13/2025 7:21:06 PM
Mizal is my favorite artist

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25 days ago
Lol of course there are unlockables. This is brilliant.

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25 days ago
This is super cool.

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25 days ago
Crap, where did I put my bag of quarters again?

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25 days ago
Yahoo!

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25 days ago

Well seeing as I know MHD created this, I commended her post in the thread instead.

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25 days ago

I am in awe 🫢 

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24 days ago

This is amazing!

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24 days ago

So this is what the new pfps meant. This is the one of the best trailers I have seen, I really love the art style. Looking forward to seeing what happens next in the Thunderdome!

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22 days ago
...unfortunately the next night there was a terrible storm, and a power outage or something. Possibly killer clowns roaming the streets, and missing penguins. Anyway, the NEXT next night a small group of curious survivors crept up to Capy's Grim Pizza, drawn by the strange lights and music. Scrubbing clean a corner of a grimy window, they peered inside. One of the machines did indeed seem to be active! Of course, being a bunch of reprobates and delinquents, the half of the group that hadn't already wandered off to drink or make out in dark alleys had no trouble prying open the back door, almost definitely indicating some kind of latent homosexuality. The jaunty music flooded the street as they entered, and upon closer examination it was plain that somehow, the old Thunderdome: Battle of the Mods game was playing itself. "Holy shit, that machine isn't even plugged in!" someone observed. As they all watched, the part of the display that said Credits flickered and booped, and enough for two matches appeared. But who would win? Story A Story B Story C Story D The competing mods were asked to write 4000 word storygames on the people's popular choice of "The protagonist has a dangerous addiction or obsession." Please enter your quarters votes for each match below, and thanks for playing! Note: this voting has ended. Scroll down for more updates.

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22 days ago

!

A vs B:

I had a tough time weighing these stories. One one hand, I thought the pinball game was a fantastic setup to a simple story idea. Also, it has a pinball game. Definitely awesome! On the other hand, I really enjoyed reading Story B. The sarcastic tone coupled with the suffering of Hamlin and the Ogre were very entertaining. It could really go either way for me. Even as I'm typing all this right now, I'm still having trouble giving a vote. I love pinball and idea of staving off the grim reaper with the love of the game. I love this gross-out story where a naked ogre is forced to eat urinal cakes because a horrifyingly tortured man motivated a wizard's apprentice to seek out a princess who likes eating entire jars of custard. Er...

Story B

C vs D:

Story C was beautiful in sections, but I'm not sure all the parts were paced well. I was a bit disappointed by the scholar route, but the Sailor route had a lot going for it. Story D though does outdo it in quality by merging both a nice "reset" mechanic and a well-implied larger world that can be easily felt even in the limited setting of the story.

Story D

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22 days ago
Remember. Not reading and rating mod stories is high treason <3

All those who don't vote will be promptly deported :~)

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22 days ago
I wonder who the 9k one could've been...

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22 days ago
In Story A vs Story B, I'll go with Story B. Story A was really cool, tho

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22 days ago
Story C vs Story D: I choose B.

I mean, they were both well-written, but neither one really drew me in. If I have to pick, I'll pick D

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22 days ago

Between A and B... who am I kidding, I didn't read B because of my age. Maybe when I'm 20 or something, I can come back and read it. As such, my vote for this one is non-existent.

Between C and D, though, I would go with D. I feel like I didn't find everything for D because of the endless combinations you could do with how it was done, but the world felt more fleshed out, even though we didn't see much of it.

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22 days ago
Not sure how this is gonna end. Will it be the highest score ever? Or will I be stuck in an ironic hell loop, unable to cease destroying the top score for all eternity?

Suck it Death

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22 days ago
Might just be the bargain you made with Death.

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22 days ago
Never make a deal with Death, the Devil, or a mortgage broker.

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22 days ago
Our mod battles have awoken a site founder! :kittywow:

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22 days ago
@march5th00

Hi!

We still love you! Muaaah!

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22 days ago
That video game introduction was epic. All the quarters.

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22 days ago
That's all @MadHattersDaughter, she grew up really good at drawing things and then making the things move.

The little art updates here and there around the site are hers too.

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22 days ago
That gazette is really something too. Think there’s any interest in an “interview march and Alex” edition?

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22 days ago
hell yes! We got a legend in the house! I didn't think you were around anymore, this is so cool! You should check out the new games. We'd love to interview you.

Thanks for making the site!

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22 days ago
Why are you back in this account? Lol.

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22 days ago
I forgot my password again. I'm really sorry I got to make a better password. I was going to ask, but then I saw March was back and was super excited because apart from the "help and info" page, I've never seen him on the site. So it was too cool to not say anything.

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22 days ago
Oh damn, I'm sure there would be.

I was actually going to email Alex over the weekend here too, Anthraxus has expressed some interested in working on the code.

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22 days ago
Absolutely. Hell yes.

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20 days ago

Thank you for the compliment! It was a great experience making it and getting such a wonderful team to make it so much better than originally intended! I really have to hand it to the others involved. I think readers can look forward to something like that in the near future :)

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22 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 5/16/2025 9:46:29 PM
Thank you!!

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22 days ago
Here's another comm for summoning one of the ancients with it.

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22 days ago
Our mod battles have awoken another site founder! :kittywow:

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22 days ago

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22 days ago
Commended by march5th00 on 5/17/2025 1:58:57 AM

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22 days ago

In A vs B, it's already a hard decision. I'm not entirely sure whether to go with the written path or the game, but I think I enjoyed the creativity of the game inside the story more, so I'm going to go with Story A.

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22 days ago

Between C and D, it's not even close. While story C was good, story D was GREAT. I vote Story D.

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22 days ago
First of all, before voting, I'd just like to thank the Mod team for putting together such a cool and unique event. Seriously, y'all are awesome!

It was such a hoot to see the initial trailer. It was one of the best marketed Thunderdomes, and it came out of nowhere! I really loved the trailer and all the work MHD put into it, it's definitely one of her best works.

This was such a fun thunder dome, and I hope you guys have more surprise events like these planned.

I'd also like to commend you guys for making a Thunderdome where you make short story games. That was such a cool concept, and I think the mods really made the most out of this! Well done Sherb, Sent, Mizal, and MHD, these are some really good games! And for games made in such a short time, with such a narrow word restriction, are really good!

As for the stories, both A and B are awesome! I liked how Story A essentially coded an entire pinball game, that was so cool!

And Story B was very good too! It was hard to review, because of the advanced vocabulary, and somewhat strange narrative choices, including which parts were emphasized, but the author's skill and humor shone through. It was genuinely a really funny story, and it's a good example of how to execute humor in an unexpected and original way. I can guarantee no one else on the site besides the author(or at least very few people), could write dense paragraphs with complex vocabulary hat occasionally overstay their welcome, and still have it be as funny. The comedic timing in this piece was great.

I'd probably vote for Story B, because while Story A's technological skill/uniqueness in using the editor in an unexpected way was cool, the story was ultimately more of a demonstration of pinball. Meanwhile B was fascinating, and clearly the author knows how to write well even if they made choices that seemed strange, and at times unnecessary, to me.

Moving on to the next set of stories:

I will give the win to Story D. Story D was awesome! It's so simple, yet so brilliant that it took my breath away. It's a cat and mouse game, where an interrogator attempts to get information from a suspect who continuously denies everything. I loved the way that we had to probe and be careful with our questions, and essentially follow a specific line of questioning. I loved the concept of resetting, I thought it was pretty creative, because even though you reset their memory, they're still the same person so if you try the same strategy 1000 times, you'll be stuck there 1000 times. But the way the MC played on the suspect's uncertainty and fear of what he might have said when he was reset was a cool strategy. I liked the 2 endings, and I got to give the win to this one.

I hope whoever wrote Story D expands upon it. I would love to know more about the Dominion and the Monster, as well as the mole's moss addiction.

Story C was decent. The writing was quite great! But for me, I found story D to be more compelling and intriguing. Story D had a really cool game element, and just did a little more with the prompt, so I vote for D.

My votes: B and D.

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22 days ago

Story A vs. Story B: Story A

Story C vs. Story D: Story D

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22 days ago
My votes are for B and D

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22 days ago

For the first battle of A vs B:

Although it was a very tough decision: I think Story A has my vote. It was simple, the plot was obvious, and the fact there was 3 full blown pinball games in there was great. Replayability is high due to that. At the same time, I can't really fault Story B at all - it really just came down to fun factor in my opinion.

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22 days ago
Story B and Story C.

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22 days ago
Voting for Story A.

I'll return to this thread and vote for C or D once I'm done reading them.

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17 days ago
Well, I procrastinated the hell out of this, didn't I?

Between stories C and D, I vote for Story D.

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17 days ago
It's expected!

Giving this a couple more days anyhow, mostly to see what happens between A and B. (And because Mystic has mentioned wanting to vote.)

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17 days ago
Honestly, A and B is such an interesting match up just because of how wildly different the two stories are. I'm interested to see what the final outcome will be.

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22 days ago
Between A and B I'd put my quarter in A, mostly because I feel like it understood the assignment better, and also aligned better with my personal biases and I might actually go with those for once.

I'll read C and D in a few hours when I get a break at work.

C and D are both really good. I'll vote D simply because it does more with the word count, but it's close enough that with a different metric C could take it.

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21 days ago
Still going.... Somehow I feel like my score in this game is not going to be beaten. wtf

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20 days ago

Are you ever going to sleep?

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20 days ago
It keeps going when I'm not there. As long as I keep the window open, the spell continues. And it's definitely witchcraft. I magicked the shit out of Death.

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20 days ago

It's the alternate ending where death ceases to exist because he's trapped watching you play pinball for eternity. What a hero.

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19 days ago
Alas... Death always wins. There was a three second power outage, and now all is lost. How foolish of me to show such hubris, to think that I, a mere mortal, could stand against Death himself....

I was nearly at a billion too. But Death has his billions, and many more billions to come....

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19 days ago

I think A did better with the addiction prompt, so I vote Story A. I'll get back to this when I finish C and D

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19 days ago

I liked D better, although C was really good too. I vote story D.

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18 days ago
Between A and B, I would go with B. A was interesting and worthy of note due to the inclusion of the pinball game, but the wrapper story around the game was somewhat flat and overall not that engaging. B had richer worldbuilding and a sense of humor I appreciated more.

Between C and D, I woud go with D. The endings were more engaging and the worldbuilding felt more rich and complete.

Between B and D is a really hard call, but I think I would have to go with B. While the grimdark entry was very well written and a great example of that genre, I was just needing a story that had a possible optimistic ending and I found that with B, while it would go against type for D. This is very subjective, and in a different mindset, I could well go in the other direction.

Great job all of you though. You all did interesting things and wrote good stories.

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14 days ago

Story A vs Story B

This is a difficult decision, as both stories are very, very different in many ways. I've added my detailed comments to the storygames themselves. Ultimately, this came down to a few factors:

Story vs Game

It goes without saying that A is a storygame, whereas B is a storygame. While A has amazing gameplay mechanics, adheres more to the theme and has a bit more replayability, B has a more developed storyline with vivid prose and creative worldbuilding. Both had amusing dialogue and were well-written, but that’s where the similarities end.

Maybe it’s just the writer in me, but I have to say that on this first ground, a stronger story beats even a really well-coded game. 

Length & Scope

Evidently, Story B exceeds the word count by 3k words. I don’t know whether it’s fair to judge the story as a whole or only read the first 4k words (but I wouldn’t know where that stops either). Ultimately, the larger scope did also end up meaning the main ending was abrupt. 

Perhaps the stories aren’t really on equal footing where one’s word count is triple of the other. The longer story just has more words to build-up plot, develop character arcs and describe setting details. This has been the recurring theme of the past few storygame contests.

Then again, the narrative tone of B was great and spent more time on character interactions, humor, and theme. If word count were to be disregarded, I’d vote for B. 

Verdict

I’m going to go with Story B. Still, it wasn’t an easy choice, I did spend a long time pacing around my room and re-reading the votes here before making a decision. Both authors did really well.

My vote for the other two stories would hopefully be posted tonight.

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13 days ago

Better late than never, right?

Story C vs Story D

Similarities & Differences

Both stories were really well-written, but utilized different styles. Story C had some really poetic prose descriptions, whereas Story D focused more on dialogue. Each style was chosen well and matched the theme, concept and genre of its story. The type of branching differed too: Story C went with a cave-of-time format, whereas Story D had an interview-style where some choices led to new options. 

For both, the theme of obsession/addiction was done really well. I found it interesting how in Story C, the metaphorical, emotional state of the obsession was explored, with more abstract descriptions, whereas with Story D, the addiction took a more physical form with concrete imagery. But each one worked well, and they formed the protagonist’s whole goal which propelled the plot of the stories forward.

Scope

I don’t need to enter my quarter vote since the pizza place is now closed, and I'm trespassing after hours, but the main difference between the two is width vs depth. This is what, in my opinion, distinguished the two stories the most and would have probably played the largest role in my decision. Due to the limited word count, there were two options: to try to cover a vast amount of content, or to narrow the scope more and tackle that storyline in detail. (A tip for university students: I always try to ask my lecturers whether they prefer scope or depth when writing research essays and most of the time, they choose depth, i.e. focus on a few main points but really back them up with supporting arguments). 

Here, it seems Story C went for width whereas Story D went for depth. As in, Story C had more variety in branches and different paths you could take, as shown by the numerous endings. There were quite a lot of directions the story could go in, from finding love to drowning yourself (edit: I'm now realizing this one liner makes the story sound like Titanic lol). Yet, this meant there were fewer words to develop each branch and plotline. Whereas with Story D, it focused more on one specific event, which I think helped it feel more complete. While this does mean sacrificing some of the branching, by allowing the reader to piece together the full picture of the Maw and the Dominion through each new link, and adding new dialogue options, the story was kept interesting.

But both of these were brilliant works and again, it was a very difficult decision. I have newfound respect for End and any other storygame contest judge because deciding between storygames is certainly not an easy task.
 

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22 days ago
story C reads like Sethaniel. is he still around?

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22 days ago
Nope, he's long gone.

I think he got kind of disgruntled at 3J about Kiel being removed, basically disappeared for awhile and then came back only briefly to try and push a Kickstarter for a VN. Then just took the money and ghosted everybody lol. Except for coming back at some point much later and taking his games down.

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22 days ago
C & D are the 2 best stories.
the face offs are harder.
Put me down for a vote for A and C.

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22 days ago
Now Alex is here!

Two founders at once, is it the end times?!

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22 days ago
I realized house of horrors and Locked out remain broken & barked at him.

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22 days ago
Yahoo! What an eventful episode!

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22 days ago
house of horrors and locked out should now be playable and published! let me know if you all can see them!

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22 days ago
I see House of Horrors and it appears to be functional, same with the original Locked Out.
In any case it'll be cool to have these back, there's really nothing else quite like them on the site.

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22 days ago
i wont say they're good. I will say they were important for the development of the website!

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14 days ago
And that's it on the vote. I'm still interested in what Mystic thinks about C and D, but that can't change the outcome on those two.

Update soon.

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14 days ago
When the thunder dome is done, are you guys going to put the games on your main profile?

All 4 are really amazing, and they would look really good on your guys's profiles

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11 days ago
Whoops I mean, fuck the mods, TDA out!

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11 days ago
Sherb and I are planning to transfer ours, not sure about the others. They'll stay unpublished in that account as they are though for archival purposes, and because we may do this again sometime even if not as officially.

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11 days ago
The onlookers stood transfixed in the machine's flickering glow, the speakers blaring the tinny music as the battles played themselves out. Sherbet's character promptly cornerned Mizal's against the side of the screen and spammed dozens of kicks, the rows of hearts in the top right swiftly depleting. Mizal's sprite collapsed, flashed a few times, and was carried away by a giant mole bursting suddenly from the ground--the natural allies of fruit goblins, as everyone knows, and apparently Sherbet's special finishing move. A decisive victory for Story D! The match between Sentinel and the Hatter was a bit more unusual. The game glitched several times, as both of them appeared to be...cheating? One moment the battlefield was replaced by a giant pinball machine, and in another their sprites could be seen projected far outside the bounds of the allotted screen space. The battle went back and forth, neither seeming able to get the upper hand. Until finally, the penguin man crouched down and began glowing, charging up to unleash his ultimate attack. 'Sent is typing...' could be seen scrolling in tiny white letters over his head. Hatter's character pulled out a wand. There was a ZAP! and Sent was transformed into a white rabbit at the very moment his own attack took effect. Pixels dripped across the screen, the sprite spastically changing from penguin to rabbit and back again, clutching a pocketwatch as words began to scroll. "I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late! I'm late!I'm late!I'm late!I'm late!I'm lateI'mlate!I'mlate!I'mlateI'mlate!I'mlate..." The words crowded and filled the screen, layering endlessly over each other, and there was a sudden blinding white flash and a sound of tinkling glass. The CYStians gathered round all shielded their eyes and stumbled back, opening them a moment later to find Sentinel and MHD, in the flesh, standing by a machine with a shattered screen. "The old Thunderdome's right around the block, let's settle this the old fashioned way!" Tune in...soon? For the epic tie breaker!

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11 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 5/28/2025 1:01:48 AM
More like Sent glitched out of existence. . .

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11 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 5/28/2025 1:02:37 AM
Yahoo!
Wait, fruit GOBLINS?

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11 days ago
At least it ain't a mind goblin...

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10 days ago
Commended by Ogre11 on 5/28/2025 1:10:58 PM

MIND GOBLIN!?

MIND GOBLIN!?!

SPEAK HIS NAME AND HE WILL APPEAR!


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10 days ago
Put your skin back on!! There's children here

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10 days ago
The anatomy of this abomination confuses me. D:

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10 days ago
Can I change my vote from A to B? Think I need to acid cleanse my eyes now.

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9 days ago

I don't have any acid right now, but here's some unsee juice instead:

Unsee Juice

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9 days ago

Cavus, I think Sent wrote B. Was this really that persuasive? Wow!

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9 days ago
I am 99% sure Sent wrote A, not saying it because MHD doesn't strike me as a programmer (she doesn't, but who knows with how amazing at everything else she is) but rather B's writing feels more like her.

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9 days ago

Fair enough. ^-^ I'll also change my vote to whatever SentinelPenguin didn't write! :D He needs to put his flesh back on.

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9 days ago
I think one of the characters in Story A might have been a clue as to the author.

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9 days ago

You put me up against Terry Pratchett!? That's not fair!

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11 days ago

I've just finished transferring Mole over to my profile, where it is now published (the original can still be viewed in Sneak Peek on the ThunderdomeArcade account, but they should be pretty much identical anyway aside from some grammatical fixes).

If people would like to transfer their ratings and comments over to the official version, send me a message when you're done, and I'll throw some points your way! Yahoo, bribery!

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10 days ago

I love bribery! And Mole, I loved the story too. (Transferred-ish! Decided to write an actual review.)

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10 days ago
Really liked the story, happy to transfer for you.

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9 days ago
done.

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9 days ago
Commended by MadHattersDaughter on 5/29/2025 10:30:40 PM
Sentinel and Hatter slipped out the door, and those who had witnessed the strange events hurried after, leaving Capy's Grim Pizza once more in darkness, now with a busted arcade machine and back door hanging ajar. Damn hooligans.

The group swelled swiftly in number, curious onlookers tagging along on the way to the arena, as the good people of CYStia always do when their mods seem to be preparing for violence.

A number of traditional weapons were laid out; hammers, chainsaws, scythes, text walls. But these were bypassed in favpr of the VERY traditional; Hatter took up a paintbrush, and Sentinel grabbed a spork.

Hatter's eyes narrowed when she saw it.

Sentinel only laughed with a gesture at the crowd. "They always see us united as mods. Few remain now who remember our ancient enmity. But we both know there's something far older and more important at stake here than a mere battle to entertain the masses."

"Indeed, Penguinite." With a flick of her paintbrush, the Hatter drew into existence a dessert glass with a chilled pink...substance inside. Sentinel involuntarily shuddered to look upon it, clutching his spork in a warding gesture. But Hatter only smiled, helping herself to a spoonful of sweet strawberry bliss. "Somebody did once say that revenge is a dish best served cold."

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9 days ago
Story A



Little Larthi lay in Sethra's arms, sound asleep. Mother and daughter they were, travelling in the back of a creaking and ill-oiled wagon. Velian, the old man who had raised the bony-bellied cow that now pulled this wagon, kneeled on a dried bag of oats as he urged the creature along at a steady plod. Their few worldly belongings laid about them, slotted in carefully with everything the rest of the village could pack. Tarquin, Sethra's husband, had died in the reaving along the way-- It was a blessing that she still had sisters and neighbors to turn to at the end of the world.



It had been three hard autumns, each worse than the last, when the elders had declared their home, Lesuca, a dead land. The rain had stopped, and the gods grew silent on the matter, despite increasing pleas. On the first year of the drought, travelers from lands further north than anyone had ever heard of, let alone seen, crossed through their village, apparently on an exodus of their own. They were mostly young men, armed and frightening, but terrified themselves. Through what little language they shared, they told tales of fields turned to barren dust where the corns no longer grew. Tales of vast expanses of land where forest had been cleared of trees, turning to plains where dustclouds grew from mud, and where desperate wolves hunted men, for the antelope had left these places. They told tales of a season they called Winter, and said they had not enough food nor firewood to survive the day when freezing winds descended from their home in the mountains and buried their world in a storm of icy, white sand that gnawed skin from bone. The men without wives or children thought it best to leave their homes behind rather than compete for food with their own families. They were heading south and east, where all the trade routes led. Perhaps, they reasoned, as seemingly all the world's tin travelled to that place, perhaps food and fortune would also have congregated there.



The next year, more travelers came through, but they were rarely young men. Women, children, fathers and grandparents. Hastily armed with makeshift weapons, hunting bows and old bronze tools. Battered and withered people. They carried stories with them too. Stories of a freeze without end. Stories of the earth itself resisting the plough. Stories of sickness and broken teeth, of huddling around a cauldron of soup made from boiling leather and coarse brown grass. Some had dark, distant eyes, hollow with shame. A deep shame, a shame that Velian recognized and would not speak openly of. When Sethra asked him what he meant, he would only speak in a hoarse whisper-- Many of these people, in the endless night of winter, had eaten their dead.



This year, the people of Lesuca did not wait for more travelers after the harvest. They did not wait to eat their dead. They all had done what they could, they had prayed and sacrificed at great expense, but the gods could not acknowledge them. Their intention was clear. The end of the world was rolling in like fog from the north and west, and the world of the dead was soaking into the land of the living. The grayest of the elders, whose time was near, decided that they would stay behind and await. Everyone else took up what they could and left-- Melting their statues, their bells, their sacred ribs, and their ritual bowls into ingots. Their Gods would have to protect them in the form of armor and hatchets now. They huddled onto ships, across the sea, then onto wagons, in search of the legendary cities beyond the sands.



In his forty summers, Velian had seen more of the world, and spoken more languages, than most of the Lesucans. He had sailed to the empire once, and seen wondrous things. A village the size of many fields, possessed of towering temples, man-made mountains of brickwork. On auspicious days, they commanded elephants and lions to walk passively down their streets. Their city was defended by walls that were built a hundred feet high, and colored by bricks of polished blue stone, with gold reliefs of lions. A city where beer was drunk from great urns by the streetside, and mutton was for sale year round! A city of painted walls and flowering fruit trees, bustling like a beating heart at the center of a region where mighty rivers had turned the desert *green*. This city was the king of other cities like it, each one ruled by a God, or so they said. With the sights and sounds, it was hard to believe otherwise. From these cities, many finely-worked items of gold and bronze flowed throughout the world, and to these cities, exotic cattle and rich women from all over the world were sold.



The Lesucans were loathe to leave their home, but their home could no longer have them. Velian's tales of splendor in the distance were some small comfort to their clan-- And, as it happened, the many other clans that came to join them on the shores of this land at the center of the world. But what they saw at the center of the world was not encouraging. The port at which they landed was silent, empty, methodically stripped of all wood and cloth. Many buildings were burnt, or entirely collapsed. There was no sound from a living thing, save for the rummaging of speechless men and women in ragged furs, picking through ashen rubble and fighting over the corpses of dogs... And, in the night, the alternate sobbing and cackling of hyenas.



It seemed even this golden land was grim and rainless, with a sun even crueler than it had ever been in Lesuca. Larthi spent most days clinging to her mother's hand for a sense of safety, and, for the same feeling, Sethra spent most days clinging to the pouch of teeth around her neck. In proper times, had Tarquin died so young, he would have slept beneath the family house, with the other ancestors, for *many* years, until the time came that the earth had taken all his temporary parts away. Then a true necklace could have been made from his teeth, to protect Sethra in her old age. But this was not to be-- Tarquin slept with his body scattered in the bellies of fat vultures and starving horses. It was a great but deeply unorthodox favor the Firekeeper had done, to take his teeth prematurely so that Tarquin could keep his wife safe when there was no time for burial.



The signs in the abandoned port city were clear-- The ships floating unmanned in the bay, pushed ashore and tipped by the current, the dugouts and coracles that had were alternately left to float away into the sea or dragged onto the sand and left behind without a sign of their owners-- The lingering sense of *bloodshed*. The Lesucans and the other tribes assembled were not the first to have come here. They were also, likely, not the last. Velian stated that it was only a matter of time before the tentative campsite hospitality erupted into squabbling over each other's supplies, however, and he urged the Lesucans to carry on further inland, downstream from the great rivers. Many others seemed to have the same idea-- But if they moved together, and perhaps shared whatever they found in the ruins around here, they could work together, too.



Days passed as the tribes searched the ruined land for signs of the city at the center of a green world. Following the river, they found mazes of irrigation trenches where the water had gone stagnant and the fields became sandy mud. The few buildings that remained standing sometimes contained scraps of past-its-prime food, or at the very least dried dung for fires. It was clear that the best had been taken months ago. But between all these scavengers and intrepid fishermen, they did find *just* enough to survive the blistering day and spend another night on the trail.



It was early one morning that they came to a road paved in stone, that cut across a landscape of sparse yellow grass and bald palm trees. Trails of smoke, some too large to have been from chimneys, painted the sky. But despite the burgeoning sun, the wanderers found themselves covered in shadow-- The shadow of walls a hundred feet high. Much of these walls were blue, and decorated with golden lions. But at the same time, mostly at the ground level, it seemed so many of the shimmering blue bricks had been chipped away by looters, and more still had been knocked away by hurled stones. Ahead of the walls, where fields of grain had withered to pale grass, were burst and bloated bodies propped up on barricades. For lack of barley, *heads* grew on wooden stalks, oozing the remnants of life into the ground.



From their seat at the wagon, Sethra found herself shielding her daughter's eyes from the sight, and Larthi found herself shielding her ears from the cacophony of snapping whips, thundering feet, and bellowing horns, as an *army* poured out of the gates. They were great in number-- There had to be at least several hundred of them, all in varying degrees of jingling bronze armor. But, Sethra couldn't help but notice, they were a small, well-armed bulwark compared to the *tide* of bodies that was gradually gathering to look at what was making all this noise. They were too far away to tell for sure, but Sethra could swear that, while many of them were uniform in their beards and formation, a few of them didn't seem like they were *from* the same place as the others-- She could swear she had seen one of these faces, three hard autumns ago. They were different now, wearing armor that fit them oddly, like it had been handed down from someone else, and aged beyond their years...



A parade of chariots parted the men-- Terrifying vehicles, with terrifying faces painted on them, teamed by men in gleaming armor, with every battlefield weapon conceived of. Escorted by a procession of these horse-drawn warriors was an even larger chariot adorned in gold ornament, drawn by six horses, and teamed by five people. Towering above the other four was quite the largest and most terrifying man Sethra had ever seen. His face was obscured by a mask of gold that resembled a lion's face, from whose jaws a massive beard of ringlets spilled like a tongue. The helmet seemed to amplify an already booming voice, and his speech quickly compelled the world to silence.



"Greetings, *Sea People*," Velian found himself translating the speech instinctively, "You are in the presence of Aburhunakaz, Prince of the World and All the Known Cosmos, Guardian of the Twin Rivers and Son of the Sun. It is no secret to me that you have come to my land seeking your ordained purpose. The corpse of the Great Serpent has been eaten to the bone, and mortal men, maggots that they are, starve in the absence of her bounty. You seek the hand of the Firmament, to join in the great City of Aburh and partake in its Eternity. But I fear the most exalted positions are filled. Already I have too far tempted the wrath of my divine ancestors with my squanderous mercy, and the fields of my nation grow pale with their discontent. There is but one place I can offer you in my empire, so hear my warning and hear it well--"



Velian stumbled over his words, clearly stunned by what he was hearing, but continued, "Return whence you came, or rejuvenate my soil with your blood and bones. This is the choice before you."





From what little most of the crowd understood, there was much discontented grumbling. And Sethra's eyes widened in horror as she noticed the crowd of bronze-clad men readying their bows. A compacted army of hardened killers, preparing to rain death upon an army of half-organized despair. Sethra reached into the pile of supplies in the back of their wagon and dislodged the great cooking cauldron just in time. Larthi and her mother were sheltered from what sounded like sharp, scraping hailstones, but from the pained bellowing and the sudden *lurch* as the cow pulling the wagon fell forward, Sethra could tell they were the lucky ones.



"Momma, what's happening!?"



"A dangerous rain falls..."



"I'm scared!"



"Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh. It's okay, little duck. I will always protect you." Sethra grew increasingly unconfident in her words as the screaming and clattering of war drew nearer. Sethra reached under one of the saltfish jars that had been tied down to the wagon, pulling out Tarquin's old belt, and his long dagger with it.



"Listen very carefully, Larthi," Sethra said, "I have to go."



"NO!"



"SHHH! Remember what I said. I will *always* protect you. You will be safe if you stay under this pot. Don't make a sound, and don't come out unless you can hear me, or one of your cousins, or Uncle Velian looking for you. Do you understand?"



Larthi nodded, but her breath was too shaky to speak. Sethra reached for the string around her neck, and pressed the pouch into her daughter's hands, "Papa will always protect you, too. He'll be here while I'm out, it shouldn't be too long, alright?"



When the sound of arrowfall slowed to a stop, Sethra crawled out from under the cauldron. To her horror, finding the elder slumped up against his dying cow with an arrow in his eye, chest, and shoulder. She wasted no time in untying his helmet and his vest of copper scales to protect herself, before drawing her husband's blade. The sun had risen high over the walls by now, but the air was foggy with dust. She could make out a thick battle line up ahead of the wagon, and more and more men from the camps behind rushing to meet the enemy. There was so much screaming. The line of men ahead of her couldn't quite reach the archers and spearmen to fight with them, chariots kept cycling between over and over again, keeping the masses at bay with their own spears, and a hail of missiles. Fortunately, those who were fortunate enough to have shields had deployed them by now.



It all seemed like a hopeless case, before a cry of instruction came out in a language she didn't recognize-- And a flurry of javelins found their way into the heart of a horse, sending a chariot headlong over its team of screaming beasts and dashing the men within against the ground. The golden chariot swerved to avoid it, and scythes attached to the wheels rended men in twain as the Emperor steered close to their formation, but the vehicle ground to a halt as the animals ahead of this chariot were also cut to pieces. The attendants of Aburhunakaz fell one by one as men climbed up the wheels and began to swarm the emperor-- Soon, it was only the giant standing among them, beating men back with a great bronze mace, splattering them like boiled pommegranates, even as spears embedded themselves in his sinewy armored body.



"He bleeds!" Sethra heard someone shout, "Today, a Star-God dines on clay in Irkalla with the rest of us mortals!"



Sethra's grip on her blade tightened, and she picked up a spear from one of the dead lying around her. A hideous death approached her daughter from the front, and a slow death by privation awaited them both from behind. If the only way forward was *through* this wretched deity, then there was no time to waste! She ran to the mob and began climbing over bodies. One way or another, she would pierce his black heart!

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9 days ago
Story B


The Captain's warning was broadcasted on the screen above the upper deck pool. Terrified persons escaped their tanning and swimming beneath the ship's false sun. Children were swept by arms by their parents, confused as to why. The warning sirens pierced your soul, something was suddenly not right on your cruise.

Most of those persons rushed through cramped hallways - to their rooms, hoping that perhaps they would find safety there. But how did these creatures, these aliens, find their way onto the ship in the first place? If they found their way onto the ship, then they could most likely find their way into your room.

You grasped your daughter's wrist tightly. There was a scream on an upper deck.

"Put your hands on your ears," you begged Lilah. She was hesitant but quietly obeyed.

You were not running to your room, you knew better. You were moving to the escape shuttles. You tore mercilessly through the crowds - only one vision on your eyes, and that was saving Lilah. It was a fierce motherly instinct that overcame you. It filled your veins with adrenaline, turned your muscles to steel, made your eyesight red.

Other mothers, other fathers, other people, yelled at you as you shoved your way through them. More, louder screams echoed through the ship. These creatures were everywhere. They had been everywhere, incubating, growing, waiting for the most vulnerable time to strike. And that was now.

You pulled Lilah into your arms, hoisting her halfway over your shoulder. You had not carried her like this in years - she was too big now. But your old bones did not feel the weight of her - only the adrenaline.

You smashed the screen, unlocking the escape shuttle. You tore through an elderly couple. All was fair when your daughter's life was on the line.

"Look out the window," you hissed at Lilah. She had never seen you like this before. Perhaps once before, when she sprawled crayon along your kitchen cabinets. Even then, she was quickly forgiven. Regardless, she knew to follow your directions.

Behind you, the elderly couple pounded on the door that slid shut behind you, begging you to allow them in. But you turned from them quickly, taking a seat at the console. For all you knew, they too had those creatures in them. You slammed the large red launch button, before Lilah had even fastened her seatbelt.

The escape pod launched into space. You watched the cruise ship move away from you. In reality, you were moving away from it. Lilah tumbled from her feet.

"I'm sorry, baby," you told her.

"Momma," Lilah whispered, "what happened?" She watched the cruise ship as well. Tiny hands clasped the ledges of the windows. You could see her little mind working to make sense of this all. Hells, yours was too.

There was no use lying to Lilah, she was a smart girl - you made sure of it. And the situation was dire. But the least you could put it to her gently.

You flipped through a dusty manual about driving the escape shuttle. Thankfully, it was in layman's terms. Put the ignition key in the blue ignition slot. Type in coordinates. Coordinates for Earth Two - RA 14h 29m 43s | Dec -62° 40' 46?. Send warning signal to nearby craft - press shiny green button. The shiny green button barely pressed down.

You muttered, "Uh, there were creatures that got into the ship."

"Like mice?" Lilah asked. Now she was almost intrigued. She had a kind soul. You would capture the house mice and release them in the woods. It seemed cruel to kill them in crude traps.

"Yes, like mice. But they were biting people - hurting people. We had to leave," you explained.

Lilah, gentle as she was, nodded at you, watching the cruise ship Paradise drift away. It seemed so unassuming from here. One would think it was paradise there. You saw fifteen floors of lights begin to flicker. The globe-like glass that enveloped the entire top deck turned foggy. You could not imagine what was happening there now.

You turned forward. One would think that space was crowded with planets and their moons, stars and supernovas. Black holes that threatened the galaxies in the far distance. Sprawling galactic clusters that shimmered brightly and lit your way. But the truth was there was so much distance between one star and another, sometimes light years. You and Lilah melted through the inky darkness for hours. The stars in front of you hardly moved. It felt like you had not moved at all.

The feeling made you sick. There was a disconnect between your eyes and your body that rocked back and forth on the shuttle. Lilah curled up in a chair with her own eyes tightly closed. You knew she felt the same.

"Are we going home?" she asked, breaking a long, lulling silence.

"Yes," you lied. Or rather, you hoped. Home was a hundred light years away, easy enough to warp to with a ship, but you were not so sure with a shuttle. And now that you realized how vast space was. It might be forever.

You knew one thing - you were going to try. You owed it to Lilah, you owed it to motherhood.

To survive.

Your sight glazed over. Wandering eyes only had so many stars to glance between. Lilah managed to fall asleep. Her long, red hair draped over her shoulders, encasing her like a soft, shimmering blanket. Like she was a beautiful sleeping princess. She got the red hair from her father. As gorgeous as it was, it reminded you of him.

You reminded yourself that she was not him. That she was just a blessing he gave you, that she was entirely her own little human. Her own, gentle soul. And surely, better than him in every way.

You felt immensely guilty - booking this cruise. You had read the screen at home. The deal was a steal. A week in space, from this galaxy to the next. A most glorious sightseeing adventure - and three heated pools on deck. You knew it was too good to be true. You wanted to take Lilah on an adventure.

~~~

Lilah loved to read. In a world of holographic movies and games, Lilah preferred the sweet solitude of one of her many books. She had her own library at home. Shelves and shelves full of fairytales. She was an escapist like yourself.

She brought a dozen books in a pink bag with her on the cruise. Sally the Mechanic. A Mermaid's Adventure. Three versions of Cinderella. You imagined that little pink bag now, left in your room on the ship - to never be opened and read by a little girl again.

You wished you had a book here for her now. But all you really had was that dusty shuttle manual. You humored yourself - that perhaps she would read the entire manual and learn how to be a ship engineer. She could rig this shuttle to be faster - to get home sooner.

The shuttle murmured on. You were exhausted. Fear and sadness replaced the adrenaline, your eyelids were heavy. You pulled Lilah up. She muttered in her sleep. You sat down where she had been, pulled her into your lap and pulled a silverly blanket around you both.

Her presence soothed you enough to fall asleep, if only for a little while.

Small trivial things - like heated pools, plastic dolls, matching socks - did not seem to matter now. How quickly these things fall from one's worries, when one's life was suddenly on the line. How quickly, massive space cruise ships, filled with technology sometimes even beyond yourself, were only shells that could be invaded at any moment. And how suddenly your worries turn to survival.

You were alive now. You had a dream about Lilah and her father - a simpler time on Earth Two. Where the sun was not simulated nor just one sparkly dot in space, light years away from you. You basked in the dream, and the rude awakening brought tears down your cheeks. You refused to sob and wake your delicate Lilah.

You held Lilah close. Had no one heard your emergency signal yet?

Beneath the chair, something shuffled.

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9 days ago
Vote here for which child with an L name you prefer.

(The theme: Prompt 12, A story involving trying to survive some sort of disaster while also protecting/saving at least one loved one.)

Update: This vote has ended.

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9 days ago

It's awfully hard to vote when both the stories are the exact same... 

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9 days ago
You sound insane.

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9 days ago

Gosh, must have been hallucinating! Time to figure out if it were a dagger or a bag of ashes...

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9 days ago

I mean they are STRANGELY similar, but that's going a little far, don't you think?

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9 days ago

Vastest apologies. It does seem a bit strange, now that you mention it, though.

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9 days ago

A because even though it doesn't seem directly resolved it still seems to have more of an end to it than B which leaves off on a cliffhanger unless I missed something. 

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9 days ago

Story A:

Plot twist! It was a bag of ashes and a dagger! This story vaguely reminds me of something I've read, but I can't quite place it. Not that that's a bad thing, in fact, I think it adds to the dystopian feeling of the story even more. Now, I quite like this review format, so I'm going to continue with it.

The Good:

The pacing, SPAG, and world building were all just as expected from incredible writers like MHD and Sent. The backstory was believable and quite interesting, and the concept of a 'dead land' is fascinating to me. I wonder what it means in this context.

The Meh:

Of course, there's only so much characterization you can do in these many words. Sticking to being in one character's mind may have helped a bit more.

The Bad:

It got confusing at parts. With all the character switching, I couldn't really tell what was going on until halfway through the story. Also, more importantly, the cliffhanger! Why oh why... I suddenly need to know more and now I'll never get my answers. If Sethra is dead I'm going to cry! What happens to Larthi? All essential questions. The admin who wrote this better release the story. Please.

Personal Insight:

I really liked this one. On the traditional rating scale for the site I'd give it a solid 6/8.

 

Story B:

This went for a shotgun shell to the Pathos of the reader, I see. The admins are being cruel with us today.

The Good:

Once again, world building, plot, pacing, SPAG, the works. All near-perfect. The story of this one was more compelling, reminding me of movies about Alien parasites during the Red Scare. (If you aren't from the USA or Russia, the Red Scare was a period of time where the US got very paranoid about communism. Movies of the time reflected it, and many were about hostile beings from outer space, such as 'The Thing.') This story also does an excellent job of focusing on one idea of the main character, yet giving new information. The characterization of both characters was incredible, and if they die, I am now emotionally attached to them and will cry.

The Meh/The Bad:

Really, nothing comes to mind for these two categories. (Except, of course, another cliffhanger.)

Personal Insights:

The only thing holding this story back from a traditional 8/8 on the scale is the length, I feel wrong giving a short story an 8. But it really is that good. 7/8

 

tl;dr

Please, admins, make both of these into a storygame or a longer story. They're both fantastic and I would love to see more. I'm certainly going to read all of your other stories. Thanks for sharing these. This was a tough decision, I really enjoyed both, but I'm going to cast my vote for Story B.

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9 days ago
Voting for Story A.

These are both good stories but I prefer Story A as it seemed to have more world building. It's made abundantly clear that the city was really the only option and it was a wall that Sethra had to breach if she wanted to save her daughter. The descriptions of other abandoned settlements contributes to and builds this idea up well.

In contrast, story B reads more like it should've been a CYOA. The main character makes a beeline for the escape shuttles, but I feel like there should've been more options to be considered before that course of action was decided upon. It definitely felt like the word limit might have worked against it.

Regardless, this was quite the battle. I'm glad to have borne witness to it.

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8 days ago
Well this time the choice was easier thanks to both short stories being more similar in tone and what they tried to accomplish, and yet it still wasn’t immediately clear cut from my perspective. Both work well as potential openings to larger stories, with A doing more worldbuilding as it crafts an interesting “prologue” to what could be an apocalyptical epic, and B not bothering with throwing a wall of exposition at us and getting straight into the action as it sets up a potentially interesting little horror story.

There are some flaws in both for sure. B’s cliffhanger ending and general vagueness mean there’s not much story to rate while A does a whole lot of telling in the beginning as it struggles to fit all the interesting bits of lore in its short word count, but ultimately my vote goes for Story A. There’s just more there to expand from if the author decided to turn it into a larger thing and even if not it is more complete as a story.

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8 days ago
Both stories are quite good, and I would be interested in reading a more extended treatment of both. With that said, my vote would be for Story B. I agree with the other comment that B felt like more of a CYOA path. Unlike many of the other voters, I actually liked the cliffhanger endings. The only issue with Story A's cliffhanger is that things are still hopeless for everyone, even if she 'wins'.

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7 days ago

Both of these were excellent reads, I hate to have to choose between them but for voting purposes I will say I overall preferred Story A.

Story A set the setting well, it almost gave me like a "traveling through the Oregon Trail in dire and desperate circumstances to try and survive to get to the promised land" except even the promised land was something terrible. Traveling through strife only to arrive at what was a boss battle, pretty satisfying even if we don't quite know how it ended.

Story B had a unique take on the prompt, trying to survive a disaster and then taking it into aliens and space. The idea of slowly going through space on a rickety old escape pod and not knowing whether or not you're going to make it is proper nightmare fuel. Like being stuck in the middle of the ocean on an old raft, except you dont have the chance of a helicopter flying by and rescuing you. The ending suggesting an alien made it aboard the pod adds an extra layer of doom as well. I wish we saw that play out a bit more, but I also understand the decision to leave it up to the imagination.

 

Both stories were fantastic! Either way it goes, it was a good one. 

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7 days ago
Story A.

Because.

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6 days ago
Both A and B are good reads. I loved the worldbuilding of A - it crafts the setting masterfully. At times, it did feel like it sat with its exposition a little too long as opposed to progressing the story itself, but I couldn't say I was ever outright bored with the story. In contrast, B takes us immediately into action. I loved the protective mother-daughter dynamics in both of these stories, but I found the perspective of B helped me connect more with the characters in my opinion. Overall I think I'll go with Story B.

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6 days ago

A loud clatter arose in the dimly lit chamber where the Shadowdrake slept. It was not enough to wake him, at first, but as the points continued to clank the beasts eyes shot open. "Who dares pilfer my hoard?" Shadowdrake roared groggily, shaking off two years of slumber. That's when he spotted the commotion in the streets.

Peering with curiosity, he watched as Sentinel and Hatter furiously battled with their words flying back and forth across the page. He listened while the crowd taunted them--occasionally nodding in agreement or scowling in disapproval. Eventually, he was able to gather what was happening.

"If you need me to vote, fine. However, I expect my points to be returned in exchange," he grumbled under his breath to no one in particular. Still unsure of who rifled through his hoard in the dead of night, he continued. "While I can imagine story B is popular among the rabble, I prefer story A! The world building felt more complete. Both stories had a similar theme... and Childs name for some odd reason... but subtle details like the mother in story A giving her daughter the teeth of her dead husband painted a better picture of the world we were visiting in this story. I did have some minor frustrations... like the words that had asterisks around them for *some* reason... or repetitive sentences like 'Fortunately, those who were fortunate...'. However, as a whole I get more immersed in the world from story A than story B which gave little details other than it's a sci-fi futuristic version of earth where you can warp through space and go on a week-long cruise."

Shadowdrake coughed to clear his throat. He hadn't reviewed a writing in quite some time, and it was more time consuming than he remembered. With his rant over, he drifted back in the shadows to lurk around the outskirts of the crowd and guard his dwindling hoard.

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5 days ago
Story B, cuz' Lilah and a feeling that Story B might be the one I like better.

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4 days ago
OK, I finally have time to read these two stories properly. :) I liked them both.

Story A was really well-written though a lot of it was about the situation rather than the characters. The main character is a passive sort who mainly has all these incredible experiences happen to her, but her situation is described in a very imaginative and well-portrayed way. Story B was more immediately-immersive for me – you literally hear the ground running and I always prefer first-person to third-person stories anyway. The action does quickly slow once the escape pod is away but I think the final sentence of the story gave it a really good twist. Both are well-written but of the two I’d vote for Story B, even though sci-fi isn't usually my thing.

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3 days ago
Story B was better.

Story A had a lot of asterisks, a few annoyingly passive sentence, and a lot of prologue

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3 days ago
Calling the vote now, will update later.

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3 days ago
"later"

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6 days ago
B for me. Both are well written and quite similar. The second person narration in the B is unusual, but as the narration is very close it actually worked out well. For me the main difference, is that in B I got a little bit more space to warm up with the characters in the beginning of the story, while A transitioned quickly into backstory.
Characterization and basic storytelling very good in both. In terms of plot I favor B, which felt more subtle to me, but I would expect that many people would like the somewhat cleaner approach of A better. In any case, B gets subjective my vote, but its pretty close.

THUNDERDOME: TIEBREAKER

3 days ago

Now that the voting is closed, let the record show that the annoying asterisks were meant to be slightly less annoying italics, but I didn't have faith that replacing them all in the editor would keep in the cys pm, and ThunderDomeArcade was forced to speedrun uploading the things over the brief crumbs of wifi she could find in a WWI trench full of flesh-eating moths, so they were never to be replaced.

Unfortunately, unbeknownst to the voters, they were also voting for which mother-child duo would ultimately survive their cliffhanger. It's probably for the best, however. I wouldn't wish even a pre-apocalyptic bronze age life on any but the worst children, and Larthi's skeleton will be very informative to archeologists if it is ever found!

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3 days ago
That is my bad on the italics, though asterisks have been used for *emphasis* for such a large swath of internet history I just automatically read them that way and don't find anything annoying about them unless they contain some kind of gay roleplaying sentence fragment instead.

They just get converted to words in italics in the actual message, which does mean I have to go in manually and place the tags, which...yeah, this time wouldn't have been happening. F.

THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

7 days ago
I'm going to start taking 50 points from anyone I see online who does NOT vote. (You can get them back when you VOTE.)

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7 days ago

I'm not allowed to vote on this :(

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7 days ago
I'll vote 4 you if you vote 4 me ;~]

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7 days ago

That sounds like a good deal to me.

I vote for the one MHD wrote!

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7 days ago
I vote for Sherbet's!!

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7 days ago

you GOBLIN! YOU SWINDLED ME!

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7 days ago
Ok, I vote for each of the stories to get my points back :)

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7 days ago

If you vote for one of the two tiebreaker stories you'll be elligible for a commemorative profile award!

THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

7 days ago
Enticing :) When is the deadline for this? I feel I had better read all 4 stories before voting for my favourite. And the two shorter ones.

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7 days ago
The voting right now is just around the two regular short stories.

Sherbet unpublished story D (Mole) and moved a copy to his profile. It's probably my favorite as a storygame, though MHD's and Sent's have some really fun points and should definitely be checked out at some point.

THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

6 days ago
Between A and B: I think I prefer Story A a bit over Story B (which does have its positives). I vote Story A. Pinball game is fun. Play it for my life. Yeah!
Between C and D?: I think I played D before… C it is. I like it.

THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

6 days ago
The vote on the storygames has actually ended, fell free to vote for the short stories in this thread though.

And thanks for rating the games anyway. Story D is the most recently published one just called Mole now, Sherbet moved it to his profile if you want to rate that one too.

THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

6 days ago
Thank you for letting me know… (I'm too late… I only did all this because I got docked 50 points for no reason other than “VOTE IN THUNDERDOME”)

THUNDERDOME: BATTLE OF THE MODS

6 days ago

Yes, vote in thunderdome, for the tiebreaker stories above you, ya numpty

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3 days ago
Commended by Mizal on 6/4/2025 10:05:34 PM

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2 days ago
I can't wait!

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yesterday
I'm mad I missed all this, looking forward to the last battle.