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To win a copy of Game Night, write a drabble, below, in the comments section. The theme is roleplaying game comedy. A drabble is a short story that's precisely 100 words long. The writer of the best drabble, as judged by Jonny Nexus himself, will win a signed copy of Game Night. You have one week from today (so, till midnight GMT on 5 Feb 2010) to write your drabble & submit it to the comments on this entry.
The contest is open to all, but all comments will be screened, and any comment that is not a drabble (including any comment that is not precisely 100 words) will be deleted.
January 29 2010, 09:34:44 UTC 2 years ago
Cthulhu Madness
The priest was tied up, while the three investigators stood around .Joe said, "strip him naked, with a stick of dynamite between his legs, he'll soon talk".
why is it every time we capture someone, you decide that you’re going to strip and torture them, said Claire.
Dan chipped in, "why don't you just stick that dynamite where the sun don't shine and be done with it".
Will, put his pencil down, "I'm supposed to be insane".
You have a fear of the dark and convinced your being stalked by a rabbit, not obsessed with stripping everyone, replied Dan.
January 29 2010, 13:22:37 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Cthulhu Madness
That... sounds too much like reality than a story...January 29 2010, 12:56:41 UTC 2 years ago Edited: February 3 2010, 11:03:23 UTC
‘What is it this time?’ he asked his fawning vizier.
‘A delegation of Zingarans, eager to parlay.’
‘Send them in,’ said the King, waving his hand dismissively - a hand that had strangled snake-gods, climbed the Mountains of Forever, fondled dusky maidens on the altars of evil temples, now reduced to signalling to courtiers. The Zingarans approached. On a signal from their leader, two women threw themselves to the ground and set off a terrible wailing.
‘Why?’ thought Conan, ‘why did I ever mention the lamentations of the women?’
January 29 2010, 16:44:19 UTC 2 years ago
contest entry
Chris: "A square table...c'mon I thought we were gonna share the story."John: "What's wrong with the table?"
Chris: "The square table is a fascist piece of furniture. You'll set at the head and then everyone will fight to sit next to you."
John: "I suppose you're a roundie. Great, you want me to sit around the table and get nothing done. How are gonna run a game when you don't have a leader?"
Chris: "We could sit on the floor."
John: "I'm not some peasant. I'm a knight of the sixth order."
Chris: "I guess it's game over then."
January 30 2010, 16:18:54 UTC 2 years ago
Gamers!
GM: Sorry, you can’t use this character.Player: Why not?
GM: Because this is a pirate adventure, and he’s a 13-year-old Chinese boy, in the Caribbean in the 17th-Century. How did he get there?
Player: He’s on a journey of learning and spiritual self-discovery in preparation to becoming a Shaolin monk.
GM: Of course he is. But how did he get there?
Player: He decided he should go see this “New World” he’d heard of, and got captured.
GM: So now he’s a 13-year-old Chinese boy captured by pirates! He’s gonna get passed around like rum.
Player: Oh…
GM: Yeah.
January 31 2010, 22:13:56 UTC 2 years ago
Cairo, 1934 (an approximate campaign summary)
137 suspects, including 13 boys, have been arrested in a bizarre case of arson and murder. Police report that the suspects all claim to have been secretly tracking one of the other suspects, on behalf of one of 5 self-styled “investigators” of American origin. A small explosion destroyed one house and killed 4 local men. The sole survivor claims that he was also hired by one of the “mad investigators” to follow another “investigator”, and that the 5 of them were fighting over books and statuettes at the time of the explosion. The whereabouts of the 5 foreigners is unknown.February 4 2010, 11:11:50 UTC 2 years ago
GM: As you approach the dock, you see the distant figure of Fingers Arbuthnot, rowing out towards the black galleon.
Paladin: We’ll never catch him! And he's got the Hellkey!
Mage: Don't worry, a fireball across his bows will soon make him turn round.
Paladin: Careful now.
GM: Hm, it's dark and he's 90 yards away, roll for accuracy. Just don't roll a ...
Mage: 1, I got 1.
GM: There is a distant explosion and you are engulfed in a cloud of burning row boat and lightly charred thief.
Paladin: You're only supposed to blow the bloody oars off!
February 4 2010, 11:29:39 UTC 2 years ago
February 8 2010, 13:24:16 UTC 2 years ago Edited: February 8 2010, 13:26:12 UTC
For some reason, I couldn't see your comment until just now when it was a bit late to do anything about it. And besides, I too already have a copy.
February 8 2010, 13:35:06 UTC 2 years ago
February 7 2010, 15:20:36 UTC 2 years ago
Fully Expecting to be Disqualified for Lateness...
...but then I own a copy of Game Night already.Lucy's Omniscope: or Real Observers in Fictional Worlds
ucy was thinking about the her new Quantum Omniscope when Carla came in. "They're plotting downstairs: lotteries; horseracing; making money out of your new crystal ball. Where do you get your ideas?"
"This was your idea" Lucy answered. "Remember 'God the Storyteller'?"
"Last night..." Carla stopped. "You invented this to find God?"
"Theism is unprovable. So I looked for the story."
"And?"
"He's a lazy storyteller. Remember Schrödinger's Cat? Almost everything is unobserved, undetermined, like the cat. I saved everything observed in this file."
Carla frowned. "Only 656 bytes? How big a story would that make?
"Oh, about 100 words."
February 8 2010, 09:37:55 UTC 2 years ago
Re: Fully Expecting to be Disqualified for Lateness...
I'll show the story, just for fun, but yeah, it is too late for Jonny to consider for the judging, I think. Anyway -- I hear you own a copy of Game Night already! ;)