This Time Around... (1112 hits)
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Submitted by Uber Madness 2004 (View user info) at 2004-10-24 08:40:19 EDT
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Entry 1
The chipmunks outside my house (and I don't mean Alvin, Simon, and Theodore) are quietly planning a palace coup. I truly believe these particular chipmunks are crafty bastards with their minds bent on the complete conquest of my home, and with murder in their black little hearts. Oh devilish deviants demanding domination, I know who you are, and I have my eye upon you.
A few weeks ago, I started noticing an inordinately high number of chipmunks perusing the treeline behind my house. In a perfect world, I would think nothing of it, and merely enjoy the sight of my daughters feeding them, and the animals expressing their pleasure with their seemingly harmless "rik-tik-tik" sounds. But no. These chipmunks were giving me a Look. The kind of Look that said, "You thinks we're beggars, but soon we shall overcome our oppression and feast upon your rotting corpse". At least, that's what the Look said to me. To my daughters, the Look said, "We're hungry, feed us". But I'm older and know better, the sneaky bastards.
At my youngest daughter's urging, I held out a handful of sunflower seeds to feed one of the brutes, and it bit me. Not hard, but hard enough to make me jump up and run away screaming like a little bitch. Goddamned monsters.
A few days later, I went out to the back patio to start up the grill for some tasty brats (the sausage, not the children), and I saw that they had crapped all over my fucking patio furniture. There was chipmunk shit all over everything. The chairs. The table. The umbrella stand. I shouted to the sky and railed against God, "Will it never end, O Lord?!"
And finally, the other day I went up to the attic to get some thing or other, and noticed that the chipmunks HAD GNAWED THROUGH THE FUCKING ROOF SHINGLES AND HAD GOTTEN INTO THE FUCKING ATTIC. The entire place smelled like chipmunk shit. There were literally a half dozen of those duplicitous rodents lying in wait to kill me.
I consider myself a peaceful man, but I can only be pushed so far before I fucking snap. These chipmunks knew that, yet they continued to taunt me. It shall not stand, do you understand me? It. Shall. Not. Stand. This time around, it'll be different. It's just that I need to scare them away somehow.
But what in the world will scare a chipmunk?
Chipmunks are scared of dogs, right? Well, my dog is a 13-year old Golden Retriever who is about as active as a bag of pudding. I swear to God, if the fucking chipmunks ran up to her and started defecating on her face, I don't think she'd even take a swipe at them, let alone get up and chase them down. What to do? What to do? I know! I'll go to the Disney™ Store and buy a 101 Dalmatians® costume and pretend I'M a dog! That'll scare the piss out of them, right?
Let's see, what else are they scared of? What about Ninjas? Bingo! I went upstairs and grabbed a black T-shirt out of my dresser and made an impromptu ninja mask out of it. Not perfect, but more than adequate for the job at hand. It's not like I needed to infiltrate a hollowed out volcano and take down Ernst Stavro Blofeld™ and the rest of S.P.E.C.T.R.E®. It was just a bunch of maniacal chipmunks. Right?
What else? What else could possibly strike fear into those dastardly creatures? I thought and thought, and I came up with nothing. Man, how I wished someone was here to help me come up with crazy ideas. Wait! That's it! Homer Simpson! He's the king of crazy ideas! But unfortunately, he's not real, and I'd already bought the dog outfit. Maybe I could wear my Homer Simpson slippers as a substitute? Hell, it couldn't hurt. On they went.
So that was it. Dog suit? Check. Ninja mask? Check. Homer slippers? Check. I was absolutely positive that I would scare the nasty entrails out of those damn chipmunks. Shit, I almost gave my WIFE a heart attack when she saw me, and she's used to my dumb ass. The chipmunks would have no chance against a wily fucker like me.
Just to be safe, I bought a shotgun to take those motherfuckers down. And a rake.
- VS -
Entry 2
The last time, only a handful of civilians had died. There had been no proper plan; noone had done a proper job of the recon work. It was a scandal, and an embarrassing addition to the righteous cause's list of attacks.
How the fools even managed to steal the right van was a mystery to Ali bin Hamed. But they were stupid in their operation of the mission. They had no plan in regards to the media. The media was a giant factor in this line of work now. Give the media the right twist, and from there it was up to you only to lie back and watch the outcome for you and your brothers.
Scared and excited, the fools had packed the truck with explosives, parked it in the car park next to the corner of the building and set it off. If they had done any preparatory work at all they would have worked out that the building is strongest at the base; its weakness being commensurate with the higher it reached. The same went for its sibling.
That had been no waste of manpower, for there were many more who would die for the cause. If martyrdom was offered to you on a silver platter, there was nothing you could do other than leap into action. For your brothers, for your beliefs, for your country, for Allah. They had dived at the opportunity, but missed it. They had let it fall through their fingers and killed themselves for a botched attempt at -what was the new buzz-word?- terrorism. Bin Hamed smiled at the word every time he heard the capitalists speak it. We do not spread terror, he thought, we spread hope. Hope that Americans will die some day, that the USA can be reached.
After all, there they were, half a dozen of these so-called terrorists, standing on board two planes, steering them and commanding them towards another "act of defiance". It wasn't all about kicking back at the big guys; it was a kick back at oppression. It was a stand against the politicians.
Bin Hamed had noticed some of his brothers were nervous. They were getting edgy, and were shouting at the passengers. Fahad, the youngest of the group, was holding a woman as hostage, to stop the passenger's attacking him. Their only weapons were pocket knives, and he was holding his to a woman's throat, her arm twisted behind her back. Her belly protruded greatly, she must have been at least 6 months pregnant. He was screaming at her husband in a torrent of Arabic, and the husband in turn was screaming for his wife, who was crying quietly. Bin Hamed walked to Fahad and pulled the knife from his grasp. The woman fled to her husband's embrace and sobbed into his lapel.
Fahad's emaciated face was taught with fear and anger. His eyes were wet with pride, and he stared unblinking at Bin Hamed, who folded the knife and handed it calmly back to the boy.
"Listen to me, boy," he spoke contritely "You must command their respect without resorting to drastic measures like killing. Command respect not for yourself, but for your actions" He put great stress on the last word. "Act as if you would kill them all in an instant if you so wished. Because it is true, after all. This time it will work."
Fahad, reminded of his duty in this majestically orchestrated attempt at lowering the pitiable Americans to their knees, guarded over the hostages once more. Bin Hamed walked into the cockpit to speak to the pilot. He re-emerged after a few minutes. It was soon. Very soon. They were flying low above the suburban area, and the plane started to quake with the strain of the minimised altitude. The wings clattered and the seats shook loosely in their moulded fittings. This was the time where crowd control was essential. Bin Hamed joined Fahad in the aisle, warding off passengers, though most were seated and clutching desperately to their armrests, or each other. Many prayed.
"Wrong God" thought Bin Hamed, "Wrong time"
The shaking increased exponentially with the lower the plane descended. Now it was flying below the clouds, and the spanning panorama of the city spread into view. The amazing construction of New York stood crystal clear as if it held its breath as the plane thundered over it, steadily creeping lower and lower. People started to scream when they realised they were so close to the buildings. They were confused, angry, scared, in denial. A large majority now chanted to God to save them all. They pleaded with him to stop the plane, to stop the terrorists. It was much too late.
The plane tipped drastically to one side, sending Fahad and Bin Hamed toppling into the wall. The air wasn't as easy to ride on as the winds buffeted the plane and swirled around it. The brilliant blue sky stood perfectly still in stark contrast to the indoor mayhem. Fahad climbed to his feet to find a small man throwing himself at him in a final attempt to stop the plane. He landed on Fahad's chest and winded him, sending the knife loose under a seat. Fahad grappled with the man, and rolled on top of him. He planted his palm on the man's cheek and forced his head onto its right side, and with his other hand, he gripped the man's right shoulder and pulled terribly, breaking the man's neck. The body's hands clung to his clothes, but there was no more life in him.
The plane reached a sudden plateau of calm, and Bin Hamed crawled to the front of the plane. He saw the buildings closer than he had ever seen them. So close that he could see the offices inside them. Every individual window. He ran towards the cockpit, where a deadly silence commanded the room. The pilot was drenched with sweat and his hands firmly gripped the control stick. His eyes were focused directly in front of him. He quietly muttered a prayer to Allah under his breath.
The high screeching of the alarms on the control panels and the metal wings straining not to snap was deafening, and sent a piercing chill straight to his core. Bin Hamed looked at the cockpit's screen and felt his stomach drop. His bladder convulsed and released itself as his brain managed to process what his eyes were seeing.
He found himself staring at the face of one of the largest towers in the world. The plane was sickeningly angled so that the entire field of view was taken up by the façade. Bin Hamed found himself, in that last instant of insatiable sickness and fear, imprinting every detail of the building into his memory. In the split second he had been in the cockpit, he spent a lifetime doubting what he had done. A face screamed at a window in front of him. He could almost see the whites of their eyes.
He screwed his eyes shut and begged forgiveness.
Entry 1:
absolutes
bigbabylons
bob
Circe
comicbookguy
Coyote
darko
Disektor
Durae
engine13
girlreporter
Gnome
godking
hyprspacd
jack11058
jimbo
LadyPlural
Method
mikethescottish
munkeypants
NerfHerder
polyamorousaj
runninginplace
salmonofdoubt
Scott_James
Seralena
sexy_biatch
sparkle_pink
SPECIALk
stevie_says
thaumaturge
Thored
tinactin
TrickyRicky
WillZone
xenon
Yes
30 eligible votes (37 total) *
Entry 2:
Adamdidit2u
Banned_Spiral2
Bigmike
blondie1
Ccenzo
cexshun
Dirtbird
domenad
humor_me
iddqd
Jack_McCallum
JonnyX
lojope
professorfuckface
redraven
ScoutCJustice
sebcharrot
SilvrWolf
tlozoot
wazzawazzayo
William_Q_Percy
zakalwe
zombieZero
16 eligible votes (23 total) *
* Eligible votes are those made by users who had either (A) posted 3+ messages OR (B) written 100+ [lowered from 750+] reviews as of the beginning of the UberMadness! competition.
User Reviews
Submitted by corn_nugget (user info) at 2004-10-31 10:54:19 EST (#)
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haha... man, Jimbo... you is funnie
Submitted by Huber_the_Nose (user info) at 2004-10-28 03:20:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2004-10-27 20:00:02 EDT (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2004-10-27 19:22:44 EDT (#)
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1,2,1,2 whatcha gonna do?
Submitted by runninginplace (user info) at 2004-10-27 17:42:48 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Durae (user info) at 2004-10-27 16:14:13 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Yes (user info) at 2004-10-27 15:56:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by zombieZero (user info) at 2004-10-27 14:01:20 EDT (#)
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Submitted by hyprspacd (user info) at 2004-10-27 10:26:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Method (user info) at 2004-10-27 09:16:18 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Author2 at 2004-10-26 17:09:10 EDT (#)
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Oh well, it was good while it lasted.
Congratulations on winning this round, because I seriously doubt that I will be able to catch up 9 votes in one day (considering I didn't receive 1 today).
I may speak prematurely (who knows, I might even get a vote tomorrow!!! <gasp>) but, I doubt it.
Submitted by godking (user info) at 2004-10-26 16:56:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-10-26 16:55:37 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Author #1 at 2004-10-26 15:24:22 EDT (#)
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And check out my daughter's awesome purple ball in the background! It looks like it's just resting there, but in reality, the chipmunks are carrying it away. Dastardly thieving creatures.
Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-10-26 12:58:08 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Thored (user info) at 2004-10-26 08:58:32 EDT (#)
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That picture was worth more than a thousand words. (Entry One)
Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-10-25 19:18:38 EDT (#)
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Stop it. Really.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2004-10-25 18:55:13 EDT (#)
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Author #2 had serious cojones to take that subject on...
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-10-25 17:37:50 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Author2 at 2004-10-25 17:01:24 EDT (#)
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Coyote- Don't worry about it.
Jack McCallum- Hahaha. I'm not in any way trying to imply that I sympathise, empathise, feel sorry for or condone what the terrorists did; what they did was so sickeningly awful that I can't even comprehend it, but I just thought it would be an interesting angle.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-10-25 16:46:46 EDT (#)
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Hooo-boy! What do I do here?
Vote for the piece of shit that is #1, an embarrassment in the face of some excellent Round 3 entries? Or vote for #2, which is incredibly well-written but seems to sympathize with scumbag terrorists intentionally targeting innocent civillians, a viewpoint that PISSES ME OFF???
Well, I love writing. Always have, always will. So I have to vote for #2 no matter how much it hurts to do so, because the writing fucking top-notch.
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-10-25 16:17:40 EDT (#)
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http://www-personal.umd.umich.edu/~vklepad/cereal.jpg
Submitted by xenon (user info) at 2004-10-25 15:47:45 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-10-25 15:24:39 EDT (#)
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Author 2-- Sorry to go a little sector 7 on you. I promise to read the rewrite with an open mind.
Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2004-10-25 15:06:57 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2004-10-25 13:39:27 EDT (#)
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Submitted by redraven (user info) at 2004-10-25 11:52:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Gnome (user info) at 2004-10-25 11:46:17 EDT (#)
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1 was some funny shit
Submitted by Dirtbird (user info) at 2004-10-25 10:33:25 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Author2 at 2004-10-25 08:18:42 EDT (#)
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You know what, Coyote, you're right. I understand what you're talking about (and God do I understand why you voted for entry 1). I realise that reality -especially if dealing with a real-life incident, not to mention of the scale of 9/11- is very important in a short story, and that it can only be achieved through a certain degree of research, which I omitted due to my having little to no time to work on my story.
If my hazy approach to such a serious occurence upset or offended anyone, I do apologise. Once this competition is all over, I will take some proper time to research this, then redraft it.
Thanks anyway for explaining you choice, I appreciate it.
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-10-25 04:41:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Author 2 at 2004-10-24 16:56:08 (#)
"And the random mapquest map really added a whole new dimension of "I'm too lazy to live" to your post. Because actual photos of New York, of the Twin Towers, and of the 9/11 events are just so hard to come by, aren't they. Do you mind if I steal that same map to illustrate my post about Washington's retreat after the Battle of Long Island?"
Don't you think I realise that had I posted yet another, as you agree, picture of 9/11 you would have bitched about that too? You made it quite clear you didn't like the post, but I don't think that my story needed another sickening picture of what I was depicting.
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Why include a picture at all, then?
Submitted by Author 2 at 2004-10-24 15:21:17 (#)
Coyote- sorry if it didn't please you; in writing terms, I tried my best. Sure, my research was a bit hazy, but try and search for information on the internet and you get page after page of conspiracy- not fact-based - sites.
"There were four planes and 19 hijackers, not two and six"
I only mentioned the 2 planes heading towards the towers. As for the hijackers, all I mentioned were the three who did anything within my story. When it comes to the cloud reference, I merely meant it as a point of reference, to show how low they were flying.
I didn't realise this was an accuracy competition, do excuse me.
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You picked a hell of a topic to deal with. You're talking about an event that changed or ended the lives of an immense number of people and brought tremendous upheaval to the political and social landscape, the ramifications of which the city, the nation, and the world are still attempting to understand and cope with. It was witnessed by hundreds of thousands, and the memories are still fresh for many of them. It seems almost insulting to put out such a half-assed, lazy attempt to get inside the mind of the perpetrators. If you're going to take on topics of the first rank, you've got to be prepared to put out a first rate product. Otherwise it's just exploitation.
And as to accuracy, you're right. Why the hell did Hemingway spend all that time in Spain when he could have written about bullfights just as well without ever leaving home? Ulysses would have been even better if Joyce had just sort of winged the Irish history, mythology, and geography. Just think how much more interesting Moby Dick would have been if Melville had simply googled 'whaling', gotten as far as the Greenpeace homepage, and given up!
Submitted by SPECIALk (user info) at 2004-10-25 02:21:59 EDT (#)
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For the picture
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-10-25 00:42:28 EDT (#)
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Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-10-24 23:07:29 EDT (#)
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wow
Submitted by sexy_biatch (user info) at 2004-10-24 23:07:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by ScoutCJustice (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:57:50 EDT (#)
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Damn, I thought they were both great. I'm a huge fan of humor and one was hilarious, but I'm going to vote for two just because the author had the balls to take on that topic.
Submitted by Seralena (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:56:59 EDT (#)
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Must... kill.. chipmunks.
Submitted by lojope (user info) at 2004-10-24 21:32:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2004-10-24 21:31:24 EDT (#)
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heh. I really liked #1.
Submitted by cexshun (user info) at 2004-10-24 20:17:26 EDT (#)
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What did #1 have to do with the title? That's correct. Not a god damned thing. vote #2
Submitted by bob (user info) at 2004-10-24 20:04:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by comicbookguy (user info) at 2004-10-24 19:52:34 EDT (#)
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Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2004-10-24 19:09:20 EDT (#)
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Submitted by absolutes (user info) at 2004-10-24 18:34:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-10-24 17:30:14 EDT (#)
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the picture sealed it for entry 1
Submitted by Author 2 at 2004-10-24 16:56:08 EDT (#)
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Oh, and I just re-read your reply and saw this:
"And the random mapquest map really added a whole new dimension of "I'm too lazy to live" to your post. Because actual photos of New York, of the Twin Towers, and of the 9/11 events are just so hard to come by, aren't they. Do you mind if I steal that same map to illustrate my post about Washington's retreat after the Battle of Long Island?"
Don't you think I realise that had I posted yet another, as you agree, picture of 9/11 you would have bitched about that too? You made it quite clear you didn't like the post, but I don't think that my story needed another sickening picture of what I was depicting.
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-10-24 16:46:47 EDT (#)
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I hate reading 9-11 stuff
Submitted by tlozoot (user info) at 2004-10-24 16:24:02 EDT (#)
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Hm.
Submitted by Ccenzo (user info) at 2004-10-24 15:23:27 EDT (#)
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WOO! FUCK YOU BART!
Submitted by Author 2 at 2004-10-24 15:21:17 EDT (#)
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Coyote- sorry if it didn't please you; in writing terms, I tried my best. Sure, my research was a bit hazy, but try and search for information on the internet and you get page after page of conspiracy- not fact-based - sites.
"There were four planes and 19 hijackers, not two and six"
I only mentioned the 2 planes heading towards the towers. As for the hijackers, all I mentioned were the three who did anything within my story. When it comes to the cloud reference, I merely meant it as a point of reference, to show how low they were flying.
I didn't realise this was an accuracy competition, do excuse me.
Submitted by iddqd (user info) at 2004-10-24 14:12:43 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Disektor (user info) at 2004-10-24 13:44:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-10-24 13:19:11 EDT (#)
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Forgive me. I'm just in a bad mood today.
Submitted by Banned_Spiral2 (user info) at 2004-10-24 13:15:59 EDT (#)
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Submitted by TrickyRicky (user info) at 2004-10-24 13:02:57 EDT (#)
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Wow, that pic made my day
Submitted by humor_me (user info) at 2004-10-24 12:49:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by girlreporter (user info) at 2004-10-24 12:36:22 EDT (#)
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Submitted by SilvrWolf (user info) at 2004-10-24 12:21:13 EDT (#)
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#1 was hilarious and excellent
but #2 was incredibly gripping
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-10-24 12:13:59 EDT (#)
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Author 2: if you're going to use a horrific act of mass murder-suicide as fodder for your post, you could at least take the time to get the details right. There were four planes and 19 hijackers, not two and six. Their names and aliases are pretty well established.
The phrase that stuck out at me was "now it was flying below the clouds."
There wasn't a single cloud that day. I went to work and it was one of those amazing end of summer days, where if you'd been in a plane you could have seen from New York all the way to Boston. Of course, you contradict yourself in the very next paragraph by mentioning the brilliant blue sky.
And the random mapquest map really added a whole new dimension of "I'm too lazy to live" to your post. Because actual photos of New York, of the Twin Towers, and of the 9/11 events are just so hard to come by, aren't they. Do you mind if I steal that same map to illustrate my post about Washington's retreat after the Battle of Long Island?
At the very least, try not to mangle the English language with such execrable phrases as "its weakness being commensurate with the higher it reached".
Submitted by salmonofdoubt (user info) at 2004-10-24 11:40:29 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-10-24 11:27:23 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-10-24 11:01:26 EDT (#)
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I thought number one was stupid.
I really didn't like number two either. It wasn't as stupid as number one though.
Submitted by blondie1 (user info) at 2004-10-24 10:30:32 EDT (#)
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fuckin great man
Submitted by Author2 <Author2.at.losingtoAuthor1.com> at 2004-10-24 10:26:29 EDT (#)
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Hey Author1. Thanks a lot for the compliment. I liked your post too. I was expecting a funny post from you, but I decided my strength was in serious writing.
This is awfully close already; I hope that a lot of people vote for it.
Good luck and thanks to everyone who's already voted.
Submitted by Author #1 <home right now> at 2004-10-24 10:21:26 EDT (#)
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To Author #2: Very well done. Totally unexpected (not the ending, I mean the perspective). Excellent piece.
To everyone else: I can't write serious pieces well, so I don't expect to get far in this contest. But I thought this was funny. C'mon, people! Dog suit! Ninja mask! Homer slippers! That's funny stuff!
Submitted by mikethescottish (user info) at 2004-10-24 10:19:35 EDT (#)
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Tough choice. The chipmunk pic swung it for me though.
Submitted by Scott_James (user info) at 2004-10-24 10:12:30 EDT (#)
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Submitted by WillZone (user info) at 2004-10-24 10:09:12 EDT (#)
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i don't know why...
Submitted by bigbabylons (user info) at 2004-10-24 10:05:14 EDT (#)
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Submitted by jimbo (user info) at 2004-10-24 10:02:01 EDT (#)
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Submitted by domenad (user info) at 2004-10-24 09:28:34 EDT (#)
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Powerful as hell.
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:59:06 EDT (#)
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A chill ran through me as I read this.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:45:51 EDT (#)
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I didn't really like either, but Entry 2 was... no.
Submitted by professorfuckface (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:42:44 EDT (#)
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Entry 1 was Mousefuckers Inc.
Submitted by sebcharrot (user info) at 2004-10-24 08:42:42 EDT (#)
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So we have:
one humourous Uber-type story, and
one melodramatic UberMadness-type story