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Entry 1
"It really is quite interesting how such a small creature can be so... dangerous."Professor Hemmingway examined the small spider closely through a high-powered microscope. He wasn't in danger; the spider was enclosed in a clear plastic box.
The small, lime-green arachnid was spiked, and the tip of each spike was blackened, almost as if it had been charred. The sheer potency of the venom released in each bite could instantly kill thirty healthy elephants, let alone a man as small as Tim Hemmingway.
He stood just over five feet tall, had blue eyes, a fair complexion, and his medium-length curly brown hair only emphasized the fact that he was a 'nerd.' He was happily married to a beautiful woman, Megan, and the couple had three children together. Nobody in the family was lacking anything-- they lived in a beautiful house in a suburban area, and both Tim and Megan had well-paying jobs.
As he pulled his head back from the microscope, he felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Tim, one of the spiders got loose in Sector 4. Two have been bitten, and the antidote is still in Phoenix."
Tim turned around, adjusted his horn-rimmed glasses, and glanced at the man that stood before him-- Professor Eric Goodwin. A glint of light in the corridor to his right caught his eye, and he turned on one foot and took off full speed towards it.
He knew.
It could only be one thing.
Tim raced after the Charred Green Lynx spider; he knew its venom was exponentially more potent than normal because it carried an egg sac on its back. As he turned the corner, the spider climbed up the wall to his left. He knew he couldn't kill it, so he removed his shoe and pulled a pen out of his shirt pocket.
He reached up with the shoe in one hand, pen in the other, to knock the spider off of the wall. He stumbled backwards when the spider jumped from the wall and lodged itself in his hair. He knew not to scream; the spiders reacted very violently to loud noises. He knew not to try to rub the spider from his hair, either, for the spikes on the spiders back became more poisonous than the fangs when it had an egg sac.
He didn't know what to do. He tried bending over and shaking his head violently, but the spider clung tightly to his curly hair.
He ran back towards the main laboratory room, careful not to disturb the spider.
He saw Eric and walked towards him, putting his shoe back on when he got close. He pulled a small notepad from his back pocket, scribbled "help! there's a spider in my hair!" on it, ripped it off, and handed it to his friend.
Eric read it quickly, rushed to the cabinet in the corner, jerked the doors open, and removed a pair of thick rubber gloves. He put them on as he rushed back to Tim, who bent towards him so he could see the spider better. He vigilantly picked the spider from Tim's hair and placed it in a plastic box similar to the one under the microscope that Tim had been looking through.
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Tom awoke the next day in a haze; his scalp itched and burned with a fire he could only compare to that of an incinerator. His wife wasn't in bed. He reached one hand up and touched his scalp, and his heart skipped a beat or two when he felt one large bump surrounded by legions of smaller ones.
He lazily pried his face from his pillow and made his way downstairs, where his wife and his three kids were congregated-- Each of them had the itchy-burning sensation, as well. He instructed everyone to take a shower, but he knew that wouldn't help.
Hours later, the members of the family were screaming in pain. Their hair had begun to fall out and boils began to form on all of their scalps. The children were desperately trying to pinch the boils away, but for naught.
The paramedics had taken them to the hospital and administered the antidote, but they feared it would be too late. The boils had begun spreading down from their scalps onto their faces and upper torsos.
Slowly but surely, they were dying. How the venom didn't instantly kill them is a mystery, only known by God himself.
Charred Green Lynx Spider eggs don't wash out.
- VS -
Entry 2
His name was Donald Helling, but we called him Bump. He was a stocky little guy—barely came up to my shoulders—and he had that kind of slump-necked slouch that made him seem even shorter. But that wasn't the reason we called him Bump. He earned his nickname in June of 1942.It was our first jump out of a C-47 over Camp Toccoa, Georgia, and we were all sweating nervous bullets in the summer heat and shaking like newborn colts inside the bucking plane. Jerry Wilson threw up between his boots. Knees were bouncing, fingers popping, necks craning in an effort to get a glimpse out the open jump door at the sky rushing by. Except for Don Helling. He was sitting right across from me, his hands lightly resting on his thighs, head back and eyes closed, seemingly asleep.
After the jump, when we were gathering up the chutes for the hike back to the assembly area, Mike Jones and I were chattering excitedly about the jump, ribbing the rest of the platoon about our nervousness up in the plane, and really giving it to Wilson about losing his lunch. Wilson was a decent sport about it and gave us a little back. Then he pointed over at Don, who was quietly packing his chute, wearing his usual stoic expression.
"Helling was the real treat up there, fellows. Just sat there like a goddamn bump on a log!"
"Well boys, this here bump was about to shit himself," Bump replied, sparking laughter from all of us. The release of tension from executing the jump and our high moods weren't the only reason we laughed. Those might have been the first conversational words he ever uttered, and they took us a bit by surprise. He just wasn't a very personable type.
The name stuck, which isn't uncommon among soldiers. Damn near every man in the company had some handle or other. The guys called me Brooklyn, for obvious reasons.
***
Bump and I were the medics assigned to 1st platoon, Charlie Company, 1st Battalion, 502nd Parachute Infantry Regiment, part of the famed "Screaming Eagles" of the 101st Airborne Division. The 101st jumped into Normandy on June 5, 1944, and we fought our way through France and Belgium, jumped into Holland and eventually marched into Germany. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
Over the course of the six months following the D-Day invasion, Charlie Company, under the command of Captain Wallace Swanson, became known as "Charmed Company". They called us that because our casualties were so low. We saw the same amount of hellish combat as any other unit in the 502nd. Battles raged in the cities and fields of France and Belgium as we moved east against the Jerries. We charged machine guns, faced down Panzers with grenades and rifles, and kicked down doors in occupied towns. But of a company of 130 men we had only 48 men killed in action, which was a sight better than most of the other units in our Battalion. Some of those only had twenty or thirty original guys left.
I attribute much of that to Bump. He had a way with wounds that most high-priced surgeons back in the states couldn't hope to match. A man would go down with a round in the shoulder, and Bump would be there almost before the guy had hit the ground—dressing the wound and paying no attention to the bullets flying past him. Without fail, the wounded joe would be up and about, back at the company from Battalion surgery within the next week. We all told Bump he had magic hands, and he became our quiet good luck charm. He took it the same way he did everything else: with silent equanimity—our old Bump on a log. He'd just shake his head, smile a little, and take another drag.
Then came Bastogne.
***
It was a deeper cold than I've ever felt in my life, a cold that would freeze the very air in your lungs. We had to build fires just to warm the ground so we could dig in. Spit froze before it hit the earth. We gave up shaving, as we couldn't get water to stay liquid long enough to use, even after we boiled it. And after the German snipers started zeroing in on the fires, we had to give up drinking water. We ate snow instead, freezing us on the inside as we froze on the outside. Bump and I stayed busy trying to keep the rest of the guys from getting frostbite, and I developed a nasty case of trenchfoot. Supplies were running even lower than usual.
Then, on December 18th of 1944, the Jerries launched a massive artillery barrage on the Belgian front, the opening salvos of what they hoped would be a successful push to break our lines and drive us out of our positions threatening the heartland of Germany. The artillery was even worse than the freezing hell of the winter Ardennes.
It was the most terrifying day of my life, but not because of the German attack. On that day I witnessed something so powerful, it forever changed the way I saw the world.
When it began, I was huddled under a blanket in my foxhole on the far right side of the line, smoking the last cigarette before I would get up to start my rounds. My foxhole mate, Bingo Tavares, was watching the open field that separated us from the German lines. A high whistling broke the silence, immediately followed by cries of "incoming!" from up and down the line. I hunched down, trying to sink into the brittle-hard earth.
The first shells were airbursts, designed to decimate anyone standing above ground. Tree trunks shattered at head-height as the shells exploded. Shrapnel peppered makeshift log roof over our heads, and I heard the first cries for a medic coming from our rear. Someone had been caught in the open. I tried to slither out of the hole, but Bingo held me back.
"The main barrage will be coming in next! Wait for the it to stop, Brooklyn!" he yelled at me over the ringing in our ears. My reply was driven from my lips by the deep percussion of the heavy shells landing all around us. The fickle ground danced crookedly, throwing me and Bingo in a flailing huddle to the floor of our hole. It went on for what felt like hours. Finally a last impact thudded home, showering our roof with clods of frozen earth.
I paused for the barest second, long enough to garner some hope the hellish barrage was over, then grabbed my kit.
"Keep your head down out there, doc! They'll be coming for us now," Bingo said over his shoulder as he sighted in on the German lines, 300 yards distant. I was already out of the foxhole so I didn't bother responding. Instead I listened for the screams.
The closest cries were coming from the foxhole to our left. Tipler and Franks had taken a near-direct hit. There wasn't much left of Franks, but Tipler had been blown clear of the foxhole, blood pumping from his severed left leg and staining the pure whiteness around him. I got him tied off and injected with one of my last syrettes of morphine. I dragged him into my foxhole as Bingo began opening up on the Germans who were now advancing across the open field. I covered Tipler with my blanket and headed back out into the storm.
We must have beaten back the first couple of assaults, but I only know that because we weren't overrun. I was kept busy running from wounded to wounded. Charmed company wasn't so lucky today. I closed the eyes of two good men for every one I saved.
Before long I was out of morphine and plasma, and was running low on sulfa and bandages. I decided to find Bump and see if he had any to spare. I doubted it, which would mean a sprint to the rear to try to re-supply from Battalion.
I was running in short sprints from tree to tree, trying to stay low, when my own luck ran out. It's true what they say: you never hear the one that gets you. One moment you're running along hearing the crack of rounds hitting the earth and trees around you, and the next you're sprawling in the snow, wondering where that goddamn truck was going in such a hurry.
I had taken a bullet in my left forearm, the force of the impact cartwheeling me into a snowdrift. Even then, I felt more cold than pain. I staunched the wound awkwardly, using the last of my bandages but saving what little sulfa powder I had left. I staggered to my feet and continued toward Bump's position at the left end of our lines. I chanced a look toward the front and saw a wave of white-clad Wermacht retreating back into their wood line. Damn, but there were a lot of the bastards. I hoped they didn't know how thin our lines were, because they could probably push through us with just those men who were so busy retreating now.
I came to the end of the line and couldn't find Bump anywhere. I was calling out for him, but could barely hear myself over the crack of rifles and the deep chattering of the 30-caliber machine gun. Jimmy Morganstern heard me though, and waved me over. I rushed to his foxhole and jumped in headfirst, landing on top of Tom Washburn, who made no protest as he stared up at me with dead eyes.
"I saw him heading back into the woods towards our command post," Jimmy grunted as he fired at the advancing Krauts. "I think they took an arty hit."
I nodded and had just crawled out when he seized my arm.
"Try to bring back some ammo, Brooklyn. I've used all of Tom's and I'm almost out." The fear in his eyes was a monster, threatening to drag us all to hell. Only in this hell, it snowed all day. "I don't think I can hold this position through another attack without more ammo."
I told him I'd do what I could and went out to find Bump. I finally found him in the remains of our CP, which had indeed taken an artillery hit. There wasn't much left of anyone. Bump was kneeling beside our XO, Lieutenant Brown, facing the German lines. Neither man was moving. I immediately saw why the LT was still. He'd been well and truly shredded, but Bump appeared unwounded.
"Bump!" I called out as I approached. "I need some bandages and morphine if you got 'em, man!"
He didn't even look up at me. He was staring at Brown's dark blood draining into the snow. I squatted in front of him and reached out to shake his shoulder.
A roar, and the world turned upside down. I landed painfully on my wounded arm as snow, earth and shattered pine boughs rained down around me. I nearly blacked out from the force of the impact and the newly woken pain in my arm. I shook my head in a vain effort to clear the spots from my eyes. I finally got focused and found myself staring at Bump's hunched back. He still wasn't moving.
"Bump!" I called out. "I need some bandages and morphine! And we need to start moving the wounded back towards Battalion. I think we're going to be overrun."
It was the strangest thing. Even over the barrage of battle noise assailing my ears, and the fading ringing still echoing through my head, I clearly heard his reply.
"We won't be overrun."
"Goddamn it, Bump!" I cried as I staggered to my feet and tried to move to his side. "Look out there, man. They're coming out of the trees again, and we can't hold this line! Too many men are down."
The Krauts were advancing in force, hundreds of men moving against our much-weakened force. My bowels clenched as I heard the telltale clank of Panzers rumbling through the trees. The steel monsters broke from the German-occupied woods belching fire from their main guns, and I knew we had lost Bastogne.
"Stay where you are," Bump said. It wasn't his words, but the way in which he spoke them that froze me to the earth like another clod of ice-packed ground.
I could tell by the way he sat that he was staring at the charging Germans, who were now only 250 yards away. Then he leaned forward and began tracing swirling red patterns in the snow with our dead XO's blood. I couldn't see much of what he was doing because he was between me and what he was writing, but what I could see made my head hurt and my eyes spin. The bloody whorls in the snow seemed to move on their own as soon as he had drawn them. Something was clenching tight in my chest.
200 yards. I could see the muzzle flashes of their rifles. The tanks ground forward, pounding at our breaking lines.
Bump muttered under his breath as he drew. A good Italian Catholic knows Latin when he hears it, but the words were skewed somehow—I couldn't quite make out what he was saying.
150 yards. I began to make out their faces, grimacing as they fired—the officers bellowing orders and waving their men forward. I could hear our own sergeants and remaining officers yelling up and down the lines, preparing the men to fall back.
Bump sat back with a deep sigh and slumped to his side. As he fell, something happened out there. I could no longer see the Jerries coming. A thick mist had descended over the open field, completely obscuring the men and tanks. The firing trailed off, and I could hear them calling to each other in the unnatural fog, their voices filled with confusion.
Then their cries began to grow dim, fading away. I stared hard, trying to pierce the impenetrable white mist by force of will. Eventually no sound at all could be heard from the fog. What the hell was going on?
After a few moments the mist began to fade away. A wind came from the North, blowing it quickly from the field. Nothing remained. There were no bodies, no tanks—just a pure windswept field bearing not even the faintest tracks of man or machine.
Jesus.
I looked over at Bump and saw he was now spread-eagle on the ground. I knelt over him and he looked up at me with the clearest blue eyes I'd ever seen.
"Bump, what the fuck are you?" I asked shakily. His breath was coming in shallow gasps. He smiled up at me.
"I'm too tired for your questions, boy."
"But..."
Bump silenced me by grasping my arm with what seemed to be the last of his strength. Blood was leaking from the corner of his mouth. He suddenly looked impossibly old and very tired.
"Be wary, Brooklyn. There are more of us, and not all are on the side of the Light," he groaned. And then his eyes lost the last of their clearness.
I knelt over him for a moment, then closed his eyes and went to see what I could do for the living.
***
"Freedom isn't free."
-Anon.
Entry 1:
cexshun
DavyJones
Disektor
MyNameIsTim
Seralena
Stabkill
StonedSilly
tidalfae
Tigre
4 eligible votes (9 total) *
Entry 2:
Adamdidit2u
Allyson
antluvdog
Banned_Spiral2
Bigmike
Bizdorph
bob
Circe
comicbookguy
Coyote
Dirtbird
Durae
engine13
humor_me
jack11058
Jack_McCallum
JonnyX
LadyPlural
munkeypants
NerfHerder
Nicole3
omnifica
polyamorousaj
Prodigy
rad1101
runninginplace
salmonofdoubt
ScoutCJustice
sexy_biatch
sparkle_pink
SPECIALk
stevie_says
thaumaturge
tinactin
tlozoot
wazzawazzayo
William_Q_Percy
WillZone
xenon
zombieZero
32 eligible votes (40 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 author1 at 2004-10-28 15:42:29 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
And believe me, when I saw that I was going against you, I did ask myself, "Him? Who the hell is he?"
I didn't expect to win this with my post, I started too late and rushed it. Even if I hadn't, I still would've lost, but I feel terrible for not giving you at least SOME competition.
Submitted by authorof#1 at 2004-10-28 15:38:51 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Look, #2, your post was awesome. It is one of the top three things I've ever seen on this site.
Don't let the trolls get you down. Drop an e-mail my way. Look at my latest post, I've left my e-mail address as a review on that one.
It's something I think you'll like to hear about.
Submitted by bump <medic.at.yomamma.com> at 2004-10-27 18:44:35 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
First, I would like to thank bizdorph for not one, but two negative two's for having my guys eat snow. Next time I write a piece of fiction, I will hire a research staff to ensure all minute deatils are absolutely bulletproof. Sorry it ruined the story for you.
Wazzy, I'm not nearly a professional. In fact, if Slovin does one of his author breakdown pages, you will probably read my name and go,"Him, who the hell is he?"
But thanks.
Submitted by runninginplace (user info) at 2004-10-27 17:17:21 EDT (#)
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Submitted by tidalfae (user info) at 2004-10-27 16:54:15 EDT (#)
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Submitted by comicbookguy (user info) at 2004-10-27 16:45:32 EDT (#)
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Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-10-27 16:40:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-10-27 10:51:39 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
This site's chocked full of retards.
-2 for eating snow? Makes my head hurt.
Bump's intro was natural and fitting. You did a fantastic job with the title given.
Seralena, you should be dragged out into the street and shot.
Submitted by wazzawazzayo (user info) at 2004-10-27 10:42:23 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
My god.
I do believe we have a pro in our midst.
Disqualification!
This is supposed to be an amateur competition.
Submitted by thaumaturge (user info) at 2004-10-27 09:36:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Death. If you tell a joke in UM, you suck.
Submitted by Prodigy (user info) at 2004-10-27 07:11:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by Stabkill (user info) at 2004-10-26 17:20:05 EDT (#)
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Submitted by engine13 (user info) at 2004-10-26 13:07:24 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Bizdorph (user info) at 2004-10-26 12:18:05 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by Bizdorph (user info) at 2004-10-26 12:17:48 EDT (#)
Ranking: -2
Number two was a clear winner, but I negative two the post because:
if men stopped drinking water and only ate snow, they would all die within a matter of days. Eating snow dehydrates you, because of the energy it requires to melt in your mouth. Don't believe me? Eat nothing but ice cubes for three days instead of drinking water.
Submitted by schmell my balls at 2004-10-26 12:16:54 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
YUCKY!
SPIDERZ!!!
Submitted by xenon (user info) at 2004-10-26 12:09:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
interesting
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2004-10-26 11:11:00 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2004-10-26 09:52:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
i hate spiders
Submitted by zombieZero (user info) at 2004-10-26 08:59:20 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by tlozoot (user info) at 2004-10-25 20:57:57 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
War story wins again.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-10-25 19:39:33 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
mmmph. Maybe I've being a grump. The story is damn good. I just finished watching BoB for something like the 6th time a few weeks ago. Never mind my crabbing. You still have my vote and admiration for a job well done.
Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2004-10-25 19:33:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
#1 was not too great.
Author #2. Great writing, and you get my vote, but as fan of Band of Brothers (the book and the mini-series) I have to say this isn't exactly striking new ground. Maybe you should try writing about lesser known battles, or go for purely fictitious ones... you certainly have the skills for it. Anyhow, the writing was very good, but I personally had a 'been there done that' feeling about it. I'm looking forward to your entry in Round 4 though.
Submitted by salmonofdoubt (user info) at 2004-10-25 18:45:52 EDT (#)
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Submitted by LadyPlural (user info) at 2004-10-25 18:27:16 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Niceness.
Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2004-10-25 17:02:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
dammit, now both of these writers DESERVE to advance, instead the crap that slides through on a forfeit.
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2004-10-25 15:19:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Nice job to both authors. Number Two had the edge.
Submitted by humor_me (user info) at 2004-10-25 14:56:27 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by Durae (user info) at 2004-10-25 14:16:26 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by AO#1 <Iam.at.school.now> at 2004-10-25 14:05:34 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Nicole3 (user info) at 2004-10-25 12:14:19 (#)
Ranking: 0
1 seemed very rushed. Tim to Tom.
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I was very rushed. I had started about ten different stories named "Bump" before I came to one that I liked, and it was too late. I started it five hours before UM was set to end. I was also right in the middle of something that was very time and energy consuming.
AO#2, same to you. Good luck in UM.
Submitted by asdfsad <asdfads> at 2004-10-25 13:57:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
asdfas
Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-10-25 13:57:22 EDT (#)
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No Comment
Submitted by antluvdog (user info) at 2004-10-25 12:53:20 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Kudos, #2.
Submitted by Nicole3 (user info) at 2004-10-25 12:14:19 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
1 seemed very rushed. Tim to Tom.
Submitted by Dirtbird (user info) at 2004-10-25 11:49:10 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
No Comment
Submitted by cexshun (user info) at 2004-10-25 10:49:53 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
#2 was a good story. However, a character being named Bump by some forced story at the intro is not enough to make a good title connect for me. #1 was decent, but at least made good use of the title.
Submitted by WillZone (user info) at 2004-10-25 08:15:12 EDT (#)
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Submitted by omnifica (user info) at 2004-10-25 08:12:52 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
2, hands down. brilliant
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-10-25 03:11:44 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Very well written. I actually became glued to the story. A fire broke out while I was at my computer, but I decided to finish the story before evacuating the building. Bravo.
Submitted by Allyson (user info) at 2004-10-25 02:50:03 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by SPECIALk (user info) at 2004-10-25 02:38:45 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by Disektor (user info) at 2004-10-25 01:59:50 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
2 was good, but the thought of spiders killing children.. bwahaha.. too awesome to resist.
Submitted by author2 <author2.at.medics.com> at 2004-10-25 01:34:06 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
author 1. thank you for your kind words, they are much appreciated. you must know that i've enjoyed your work from the beginning of my time here.
scout. i am a huge fan of band of brothers, book and movie. their heroic defense of bastogne was part of my inspiration for this. i tried to do as much research for this piece as possible, and that included watching the band of brothers bastogne episode yet again.
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-10-25 01:05:36 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Historical fiction rules.
Submitted by ScoutCJustice (user info) at 2004-10-25 00:59:07 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Great post number two. The twist on the end was great, totally unexpected. Although I do have a question, have you watched Band of Brothers lately? Actually I have two questions, can you turn this into a series outside of Ubermaddness? It doesn't have to stay in WWII either, rather telling the story of the people like Bump throughout history... if they are people.
Entry one, you needed to write more. There might have been a story there (although probably not one that could have beaten two), but it just ended too fast.
Submitted by Tigre (user info) at 2004-10-25 00:52:12 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Yummm. Spider eggs.
Submitted by Circe (user info) at 2004-10-25 00:34:58 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by sexy_biatch (user info) at 2004-10-25 00:15:04 EDT (#)
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Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2004-10-24 23:43:19 EDT (#)
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Submitted by author of <number one> at 2004-10-24 23:09:43 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Thanks, man. Honestly, I don't have the talent to match up to your entry. I couldn't write better if I had a full year. You submitted one of the top three posts I've ever seen on this site. Excellent job. At least I can sleep tonight knowing I lost fair and square, not just because of some people's preference.
Submitted by author2 <author2.at.medics.com> at 2004-10-24 22:55:28 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
author 1, i enjoyed your post. bigmike, if you thought that ending was contrived, you should be glad i edited from the other ending i had in mind. for what it's worth, it would be a pleasure to advance in this competition, but i was thrilled just to make it this far against some really excellent writers.
Submitted by DavyJones (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:34:55 EDT (#)
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Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:34:07 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Seralena (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:26:30 EDT (#)
Ranking: 1
I can't get through long war stories. Go spiders!
Submitted by Banned_Spiral2 (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:21:09 EDT (#)
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Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:13:49 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
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Submitted by bob (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:08:36 EDT (#)
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Submitted by Random Joe at 2004-10-24 22:05:46 EDT (#)
Ranking: 0
Bigmike - Damn typo. Tom = Tim.
Submitted by NerfHerder (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:05:38 EDT (#)
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Submitted by William_Q_Percy (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:02:57 EDT (#)
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E for effort
Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:02:44 EDT (#)
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Number one, who is Tom?
Number two, nice job even though I found the ending to be a bit contrived.
Submitted by StonedSilly (user info) at 2004-10-24 22:00:44 EDT (#)
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Submitted by authorof#1 at 2004-10-24 21:59:43 EDT (#)
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Well, I guess I lost.
That's what I get for waiting til the last minute for posting.
Submitted by tinactin (user info) at 2004-10-24 21:52:52 EDT (#)
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