Reverse Course (937 hits)
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Entry 1
He picked his way up the rocky incline, cursing his footwear as hopelessly inadequate. The grade was not terribly steep, but it was littered with a fine dusting of sand that made his treadles loafers slide as though he were walking on ball bearings. Only by leaning forward and grappling up the slope with his hands was he able to make any headway at all. He found her sitting near the summit, where he had expected. He paused for a moment, not wanting to disturb the serene quiet. Wind ruffled her thick blond hair back over her shoulders. He was concerned at the paleness of her porcelain white cheeks. She'd been eating regularly, but he constantly worried about her nutrition. Health was fragile thing nowadays, and neither could afford an illness."It's okay," she murmured, her words carried on the light breeze. "You can come up, it's perfectly fine." Wordlessly, he picked his way up the few remaining yards.
"You had me worried," he said, almost as much to the open air as to her.
"You knew where to find me," she replied lightly. He shrugged.
"True." They sat in silence for several minutes. He shivered , pulling his ragged sweatshirt around his body. "It's cold."
She laughed. He hadn't heard her laugh at all, except in this place. "Yes, yes it is cold. When winter comes, this place will be covered in snow. You'd be chest deep in it right now." She smiled, and she was achingly beautiful. He'd seen precious few smiles in the days before this.
"Where is this place?" he asked, looking around for a landmark he might recognize.
"The Rocky Mountains. This is more of a foothill by comparison." She gestured to the west, where stony and majestic peaks cut into the sky. "Western United States, running all the way up into Canada. One of the magic places on earth."
He looked down at her, then back to the view. "Never knew much about the 'magic places', as you call them."
"You missed out," she chided.
"Probably."
"You were a...banker?"
"Financial advisor. All around the world. London. Paris. Rome. D.C. Tough work. You don't really get weekends off in that kind of business. You know, I never had a chance to go to the Louvre? The Eiffel Tower? The Colliseum? Hell, even the Statue of Liberty? I was in New York every third day, never went inside. Not once. I didn't miss out, as you say. I missed it all."
"Before, I was a geologist," she said quietly. She leaned forward, hands on her tattered jeans, and he noticed how thin she had gotten, ten pounds lost like grains of sand in the past two weeks. "Mountain-building time periods are known as orogenies. When the Pacific plate drifted north, it was run into by the North American plate. That was 175 million years ago. 85 million years ago there was a second collision, that produced these mountains farther to the south. There..." she waved her hands towards the mountains, "there is the result. Nature trips and falls, and she creates something more beautiful than man could every conceive."
He cocked his head. He didn't know how to deal with her when she got like this, and he supposed somewhere in the back of his mind that it was unhealthy. His experience with women had rarely gone beyond apple martinis and expensive hotels, leaving him with little idea what to say. "Never saw it before," he managed awkwardly. "Nice view."
He sat down next to her, the two of them both silent for a very long time. The sun had crossed its peak some hours ago. Soon it would start descending into the west. He checked his chronograph. There was plenty of time before dark, but the constant nagging of many things to do made him antsy.
"We should talk about what to do next, where we should go next," he said haltingly. "There might be others, it would be better if we could hook up with them."
"Why?"
He started, not having an answer right away. "What do you mean, why?"
"I mean just what I asked. Why? If there are other people out there, why should we join up with them?"
"Because...because they may need our help, or we may need their help."
"Fine, but why would we join with them? We could help them, and then continue on our way."
"We need to meet up again. How else are we going to rebuild?"
"That's my point!" she barked. She stood up, her hair blowing across her face. She swiped it angrily out of the way. "Rebuild? Rebuild what? What we came from? That's how we got here, dammit! You think it would be different a second time around? A third? It's not a question of if, it's just a question of when. We're the same as ever, aren't we?"
"It can't just end here. We can't just quietly become extinct."
"Can't we? Wasn't that what we were working towards since we started? Think of an animal, any animal, that grows, spreads, consumes as rampantly as we do. You could compare us to a virus, or bacteria, maybe, but there are defenses against those. There's no defense against us."
"We're not to blame for what happened, it was out of our hands."
"Was it?" Her hands were gesticulating frantically towards the mountainous backdrop, as though that was some proof of her argument. "When carpenter ants eat holes in your home, do you stop and think that some of the larvae had no part in it, that it was out of their hands? No, you blamed them one and all, just like we're to blame. All of us."
He was angry now, shouting only inches from her face. "That's bullshit and you know it! We didn't have our fingers on the triggers, we didn't have a damn thing to say about it. This was something that happened TO us, not because of us, no matter what the hell you might think!"
She stared back at him, a bemused look on her face. He wanted to slap her, felt his hands balling up into fists and his nails digging into his palms. She either didn't notice, or didn't care. "Tell me then; if we're so different, why did you pull the car off when you did? When you thought I was asleep, what store did you go into? What did you take off the shelves?"
He waved a hand in irritation. "You woke up and watched, big deal. You think you're so clever, what else was I going to take out of there?"
"Oh no, I never woke up. And you know I haven't looked in the trunk. I knew why you pulled off the second we went down the exit ramp. But go ahead and tell me anyway."
"Look, I was just being careful..."
"JUST TELL ME, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE! I ALREADY KNOW!" Her ice blue eyes bulged in there sockets, bloodshot and tired.
"OKAY! GUNS! There, you happy! Guns! So fucking what? Guns! We needed them. There's no telling who the hell is out there..."
"And thus, you prove my point," she said quietly, the anger gone. "Even after all of the killing and death we've seen, all the bloodshed, it's not enough. Either we're going to kill someone to defend ourselves, or maybe our food or our car, or someone is willing to kill us to get at them. Either way, doesn't speak very highly of our race, does it?"
He threw a hand up in the air in frustration and turned away, kicking rocks down the slope petulantly. He didn't need to make this argument, he told himself. He didn't need to justify his existence, not to her, not to anybody. And yet he had nothing to say.
"Can you honestly say," she called after him, "knowing everything that has happened up until this point, that the human race is worthy of this?" she called after him. Her hand once again gestured towards the mountain backdrop. As if on cue, a large bird of prey, possibly an eagle or hawk, flew overhead, screeching as it circled. "Can you say that we earned it? Or hell, no one could have earned this. Did we at least care for it? In any matter? Did we ever look at Her in any way and think about something other than what we could get from Her? Profit from her? Sell Her?"
He had nothing to say, no arguments. "It can't end here," he offered weakly. "Not just, end, not like this."
She shrugged and turned back to the view. "It can, and it will, because that's what we chose. Collectively. Bit by bit, day by day. It's what we chose."
"So why bother?" he scoffed. "Why bother? Why bother with the food, the car, any of it? I've got pistols in the car and plenty of ammunition. Oh I forgot, you knew that already without me having to tell you. So here's what you can do, you can forget that I pulled you out from that burning building, you can forget that I foraged for all of the food, you can forget it all, and just put that pistol in your mouth, give a crisp salute, and swallow a .45. God knows, digging your grave will be less depressing than listening to you talk."
"You don't think I would do it, would you? Kill myself?"
He put his hands on his hips, cockier now that he felt he had punched a hole in her smug rhetoric. "If you believe what you said, go on, do it. Blow your head off. Or commit hara-kiri. Or set yourself on fire. Any thing other than subjecting me to your self-deprecating yammering. You think the world was so bad? Only because of hypocrites like you. If there's nothing left living for, then please put yourself out of my misery."
"I never said there's nothing left to live for," she said quietly. Above them, the shadow of the eagle passed over as it circled, screeching into the blue sky. "There is one thing, one, that keeps me going. Would you like me to show you."
"Oh I can't wait," he replied sarcastically. She held out a hand to him. He looked at it for a moment skeptically, then reached out and took it. Her skin was terribly soft, as though she might come apart at any moment. She gripped his hand tightly in hers, then stepped off the edge of the mountain, pulling him with her.
When their feet landed on solid ground, the mountainous backdrop was gone, replaced with a waist-high grass. The land here was decidedly flatter, with only a few sparse trees in the distance. The sun had ratcheted up in intensity considerably, burning down on them fiercely. It was only a matter of seconds before sweat began to bead up on the back of his neck and the humidity was soaking into his t-shirt. He shrugged his sweatshirt off.
"Okay, so where is this?"
She pointed wordlessly. His eyes followed her finger to what must have been a water hole during a more rainy period, but was now no more than a muddy pit. Half in and half out of the mud, a crocodile lounged on the cracked earth, unwilling to venture any further onto the baked ground. Not far from the hole's edge, a flock of buzzards gathered like a coven of old witches, picking at the bony remains of some herd animal that had gambled everything on this place having water and come up short. Flies buzzed and the buzzards squawked as they jockeyed for a place at the table.
"Fantastic," he said sarcastically. Just when I didn't think you could get anymore depressing."
"It's not what is, but what is to come," she said cryptically. He huffed in frustration, then followed her eyes to the horizon. Thick black storm clouds had gathered there, rushing forward like a tidal force. Thick streaks of lightning bounced around their interior, and occasionally a wicked fork would explode soundlessly from their midst and arc soundlessly to the ground. It was several moments before a peal of thunder rumbled through the grass.
"This is southern Africa, the end of the dry season. In a few hours, the rains are going to wash through here and this plain will flood. Life will be born anew in place of the death that you see here now. In two short weeks, you won't recognize this place anymore. A herd of elephants will be right there," she pointed to where only cracked and broken earth devoid of grass was. "They will be preparing to mate and bring their young into the world. The lions will be here too, looking to pick off one of the gazelles, or gnus that will come here to drink. This place will heal from what has happened to it. Heal."
The thunder rolled over the open plain again. When he breathed in, he could smell the fresh moisture in the distance. Her hair lifted in the light breeze that heralded the coming storm.
"Healing," she breathed. "One thing we were never able to duplicate as a species. We could synthesize everything from fake breasts to vitamin C. But healing was something we never really understood. Wound a man, and it still hurts long after it has closed and scarred over. Betray someone, and he's never the same. He'll burn for vengeance, satisfaction, even though that makes the wound hurt more, keeps it open and burning forever. He can't let himself be healed. In a way, it was pain and suffering that defined us more than anything else. Lose that, and we would lose ourselves." She sighed, stretching her arms out to capture the breeze that rustled the grass. "But you asked me what it was I still live for. I'm living for this moment, hoping I make it long enough to see it. I'm living for that moment when the world begins to heal, when it puts the brake on the wild downward spiral we put it in and reverses course. And begins to heal. When that happens, when I finally see that moment, I really won't have any more reason to stick around."
He snorted derisively. "I don't think we're going to see that moment. We made a royal mess of things, I know. It's beyond that, too late. I don't like it any more than you do, but I know enough about beginnings and endings to know that this is the end."
"The end for us, maybe. For Her, it's a new beginning. Let me show you something..."
The rustle of the dry grass turned to the crunch of their shoes over snow. He breathed out and watched steam rise from his nostrils.
"Good God, it's freezing," he chattered as he struggled his sweatshirt on again. She laughed, kicking snow from the ground into the air. Around them, skeletal oaks clawed at the air, their leaves shed for the winter season.
"We're too late to see the leaves change, but I think you'll find this more impressive," She picked at the leaves, turning them over with her forefinger until she came up with something small that looked like a stone. He peered at it carefully until he realized what it was.
"Uhhh, it's a dead frog," he said, unimpressed.
"Not hardly." She poked at it, turning it over to show its desiccated belly. "It looks dead, doesn't it. This little fellow is the North American wood frog. When he first touches the ice, his breathing slows down, his heart beats slower, stops eventually. He even has a natural sugar in his blood that acts as an antifreeze. His entire existence is meant to survive winter. He's dead to the world, but within him is life, life that is just waiting to begin anew, once winter is gone."
She snapped her fingers. The snow melted away in an instant. Leaves green and broad sprang onto the oaks, and the air warmed with the onset of spring. He watched in fascination as the small form in her hand twitched, moved, then wobbled itself upright. One dark foreleg reached, stretched, and then in a sudden explosion of movement it leaped into the air. She laughed and clapped her hands, looking for all the world to him like a child. She pulled her wispy hair back out of her face. "The sad reality of it is we are the winter, and we're the ones who are passing now, giving way to spring. But there is a spring around the corner for mother Earth. I would like to see the beginning of that spring. Not all of it. Just the beginning of the snows' melt."
They stood in silence for some time, listening to the call of cardinals and blue jays as they flitted from branch to branch above them. Squirrels chattered angrily both at each other and the intruders into their territory. There was only silence between them, and he thought of the new world that would come in their wake.
He checked his watch. "We should go soon. It will be dark, and we've got to make some miles before then."
She nodded, reaching inside her jacket and pulling out a small handheld touchscreen. A few taps, and the surroundings faded away, replaced with only the shimmering walls of the holograph. She removed the data chip from the projector and picked her way back over the broken glass in the lobby. He followed wordlessly, unable and unwilling to talk anymore. The building had survived the fallout better than most on the block, which had crumbled and broken. The sign for the original establishment, "Citywalk Holo-ject Theatre" still hung awkwardly over the doorway, though one of the supports had given way and the other looked like it was not long for this world. They followed their own footsteps back across the ash-covered sidewalk to the truck. It was a heavy-duty four wheel drive, with enough power to get them over the places where the road had melted from nuclear fire or broken from simple ordnance. The scent of war and death still clung to everything. He made it a point to stay out of the cities unless absolutely necessary, and their rapidly declining gasoline stocks had made it so. They secured the gas cans they had stopped for and fired up the truck's throaty V8. Before he shifted it into drive, he turned to her.
"It didn't really have to end this way, did it? We had a choice, didn't we?"
She looked at him with tired eyes. "With a species like ours, could it have ended any other way?"
He looked at her for several moments, then turned back to the wheel and started off.
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Entry 2
(10 bytes) [text/uberhtml]Entry 1:
Amontillado
awesome_face
Axolotl
BananaPhone
Bigmike
BLITZKREIG_BOB
Bubba2341
coley
Confuzitron
Coyote
Crystle
domenad
Doodles
DrogoRoch
foster
FunnyAsCancer
Genko
ghola
GMCrayon
helbling
HotWillie
Impassive-Digressive
jack11058
Jack_McCallum
JMG114
JoeyG
JonnyX
Magicaddict
MandaPanda
nrduncan
Orgasmatron
Pentameter
rad1101
rennfahrer
Sacrilicious
Snark
sparkle_pink
SPECIALk
Stagger_Lee
stevie_says
supadupapupa
thorpe
39 eligible votes (42 total) *
Entry 2:
Antioxident
beauxjizzle
darko
EchoBoxing
3 eligible votes (4 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.
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Submitted by FunnyAsCancer (user info) at 2006-11-10 09:42:10 EST (#)
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Submitted by supadupapupa (user info) at 2006-11-09 22:16:12 EST (#)
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Submitted by domenad (user info) at 2006-11-09 00:10:41 EST (#)
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Submitted by Bigmike (user info) at 2006-11-08 18:08:29 EST (#)
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Submitted by coley (user info) at 2006-11-08 16:08:35 EST (#)
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I liked it a lot and even if you weren't up against a forfeit, I'd probably have voted for you anyway.
Submitted by BananaPhone (user info) at 2006-11-08 15:01:23 EST (#)
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Do you have any idea how much i wanted to vote for 2?
Submitted by rennfahrer (user info) at 2006-11-08 13:55:36 EST (#)
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Submitted by JonnyX (user info) at 2006-11-08 13:50:41 EST (#)
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#1 was pretty good
Submitted by nrduncan (user info) at 2006-11-08 11:07:57 EST (#)
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Submitted by beauxjizzle (user info) at 2006-11-08 10:20:05 EST (#)
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attn: ghey menz
Submitted by BLITZKREIG_BOB (user info) at 2006-11-08 10:18:31 EST (#)
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Submitted by Axolotl (user info) at 2006-11-08 10:05:57 EST (#)
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Submitted by JMG114 (user info) at 2006-11-08 08:58:39 EST (#)
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Entry one was rather heavy-handed and it suffered from the ubiquitous UberMadness malady of characters flying off the handle in response to slight provocation. It wasn't bad at all. It just could've been better.
Submitted by DrogoRoch (user info) at 2006-11-08 08:49:53 EST (#)
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Preachy but hey.
Submitted by Pentameter (user info) at 2006-11-08 08:33:02 EST (#)
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Submitted by ghola (user info) at 2006-11-08 08:31:49 EST (#)
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Submitted by helbling (user info) at 2006-11-08 08:21:46 EST (#)
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Submitted by Magicaddict (user info) at 2006-11-08 06:41:53 EST (#)
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I liked the grand tour in #1, but the manner in which it revealed itself to be happening was awfully matter-of-fact. However, considering the subject matter, I suppose that isn't incorrect.
Anyway, light years ahead of a forfeit.
Submitted by jack11058 (user info) at 2006-11-08 06:03:21 EST (#)
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Submitted by JoeyG (user info) at 2006-11-08 04:25:39 EST (#)
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Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2006-11-08 03:32:11 EST (#)
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UM IS DEAD
Submitted by sparkle_pink (user info) at 2006-11-08 03:19:30 EST (#)
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It must be frustrating to do all that work and go through all that effort only to go up against a forfeit.
Submitted by SPECIALk (user info) at 2006-11-08 03:07:11 EST (#)
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Submitted by Snark (user info) at 2006-11-08 01:00:43 EST (#)
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Submitted by Confuzitron (user info) at 2006-11-08 00:48:43 EST (#)
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Submitted by HotWillie (user info) at 2006-11-08 00:34:55 EST (#)
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Submitted by EchoBoxing (user info) at 2006-11-07 23:54:25 EST (#)
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obvious choice
Submitted by thorpe (user info) at 2006-11-07 23:30:16 EST (#)
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:(
Submitted by Stagger_Lee (user info) at 2006-11-07 23:23:06 EST (#)
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Submitted by Jack_McCallum (user info) at 2006-11-07 23:14:50 EST (#)
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#1 almost verged on tree-hugging emo, but it was still a really great read.
Submitted by Coyote (user info) at 2006-11-07 23:06:04 EST (#)
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Submitted by Orgasmatron (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:51:07 EST (#)
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Throated.
Submitted by GMCrayon (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:45:43 EST (#)
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Submitted by Crystle (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:44:30 EST (#)
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Submitted by awesome_face (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:09:41 EST (#)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:09:33 EST (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:04:07 (#)
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So. You put your rating on a worthLESS FORFEIT??? ARE YOU REALLY THAT FUCKING DUMB?????
Darko, I used to think you had a clue, but now I think you are a fucking moron. Sorry, dude, but you are a fucking fool.
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Not worthless, I didn't like number one. It isn't a vote for the Forfeit, but a vote against both submitted entries since the forfeit can't move on. All matchups should have a "Vote against both" so that when neither of them get to move on gauranteed. This is the closest thing there is.
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Ok, you be right and shit. I wasn't trying to be a dick.......
Oh, fuck that . Yes, I was .
I was good at being an asshole, huh???
Darko, we shall be friendly. Even when we don't agree.......
Submitted by Doodles (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:07:07 EST (#)
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-11-07 22:04:07 EST (#)
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So. You put your rating on a worthLESS FORFEIT??? ARE YOU REALLY THAT FUCKING DUMB?????
Darko, I used to think you had a clue, but now I think you are a fucking moron. Sorry, dude, but you are a fucking fool.
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Not worthless, I didn't like number one. It isn't a vote for the Forfeit, but a vote against both submitted entries since the forfeit can't move on. All matchups should have a "Vote against both" so that when neither of them get to move on gauranteed. This is the closest thing there is.
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:59:43 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:52:48 (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:26:03 (#)
Ranking: -2
So, Snarky/JMG, whatchoo gonna do about ColeslawMurphy? Hmmmm????
49 seconds late and you can't put him in? This fuckstick is many hours late
and he makes the grade???
No
No
No
No
Fuck that......
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Bubba, the first poster isn't late. Bart doesn't automatically post all entries at noon, he let's posts come up when they are submitted. When someone forfeits like number 2 did, the matchup doesn't go until Bart physically posts it.
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So. You put your rating on a worthLESS FORFEIT??? ARE YOU REALLY THAT FUCKING DUMB?????
Darko, I used to think you had a clue, but now I think you are a fucking moron. Sorry, dude, but you are a fucking fool....
Submitted by Antioxident (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:58:35 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
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Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:52:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:26:03 (#)
Ranking: -2
So, Snarky/JMG, whatchoo gonna do about ColeslawMurphy? Hmmmm????
49 seconds late and you can't put him in? This fuckstick is many hours late
and he makes the grade???
No
No
No
No
Fuck that......
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Bubba, the first poster isn't late. Bart doesn't automatically post all entries at noon, he let's posts come up when they are submitted. When someone forfeits like number 2 did, the matchup doesn't go until Bart physically posts it.
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:51:22 EST (#)
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Submitted by Sacrilicious (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:43:40 EST (#)
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Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:26:03 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
So, Snarky/JMG, whatchoo gonna do about ColeslawMurphy? Hmmmm????
49 seconds late and you can't put him in? This fuckstick is many hours late
and he makes the grade???
No
No
No
No
Fuck that......
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:25:39 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Granted, thanks to life getting in the way, I started writing about four hours from the deadline, and my entry in this round is far from my best - but I'm glad that I didn't forfeit.
I would've been pretty stoked if my opponent had though.
I'm not sure if I should vote against the forfeit for sheer laziness or vote against the guy who wrote something because I'm jealous that he got this opponent and I didn't...
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:21:59 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Something is better than nothing.
Weeeelllll, mayyyybbbeeee not.....
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:20:43 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
Fuck both of 'em.............
Submitted by Bubba2341 (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:18:40 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
9 Hours late???
BOTH OF THEM FORFEIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuck the fact that this was EVEN posted as an entry........
Submitted by stevie_says (user info) at 2006-11-07 21:14:36 EST (#)
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