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Word War with @selkie- | 4 Minutes | 364 Words |

“Good evening, and welcome to the cabin wars show!” Moonlit exclaimed, checking her watch briefly before continuing on. “Please welcome tonight's contestants…”

Moonlit pauses, waiting for a series of spotlights to illuminate 15 podiums, each of the occupied by silhouetted figure.

“Adventureeee!” she screams into the mic, a bright red light illuminating the left most podium. On it stands a young warrior bearing a shield. On it lies a blue and red castle emblem, the edge of its facade slowly crumbling together, as if it were in a state of slight disrepair.

“Bizarooo Fiction!” she continues, oblivious to the screaming of the crowd behind her. This time, a rosy pink light flashes, revealing a young frog clad with mushroom-like armor and a glowing helmet. Around them stands a handful of rabbits, already digging fortifications aroun their position.

“Dystopiaaaan!” At the mention of the name, the crowd quiets to a whispering hush, as if in cautious awe of the duo that stands of the sapphire lit podium before them. One girl flips over, standing neatly on her hands as the other vanishes with a whirl of feather, reappearing moments later on the first girl’s shoe, as a crow, no less.

“Faaaan Fiction!” Trumpets sound in the background, an attempt at fanfare for the warrior that stands before them, this girl bathed in green and orange light. On her face, she wears a set, determined expression, as if nothing in this world will ever get in her way of winning.

“Fantasyyyy!” The crowd’s eyes widen as three fairies, each surrounding by their own purple and green aura, wave, their wings flapping neatly in unison. Between them, they carry a single bubble emitting bucketing, each iridescent bubble popping midair with a shower of sparkles.

“Folkloooore!” A shimmer of warm lights surrounds a girl surrounded by stacks of books, each of them giving off their own glowing light, as if they too held their own magic. She spreads her arms wide, casting a shimmering light on the crowd, their gasps audible as Moonlit continued.

“Histoooorical Fiction!” Three warrior appear, each of their eyes deadlocked on each other. Perhaps the rivalry was strong with these three – an interesting dynamic they’re sure to have! Of course, in unison, they may very well take on the world, and the crowd screams their approval.

“Horrorrrrr!” Another young girl, this one cloaked in deep red light, steps forward, looking proudly out to the chanting crowd. As she smiles, the entire house gets to its feet, their enthusiasm ever building with each new contestant.

“Mysteryyy!” Someone, their features unrecognizably shaded behind a cloak, slides into view, flicking an encrypted message towards to audience before standing perfectly still, the deep blue lighting casting an eerie glow on their figure.

“Nooooon fiction!” Moonlit continues, smiling at the trio of well dressed archaeologists that step forward, bearing a wide assortment of gadgets and tools. Between them, they seem to bear some sort of dinosaur head, a relic of long gone life on Earth.

“Poooe-eeee-tryyy!” she screams, separating every syllable for the name’s full affect. A cheerful coffee house barista wave to the crowd, sipping some sort of latte – they’re well prepared for a late night, if nothing else! Their maroon apron and cap matching the equally maroon spotlight perfectly, and the crowd is loving it.

“Reeealistic Fiction!” A farm girl steps forward, her jeans still covered in hay from earlier that day. She puts a finger to her lips, quieting the crowd as a trio of animals step up around her, their faces bright and ready for the night!

“Sciiiience Fiction!” Looking as though she just arrived from a long flight, a girl in a spacesuit steps forward, still bearing a sleek weapon that looks quite a bit out of this world. Perhaps she really is from another world – the sci-fi system is rumored to be a vast space! And of course, who could forget the miniature arm that swarms her feet, their bright green eyes hungry for action.

“Scriiiiiipt!” Tyrants, that’s the only way to describe the trio that steps forward. Each of them holding a microphone of their own, they look ready to burst into song at any moment, captivating every ounce to the room’s attention. This house is about to take a train ride to Hadestown, that’s for sure!

“Aaaand last but certainly not least, Thriiiiiller!” The audience’s attention temporarily shifts the young man bearing a beautiful mask and polar bear embroidered scarf, his green eyes shining brightly with anticipation. He came ready – ready to win this thing! And of course, behind him stand two equally well dressed companions, their faces well hidden behind masks of their own.

The lights dim once again, the audience quieting once again to a hush as Moonlit fidgets with the microphone, as if waiting for something to happen. Whatever it is, its not coming anytime soon – after a good ten seconds or so, she lifts it as a spotlight illuminates the panel around her. You pause for a second, realizing that she was at both Dystopian’s podium and her own panel at the same time – what is this, sorcery? Cloning? Identical twins? Squaller tricks? Illusions of the light? Whatever the case, she definitely has a trick or two up her sleeves, and is not afraid to use them.

“Now that we’ve introduced our contestants,” she smiles, pausing yet again, perhaps for the audience's attention. They’re quite a chatty bunch, aren’t they? “It’s time to announce tonight’s theme! Can I get a drumrollll?” She drags the last word out as the audience obliges.

Hundreds, thousands of limbs begin to pound on every available surface, their momentum insurmountable, a tide that cannot be stopped, a roar lion waiting for its prey. Perhaps those descriptions didn’t quite make sense – but welcome to the game show! Don’t ever expect anything to make sense around here, that’s simply not the way things work. Moonlit seems to agree, frowning as she opens her mouth and says something somehow left unheard.

Word war with @mabshurah 3 minutes 88 words (i didn't have inspiration)

For three friends coming into their least favorite class of the day, their expressions were all glum. Allison had a number of ways to put off entering the dreaded class, and her tactics often made them late. Whether it was wanting to use the other entrance or needing a stretch break, her groans said it all. Her friends, Caroline and Analucia, her two friends with her, didn’t seem to mind and preferred to be late with her rather than go into the class early. On this particular day when they found themselves unfortunate enough to have the class, Allison seemed in a particularly bad mood.
“I wish I could skip,” a look of longing crossed her face before she forced a laugh.
“Or stay home,” Caroline said in agreement. Analucia stayed quiet but a rogue smile tugged at her lips. Allison looked at her pointedly as if willing her to add on, but by then they had entered the class and had fallen silent.
The class wasn’t just any old class. No, it wasn’t snooze-ville history or the long-lasting english. There was only one class that could be so horrible. PE. There PE class wasn’t just any lousy PE class, no, it was taught by the infamous Mr. Hatchett. He was said to make you run laps until you dropped then do push-ups till you collapsed, and so far no one had been able to prove him otherwise. Along with Mr. Hatchett, there were two other teachers, though neither of them were quite as strict as Mr. Hatchett. Ms. Thawyer was a middle aged woman who was always handing out stickers to her class for good work. Then there was Mr. Green, a younger teacher who looked suspiciously like Mr. Clean. They made up the main PE teachers, besides the occasional sub.
When you arrived at class you were supposed to wait by your teacher's desk so they could mark their attendance, but when the girls arrived they didn’t see anyone. It didn’t seem suspicious, Mr. Hatchett was always hanging around the teachers lounge doing whatever it was that teachers did in there. However, once it was five minutes past the start of class the students began glancing around, searching for their absent teacher.
Suddenly, the doors leading out of the classroom slammed shut and the lights flickered until there was just pitch black in the gym. A booming voice cut into the silence, echoing throughout the large gym. “Hello students, and welcome to the triennial game of Grog!” Allison and Caroline let their eyes drift together. Within them was a look of confusion and surprise, completely natural when something of this nature had been sprung upon them. They had played Grog in class, surely this was just another game with added theatrics? Analucia looked oddly determined, and when they jogged over to their other friends Maya and Stephanie, who looked just as–if not more–confused than Allison and Caroline.
“Line up and put on your jerseys!” Mr. Hatchett barked suddenly. Allison grimaced and made a great show of pulling her hair up and readjusting the jersey so it wouldn’t touch any part of her body other than her clothes. Caroline looked just as repulsed by the disgusting jersey’s, although she didn’t make as much of a show while putting them on. Chances were, the jersey’s had never been washed in their lifetime–if ever.
A strange growling noise was coming from the boys locker room, and the girls shared a look of understanding. This wouldn’t have any student grogs. No, those were real live grogs being held in the horrid boys locker rooms. No wonder they were so anxious to get out. Or maybe it was the smell of humans on the other side of the wall. Either way, Allison and Caroline were carefully pushing all the boys toward the noises. This was life or death, and neither was willing to risk it.
Ignoring the commotion on the gym floor, Mr. Hatchett continued. “Let’s have a little on the rules, shall we?” He seemed to be delaying their inevitable doom for as long as possible, maybe waiting for everyone to realize the predicament they were in. Every student in the room seemed to be puzzling over where Mr. Hatchett’s voice was coming from, and Analucia figured it out first. She pointed up at the ceiling, which was now 50 feet tall, and at a glass box where the devilish teacher was standing. The ceiling had definitely grown taller from this class from when they had last been in the gym.
“Rule number one,” he smiled evilly at Analucia and she quickly looked away. “No escaping the lost box. If you do, punishment.” What punishment would there be for someone who was already dead? Allison didn’t know and didn't want to find out. “Rule number two, find three pucks, and you can–well, you’ll find out later.” The class groaned. No one wanted to wait for his instructions which he seemed to be delivering at the glacial speed of a snail. They had the sense not to groan, even when he added, “if you survive.”. Some people looked visibly afraid, others looked ready to prove something, whatever that may be. Maya looked grim for a second, thinking it had ruined her plan, but brightened up quite quickly. She seemed to be having a mental conversation with herself, not that any of them blamed her for that. “Last rule,’ Mr. Hatchett paused to let his voice sink in. “Everything else is fair game.”
Allison and Caroline shared one last grim look before focusing on the task at hand. In that one look, they made an agreement. They stuck together, no matter what. Caroline continued herding the groups of boys toward the boys locker room, and the growls coming from it were getting louder and louder each minute. Allison was surveying those who weren’t going towards the locker rooms, however difficult it was in the darkness. She spots Maya, Analucia and Stephanie grouped in a corner and goes to stand near Caroline right when a large click echoes through the gym, presumably the sound of the lock on the door being removed. Allison and Caroline watch long enough to see the boys try and keep a stoic expression on their faces while the grogs come at them. They think they’re protecting the girls. Allison snorts before dragging Caroline to the rest of their small group. Allison shows signs of excitement, exhilaration, as if she has been waiting for this her whole life. Caroline looks prepared, ready to do whatever it takes to keep her friends alive. Analucia looks just as determined as Caroline, with a dash of bravery in her stare. And Maya, strangely enough, looks like she’s been plotting this her entire life. Allison gives her a weird stare and announces a statement she says everyday during PE, but finally is true. “Oh well. Looks like I should’ve stayed home from school today.” It’s her futile attempt to lighten the mood, but it turns out majorly unsuccessful. Trying to be prepared, Allison wonders how long they’ll be stuck here. It’s unsure, but she plans for multiple situations. She squinted to see through the dark, but she couldn’t see any walls nearby. Hadn’t they started near the bleacher walls? She taps her watch to see if it will provide any additional light, but her heart sinks when she realizes she hadn’t charged it in a week. Jolting everyone from their individual thoughts, she asks if anyone has a watch.
“Er– I left it at home.” Caroline averts her gaze and laughs nervously.
“On PE day?” Allison raises her voice, and Caroline cringes.
“I do!” Analucia announces proudly.
“You do?” Allison turns from Caroline and huddles near Analucia.
“No!” Analucia cries. Allison looked exasperatedly at her. “I forgot to charge my watch last night! It’s only at one–zero now!” They watch their last hope, in the form of a watch, die. Allison sighs loudly. Without the watches she would have to moderate her current plans for their survival.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” Allison announces. “If we’re here for a while, we’ll send up a traveling camp with tents and such and–oh!” Allison looks even more angry. “We don’t have food! How are we supposed to survive without food?!” Caroline shoots her friend a warning look. Any louder and she’ll attract the grogs attention. “Fine, we’ll focus on my short term plan. We find the pucks, do what we need to do with them and get out.” Easier said than done. Scanning the endless sea of black, they can barely see their hands. It would be challenging, but they could do it. They gave each other determined looks and set out to look for the pucks.

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Rogupp gasped as they looked up at the massive mysterious figure, who looked at them and jumped a bit in shock. They giggled as the ground shook a bit. “Oh-!” the goddess yelped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there-“ “it’s okay!” Rogupp responded, reaching out to mess with her long constellation-pattered kimono. “I’ve never seen anything like you before-! Are you a star?” The being giggled. “No, I’m not a star. But I sort of…rule the stars, in a way. I didn’t know that anyone lived on this planet!” “Oh- well I do! I haven’t met anyone else though…” They looked a little sad. The Kitsune tanuki kneeled down, gently stroking them. “It’s okay. Do you want to come with me?” They looked up in excitement. “Really-?!” When the giantess nodded, they jumped around in excitement. “Yay I get to

Her fur was made of bright, shining stars, and her kimono draped down to her knees, covered in constellations. Rogupp gasped as they looked up at the massive figure, who looked back at them and jumped a bit in shock. They giggled as the ground shook from the impact. “Oh-!” the mysterious entity yelped. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were there-“ “It’s okay!” Rogupp responded, reaching out to mess with her long constellation-mottled kimono. “I’ve never seen anything like you before-! Are you a star?” She giggled. “No, I’m not a star. But I sort of…rule the stars, in a way. I didn’t know that anyone lived on this planet!” “Oh- well I do! I haven’t met anyone else though…” They looked a little sad upon realizing that. The Kitsune-Tanuki hybrid kneeled down, gently stroking them. “It’s okay. Do you want to come with me?” They looked up in excitement. “Really-?!” When the giantess nodded, they jumped around in excitement. “Yay I get to go explore! With a friend! I’ve never had a friend before!” They hopped into her open arms. “I’m Andromeda, and you?” “I’m Rogupp!” They hugged Andromeda as she slowly hovered into the air, smiling at her new companion.