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Greetings, Ganondork here. I apologize for not posting this yesterday, I was out of town and had no access to a computer. For the third week, we've received a very good turn out. I thank everyone for their involvement in the competition. Here's this week's entries:
Hero of Time
Game Over
When I had entered Ganon's chamber, I expected nothing but the sweet taste of victory, but instead all I tasted was my own blood. I coughed up more and more as equal amounts poured out from the wound in my left pectoral. My tunic turned an ugly shade of brown and became soaking wet on the wound and in the area around it.
Why did you reach for your fairy, stupid? I asked myself. I couldn't answer that question; all I could do was lie on the ground and regret my decision as Ganondorf loomed over me, grinning deviously.
He looked into my horrified face and said coolly, "I don't know why you're so scared. You should be grateful I'm not making you live to see my reign over Hyrule. It's something most people would die for!" He followed this was evil laughs.
How could I let this happen? What about Zelda? How could I leave her with this thief as her ruler?
My only chance at salvation was to run for my life. But Ganondorf had his sword drawn; if I moved an inch, there was no doubt he would pulverize me with one quick strike. But it was my only chance at survival - and the kingdom's survival along with it.
"Any last words, punk?" he snarled.
I snickered. "You better hope you locked the door."
Ganondorf was confused for a split second, and I took advantage of it.I immediately ran for it. In moments, I was closing in on the door. I could hear his heavy footsteps growing closer and closer. My loss of blood had drained my energy. I was gasping for air by the time I was twenty feet away.
I could see the light beyond the door. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet. Five feet. I reached for the knob as I came to a halt directly in front of the large door. I felt the cold, bronze knob in my pale hand. Right as I began to turn it, the thing I was running from became a reality. The steel blade of Ganondorf penetrated my back and didn't stop until it had passed through my abdomen and pierced my skin a second time on the other side.
My whole existence went numb. I felt nothing but the frigid grasp of the hands of death. As my world faded to black, I heard the last words spoken to me by my victorious enemy.
"Game over."
Thareous
Downfall
Blades struck each other, and lightning from the brewing storm outside Hyrule Castle flashed, as if generated by the intensity of the ongoing battle. The blows the two warriors traded rang out like the thunder that went off thereafter. One warrior was swift and dauntless, while his combatant was larger and more powerful. Together they attacked with equal ferocity, so much that neither could overcome the other. They would circumvent, parry, or altogether dodge every endeavored strike.
But then the larger opponent Ganondorf, being of Power, therefore greater endurance, recognized the tiredness exhaustion of Link. Some old contempt stirred from within. This is his best? he mused, defending a blow. And you thought I could be thrashed again. Pathetic... With that he threw all his strength against his foe, sending him flying backward. As Link hit the floor Ganon bounded toward him and kicked the reprehensible Master Sword from his hand. Quickly reaching down, he seized the "hero's" neck in his grasp.
"Well, well..." Ganondorf jerked his victim from the flagstones and watched as he squirmed. "I'll say it again, Kid; you've some real guts about you. Wonder what'd come out of you if I cut you open. Oh, that's right: guts. You're only a pompous mortal, after all. On the other hand, I'm so much more." He raised his free hand to display the shimmering triangle.
Link grunted, exasperated, and pounded on his arm.
"Oh look, the churl can't take defeat," Ganon said. A sneer curled up his face, but dropped into a grimace. The fury that erupted from him was unexpected to them both. "Complacent brat! Stop struggling! What do you think you're righting for? This land is mine. It was ordained as mine, until scoundrels like you rose up from nothing. And you go around sporting this "destiny" to receive praise from others. Do you even realize how much I loathe your arrogance, HATE YOU?"
A cry of pain escaped Link as his grip tightened, and Ganondorf strode out into the rain, out onto a balcony. He thrust Link over the railing, still seething with hatred, his voice roaring over the storm. "Now all will see you for the fraud you are. They'll at last acknowledge me as the true master! Do you hear that, Boy? I'm even Master above you! So prepare for the 'Hero's Downfall.' No pun intended..."
A_LINK_IN_TIME
Fallen Warrior
The sword lay on the ground before him but he could not muster the strength to stand up. The Triforce on his hand no longer appeared to possess the radiance it once exerted and he could only grope in pain as the princess shouted to him across the flames. A seven year trek. And for what?! Nothing. Wiping the blood from his hands, he stood up and withdrew a bow of purity with the hope of slaying the principal denizen once and for all.
“Rrr,” cried the beast. Its arms extended out as the blades of massacre shone in the moonlight. Too many people had lost their life at the hands of this villain, beast monster! Gasping for breath, the hero shot once, twice, thrice into the demon’s back end. Soon both fighters were on the ground, scurrying to rise.
It had been only moments before that everything seemed hopeless. Now, some dim pulse-a slight palpitation exited the warrior. He sensed there was a chance even if a narrow one.
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” he whispered to himself.
The beast lurched forward. Raising the blade he had received from the princess moments before, the hero in green raised the weapon to the sky and felt the power of the sages surge through it. This was his chance! With a last gasp of blood from mouth, the hero lurched forward and delivered the finishing blow. Unfortunately, his body had sustained too much damage during his earlier encounter with the dark queen. The hero of seven years collapsed, panting and breathing forcefully.
His funeral was held Sunday of that week at the Temple of Time. The cadaver had been inspected and it was found that serious wounds had pierced the warrior’s stomach. The princess had locked herself in her chamber for the week period in between his death and funeral. He would be buried in the castle garden later that day. Dressed entirely in black, she emerged from the palace with a solemn procession attending to her.
Link was dead but his memory lived in-A hero who had fulfilled the prophecy and whom the Master Sword never failed. Courage may have fled his veins but his heart was always evil’s bane.
With this week's competition over, it's time for next week's topic:
Zelda in Another Game
How would Zelda characters interact in another game? How would the plot be altered? How would they adapt to this new environment?
This topic's word limit is 700 words; it's going to require a good bit of detail and development. It's due 2/26/12, remember to Private Message me your entry. Have a great day.
Hero of Time
Game Over
When I had entered Ganon's chamber, I expected nothing but the sweet taste of victory, but instead all I tasted was my own blood. I coughed up more and more as equal amounts poured out from the wound in my left pectoral. My tunic turned an ugly shade of brown and became soaking wet on the wound and in the area around it.
Why did you reach for your fairy, stupid? I asked myself. I couldn't answer that question; all I could do was lie on the ground and regret my decision as Ganondorf loomed over me, grinning deviously.
He looked into my horrified face and said coolly, "I don't know why you're so scared. You should be grateful I'm not making you live to see my reign over Hyrule. It's something most people would die for!" He followed this was evil laughs.
How could I let this happen? What about Zelda? How could I leave her with this thief as her ruler?
My only chance at salvation was to run for my life. But Ganondorf had his sword drawn; if I moved an inch, there was no doubt he would pulverize me with one quick strike. But it was my only chance at survival - and the kingdom's survival along with it.
"Any last words, punk?" he snarled.
I snickered. "You better hope you locked the door."
Ganondorf was confused for a split second, and I took advantage of it.I immediately ran for it. In moments, I was closing in on the door. I could hear his heavy footsteps growing closer and closer. My loss of blood had drained my energy. I was gasping for air by the time I was twenty feet away.
I could see the light beyond the door. Fifteen feet away. Ten feet. Five feet. I reached for the knob as I came to a halt directly in front of the large door. I felt the cold, bronze knob in my pale hand. Right as I began to turn it, the thing I was running from became a reality. The steel blade of Ganondorf penetrated my back and didn't stop until it had passed through my abdomen and pierced my skin a second time on the other side.
My whole existence went numb. I felt nothing but the frigid grasp of the hands of death. As my world faded to black, I heard the last words spoken to me by my victorious enemy.
"Game over."
Thareous
Downfall
Blades struck each other, and lightning from the brewing storm outside Hyrule Castle flashed, as if generated by the intensity of the ongoing battle. The blows the two warriors traded rang out like the thunder that went off thereafter. One warrior was swift and dauntless, while his combatant was larger and more powerful. Together they attacked with equal ferocity, so much that neither could overcome the other. They would circumvent, parry, or altogether dodge every endeavored strike.
But then the larger opponent Ganondorf, being of Power, therefore greater endurance, recognized the tiredness exhaustion of Link. Some old contempt stirred from within. This is his best? he mused, defending a blow. And you thought I could be thrashed again. Pathetic... With that he threw all his strength against his foe, sending him flying backward. As Link hit the floor Ganon bounded toward him and kicked the reprehensible Master Sword from his hand. Quickly reaching down, he seized the "hero's" neck in his grasp.
"Well, well..." Ganondorf jerked his victim from the flagstones and watched as he squirmed. "I'll say it again, Kid; you've some real guts about you. Wonder what'd come out of you if I cut you open. Oh, that's right: guts. You're only a pompous mortal, after all. On the other hand, I'm so much more." He raised his free hand to display the shimmering triangle.
Link grunted, exasperated, and pounded on his arm.
"Oh look, the churl can't take defeat," Ganon said. A sneer curled up his face, but dropped into a grimace. The fury that erupted from him was unexpected to them both. "Complacent brat! Stop struggling! What do you think you're righting for? This land is mine. It was ordained as mine, until scoundrels like you rose up from nothing. And you go around sporting this "destiny" to receive praise from others. Do you even realize how much I loathe your arrogance, HATE YOU?"
A cry of pain escaped Link as his grip tightened, and Ganondorf strode out into the rain, out onto a balcony. He thrust Link over the railing, still seething with hatred, his voice roaring over the storm. "Now all will see you for the fraud you are. They'll at last acknowledge me as the true master! Do you hear that, Boy? I'm even Master above you! So prepare for the 'Hero's Downfall.' No pun intended..."
A_LINK_IN_TIME
Fallen Warrior
The sword lay on the ground before him but he could not muster the strength to stand up. The Triforce on his hand no longer appeared to possess the radiance it once exerted and he could only grope in pain as the princess shouted to him across the flames. A seven year trek. And for what?! Nothing. Wiping the blood from his hands, he stood up and withdrew a bow of purity with the hope of slaying the principal denizen once and for all.
“Rrr,” cried the beast. Its arms extended out as the blades of massacre shone in the moonlight. Too many people had lost their life at the hands of this villain, beast monster! Gasping for breath, the hero shot once, twice, thrice into the demon’s back end. Soon both fighters were on the ground, scurrying to rise.
It had been only moments before that everything seemed hopeless. Now, some dim pulse-a slight palpitation exited the warrior. He sensed there was a chance even if a narrow one.
“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” he whispered to himself.
The beast lurched forward. Raising the blade he had received from the princess moments before, the hero in green raised the weapon to the sky and felt the power of the sages surge through it. This was his chance! With a last gasp of blood from mouth, the hero lurched forward and delivered the finishing blow. Unfortunately, his body had sustained too much damage during his earlier encounter with the dark queen. The hero of seven years collapsed, panting and breathing forcefully.
His funeral was held Sunday of that week at the Temple of Time. The cadaver had been inspected and it was found that serious wounds had pierced the warrior’s stomach. The princess had locked herself in her chamber for the week period in between his death and funeral. He would be buried in the castle garden later that day. Dressed entirely in black, she emerged from the palace with a solemn procession attending to her.
Link was dead but his memory lived in-A hero who had fulfilled the prophecy and whom the Master Sword never failed. Courage may have fled his veins but his heart was always evil’s bane.
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With this week's competition over, it's time for next week's topic:
Zelda in Another Game
How would Zelda characters interact in another game? How would the plot be altered? How would they adapt to this new environment?
This topic's word limit is 700 words; it's going to require a good bit of detail and development. It's due 2/26/12, remember to Private Message me your entry. Have a great day.