Conspirators!
I am pleased as a lizard president to open the Story Contest. This contest will run until 5pm EDT on Monday the 30th of March.
Here are a few rules: - It must follow the festival's theme (conspiracy).
- There is no limit on length
- All submissions can be sent to me via PM with the Title and the word 'Final' in parentheses: My Story (Final)
- You may also post in it this thread, however please follow this code:
Code: [spoiler=STORY TITLE]STORY[/spoiler]
- The winner will be announced on the last day of the festival!
Have fun!
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Who are the judges?
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11)
Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7)
"The 1% is like a 1% battery charge. It will die out if it is not charged(the charge is the 99%). But if you don't charge it, it will die for sure, sooner or later"
- Me (2001- Present)
"Change is the world's blood"
- Me (2001-Present)
I don't understand: Are we in the conspiracy? What kind of conspiracy are we talking? Could you elaborate?
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It's a story contest. Write your own story about any type of conspiracy you want. Use your imagination.
Animefan666 (me): One day I'd like to wipe out humanity...and maybe conquer the city. Ya know, the usual.
Then, once everyone is a zombie, we all starve and Serling dies. A perfect end to a doomed city.
Zombie61: /Rename Animefan666 to The-Brain.
Animefan666: So, now that we've established that I am Brain, who will be my not so brainy sidekick Pinky?
Kris: You suddenly remind me of Magneto's White House Speech in Days of Future Past.
TAC: So who's gonna be my right hand mutant?
Fortunado: And now i need something to restore my faith in humanity... been a struggle to stop losing it.
LeSageStupide: Have you ever just stared at TAC's avatar for a while? It helps a lot.
(03-26-2015, 05:34 PM)Ryccia Wrote: Who are the judges?
Myself, Escade and you Ryccia; unless you want to participate
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God Sakes, I have to think of a story about conspiracy? This is going to be a lot harder.
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(03-26-2015, 05:43 PM)Feirmont Wrote: (03-26-2015, 05:34 PM)Ryccia Wrote: Who are the judges?
Myself, Escade and you Ryccia; unless you want to participate
No, I was just checking. I don't really have an ability to write a story, but I like stories(Im in a book club in my school) so I thought, why not judge stories? Also, judging seems fun!
Look out for my judgement! Also, how are we going to do this? A decision among us or a points system like one judge gives a number from 0 to 10 as judgement?
Deputy Regional Minister of the Planning and Development Agency(March 8-May 19, 2014)
Local Council Member(April 24-August 11)
Court Justice of TSP(August 15-December 7)
"The 1% is like a 1% battery charge. It will die out if it is not charged(the charge is the 99%). But if you don't charge it, it will die for sure, sooner or later"
- Me (2001- Present)
"Change is the world's blood"
- Me (2001-Present)
Conspiracy theory! 
Escade
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Let me start off this Revolesto with a simple statement: Freedom is a mere illusion.
As such, I wish to fight the government, fight the status quo, fight the oligarchy that has come to dominate our government.
It will be slow at first. The revolution will attract few people at first given our radical leftist ideas. But soon, as the government will attempt to dispose of us, the truth about Fake Freedom will be exposed, and we will draw millions to our side.
All over the world, the masses will rise up to topple the Fake Freedom governments, and will learn to adopt a mixed form of Dictatorship and Democracy.
The dictatorship will involve a single President that will serve until a recall, an appointment to the Presidency has passed the people's vote, or death. The rest of the government will be a full democracy.
With this system, the ones who know best for the world as a whole and not for the upper class will be the ones to lead us, and the government will be very clear if it is required to remove freedoms from the people.
In the beginning, there must be few freedoms. People cannot be trusted with so much freedom after such a radical government is set up, and the population must be controlled until the reforms across the board are not only implemented but socially accepted.
All previous governments must be destroyed. A new governing body will be made, formed out of the ashes of it's global predecessor. The military and all main weapons will be banned, destroyed, or recycled. The populace will learn to live without fear, without worry, without pain.
The revolution will begin, and it will be totally glorious.
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My name is Dan Apiro and I used to work for Circuits and More, Inc. This is the story of how I saved the world.
I worked on the production floor of Circuits and More as a stamping operator. Basically I would inspect the automatic operation of 12 machines under my maintenance route, making sure that they were oiled up, had enough raw material, and were in perfect working condition to run until the next time I would inspect them. The parts that were created from my machines were eventually used in larger electronics. My machines made that little springy thing in the middle of your toaster, or the metal doohickey in the center of your vacuum cleaner motor.
It was an easy job. Labor-intensive, sure, but not exactly mentally-taxing, if you know what I mean. I worked alone for the most part. I didn't have to interact with anyone else in the factory really. Just my machines. Once in awhile my boss would check up on me, but as long as everything was running smoothly, I was left alone. Sometimes for weeks at a time.
So you could say I had a lot of time to think about things and observe the things in the plant around me. And I am sure glad I did, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to save the world. I will explain. It was on a rainy day when a black limo rolled up to the doors of the factory. We don't usually get limousines pulling up to our little plant, but apparently whoever inside was extra special. Two men dressed in black suits and sunglasses walked right in. Who wears sunglasses on a rainy day?
I skirted away from the window with my curiosity peaked. I had to find out what was going on. This was certainly a mystery. I saw them men walk down the main hallway and upstairs. They must be headed to the boss's office to talk "business." Usually the boss would receive visitors from trade professionals trying to sell him the latest state-of-the-art stamping machines. That's how I got Bessy (the Stampmaster ZX-45) and Trudy (the Stampall C-2500) who never failed on me once yet. Juggs always crapped out after 4 days of operation. I would put in 5 ounces of clean, filtered engine oil each time, and sure enough, he'd spit that out as if he held it in for months!
Hmm, so how I was to find out what the men in the black suits came to talk to the boss about? Simple. Whenever the boss had guests, he'd order lunch in and they would eat in his conference room. I was ready. When the delivery guy came, I took the food and went straight up to the office and offered to set up the food in the conference room. Jeanine didn't mind when I offered to do it. Worthless receptionist; she can go on reading the USA Today at her desk. That tabloid shouldn't even be called a "newspaper" what with all the lies it tries to spread.
I got the food all set up and knocked on my boss's door. "Food's here!" I called. The men shuffle into the conference room and I "shut" the door behind me as I leave. I can hear some small talk and some jokes through the door. Then...one of the men in black said, "So remember, this is our secret. With your parts produced here, we will have eyes across the entire globe and no one will know any better! We will be rich men, with global influence!" Then I heard maniacal laughter coming from everyone in the room.
The door flew open as my boss yelled, " Hey 'Piro, we need napkins! Oh, you're still here." I shuffled my feet quickly and gave him some napkins before darting back to the production floor. I couldn't believe what I had heard. What were they plotting? Global influence? Eyes across the globe? Getting rich? Keeping it a secret? There was no way this was anything short of a sinister scheme in the works. Was it a plan to build a global "big brother" network under their control? Were they going to develop some spy satellite that they sell to the highest bidder? Whatever it was, it sounded like this manufacturing plant was ground zero. The parts for whatever they were going to build were going to be produced right here. From this plant. From the machines. From MY machines.
I couldn't just sit idly while I let this happen, now could I? This was about to be the single most life-changing event I had ever made. I went to the plumbing storage rack and grabbed a 4-foot long metal pipe. Gripping it with two hands I went about my usual maintenance route. But instead of checking the oil - instead of tightening the belts - instead of greasing the rollers, I took the pipe and started smashing. Each and every machine. Smashing them each to bits and bolts. Sorry Bessy! Whack! Whomp! Sorry Trudy - you had the smoothest gears. Thump! Crush! Ah Juggs, I hated you anyway!
"Dan! Dan! Stop!" My boss was there. Livid. I dropped the pipe and ran as fast as I could. I felt like a free man. I ran out the door and into the open air. I had just saved the world, and nothing could bring me down now. World, you are welcome!
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The men in the black suits came down to the production floor to see what had happened and saw the damage to the machines. "I hope this won't affect production. We have a long list of people already wanting those eyes."
The boss replied, "Not a problem. Sorry you had to see this. We have replacement machines in the back. Like I said, this is an opportunity we can't drop. Giving the blind a chance to see again...that's nothing short of a miracle. I just never imagined that my little metal parts would be used in something so amazing as a robotic eye."
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