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Uber141

Uber141

Posts: 4,394 Adamant Posts by user Forum Profile RuneMetrics Profile
Application Form:
Name you'd like to be called: Uber
Stories that are best examples of your talent: The Assassin (my only story :P )
Estimated Number of STORY Posts on said story: 20-30
Reason I should Accept you: I enjoy writing, and not to sound like I have a big ego, but I think I excell at it. I've been writing for quite a few years now, and I'd like to see how well I fare for applying at this establishment.
I've also applied here at teh TIGA before, but was denied. After some further improvements (I hope, although the character limit made this an agonizing process) I think I'm ready to apply again. :)
Time on Forums (Months, years, etc.): 2 and a half to three years.
Time Spent Writing (Outside of forums, months, years, etc.): 4 years.
(The name of the story below is 'The Beast').

20-Aug-2010 07:28:58 - Last edited on 20-Aug-2010 07:58:17 by Uber141

Uber141

Uber141

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Lightning flashed, and thunder rolled. Rain pelted my gleaming armor as I charged over the bridge, and into the flooded streets of Falador. The beast; it was coming. General Holloncoth announced battle stations, and our archers immediately took up defensive positions atop the walls.
Meanwhile the rest of us trudged heavily through the water and constructed barricades of nothing but wood planks and rusted nails. All of us seemed to realize that this would not yield the creature we were preparing to face.
Citizens ran about, eagerly seeking a place to hide from the nightmare that was soon to unfold. Other White Knights were manning the cannons being raised up into the watchtowers by pulley.
All I could do was stand alongside a few other squads. Suddenly, from above us came a shout, "I see it, sire!" Commands and the whistling of arrows followed. We were shaking in our boots; not from fear, but from being drenched from head to toe, icy water swirling at our knees.
"Status report!" boomed a deep voice from my rear. I craned my neck to see our commander riding in on his war stallion.
"Nothing is stopping it sir! We've tried nearly every projectile at disposal, but its massive armor plating has left it unscathed!" a frightened lookout called back.
"What haven't you tried, then?" he questioned bitterly, unsheathing his sword and casually examining it.
"It is just now entering the range of our cannons. Would you like me to issue a code blue, my liege?"
"Well, what else can we do? Damn," he spat in rage. "Yes, issue the code blue, fool." Without another word he was galloping back towards the castle.
It was folly of him to think we stood any chance against this monster, and he knew it clear as day. But he refused to admit it, and due to that, we would surely be dead.
A fellow recruit next to me said, "Why in hell are we standing out here freezing our asses off in this monsoon? Peter," he looked at me. "Might you have a plan?"

20-Aug-2010 07:29:28 - Last edited on 23-Aug-2010 00:51:32 by Uber141

Uber141

Uber141

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I answered, "No, because I didn't sign up for this." There were a few chuckles and nods, followed by silence.
"Fire the cannons!" Directly after the order, the roaring of cannons rattled my helmet. For a second, the earth shook a few times. The question was, 'Was that the cannons, or the thunderous footsteps of the devil?'
In a flash, a towering figure came barreling through the petty reinforcements we'd put on the gate, sending debris through the air. Eyes gleaming like emeralds, hot vapor rising from its open mouth, it charged.
A brave soldier, who dare get in its path, swung his weapon to no avail. The monstrosity's spiked armor not only deflected the blow, but bent the sword in half. Returning the favor, it splattered him like a bug with its mighty hoof.
From a closer view, the thing's armor was riddled with lodged arrows. The color appeared to have been a brilliant red, but it was thickly coated with filth. I looked over my shoulder to see everybody retreating.
I scanned my surroundings for a place to lie low. Squinting across the town square, I saw the park! However, these hopes were soon ruined when the hideous thing lumbered in my way.
As it strode toward me, I tried to recollect my thoughts and pull a trick out of my sleeve. It was upon me now, as the stench of its breath hit me like a wave.
Giving the beast no time, I made my move, sliding between its legs. Infuriated, it screamed at the skies, and whirled around. I knew it would surely find me if I went to take shelter, so I ran towards the castle.
The drawbridge was rising! I hustled myself, pushing my body beyond the limit, but I knew I was falling behind. Glancing behind me, my foe was gaining ground easily, stride for stride.
I had no chance of escape. Stumbling weakly to my knees, I concluded it was finally time for me to face my destiny. The beast had raised its battleaxe high above its head.
I watched in agony as it came straight down for me.

20-Aug-2010 07:29:29 - Last edited on 20-Aug-2010 07:56:23 by Uber141

Uber141

Uber141

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I'm 12, if that gives me any advantage. :P
But no, in all seriousness, I really am. Anyways, I'll be patient. No rush. :)
I'm also that guy that likes to end his stories with cliffhangers and suspense, for I'm not the best at wrapping them up.

20-Aug-2010 07:56:39 - Last edited on 20-Aug-2010 08:18:13 by Uber141

CannedNoob97

CannedNoob97

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Name you'd like to be called:Canned.
Stories that are best examples of your talent:I'd say "From Barbarian To Hero", but do funorb stories count? If not, "P.S. Kill me now", but it's not done yet.
Estimated Number of STORY Posts on said story: MUST BE MORE THAN 10! 11
Reason I should Accept you:I think you should accept me becuse I am always open to writing. You can learn a lot in three years, you know. All I need to do to wrte a story is think of the topic, and I'm off to writing. So I think you should accept me because I'm an awesome writer although not the best, and if I said that I'd sound cocky XD, but I do try my best to write the best, I've gotten great reviews from various people as well, even 9.5/10s, so that i why you should accept me.
Time on Forums (Months, years, etc.):I'd have to say at least three years and eight months.
Time Spent Writing (Outside of forums, months, years, etc.):That'd be probably six-seven years. We have quite a few writing prompts and projects.

20-Aug-2010 17:51:23

Ghastrage718

Ghastrage718

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Is it allowed to post the short story used here elsewhere after it has been used to apply, or would that make the application invalid? Just wondering :)
Application Form:
Name you'd like to be called:
James
Stories that are best examples of your talent:
A Tale of Legend, QFC: 49-50-771-57780377
It’s not that good, but it’s my only story here :| .

Estimated Number of STORY Posts on said story:
About 30, I think.
Reason I should accept you:
I really enjoy writing, and I always strive to improve my skills. I also enjoy being part of a community of authors that I can ask for opinions and help. I always like a challenge, and this guild seems to offer just that.
Time on Forums (Months, years, etc.):
A year and 10 months.
Time Spent Writing (Outside of forums, months, years, etc.):
About three years.

24-Aug-2010 00:04:40 - Last edited on 24-Aug-2010 02:15:23 by Ghastrage718

Ghastrage718

Ghastrage718

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Stories of mystery typically begin in the mist of a raging storm, deafening thunder echoing through empty streets and blinding lightning rending the sky in two. Many feel that, on beautiful days, evil deeds are far from the minds of every person, and that no-one can think impure thoughts whilst the Sun smiles down at them.
It’s amazing how wrong people can be.
The sky was coloured a perfect blue above the city of Falador, and there was not a cloud in the sky. The city’s streets were all but deserted; many citizens had left the city to picnic on the shore of the vast lake to the west of the city. Many workers had decided to take the day off with their families, to enjoy the best weather the city had seen for over five months. The main square of the city, usually a bustling hub for commerce, was empty; the owners of the various stalls that would usually infest the square had given up on being visited by any customers on such a hot day.
Within a shadow cast by a tall apartment building that stood at the bank of the moat that encircled the gleaming white castle, there was a miniscule movement, barely perceptible. A figure, all but invisible due to the dark colours of his apparel, was creeping along the street, careful not to be noticed by any of the few guards patrolling the area. A black mask was tightly tied around the man’s head, concealing his features from prying eyes. He cautiously glanced around before strolling to the bank of the moat, where he slowly lowered himself into the clear water, taking care to make no noise whatsoever.
Between the castle and the edge if the moat lay a few metres of grassy verge, gently sloping down to the water. The man dressed in black slowly pulled himself from the water, startling a group of swans nesting nearby. The man winced as the graceful birds hissed and spat at him indignantly before hurling themselves into the moat. Every noise he made raised the chance of him being discovered by a citizen or, worse, a city

24-Aug-2010 02:15:59 - Last edited on 24-Aug-2010 02:19:11 by Ghastrage718

Ghastrage718

Ghastrage718

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guard. Satisfied that he remained undetected, he surveyed the seemingly impassable wall. He had meticulously researched the area prior to this day, and knew that, even in this weather, the vast gates of the castle remained firmly secured and guarded. He smiled wryly to himself before strolling towards a small door set into the cream stones of the wall – an exit for use in emergencies. He shook his head: sometimes he felt as if health and safety laws did half his work for him.
Within the pristine castle of the White Knights, silence reigned. Many of the knights that inhabited the castle were either with their families or sheltering from the blazing sunlight in their cool dormitories, and only a handful of knights remained at their posts – guarding the most important areas of the castle. After deftly picking the lock of the door, the man slipped into a deserted passageway. Treading softly, he made his way through the castle’s interior, swiftly locating his destination. He silently pushed open a nondescript door and slipped into the brightly lit room beyond.

Sir Amik Varze, seated at his desk writing an important diplomatic letter, knew nothing of the man’s presence until a hand was firmly clamped over his mouth and he felt cold, sharp metal pressing against his throat. As he panicked, not daring to move, the man bent down and whispered softly into his ear: “Lord Darquarius sends his kindest regards.” Varze’s eyes bulged in panic, and he struggled to free himself, but the assassin’s grip was as firm as iron. His struggles ceased abruptly as the blade did its deadly work, the assassin releasing his grip, satisfied at his success. A sanguine flow spread sluggishly across the desk, staining the confidential documents that lay there a deep crimson as the assassin turned and left the room as silently as he had entered it.
The most beautiful of days had been defiled and twisted, abused for hideous purposes by evil men.
For such people hold nothing sacred.

24-Aug-2010 02:17:52

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