[Herr D]

Funkmachine7! Pick 3! I hope to have my new computer this week. I should be able to enter.

[Herr D]

Sorry for lateness; take these, submit before 1/20 noon EST. Hopefully judged before 8pm  EST. GO!

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@Linea: Beautiful–

@Cantdraw: Yes!

[Herr D]

**! Sorry for long absence. Terrible computer trouble–it’s in the shop. Daily acts limited to checking for school status and business e-mail. But Saturday, borrowing from a friend.

Horb HAD to get through. The enemy was massacring his school. He HAD to reach the opposing general with the toxic spine . . . he was running the gauntlet.

 

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[Herr D]

What about Creed or Credo as a name for your 12/23 post? He has that resolute, credo kind of look.

[Herr D]

I’d like to see some of her smoke tactics.

[Herr D]

Well, deadline passed, and only one entry. Keric? I’d like a backstory on your ‘homebrew’ and whether he has to deal with ‘revenuers’ or not. Pretty good getup. Pick 3.

[Herr D]

You want feedback? I’d suggest making the flames translucent on your first piece if you redo it, putting in more more-translucent layer clouds over your moon, and some translucent wave patterns in the water beside your ‘Lake Princess’  to break up that solid section to the left.

 

[Herr D]

Neat interpretation. And what better way to disguise the prominences than by tattooing around them!

[Herr D]

@Cliff: Hairy asked me to compose this for him last week, and I missed his deadline. This one IS as much me as him.

We freakings of alien star

Try to raise the common-sense bar.

Wisdom profuse, we raise I-I-Qs,

So foolishness does not mar–

Ear-r-rthlings? We have long to go, to grow.

We have much to teach, you know.

We’ll be students; show us pru-u-dence.

We’ve so very far to go.

[Herr D]

When Unrelated Facts Aren’t Unrelated At All

Kwesi turned to Kwami. “Why hasn’t anyone come into the library all day?”

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The two librarians looked outside. The weather seemed fine. As they left that evening, they noticed the walk just past the steps were sticky and smelled funny. There was also some odd rubble at the edge of the path. They shrugged it off and left.

******

Sister Mary frowned. Why were the three new monks late returning from the new library? All they had to do was deliver the box of Bibles. It wasn’t even HEAVY.

******

Tom frowned. He was in trouble. He’d spent five weeks teaching sixteen different animals in the preserve how to roll over on command. The circus was going to swap them out on his recommendation at much expense. The very first pair he approached wouldn’t roll today. The rep was going to be here any time–he was finished, FINISHED. He’d never get the animal training job without their recommendation . . .

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Luigi came to in a hospital bed. He tried to speak but his jaw was wired shut. His hands were bandaged and in restraints. He was baffled and very upset. His truck? His truck with the two oddly gray lions the circus had paid him to swap for the two ordinary ones, where was it? The bill of lading hadn’t mentioned they were gray, but they were in the right pen. Couldn’t raise anyone on that stupid radio . . . He’d had that wreck right after he passed the library with the featureless porch–He couldn’t seem to get anything across to the nurse . . .

******

Kovacs’ crew was very upset. SOMEONE had a lot of explaining to do . . . Kev had left the delivery truck HALF A MILE from the building. It was just a dead battery! Then some fool ran another truck into theirs. Smashed the gray marble statues to smithereens. Kev had barely been gone an hour when he got back with Willem. They had brought back the unbelievable news with the truck with the smashed statues. Someone had ALREADY MADE THE DELIVERY . . .

******

Craig frowned. He was in SO much trouble. He’d brought the wrong truck to the wildlife preserve this morning. It was full of gray volcanic ash instead of the mulch he was supposed to put in the lions’ feeding area. He’d gone ahead and dumped it out before he looked–and left for lunch in disgust at his mistake.

Credit: Cliff’s Library Front from SantaSwap3 to illustrate this story.

 

[Herr D]

I’m surprised I was able to finish today! The incorporative begins here:

Herr D's CFLs

Other notables to follow in the entries immediately after those 4 posts.

[Herr D]

The Brothers Grimly Page 4 of 4

And Outside . . .

Abim stared at his black-and-white hand in disbelief. He would have sworn that was Zimme, somehow still alive in that little dollhouse replica of the hotel. He had reached in and smashed him and whatever he was holding and felt a massive wave of magic. Then the truth began to sink in. Somehow he had been protected when he had foolishly went backwards through the door, but then, one hand had been on the knot and one hand had touched the remote–

Somehow that had magnified his size, split his consciousness, and projected him outward, turning him black and white, like an old movie. He had reached in and smashed HIMSELF AND HIS OWN BELOVED LITTLE SISTER, after years of protection! He had to reverse this! He HAD to! He tried to draw on the power, and felt a stinging on his face. The power? Where was his power? Racking his brain, he tried to think of anything, ANYTHING to reverse what had happened, when he heard–

“–and that concludes the April Fool’s TV Favorites Scare-a-thon–”

In Room 104 . . .

Bob sighed as he turned off the television. Stage four liver cancer was no picnic, but he might have to rethink this ‘do till you die’ gig. He peered outside. The Contest must’ve been a dud this year. One smashed floor and a bunch of sparkling ash confetti settling to the ground? Looks like it’s more chemo on Monday, after all. He put down his soda and went to go get a broom . . .

Credits:

“Brother Shaving by Nug” Only eyes and yellow background added. Used repeatedly.

“CantDraw’s Boarded Up Window” One board removed for context. Two versions created for context.

“Skoul’s Grave Prank” Background altered for context.

“Keric’s Dollhouse Library” ‘Verbatim.’

“Skoul’s Microscope” Background color and ‘prop’ added for context.

The ingozzonderable Mad Jack made a twisted-rope square knot featured in “Fetching Sister” by Herr D.

 

[Herr D]

The Brothers Grimly Page 3 of 4

Then, In The Common Room . . .

One wall of the common room shimmered and disappeared. Then Abim walked out. Putting on a pair of heavy latex gloves, he bent to pick up the small quivering mess on the floor with a glass slide. The two brothers had been crushed by the fall and now occupied the approximate volume of a dime. Abim viewed them on the microscope on the same table as the dollhouse he’d put them in to die. “Quite dead,” he said, satisfied.

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Abim thought about the years of enduring stagefright while his brothers had plotted in secret to kill their parents. How when the triplets had suddenly developed their powers he, Abim, had been forgotten by everyone. His fondest wish! To not be noticed at all by anyone until he wanted it. It had taken him years to get over the burns he’d suffered, for his other powers to reach this level.

He was ready now. After years of watching his brothers’ immature contests and destruction, Abim had simply taken their power as they died. Even with all three brothers’ worth of power, it would never be enough to bring back either parent, but their mother HAD been pregnant with their younger sister . . . so much more life. Her remains were in stasis, her power protecting her. Abim had found her before his skin had finished blistering, wrapped her in a bit of his costume, and fled to seek medical attention. In time he had taken over most of her power, as her protector surely had a right to, and would now use it and the power of three to bring her to full life. The glass orb that held her remains was wrapped in a box tied with a magic knot that would drain all needed power into the finely crafted spell of life instantiation. He would simply tidy up a bit first. It wouldn’t do to greet his baby sister with STUBBLE. Her skin would be delicate.

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Abim had watched Zall childishly steal Zimme’s shaving kit. Those two had always done things like that. Well. Fifteen minutes after that theft, Abim had swapped his own shaving kit for the stolen one. Abim reflected upon how the Fool’s Day had gone as he shaved. The razor was amazingly good as he thought it would be, or maybe the shaving cream was just really high quality–he wasn’t sure which. He fought back a smile, thinking of how the competition had gone. Wouldn’t do to cut himself–he had to look his best as he greeted his little sister properly for the first time.

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He picked up the package and paused. Was the television still on? His sister deserved something better to hear in her first moments of full life than the Twilght Zone theme music! Still holding the package, he stormed through the door and picked up the remote. There was movement in the corner of his eye as he switched off the television. Turning, he saw a glimpse of a huge, black-and-white eye through the boarded-up window as a giant hand crushed him and his sister’s orb with the rest of the room.

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[Herr D]

First of all, sorry everyone for being so far behind. When I’m done with my incorporative, I’ll post a link to the first block in this thread.

@Linea: Left on the list is:

1. a 3/4 view of a spaghetti Western town, suitable for dueling with one opponent standing far down the street.

2. a view of a pose of a male bending forward to look through a microscope

If you are more interested, alternate gifts to be called include any scene from the incorporative under construction on my thread that hasn’t been covered by gifts so far–take your time on those.  I’ll add that sort of thing in very late.

Or from you if you don’t like those? With your sense of soft color? A twilight sky with a few stars that Gonzo would “get lost in,” or a gem or prism splitting a ray of light against a cave wall, or an otherwise slack face in a dark place with wide eyes reflecting something glowing, like a treasure chest might, or a guttering lantern shining on snow? Take all the time you want if you choose one of those.

 

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