Announcing the first ever Dungeon Raid contest! Please read this entire post before making one of your own. The task: Write a 75 to 125-word story introducing your character and explaining why he/she is in the dungeon. A couple words under or over is fine, but try to stay within the limit! Example: Raised from birth by warrior monks in a fortified chapel, you have inherited both a strong sense of morality and a powerful sword arm to back it up. During a pilgrimage in distant lands, you discover an entrance to a dungeon - an affront to your faith. Enraged, you charge in to deliver holy wrath upon its denizens' heads... Example: The entire Dwarfdom is in peril. It would seem that one of your neighbors has dug too deep and too greedily while extending his lavatory, and now unspeakable horrors are crawling out of the pit, threatening the future economic growth of your beloved Dwarftown, the neighboring Dwarfville and the world above. As a result, you are conscripted into the Dwarf militia, and find yourself separated from the squad following a brave retreat during a routine patrol mission through the monster-infested tunnels... Details: This competition will be judged by fireflame (with some help from me, kaboom132). There are no set amount of winners, and the final amount will probably depend on the amount of entries. Minor changes, like grammar improvements or spelling fixes, may be made in winning entries. This contest will end on midnight on Thursday, May 12, 2011 (at the end of the day, not the beginning), so start thinking of stories! Prizes: Every winner will receive a promo code for Dungeon Raid and their entry included in-game. NOTE: You do not have to own Dungeon Raid to participate in this contest. However, you will have a better idea of the stories in-game if you do. Good luck, and happy writing! EDIT: Yes, you may post multiple entries, but each winner will only get one promocode, even if many of his/her entries win.
The power to your entire district has gone off and now in order to watch the final game in NFL history you must go into the sewers in order to turn the lights back on. You have no idea why the power is off but you do suspect your neighbor who happens to be a nuclear specialist. On your way into the IRS building which is conveniently where the sewers are located you notice moaning coming from the sewer holes. You will have to fight your way through the dangerous sewer rats, reanimated skulls, and part of that bean burrito you ate last night in order to turn the lights back on. Hope you like it!
Born a janitor's son, it was a no brainer to follow in daddy's footsteps. Although tiresome, scrubbing tavern floors and mopping vomitus brought a real sense of achievement. After all, these were the filth left behind by heroes and heroines of much acclaim. However, the constant talk of riches and feats of daring-do by those that frequent the joint has fueled the fires of ambition in you until one day, you decide enough was enough. You were meant for more. It was time to ascend to greatness or as it were, descend into the sewers where the putrid stench alone was enough to give pause to even the most seasoned of adventurers. It was time to clean up.
Banned from the Kingdom by the Church because of pillaging, you left to work as a private mercenary. You have nothing with you except your sword and bag. A local lord requested help cleaning a putrid sewer, and you have no choice but to enter it. You will probably die if you do enter the putrefaction that is within, but if you don't fight, you don't get to eat. If you don't eat, you get to die.
Well, here goes nothing... Born a half-breed amongst a clan of purebloods, you have been rejected by every soul youve encountered. When your clan is threatened by the ancient darkness that resides within the tunnels below your village, you jump at the chance to prove yourself to your kinsman and finally be accepted into the clan as one of their own. Armed only with the sword of your outcast father and the last remaining healing serums from your deceased mother, you embark on a journey that will most likely end your tormented existence. You leave an outcast, but if you succeed, you will return a hero and will be embraced by your familys clan as one of their own. Either way, the outcome is in your favor. Hope it's decent, I don't claim to be a good writer but I thought I'd give it a shot.
Conscribed to a life of ill-fated circumstance, overtly-seasoned mutton and distastefully cured pig snout, you brandish bronze-woven knuckle-knockers and challenge the jousting team from Camelot to lay down their lances, line-up single-file in order of height, and go at it mano-a-mano. Your finely-tuned display of fisticuffs required a Brobdingnagian effort as each jouster was felled one by one in quick succession. However, you noticed off to the side, a cloak-covered spectator shouting out onomatopoeias with your every swing, head-butt, kick and pinch. Pow! Bam! Crash! would accompany every well-timed parry or deftly-placed punch. Finally, with no other opponent left, the spectator with onomatopoetic timing, uncloaks his head with a Whoosh, quietly raises his fists, and discreetly says in a whisper inaudible to the crowd... Boom!
Read Read Read Read Read Read Read Read Read Read Born an unusually pink boy, you were banished from the MakaMaka Kingdom for eating the Kings forsaken donut! Setting out on an adventure on your own now, you find your true love.... a white donkey to guide you on your journey for redemption. Traveling for miles across a 20 degree desert, you come across a village of the mysterious "Stupid People". After stealing their map and swords, you now know where you must go... back home to apologize to the King. It probably won't win, I just wanted to write that.
I submit my entry to thee. Freshly minted in the deep dark arts of pencil lead tasting, a young mechanical pencil-er arises from the soot infested boxes within the creepiest corners of the bookshop of horrors. Hell bent on banishing liquid ink from the face of the earth, the bold thing set off into the dungeons of the holy ink of righteousness. With only one stick of pencil lead left in his lead holder, the thing cautiously sidesteps into the void, unbeknownst of the holy delights that lie in wait......
OK, I've got 2 things: #1: Is there a limit on the number of entries? and #2: Thanks for this contest! this is easily my favorite kind of contest, as it's based on skill rather than luck, and you have to be creative about it. The prize is definitely worth the effort that it would take to create an awesome entry. With this kind of contest, it's fun even if you don't win. Good luck (lol) everyone!
Sweet! Already own it, but this sounds fun, so here's a couple entries... ----- Your country is under siege, and you - it's glorious leader - are forced to hide wherever you can. The invaders have killed your sons and chased you incessantly across the land. One night, while sneaking through the dunes, you spot a small opening in the ground. Desperate for shelter, you crawl in, thinking that nothing inside could be worse than what's hunting you outside... [is my inspiration too obvious? lol] ------ You just turned 15, and your parents said "no" to the pair of jeans you NEED for school. With an epic, blood-curdling scream you begin to violently thrash about, sending your shocked family running for the door. As your teenage angst melds with your hormonal fury, your body begins to transform into the physical embodiment of your feelings. Completely disfigured, now, with wild hair that blocks one of your eyes and pants that are homoeroticly tight, you tear out into the night. The town has been alerted, however, and the villagers have prepared themselves. They greet you with torches and pitchforks, and drive you into a nearby cavern, sealing the door behind you...
When a time-portal formed in your bedroom, it was inconvenient. You hid in the closet as your precious belongings were sucked into the pulsating black void & scattered through the veins of time. Your iPhone landed in 1337 - a notorious year for inquisitive iphone-stealing dragons. When your mother entered your bedroom to complain about the noise, she was quickly swallowed by the portal and spat into the distant future. As the time-portal began to shrink, her screams lingered in your ears. With slight hesitation, you emerged from the closet and leapt into the portal, determined to defeat any dragons and recover your beloved iPhone...
One day, on one of your peaceful walks through the forest, you heard the faint sound of music drifting through the trees. When you went to discover where it came from, the sound led you into an ominous looking cave. Undeterred, you traveled further in when a black wall rose up from the ground and closed the path back out. The music that you heard earlier changed to the sound of growling and shrieking, and you quickly pick up and brandish a conveniently placed sword out from the middle of a nearby rock. Your only option is to head deeper into the cave, which now looks remarkably like a dungeon, so down you go...
You were born in the cave. Your family was born in the cave. Your whole village was born... in the cave. No one dares to venture outside of their homely grotto, but folks have been talking about leading a team into the depths of the cavern for a few weeks now. When you're chosen to be the team leader, you are filled with pride. On the day of your historical journey, however, everybody else chickens out. Disappointed in your friends' cowardice, you decide to go ahead anyways, seeking the unknown terrors, riches, and knowledge waiting for you...
So you can submit multiple entries? Anyway here's mine: Life is great. Perfect, even. You live in the lap of luxury, sip exquisite wine from goblets, look at your most handsomest reflection in the gold-wrought mirror… and you’ve met the love of your life, also the fairest, most beauteous lady in the kingdom. Yet one day, your traitorous aide has overthrown you from your ivory tower. Capturing your supporters and enslaving your lovely wife, he grins at you wickedly as he sends you into exile. From riches to rags, you are at loss. Suddenly from within, a voice in your head leads you to the path ahead: “Revenge! Revenge on the traitor! Take back what’s yours and savor those splendors!” Armed with but a flimsy sword that you can barely afford, you make your way to settle this discord… Edit// Ok, another one, if multiple entries are allowed, if not, ignore the top one. It was a stormy night, the demonic army with all their might, slew and pillaged all in sight. Screams and cries filled the air, echoing the villagers' loss and despair. They prayed in their hearts for a hero, to rescue them from this sorrow. With a staff in hand and a presence so grand, you made your appearance, just as you planned. An arc of lightning here and a rain of fireballs there, you made short work of the devilish affair. The townspeople pledged to make you king, if only you can slay the demonic kin. You took up their offer with much conviction, finally arriving at the last destination… Plucking up your courage, you see an image, marking the start of your majestic new stage.
You have been sent by your race to retrieve the Emotagem, a burdensome book guarded by an evil shadow somewhere in the mountains of the gorge. After traveling to the canyon's precipice, which is rumored to be linked to the dungeon that houses the Emotagem, you have a strange inclination to hold your sword up to the sky. After doing so, your sword draws in a plethora of blue energy from the clouds. The blast momentarily released from your sword opens a hole in the cliff on the other side of the valley, and a bridge unrolls from the entrance of the dungeon. You walk across the narrow bridge and enter the depths of the fabled dungeon, fearlessly striding into the enveloping darkness... (Obvious reference is obvious )
Hmm... it seems i mistakenly read "cave" instead of "dungeon" in the 1st post. Oh well, the stories still work... but I'll try to fix that with this one: Exiled by your clan of fellow waffle-lovers for being caught eating a pancake, you have been sent into the syrupy dungeons to think about your crime. After the bars are slammed into place, a chilling silence ensues. The aroma of pancakes fills the air and hauntingly reminds you of why you're here, and the floor melts away like butter beneath your feet. After landing on the cold floor of your new prison and reorienting yourself, you see swarms of monsters in the distance. Thankfully, your clan allowed you to keep your extra large butter knife...
you are a good looking girl who relied on her looks to get things done in this world. your looks got you to the playboy mansion which in your opinion would take you to a world you always dreamed about. glitter , glamour , fame. you think you figured it all out but something went terribly wrong. after the party you went home with a businessman and the last thing you can remember is stepping into his car and everything turning black. you wake up locked in a dungeon. the smell of rotting corpes makes you feel sick. you try to look around and see a big rock. as you go towards it you hear footsteps coming closer and closer. you know that your looks won't be enough to set yourself free. the question is now what are you willing to do to be free ...what are you willing to do to survive ?!?!
