Darth Madden
You Are A Tooooooy!!!
Not me either... that sucks.
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Time for the losers to post their entries. 
I'll kick things off...
Officials line the table of a Government War Room. Their eyes trained forward. A General clicks through slides, projecting a ruby red stone fist along the wall. The light emitted from the projector casts harsh shadows.
As the presentation continues, the shadows cast by the men grow taller; bending up across the ceiling.
The General continues his speech, ignorant of the sudden independent movement of the shadows. Slowly, each shadow materializes and wraps an appendage around the throat of the man from whom it originated. The General is joined at his side by his own embodied shadow.
The men gasp for air. Without averting his eyes from the projection, the General grasps the situation. He takes a slow, deep breath and asks, “Prince Klarion; to what do we owe this pleasure?”
The young Prince bellows, “General, I grow tired of playing the waiting game. So I’ve come to propose a new game: truth or consequences. Either you give me an update on my artifact or my men start blowing yours away.” The Shadow Guards materialize further; revealing blaster rifles.
The General rebuts, “Sir, we’ve had our greatest minds analyzing the artifact for months now and we still—“
The Prince interrupts, “You stupid imbecile. You waste my time looking for more questions when you hold the answers in your unworthy hands.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“I realize that now. So instead of wasting more of my time waiting for you to act, I will set the wheels in motion.” The Prince steps in front of the projection. “Where is the artifact?”
“Safely stored on sub-level 9” Johnson confirms, struggling away from a Guard.
The Prince leans in, “Get it.” Johnson hesitates. “Now!” the Prince barks. A Guard escorts Johnson out.
The men return shortly with the artifact. The Prince snatches it away. “Not so fast” he smirks. The Prince grabs Johnson by his collar and spins him around, slipping the artifact onto his right arm.
“Johnson! No!” the General calls out.
Johnson recoils in the horror. The others can barely look, but muster the strength to gawk at their sacrificial colleague. Johnson withers in pain on the floor. He recovers quickly.
“You OK?” the General inquires. Johnson nods yes. “So what the heck is that thing?”
“Little is known of its origin. What we do know is that its presence will tip the war in the favor of whoever possesses it.” The Prince rips the artifact off Johnson’s arm. “Wait a minute. There’s something inscribed on the inside.” The Prince peers deep into the artifact’s innards. “It reads: ‘Copyright 2004, Sideshow Collectibles’.”
“Um,” the General begins.
The Prince interrupts, “Not. A. Word.” The Prince signals for his Guards to follow him. “We’re leaving!”
The General holds back laughter. “So, um, do you want us to keep working on this orrrr… What?”
The Prince scowls at the General. “Hmmph. Go to Hell!” The Prince and his Guards dematerialize.
“Boy!” the General and his men erupt in laughter.
I'll kick things off...Officials line the table of a Government War Room. Their eyes trained forward. A General clicks through slides, projecting a ruby red stone fist along the wall. The light emitted from the projector casts harsh shadows.
As the presentation continues, the shadows cast by the men grow taller; bending up across the ceiling.
The General continues his speech, ignorant of the sudden independent movement of the shadows. Slowly, each shadow materializes and wraps an appendage around the throat of the man from whom it originated. The General is joined at his side by his own embodied shadow.
The men gasp for air. Without averting his eyes from the projection, the General grasps the situation. He takes a slow, deep breath and asks, “Prince Klarion; to what do we owe this pleasure?”
The young Prince bellows, “General, I grow tired of playing the waiting game. So I’ve come to propose a new game: truth or consequences. Either you give me an update on my artifact or my men start blowing yours away.” The Shadow Guards materialize further; revealing blaster rifles.
The General rebuts, “Sir, we’ve had our greatest minds analyzing the artifact for months now and we still—“
The Prince interrupts, “You stupid imbecile. You waste my time looking for more questions when you hold the answers in your unworthy hands.”
“I… I don’t understand.”
“I realize that now. So instead of wasting more of my time waiting for you to act, I will set the wheels in motion.” The Prince steps in front of the projection. “Where is the artifact?”
“Safely stored on sub-level 9” Johnson confirms, struggling away from a Guard.
The Prince leans in, “Get it.” Johnson hesitates. “Now!” the Prince barks. A Guard escorts Johnson out.
The men return shortly with the artifact. The Prince snatches it away. “Not so fast” he smirks. The Prince grabs Johnson by his collar and spins him around, slipping the artifact onto his right arm.
“Johnson! No!” the General calls out.
Johnson recoils in the horror. The others can barely look, but muster the strength to gawk at their sacrificial colleague. Johnson withers in pain on the floor. He recovers quickly.
“You OK?” the General inquires. Johnson nods yes. “So what the heck is that thing?”
“Little is known of its origin. What we do know is that its presence will tip the war in the favor of whoever possesses it.” The Prince rips the artifact off Johnson’s arm. “Wait a minute. There’s something inscribed on the inside.” The Prince peers deep into the artifact’s innards. “It reads: ‘Copyright 2004, Sideshow Collectibles’.”
“Um,” the General begins.
The Prince interrupts, “Not. A. Word.” The Prince signals for his Guards to follow him. “We’re leaving!”
The General holds back laughter. “So, um, do you want us to keep working on this orrrr… What?”
The Prince scowls at the General. “Hmmph. Go to Hell!” The Prince and his Guards dematerialize.
“Boy!” the General and his men erupt in laughter.
Dusty
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LOTRSWfan said:
Um, oops, how'd that get there
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SideshowDusty said:Um, oops, how'd that get there
LOL, was that not supposed to be out yet? I was just on the Contest pager and at the bottom a link was posted.
Sorry if I messed up any plans...wait, no I'm not, I am not a winner so I don't care
j/kDo you want me to remove the links Dusty?
Dusty
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LOTRSWfan said:Damn, I must have found it when they were testing it for a second. Sorry Dusty and Sideshow people
Don't feel bad, it's our fault for making it live for a second. Don't worry, the link has been de-activated - all is good
SideshowDusty said:Don't feel bad, it's our fault for making it live for a second. Don't worry, the link has been de-activated - all is good
All is good except I turned into that German kid for a second.
https://sideshowcollectors.com/forums/showthread.php?t=7455
Beruthiel
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SideshowDusty said:Don't feel bad, it's our fault for making it live for a second. Don't worry, the link has been de-activated - all is good
I cannot believe that anyone was testing a link by making it live for anyone to click on. Why would you do this?
Did anyone see the name of the winner?
Darth Madden
You Are A Tooooooy!!!
Collector Freak said:
Somebody from NY I think.. I just know it wasn't me..
tomandshell
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madden821 said:
Somebody from NY I think.. I just know it wasn't me..
Which board members are from New York? Show yourselves!! Let the speculation begin!
Was the story a good one? Did they have it up?
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