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A_Einome's Find the Fic™ Contest
Someone has won! That's right, I have 1st and 2nd placing people! First, the "excerpts" with the author and title, and then the winners! ^_^
1. "What?" she said as she stared at him for a moment, "This is random!" She almost shouted, not at him, but at the predicament, trying to make sense of it, "Why would Tim create such a scenario? Even if they are game sprites they're still self-aware, and if Tim wins we Tramers get nullified. No matter what happens lives are going to be lost!"
"I know." Matt told her as calmly as he could, he gently took her by the arms to let her know that they were together in this situation, and that he would do anything to keep her safe. "We don't program the games, Molly, we're just forced into playing them. We're not being given a choice here." it wasn't much comfort for them, though. "Hopefully, the game will end as soon as the damage is done, when there's no hope of Tim winning."
"A Ship Out of Time" by Lissa Jean
2. Professor Einome clicked his fingers together and smiled evilly. "Promise is vizin acceptable parameters. Ze implants have taken and ze limiters are functioning."
"Excellent!" Idiot Man cast a glance at Jill to make sure she hadn't heard.
Jill was standing faithfully by the healing tank, peering into the endless depths of energy that filled it, unaware of anything else but Toma's condition. She slowly lifted her head to gaze up at the energy cage above her, blinking a few times as if trying to clear her head. But it did not work, nor did it make Toma any better.
"Now remember, I want her to have the best treatment possible. Understand? The best." Idiot Man's evil laughter flooded the room.
"Day of the Decimal" by Emidecimal
3. “What’s the matter, Cecil? He’s ‘waiting at the bar’, isn’t he?” Turbo had always enjoyed teasing Cecil. Unfortunately, even that wasn’t enough to kill the current air of boredom. Cecil, instead of responding, fixed the Guardian with an icy stare. Just you wait, he thought. Some cycle his opportunity would come, and then he’d shut that know-it-all Guardian up but good. Comforted by this thought, he resumed his pestering of the young Sprite.
"Gotcha!" by Meghan a.k.a. Daemon
4. The game started to fade as Frisket continued to override. Ray and Phong just looked at each other worriedly. Suddenly the game was gone.
“Hey!” Ray said surprised. “We aren’t deleted.”
“What happened?” Princess Bula asked as she came up behind them.
“Bula! It was horrible. I thought I was going to be deleted for sure. I saw my RAM flash before my eyes!... Can I do it again?”
“The game crashed,” Phong explained. “We don’t know how. This is bad... VERY BAD.”
"ASCII... You Said ASCII!" by Page Down
5. I look around the room. It's painted white, looking rather sterile and cold. The walls are bare, the desk covered in maps and scrolls of information and plans. A pair of black boots are thrown carelessly on the floor, forgotten and scorned. On the night table, a discarded book lies, a pair of reading glasses on it. An old bedspread on the bed, a form curled up under it. I smil and look at her form, so peaceful on the bed. I sit down on the chair by her bed and brush a strand of hair away from her face.
She sighs and grumbles, "I thought you'd left."
"Enzo did." She hears my voice and sighs unhappily, pulling the covers over her head. "You're not real." She says this as if it was an everyday thing, not even sounding depressed. I make an odd face. "You really think so?"
"Yes."
"Return of the Guardian" by Dark Tigress
And now, the winners!
1st place: The one, the only....
And, in 2nd place, the wacky, crazy, zany, and all out weird
Congrats to both of you!
^_^
(I am happy!)