I'm really, really sorry for the wait guys, and I don't have any excuses. However, don't hesitate to drop me as a judge if I don't have the entries by Saturday.
I also am so sorry for being a unreliable sod. It's near impossible for me since I'm in America so the time zones are confusing, not to mention I don't have my own laptop, but I have sent my rankings to FF, so I plead you to go with what I wrote in those rankings so you don't have to worry about me getting on AIM.
Small cuts along my body also seeped out the crimson too and I soon became afraid. When my mother took me hunting, I also saw this color coming from the prey my mother killed. The thing…that really scared me was that those pokemon never again opened their eyes.
They were gone forever.
It was the day that I died.
She decided that it wasn’t fair to allow herself to enjoy the beautiful world that she was for every living thing
A bright light burst into life all around, blasting his eyes with dancing shapes of red and blue. A searing pain struck him all over his tender body, every cell bursting with anguish. His tears sizzled on his face, scorching his eyes with steam. When his mouth opened to scream, his tongue blackened with heat, the muscle burning slowly and agonisingly away. Slowly, the pain faded, his soul sailing to the underworld on the stench of burning flesh.
Others like him soon emerged from the forest; clouds of tiny bats that flowed like smog, herds of horses alight with blazing hellfire that stroked the air with its painful touch, and dark serpents slithering purposely forwards with poison dripping from drawn fangs.
“Run mouse…run mouse…the fun has truly begun…now…”
“You see?” Asked the man calmly, turning towards Ganni. With his face wreathed in shadows, he looked wild, a feral light gleaming in his eyes.
“This is what will happen to you if you lose,” With a flex of his biceps, the man swung the Growlithe savagely into the wall. There was a sickening crunch. The pathetic creature screamed in agony, half its side caved in, blood spurting on to the walls and floors of the cavern.
One large claw wrapped around her belly as another slowly sawed through her back, cutting into her innards and spilling blood all over the floor. She began to spit up blood as Agamemnon’s claw began to protrude out of her dress, soaked with the scarlet horror.
The trio of gardevoir spread out around the statue, savoring the last delicious strains of the human’s elation, like a sweet dessert after the rich, satisfying meal of his fear. He clung to the statue of the Mother with a properly fanatical devotion; he hugged her likeness so tightly that the sharp points of the rising sun behind her poked straight through his arms, and her razor-edged tail protruded from his back, gleaming a sticky sort of red.
Everything was in wonderful condition, including the true centerpiece of the find, a life-size golden sculpture of Mew that sat upon a central platform, staring serenely out across the remains of some dead religion as though expecting to see one of Her worshippers come and kneel before Her.
A search party had found him only a couple hundred yards away, his head twisted a complete one hundred and eighty degrees around on his neck. His face bore an expression of almost manic glee, mouth contorted into a sickly smile that showed many gleaming teeth. Tom had always had nice teeth.
That was what they had thought it was, until they had realized the blood and shreds of flesh beneath Josh’s fingernails were his own.
Before I begin, I'd like to give a special thanks to Fenit, better known as IceKing, who poked and prodded at Burnt Flower and myself to get this contest finished. Thanks, I appreciate it.
Sike Saner: An absolutely wonderful story that combines with madness and bloodshed with a touch of whimsy and fantasy to create an enjoyable and memorable experience. Great characters, especially Andromeda herself, who also has the distinct honor of delivering some absolutely classic dialogue. The closing scenes is ripe with surprises, making a worthy ending to a truly terrific story.
Scrap: Mixing Santa Claus with horror.
Fenit, you *******.
You BRILLIANT, DEVIOUS *******.
This was one lovely, ironic, yet bittersweet one-shot, that held me captivated from the very beginning to that brilliant ending. A very minor error I had with the fic was the mention of the ‘purple gloves’ the Jynx had; that’s actually their real hands (the white part. The description and grammar improved drastically, and it was very easy to read; it wasn’t something utterly phenomenal, but it made for a very entertaining and captivating read. I LOVED that poor little Smoochum and I actually got teary-eyed when she died (dammit, you almost made me cry XD). I didn’t like Andromeda’s mother too much, mostly because of her manipulative personality but that’s what made her so great in the first place. Andromeda was just plain awesome, though I also hated her; I felt pity for her at the beginning and I was pleased how you broke and utterly destroyed any sympathy I had for her… Loved this fic, and it might just be my favorite of your works.