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RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« on: 22 November, 2013, 12:42:22 PM »
I finally managed to coincide a day off (before travelling to ThoughtBubble) with the voting deadline for a Story Comp. Hence me doing this rather than bluemeanie....

The challenge this time was to write no more than 500 words on this:

Thought it might be fun to see who can make the best story when you all have to start and end at roughly the same place. So this one will be about making the most of an assigned story situation. You know, like the real 2000AD writers do

2000AD Prog 1850. The jumping on prog. You all have a copy.

There's one panel "Joyce's knowledge of Mega-City One Law is poor but he displays considerable courage". This panel shows a snapshot of another call the three of them took. Tell the rest of that panel's story.

If you haven't got a copy, the panel is http://2000ad.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/joyce-panel.jpg


The votes are in and counted. And here are the results in reverse order....

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Re: RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« Reply #1 on: 22 November, 2013, 12:43:30 PM »
In 3rd place:

Forn Devil by Alski


The bar was called Joyce’s, so Joyce couldn’t in good conscience walk past without sampling a little of what Mega City had to offer. Back in the Emerald Isle, Judges were encouraged to stimulate the local economy, at least the brewery part of it, so he didn’t see what harm it would do. After all, it was his night off to get acclimatised before Dredd turned him into a Mega City judge.

Mindful of his new status, he contented himself with a sythi-beer, (as non alcoholic as a leprechaun’s fart), mainly because he had a feeling that Dredd was watching his every move. He supposed all Mega City judges felt that way, and it tasted pretty good so what the feck.

“What the sneck’s THAT?”, snarled a voice, accompanied by a rough tap on the shoulder.

“Huh?” replied Joyce. “What the what’s what?”

“Your tatt. Looks a bit foreign, buddy,” said the large, drunk cit, forcing the words through teeth filed into points.

Joyce realized he meant the green tattoo on the back of his neck.

“Oh, that’s me lucky shamrock, so it is,” he replied genially. “Keeps me safe and sound as a Brit Cit pound it does.”

The cit digested the information, the process quite slow.

“So I was right!” he exclaimed triumphantly. “You’re not from round here, are ya boy?”

“You’ve got me there, sir,” admitted Joyce. “I’m over from the old Emerald isle, Grud’s own country.”

“We don’t take kindly to foreigners in mega City,” said the cit, pronouncing it ‘Forners’. “If ya ain’t noticed, boy, we done had a little plague problem caused by foreigners.”

“Oh yes,” agreed Joyce. “Terrible business, so it was. I can’t blame you for not liking foreigners. Good luck to you, Sir.”

With that, he turned back to the bar and sipped his synthi-beer. Nice fella, he thought. Next thing he knew, instead of a tap on the shoulder he got a proper shove in the back, hard enough to make him spill his pint. The knowledgable amongst you should be aware that this is a VERY serious crime in the Emerald Isle, often punishable by a good kick in the knackers.

Joyce turned round again to find the pointy toothed cit, joined by six of his friends, all of similar appearance and disposition. He noticed one had a patch on the front of his jacket, proudly stating his membership of the “Mike Tyson Block Biters Association”.

“Good evening, fellas,” he said with a smile. “I’m guessing you don’t like foreigners either?”

“Damn straight,” growled one.

“Then why the feck are you in an Irish bar?” Joyce asked, genuinely curious.

As confusion spread over their faces, Joyce got his retaliation in first, and as his elbows, knees and head flew left right and centre, the Mike Tyson Block Biters Association went down for the count.

“Jeez, mister,” the barman said afterwards. “You’d better split, else the judges will cube you for sure.”

“No worries,” said Joyce. “I’m a judge meself, off duty as it were.” He finished his pint. “When they wake up tell ‘em to be a little more tolerant in the future.” With that he left the bar, a smile on his face.

Watching on the spy in the sky, Dredd was both impressed and doubtful about his new recruit. Those cits should be in the cubes by now, not let off with a beating. “Joyce's knowledge of Mega-City One Law is poor but he displays considerable courage" he thought. "I can work with that… "

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Re: RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« Reply #2 on: 22 November, 2013, 12:43:50 PM »
In second place:

NO-ONE!

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Re: RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« Reply #3 on: 22 November, 2013, 12:44:56 PM »
Yep, that's right. It's a tie!!

In joint first place: Almost Joyce by Skullmo and Mrs Joyce's Boys by eamon1961!!!

And here they are:

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Re: RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« Reply #4 on: 22 November, 2013, 12:46:12 PM »
Almost Joyce's Wake
By Skullmo


but he displays considerable courage

Dredd steadfastly, stoic and assured as the fiery shuttle fell forlornly past the crash and burn of the flaming screaming city. Allabrokenandanbeatingheartspumping boom boom boom in his chest Joyce was back to the landing pad. Boom. Boom. Boom. So good to get his feet on dry rockcrete. Crockreat.

Boom. Boom. Booooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Did I ever tell ye I was cadet jumping champion of 2129?

Smoke rising and an element of truth in his words examined by 2 sets of bionic eyes though through words all lain out alien tidy neat anawl so typedoncomputerina bubble to sea. All lame and spidery. Seen Cyrillic, Brave and lyric their Giodelic charm.

Champion.

They were all nations united by disaster into one flowing stream of consciousness. Caught in a labyrinth on the hunt for the baneful bairn. With intentions fair and smiling eyes awl their journey had so far found no result. Sometimes the ending come to you though. Sometimes in stories and songs and sickness the end comes hurtling into your arms.

Then the Goblin King came down all ZowieBowie makeup shut and lovelorn darts. Dark. From skyward shuttling, strutting and wayward and hurtling at them. Hurting them. Then Joyce jumped up. Boom. Alla fire yan flaming shuttle come though zooming pasts too fast, Boom, and Joyce a heartbeating jumped on. Boom. Missed.  Landed. Safe.

I can’t believe ye let fellers drive like so in the Big Meg!

Joyce’s knowledge of Mega-City One law is poor,

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Re: RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« Reply #5 on: 22 November, 2013, 12:46:56 PM »
Mrs Joyce's Boys
By eamon1961

"Listen, Ma, I've really got to go now ...

No, Ma, of course I love you but I'm incredibly busy just now. If Dredd knew I was talking to you he'd have my guts for garters. No, Ma, you can't speak to him. That wouldn't help.

Wait a minute...

Hurrufh

No, Ma, I didn't say 'hurrufh' at you. I was jumping.

Yes, jumping. I'm at work right now, Ma.

Yes, I did get the parcel. Thank you, Ma. What? No, I'm not wearing them now, they wouldn't go with the uniform. Yes, of course I liked them. I wear them when I'm off duty, Ma.

Excuse ... huff... me just a sec, Ma.

Grunt.

No, Ma, I'm not being rude. I'm running.

What's that? Yes, of course I'm wearing clean underwear. Yes, I know I could get in an accident and have to go to the hospital. No, I'm sure they won't think that, Ma.

Wait ...hurrughh ... Got it! Thank Grud for that. Give me that control stick.

Sorry, Ma. Yes I know I shouldn't take his name in vain. But I jumped onto an out of control flier and I ...what? Yes, I will, Ma. Yes, this Sunday I promise.Yes, twice.

Oh, Ma, don't be like that. Look I'm landing on the ramp now, Ma. Dredd and Pax are waiting for me ...
Yes, you do know Pax. She's that East Meg Judge I told you about.

No, Ma, I don't think she's the one. She's a colleague, Ma. I work with her and they are very strict about that stuff here. Yes, Ma, I'm sure she is very clean.

Ok, I'm going to sign off, Ma. I'll call you tonight. I've got to report to Dredd now.
No, I won't tell him that, Ma. Goodbye now."

"Quite finished, Joyce?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Unconventional aerial approach but effective. Next time use your safety line, that's what it's for. Sentencing?"

"Well they're just a couple of lads, Sir. Just larking about really. I'd say a couple of months juve community service."

"Hmmm. Pax?"

"Piloting a poorly maintained flier. Reckless endangerment. Four months juve cubes. Adjusted to three months with DOC correction factor."

"Appropriate.
Joyce, you will retake the sentencing module when you get off duty tonight. No more stunts like that without the safety line. Can't afford to lose any more Judges."

"Yes, Sir"

"And instruct control not to put any more personal calls through while you're on assessment."

"I already did that, Sir. She still gets through. You know what mothers are like."

"No, Joyce. No I don't."

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Re: RESULTS THREAD - Jumping On - The 33rd Forum Story Comp
« Reply #6 on: 22 November, 2013, 12:48:55 PM »
Last but not least, our Honourable Mention goes to Lobo Baggins, whose work The Freefall Tyger caused us to question our judgements about literary form. Which was nice.

So, Messrs 'Mo and '61 - it's up to you to conspire and create a theme for us all for Comp Number 34. PM me and bluemeanie and between us we'll get something up and running (no, meanie, not that....).