A contest with a pot of 6 STEEM + 2 @steembasicincome shares? You're in the right place!
135 @steembasicincome shares awarded till now (plus 22.57 SBD and 10 STEEM) through the contest in 29 weeks!
Here are today's extra-hardforked prize cathegories:
1st place : n. 3 STEEM
2nd place : n. 2 STEEM
popular vote: n. 1 STEEM (remember to vote your favourite!)
Best comment to the stories: n. 2 steembasicincome shares
The show must go on and the stories must keep flowing! @f3nix here, your picaresque Bananafish prophet, looking for original fiction and troubles!
Slow and steady, we arrived to the 30th edition: it means 7 months and a half of whole ficiton universes explored together, my friends! To celebrate the milestone I converted almost all the rewards in STEEM and maintained the prize for the best comment. Everyone, but really everyone, has a chance here!
Usually the Bananafish news are in the winners' post, but I'm happy to communicate that I started sustaining an awesome project by the genius @anarchyhasnogods called Collective Intelligence. Cheers to our yellow-pinned buddies @theironfelix and @dirge who talked to me about it and are moderators in the @co-in community.
So far, I understood that this is a promising and disruptive model, which rewards quality based on a decentralised consensus protocol.. what does it mean? I'll submit your worthy stories to the @co-in platform and hopefully this will result in some interesting upvotes for you. If you want to have a practical idea, you may check the CI vote boost of the last Mizu no Oto edition, after @theironfelix submission.
Join in at our site here!
https://collectiveintelligence.red/
Or join us on discord to interact with the community!
https://discord.gg/sx6dYxt
And now let's immerse ourselves in a fantasy world from the magic pen of @dirge. What's best to celebrate the 30th anniversary and the return to life together? But, first, our beloved..
Map of the Bananafish Realms from a squirrely perspective!
tell to a friend about the contest!
join the Bananafish Realms discord chat.
vote, vote, vote your favourite story (and win 1 STEEM)!
use the #finishthestory tag.
Try to post your story the earliest possible and not at the last moment (or after the results! argh!)
Respect the 500 words limit.
help our contest & workshop to grow by giving it some visibility.
And now.. let's dive into today's story!
Orcs no allies. Not even their Gods, the Old Ones, cared anymore.
As the morning sun crept above the clouds, illuminating the blood soaked fields, the Imperiate horsemen charged out from the forest. Muk’nola, matriarch of the Galaks, sounded her war horn, signalling the retreat. But it would be too late, Shog knew. Those horsemen would slaughter them as they fled. Their children, next.
An elf, empowered by the sense of looming victory, stormed forward from their line, straight towards Shog. He parried the elf’s longsword then heaved his mighty hammer, Breaker of Worlds, in a perfect arc. It smashed upon the elf’s helmeted skull, and he proved his namesake for the countless time. The elf’s head exploded in bone and carnage.
“Back!” he heard. “Fall back!” In disarray, the others around him fled towards Bloodneck Valley, where they’d encamped. Their position fell. Shog screamed to maintain the line but knew the day was lost. His people fled. He had no choice but to follow.
He reached the camp, already nearly moving again, fleeing up the valley to the highlands. Shog, exhausted, reached Zee-zee, his daughter, and Gheelah, his love. Gheelah had already packed their yurt and few remaining possessions. “Flee!” he shouted to her.
“And you?” Gheelah asked.
“I stay to hold them back.”
In typical orcish fashion, their utter devotion, love and mutual respect expressed itself only in their shared gaze, never in public, spoken word. He gripped her hand. He told Zee-zee to be strong. Gheelah nodded. Then the doy galloped away with the rest of the fleeing, broken host.
Muk-nola, matriarch, rallied the remaining Galak warriors. They reformed to a single line. Bloodneck Valley was narrow. Rocky. Layered with crimson colored clay. The land elevated as it led to the Highlands, their only advantage.
Maybe at the height of the tribe’s strength, before the humans had come with their purges and stolen their land, before the elves had arrived to ‘cleanse the world of evil’, maybe they would have been strong enough. But Shog saw they had a few hundred left. A few hundred to hold a line against an entire battalion of Imperiate horsemen and Alish’tae swordsmen, the latter no doubt already being reinforced.
The ‘Fair Folk’ would aim to eradicate the Galak now, as they fled.
Shog marched up to Muk-nola. She hailed him. “Yog-Sothoth burns in us,” she said.
“Yog-Sothoth hasn’t given a shit about us since Galak Mountain ceased its fire,” Shog replied.
Imperiate horns loomed. The sun flared, blinding Shog for a moment. Another disadvantage. The ground rumbled with the cavalry charge.
“Either way. I’ll crush his soul in hell. Right after I’m done with these Fair Folk.”
Join the fun! Here is how this contest works:
An unfinished fiction story or a script is posted.
You finish it with your own post or a comment in the comment section. A limit of 500 words is recommended.
WIN 6 STEEM + 2 @steembasicincome shares to the writers with the best endings and comments.
