We have a tie.You have until 23:59 (GMT) on September the 30th to make your choice.
The two stories still in contention:
In the mood by Luiglin
Hurak stopped screaming and shrugged.
The two orcs paused, unsure on this new barbarian tactic.
“’E’s stopped wildin’,” said Clatter.
“I’s sees,” responded Lopsided.
“Shud we’s bash ‘im?”
They looked at the circle of orc bodies around them in various gruesome states of dead.
“Nah,” they chorused.
“Sorry, just not in the berserk mood,” said Hurak. “Reconvene tomorrow?”
They nodded and watched him leave.
“E’s can wild off if e’s thinks we’ll be ‘ere tomorra’s.”
“’E’s stopped wildin’,” said Clatter.
“I’s sees,” responded Lopsided.
“Shud we’s bash ‘im?”
They looked at the circle of orc bodies around them in various gruesome states of dead.
“Nah,” they chorused.
“Sorry, just not in the berserk mood,” said Hurak. “Reconvene tomorrow?”
They nodded and watched him leave.
“E’s can wild off if e’s thinks we’ll be ‘ere tomorra’s.”
Call of the wild by Daysman
“Where'd you get this daft idea?”
“Oh, some old sci-fi paperback… we're nearly prepped.”
“And you've freed forty-one drones?”
“This'll be forty-two. Err, best pocket your phone, once it takes flight.”
“What?”
“These feral drones feed off phone batteries. See its grabby little arms underneath?”
“Oooh…”
“And hide those french fries.”
“What?”
“Avian 4.2, that's the neural net I downloaded, it's trained on wildlife documentaries and beachside security footage of seagulls. Are you ready?”
