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Bloodie Competition « Thread Started on Apr 6, 2008, 2:40pm »
i am ravenous Welcome to DH's next contest, a writing competition. Entries will be entered here and when there are enough entries, there will be a poll to vote who wins. The theme of this contest, which only requires a few paragraphs is blood, gore, and death. Basically, we want you to get creative and bloody, make your bloodiest gore filled death scene post. You can do anything, be the one dying or be the one killing. Creativity certain add points, but it must be as bloody as you can be. Do your best, but preferably don't make a whole page. A few long paragraphs will be good but don't make a novel out of it, it'll be harder to judge and people won't likely be reading it.
Here's how you do it, fill in the form and then put your entry in the right place. Don't worry about making every fancy, we are concentrating on your ability to write bloody posts not on how you fill out forms. But fancy does make it more fun.
Prizes: There are numerous prizes to choose from for instance, the winner may be able to win a very rare were-dog which is in the plot with the vamp-dogs. These were-dogs are bascially hybrids with odd genetic and personality traits.
Other prizes also include other animals, not dogs or wolves. There are many choices, soon to come.
i am savage
Name:What's your name. Dog's Name:What's the dog's name, it doesn't have to be a dog you created. Any dog is good. Short Descrp.:A short description of your dog, appearance or a bit on the personality. It's reason for killing and whatever, your choice on what to put here. Entry:Your paragraphs, the entry you are turning in. Thoughts:What are your thoughts on this contest, what you think about your post or maybe your inspiration. Anything, this is completely optional.
Name: Crypt Dog's Name: Spyder and Haiyun Short Descrp.: Spyder is a very young black with various white markings azawakh mix, supposedly a lab escapee with pale white eyes and extremely long legs. He is insane, deadly and killer even for his young age, he can kill mastiffs easily. Haiyun is Spyder's companion, someone who is sane but aggressively active in slaughter. She cares for him, since being insane he is unable to understand or do normal things. Haiyun is a white and red tan splotched pit bull mix, shorter then Spyder but months older then him. Entry:
Thoughts: Overall plot, Haiyun lures a group of three males into the streets and the leader of the group sends the other two ahead, so that he can enjoy her. They have a bit of small talk then Spyder jumps in, making the kill on the older and much larger although not taller older dog. Haiyun and Spyder devour their meal alive, quite happily.
..N A M E_ ella elephant. ..D O G ' S NAME_ tahir. ..A B O U T_ a very serious dog with his own opinions. he is hard to read in the emotions department, but is very open with saying what he feels. he is loyal and caring, and will help a dog in need unless they have made way to his bad side. he isn't very picky with places to sleep, what to eat, how his pelt looks, and things like such. he has a hate for dogs who are showoffs and have to always be right, or always better than him. he usually just finds the easiest way to get away from them, even if it means a simple journey to help them find what they're looking for. he is responsible, also, and is very reliable if you're his friend or a dog he takes on a liking to. ..E N T R Y_ "what is wrong with the world today? society is crashing, everything is overpriced, poverty is worse than ever, we're drowning in evil and hatred! there is no meaning to all of this! why do we kill, why do we murder? wasn't it God who said to love your enemies? what happened to obeying the laws he layed down for us? why do we disobey beyond belief? and, it isn't only the Damned human beings who murder brutally- it has gotten so bad, that even the dogs do it. animals, for goodness sake! i mean, now, killing a bird to fill your stomach isn't exactly brutal murder. but when you hunt someone down and fight them until they breathe no longer? i mean, what the hell?!
"there are people, people who live on the side of the street. and bless their souls, they even feed the mutts who beg to them. and, look at the wars and fighting going on between countries. jeez, there's where we need fucking help. people, animals- we're all psyco. we fight, we use weapons, and we fail to make peace. and hey, there's that idiot george bush that keeps getting elected as the human's president. gosh, does he need help. 'troops are comin home, everybody!' celebration. 'no, wait, we need them there. the people might attack the usa.' sadness. 'ahh heck, just bring them home.' celebration. 'no... sorry.. they gotta stay.' sadness. dammit anyway, can't that fool make up his mind? i mean imma freakin' dog and i understand that he's half the blame for civilization's turn for the worst.
"oh yeah, bet you humans didn't know that the usa is trillions of dollars in debt, did ya now? yeah, that's right. the idiot used it all for weapons! the world today brings tears to my eyes, and heck, i'm not the one to cry. i ask God to bring mercy to everyone's souls. they aren't all Damned to hell, but a good bit of them are. and i'm sure that when we get to Heaven, there's going to be a talk he longs to give us. maybe he will, maybe he won't. but, until the day i die, i cry out to God and ask him to forgive me. to forgive the hell-bound souls; because it's society and the president, and the influences that've made them this way. God, please help us..." -Tahir. ..N O T E S_ i call tahir my self-copy.. it's true, and this proves it. i'm basically in his fake body saying this, i do believe.... xD lol.
Name: Galli Dog's Name: Delila Short Descrp.: Delila is a small terrier mix; some jack russel a little spaniel and who knows what else. She is about the size of your average beagle, with wiry tan and white fur. Her face is round and gentle, her eyes bright and interested. All her life Delila has lived with the same family and was never allowed out of the apartment. One night, she managed to get out, and found the reason as to why she was never allowed. Entry: She was outnumbered. Simple as that. The poor little mutt stood surrounded in the alley, sandwiched between two apartment buildings. There was no way out.
She hadn’t even done anything wrong. She just wanted to get away from her housefolk for a day, and look what happened. All her life, Delilah assumed that there was good in a world that was generally working in her favor. As it turns out, she was wrong. It seemed that as soon as a little terrier stepped out into the world, the world turned on her and saw her as its prey.
She backed away from the approaching pack on one side, only to find herself closer to the other pack. Delilah didn’t know it, but she was now part of a long standing feud between two packs of stray city dogs. They had been fighting over territory since before anyone could remember, and now that an easily meal had strayed in between them; they had all the more reason to let it out on each other.
The alley was silent, the air heavy with tension as Delilah looked between the pack leaders, her eyes wide and terrified. Silence was safety, Delilah could tell, and maybe if she stayed quiet they would leave for a more exciting meal.
But as one leader took a step forward towards the other, Delilah’s throat gave a barely audible squeak. She herself couldn’t tell it had happened.
But it was enough.
In that instant, a flurry of wild battle broke out. Some of the dogs were attacking each other, their gruff barks halted by howls of pain as one sank his teeth into another’s neck, as flesh met flesh in bloody combat.
Delilah tried to dart out, but it was too late: they would have eachother. But they would also have her. They pounced on her, ravenous, hungry souls starved for weeks until they had this easy prize, theirs for the taking. Now it was all Delilah could do to scream as teeth sank into her shoulders and legs, as skin was torn away from her, as they tore of giant chunks of flesh from her body. She twisted as wrenched away, but one dog laughed and held the struggling terrier down with his paw, as another sank his teeth into her jugular. Now the dogs were united in one purpose: torturing the little housedog that went too far.
Her vision became hazy as she felt warm liquid flowing onto her skin, onto the hard stone ground beneath her. Laughing dogs swam before her eyes, their muzzles stained with her blood, even as she felt the numb tearing sensation of being torn apart. She struggled to breathe, her lungs crushed by their weight, she choked on her own blood as it came frothing from her mouth. A heavy blanket was dropped over her consciousness, and she felt no more.
When Delilah’s owners went looking for her the next day, what they saw was agonizing: in the alley they saw bloody footprints circling what was left of their precious dog. They shooed away rats and collapsed, sobbing at what had been done to the little creature.
Delilah lay on her side, cracked ribs exposed and with shreds of meat hanging off. Her neck was twisted at an odd angle, her fur only present on her shoulders; otherwise she was sheds of skin clinging to bone. But her face was intact; the roundness stained crimson and her gentle brown eyes emotionless and glassy. She was not their dog anymore, they could see that. What they knew as Delilah was floating in space somewhere- a better place, they tried to console their children. But they could not imagine what their poor dog had been through. They didn’t want to.
Delilah’s family never took her leash from its place hanging on the wall, never retired the little wicker basket with a tug toy in the corner. Every day they put fresh water in the water bowl, always refilled the food dish. But her family never got another dog, ever again.
Thoughts: Delila was created in my head specifically for this purpose. XD The entry isn't very good, but my best gory posts are rediculously long.
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