Cycle 2: Best Overall Writer

Clawtooth · Aug 4, 2012

Best Overall Writer

Welcome to Cycle 2 of this year’s KHV Awards!! Jayn and I shall be your guide for this week’s cycle in our awards celebrating the more creative among us, from role-playing to writing and poetry, to video editing and more!

Please vote honestly and remember, if you sould have any queries about voting procedure, please read our voting rules here, and if your question isn’t answered there, don’t hesitate to contact Misty.

Good luck, and may the odds be ever in your favour!!

Nomination Samples:

Plums

From They Live on the Beach:

"The silence is rancorous. They live in an apartment by the beach. Usually, the silence isn’t there; it’s hidden underneath the clamor of tourists, of the high school students with sunscreen and Red Bull. Yet now, it all fades away, ghosts of the cigarette smoke that hang above their faces. It’s nothing but wisps now."
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Saxima

From The Hunger Games roleplay prologue:

"Your forehead is beaded with sweat. Your whole body feels weakened. Your hands are cold and clammy. Checking your breathing, you find that it's coming out in short rasps. You try to control yourself. You never know, your name might not even be drawn, you're just a few in thousands.

Thousands.

The thought comforts you slightly as you begin to calm down. With a steady eye, you watch your district's Capitol escort make their way over to the reaping bowls – very large glass balls filled with the thousands of names of the boys and girls in your district. Your names is on one of them. What's one in thousands?

As your escort draws the name from the ball, there's a collective breath taken and it becomes silent enough to be able to hear a pin drop. You're feeling nauseous now, becoming nervous. You don't breath. The only thing you can do is think – Please don't let it be me, please, don't let it be me.

Suddenly the name is called – your district's people breath and you open your eyes. Everyone is looking at you. Why are they all looking at you? For just a moment, you're a bit confused, disoriented. Then it hits you.

It was your name they called.

You're now a tribute in the 40th Annual Hunger Games.

Everything after that passes in a blur. The anthem plays, your swept away by Peacekeepers and into the Justice Building of your district, you're walked into a room and then left alone. How do you feel? Only you know. No one else can. These feelings are impossibly to detect by anyone else. Maybe you're proud to represent your district. Maybe you've trained for this. Or you could be just a normal Panem citizen. Maybe you're scared. Possibly, you're sad.

You have the next hour allotted to you to say goodbye to whomever you wish. Parents, brothers, sisters, lovers even. Perhaps even a complete stranger, just so you don't have anyone you know see you cry if, by chances, you're sad. The Peacekeepers come again and escort your visitors out. You're alone again.

Just a little while later, you're come for, and it's a relatively short ride from the Justice Building to the train station. It's clustered with numerous reporters, most with cameras – you'd be right not to show any emotion, not let them see what you're feeling. Unless, of course, you're feeling proud that you've been set to try your best and kill twenty-three other kids your age. You see the other tribute of your district and wonder how they're feeling. Maybe better than you, maybe not.

You're then hauled into the train and the doors close behind you. You're now out of the public eye. The train takes off with speed, you're now on your way to the Capitol – and possibly your death too.

Congratulations to you, tribute of the 40th Annual Hunger Games."
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Sforzato

From To Know Terror:

His mind—what we must call a mind, for convenience—flies back to the beginning. The bare gray planet stirs; life forms, sparse yet steady. At a distance it's like a coin, sparkling in a gentle light. He raises his hand, frames the coin between his thumb and forefinger, and flips it, or flips himself. Eons pass as it turns, or he revolves.

He halts the coin when its dark side faces him, or when he faces it. With his free hand he reaches, somewhere to his left. Nothing squirms at his touch, wriggles over his fingers. He clenches it, and pulls. Tugging, ripping, snapping. Flailing. A shadow furls around his hand; slime coats his glove.
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Hiro ✩ · Aug 4, 2012

Going with Saxima, without her writing my Hunger Games RP never would have taken off as well as it did due to her amazing Opening Post.

Jiku Neon · Aug 5, 2012

If we're going by samples, To Know Terror is the strongest, in my opinion. It has great atmosphere and stays very nice and self contained despite being a derivative work.

I don't see the appeal of the Hunger Games RP prologue because I have never read or seen Hunger Games. It hinges too heavily on knowing what's going on already and basically overlooks the exposition aspect that is needed for those who don't already get it. Also, rasp is a verb in this case, not a noun. Rasp the noun is a tool so that's word misuse at the get go.

I like They Live on the Beach, but it's not amazing. It doesn't really inspire emotion or anything. It's just a nice little, "I see what you did there, nice work," that I feel here. Technically good, but still showing a bit of incompleteness, is that I'd say.

If I'm judging writers, I'd need more to go on so I'm gonna look around a bit, but if past experience is any indicator, Plums is the current frontrunner in my head.

What? · Aug 10, 2012

Message from beyond the grave.

Novaghost (Spiritzato) said:

WE'RE TRYING TO GET A 3-WAY TIE

PRESERVE THE BALANCE PLS

:3
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Jiku Neon · Aug 10, 2012

Aim for crazy instability.

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Cycle 2: Best Overall Writer

Who is the best Overall Writer in 2011/2012

Plums

Saxima

Sforzato

Clawtooth Keelah se'lai!

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Hiro ✩ Guardian

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Jiku Neon Kingdom Keeper

What? 『 music is freedom 』

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Jiku Neon Kingdom Keeper