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Battle of the Scribes Event#1 (Update)

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gmduncanidaho:
I'll use the time to write a story myself and participate :P

Nexxos:
Very good event! It is nice to see some good writers and storytellers out there!

The winners:

1. Enzo
2. lagoupille
3. ErlBishop
4. NeoCraft

Enjoy your rewards!

philipos:
thanks for this event (and rewards of course but it wasn't the goal). :)

i hope we'll be able to read here the stories. i'm sure it'll be interesting and maybe give some idea for some more participant next time ;)

Balthasar:
Thanks to all who took part here. Even if it got a bit chaotic at the beginning i think it was ok in the end ;)...

Ill post the winning stories "soon" here. If you like to read the ones which didn't win please PM me about it.

Greets Baltha

Enzo:
This happened long, long ago. I was heading from Hub to Boneyard. I've heard some rumours, that there is settlement of really tech-nerds and I was curious to find out, if it is true.
But the beginning of my trip was really nasty. I was wandering through the wastelands and looking for some water. It was high noon and I was really, really thirsty. Finally I found a little pond, but while approaching, I've figured out, that I found not only the pond, but a pack of radscorpions too. I cursed as a hell-spawn, but it was too late to run away, they were too close and I had to fight.
So I pulled hammer from my back and smashed with it the first of those sons of the bitches. Or maybe tried to smash, because in fact, I missed it and fell on dusty ground. Which was my lucky moment, because the claw of one radscorpion just snapped through the space, where was my neck second ago. Next few seconds rather than killing those beasts, I was trying not to be killed and then it comes. From behind some shrubs there appeared a man in leather, who was heading towards the pond. Which means towards me and my little friends. I screamed for help... and stop laughing at me, I was young and naive. I've said stop laughing! Oh yes, your guess is correct, he started shooting. And yes, your guess is correct again, shooting upon me. That was enough for me. Maybe I can dodge attacks of radscorps, but no I cannot dodge bullets, so I swiftly jumped on my legs and ran like hell through the desert. I stopped about two hours later, when I was sure no one is following me.
The point of whole story is... I encountered this shooting motherfucker a few days later, when he was surrounded by molerats, which were biting the shit out of him. So I watched with joy on this theater of life, and looted his dead body. Payback is a bitch.

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