It's that time of year again! :D Let's get started!
01/10/13: Back to Work
"How bad is it?" asked the postal worker.
"Bad. We just lost contact with our post offices in Sydney," replied the postmaster, "There's something massive in the post boxes."
"Is this another Halloween Unspectacular?"
"I'd stake my life on it," the postmaster nodded grimly.
"How long do we have?" asked the postal worker.
"Not long," replied the postmaster, "I've sent word – the vans are mobilising."
"God help us all..." breathed the postal worker.
In 2010, one man dedicated himself to writing one story every day for a whole month.
Three years later, he has done this thrice, unleashing all manner of horrors onto the world. He has revenged the internet with robots, Dutch mutineers, dragons, witches, the British Army, cosmic horrors, attempted humour and a sinister device known as the 'Fiddley Thing'.
Now, he plans to write again – and only one invertebrate can stop him...
I walked back from my letterbox, a printed copy of Halloween Unspectacular 3 under my arm.
"Well gents, it's time of year aga..."
I trailed off.
Plankton was standing on my table, his skin blemished by strange blue patches (although the open marker box next to him might have had something to do with it.) His eye was blue and looked bionic. Danny was tied to a chair next to him, dressed in futuristic military fatigues.
"Plankton?" I quizzed.
"Nae!" he yelled, "I am the Illusive Plankton!"
There was a long silence.
"No," I said at last.
"No?" demanded Plankton, "What do you mean no?"
"We're not doing the ending of Mass Effect 3," I snapped, "I refuse!"
"But you can't refuse!" exclaimed Plankton, "We were gonna shoot you with a giant laser. We even made the Cosmolyst!"
Cosmo poofed into the room – he was transparent and wearing a hoodie.
"Hello!" he said, waving.
"Aww," I said, "You guys went to all this trouble to annoy me? You guys are the best annoyances a guy could have!"
"So you'll do the ending?" quizzed Danny.
"Not on your life," I replied, walking over to the computer.
"Well, are we at least gonna come up with a contest?" exclaimed Danny.
"Oh, right, yeah," I nodded, staring directly at you, "For those of you who've just joined us, we generally have a writing contest about now. I name a word every week for the whole of October, and your challenge is to write a oneshot about what that word brings to mind. The winner gets a prize – it can be a drawing, a fic, you name it."
There was a long pause.
"But not money," I added quickly, "This week's word is...ah...let's say 'moon', that's a good one."
I turned to the computer.
"Now," I said, "Let's do this thing..."