Contest [Issue 76] Switch The Style

[KillerGnat 3,135]

Hey there, Tankers! Every famous writer through the ages has had his or her specific style. I'm sure we can all recall some of the more well-known ones easily. Shakespearean, Dickensian, Hemmingwayian, Tweezerian, etc. When someone says a story was very Dickens-like, we start predicting how the story goes even before we've read it. Probably there's a poor person whose life is drastically changed by an outside influence of some sort and add in lots and lots of description. Idek. The point is, there are many, many styles of writing that are easily distinguished from one another.

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In this contest, you're going to be pairing a well-known style with one of Aesop's fables. There really aren't many restrictions aside from that. You can even change the outcome of the fable if you want as long as you keep the characters the same. The point is, make the fable as much like the style you've chosen as possible.

 

Rules:

 

• No plagiarism. This includes the ideas of other tankers. Be original pls
  
• Word limit of 1000 words. That should be enough for any short story, js.
  
• No extremely obscure styles. This is pretty subjective I guess, but you know what I mean. Don't be like, "I'm writing in the style of Joe Green from across the street". Points will be awarded for how well you copy your chosen style. That's not gonna help you if I've never heard of it.
  

 

I'd suggest you look online for samples of text in the style you chose. Just to refresh your memory.

 

Prizes:

 

1st place: 40,000 crystals

2nd place: 30,000 crystals

3rd place: 20,000 crystals

 

Consolation prizes of 10k to deserving participants.

 

 

Entries will be judged on creativity, plot, and how well the style was imitated. Deadline is the 25th of June.

 

Get writing!

 

[Magenta 5,165]

Interesting, to say the least! It'll be pretty challenging, but that's welcome ;).

[Pyre 3,485]

Pricticing mi twezzerian stile .  I neede two hav les gud gammar thoug .

EDIT: RIP anyone who tries Shakespeare, Iambic Pentameter is a killer.

Edited June 1, 2018 by Pyre

[Person_Random 4,991]

well i'm not familiar with these but i'll give it a shot.

[CabbageRoll 3,018]

thou am aloser er's fu ords :klap klap.

taNK yo

[BlueDragon_tamki 3,204]

this is impossible for me

 

gl to all the participants :)

[Aigaion 636]

 

 

The Tortoise and The Hare, A Comedy, on the Value of Teamwork

Adapted by: Aigaion

​Style: Shakespearean Comedy

 credit to W. Shakespeare & Aesop

 

--ACT I-- 

 

 

 

        SCENE I. -- Nesebar -- A meadow before the forest, Hare. Enter to him, Tortoise.

 

Hare: good morrow to you, sir Tortoise wherefore doth thee walketh so slow? doth thee ever travel                       anywhere  

 

Tort: we has't been arguing ov'r this for such a long time, wherefore don't we putteth a cease to this                     fighting, Sir Hare

 

Hare: How? what doth thee propose? 

 

Tort: We maketh, a contest, the winner can rightfully calleth themselves the fastest In Nesebar forest. 

 

Hare: I accept thy terms, alloweth us to invite all the animals of Nesebar woods to gaze 

 

 

         SCENE II.-- Enter Tortoise and Hare, and Hedgehog 

 

Tort: Since we has't concurred on a route for our race. alloweth us to shake paws, and may the best                     animal winneth.

 

Hare: (aside) I plan to.

 

Hedge: on thee mark, receiveth . . . setteth, wend!* (wend is an old word for "GO")

 

Chorus: The hare shot ahead and ranneth briskly for some time. Then seeing that he wast far ahead of the                 tortoise, Sir Hare bethought he'd sitteth under a tree for some time and relax ere continuing the                   race. the hare satteth under the tree and soon hath fallen asleep.

 

--ACT II--

 

         SCENE I: Enter Tortoise, at the finishing post, with the animals of Nesebar Forest

 

Tort: I am at the finish post, and I see no Haere, So I, Sir Tortoise, am the fastest in all of  Nesebar Woods!

 

Animals: *CHEER*

 

Hare: Congratulations, thee art the fastest in all the forest though before I taketh mine leaveth, may we                  race again?  

 

Tort: I fain accept thy plea, alloweth us race again in one sundown. 

 

         SCENE II: At the house of Hare, Enter Hare

 

Hare: I am disappointed, at myself in losing the race, because I hadst been overconfident, careless, and                 lax, if 't be true I hadst not taken such things for granted, I sure would has't wonneth.  

 

            SCENE III: Same race course, at dusk, 

 

Chorus: This time, the hare ranneth without stopping from start to finish. that gent wonneth by several                     miles, than Sir. Tortoise crossed the finishing post at dawn.

 

--ACT III--

 

          SCENE I: House of Tortoise, Enter Tortoise

 

Tort: there's tush I can beat the hare in a race the way twas currently formatted. So I shalt bethink of a                 way to winneth

 

          SCENE II: after, on a different course

 

Tort: Sir Hare, I asketh that thee accept another giveth for a race, on a different course. at this second

 

Hare: Gladly, sir Tortoise, we start, now

 

Tort: (aside) I shalt maketh a self-made commitment to beest consistently fast,  

 

 Chorus: The hare ranneth at top speed until that gent cameth to a broad river. The finishing line wast a                      couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. 

                The hare satteth thither wondering what to doth. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along,                      got into the river, swam to the opposite bank, hath continued walking and finished the race.

 

Tort: Now Hare, I grasp the finishing pole, so I am the fastest in all of Nesebar Forest!

 

Hare: (still drenched in water) Very well.   

 

--ACT VI--

 

       SCENE I: Enter Chorus, he finishes the tale, with story telling.

 

Chorus: The tortoise and hare, by this time, hadst becometh quaint valorous friends and those gents didst                 some thinking together. Both realized that the last race could has't been runneth much better. So the tortoise and hare hath decided to doth the last race again, but to runneth as a team this time. 

 

                Those gents started off, and this time the hare hath carried the tortoise till the riverbank. thither,                  the tortoise tooketh ov'r and swam across with the hare on his back. On the opposite bank, the                    hare again hath carried the tortoise and those gents hath reached the finishing line together. Both the tortoise and hare hath felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd hath felt earlier.  

 

MORAL OF THE STORY

 

"Teamwork works. It's good to be individually brilliant; but unless you're able to work with a team and harness each other's core strengths, you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well"

                                                              

                                                                                                                                                                         - Alwyn Sy

 

THE END

 

 *End note* Shakespearean comedy is not actually funny, they are usually full of fantasy and end in a happy way*

 

B) 

Edited June 25, 2018 by Aigaion

[Aigaion 636]

Pricticing mi twezzerian stile .  I neede two hav les gud gammar thoug .

EDIT: RIP anyone who tries Shakespeare, Iambic Pentameter is a killer.

to be on the safe side, I did a story with a Shakespearean comedy format,  Shakespeare is lit  :P

[You.Have.to.die 519]

Can my style be the form of Rabinisum? XD

Just to be clear, I meant in the form of Rabin. I'm not being racist.

Edited June 4, 2018 by You.Have.to.die

[fireking1000 0]

 

 

 

 

The Tortoise and The Hare, A Comedy, on the Value of Teamwork

 

--ACT I-- 

 

 

 

        SCENE I. -- Nesebar -- A meadow before the forest 

 

      Hare. Enter to him, Tortoise.

 

Hare: good morrow to you, sir Tortoise wherefore doth thee walketh so slow? doth thee ever                 travel anywhere  

 

Tort: we has't been arguing ov'r this for such a long time, wherefore don't we putteth a cease to          this fighting.

 

Hare: How? what doth thee propose? 

 

Tort: We maketh, a contest, the winner can rightfully calleth themselves the fastest In Nesebar             forest. the loser is therefore banished, and may nev'r returneth. 

 

Hare: I accept thy terms, alloweth us to invite all the animals of Nesebar woods to gaze 

 

 

         SCENE II.-- Enter Tortoise and Hare, and Hedgehog 

 

Tort: Since we has't concurred on a route for our race. alloweth us to shake paws, and may the           best animal winneth.

 

Hare: (aside) I plan to.

 

Hedge: on thee mark, receiveth . . . setteth, and wend!* (wend is an old word for "GO")

 

Chorus: The hare shot ahead and ranneth briskly for some time. Then seeing that he wast far ahead of the tortoise, that gent bethought he'd sitteth under a tree for some time and relax ere continuing the race. the hare satteth under the tree and soon hath fallen asleep.

 

--ACT II--

 

         SCENE I: Enter Tortoise, at the finishing post, with the animals of Nesebar Forest

 

Tort: I am at the finish post, and I see no Haere, So I, Sir Tortoise am the fastest in all of                       Nesebar Woods!

 

Animals: *CHEER*

 

Hare: Congratulations, thee art the fastest in all the forest, and I am banished, though befor I                 taketh mine leaveth, may we race again?  

 

Tort: I fain accept thy plea, alloweth us race again in one sundown. 

 

         SCENE II: At the house of Hare, Enter Hare

 

Hare: I am disappointed, at myself in losing the race, because I hadst been overconfident,                    careless, and lax, if 't be true I hadst not taken such things for granted, I sure would has't            wonneth.  

 

            SCENE III: Same race course, at dusk, 

 

Chorus: This time, the hare wenteth all out and ranneth without stopping from start to finish. that gent wonneth by several miles, than Sir. Tortoise crossed the finishing post at dawn.

 

ACT III

 

          SCENE I: House of Tortoise, Enter Tortoise

 

Tort: there's tush I can beat the hare in a race the way twas currently formatted. So I shalt                   bethink of a way to winneth

 

          SCENE II: after, on a differnt course

 

Tort: Sir Hare, I asketh that thee accept another giveth for a race, on a different course. at this             second

 

Hare: Gladly, sir Tortoise, we start, now

 

Tort: (aside) I shalt maketh a self-made commitment to beest consistently fast,  

 

 Chorus: The hare tooketh off and ranneth at top speed until that gent cameth to a broad river. The finishing line wast a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. 

 The hare satteth thither wondering what to doth. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along, got into the river, swam to the opposite bank, hath continued walking and finished the race.

 

Tort: Now Hare, I grasp the finishing pole, so I am the fastest in all of Nesebar Forest!

 

Hare: (still drenched in water, smiling) Very well.  ^_^ 

 

ACT VI

 

       SCENE I: Enter Chorus, he finishes the tale, with story telling.

 

Chorus: The tortoise and hare, by this time, hadst becometh quaint valorous friends and those gents didst some thinking together. Both realized that the last race could has't been runneth much better. So the tortoise and hare hath decided to doth the last race again, but to runneth as a team this time. 

 

 those gents started off, and this time the hare hath carried the tortoise till the riverbank. thither, the tortoise tooketh ov'r and swam across with the hare on his back. On the opposite bank, the hare again hath carried the tortoise and those gents hath reached the finishing line together. Both the tortoise and hare hath felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd hath felt earlier.  

 

MORAL OF THE STORY

 

"Teamwork works. It's good to be individually brilliant; but unless you're able to work with a team and harness each other's core strengths, you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well"

                                                              

                                                                                                                                                                         - Alwyn Sy

 

THE END

 

Nice,

Tort=mammoth

Hare=wasp

=)

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http://prntscr.com/jv3e0j even a thing?

[Person_Random 4,991]

 

 

 

 

The Tortoise and The Hare, A Comedy, on the Value of Teamwork

 

--ACT I-- 

 

 

 

        SCENE I. -- Nesebar -- A meadow before the forest 

 

      Hare. Enter to him, Tortoise.

 

Hare: good morrow to you, sir Tortoise wherefore doth thee walketh so slow? doth thee ever                 travel anywhere  

 

Tort: we has't been arguing ov'r this for such a long time, wherefore don't we putteth a cease to          this fighting.

 

Hare: How? what doth thee propose? 

 

Tort: We maketh, a contest, the winner can rightfully calleth themselves the fastest In Nesebar             forest. the loser is therefore banished, and may nev'r returneth. 

 

Hare: I accept thy terms, alloweth us to invite all the animals of Nesebar woods to gaze 

 

 

         SCENE II.-- Enter Tortoise and Hare, and Hedgehog 

 

Tort: Since we has't concurred on a route for our race. alloweth us to shake paws, and may the           best animal winneth.

 

Hare: (aside) I plan to.

 

Hedge: on thee mark, receiveth . . . setteth, wend!* (wend is an old word for "GO")

 

Chorus: The hare shot ahead and ranneth briskly for some time. Then seeing that he wast far ahead of the tortoise, that gent bethought he'd sitteth under a tree for some time and relax ere continuing the race. the hare satteth under the tree and soon hath fallen asleep.

 

--ACT II--

 

         SCENE I: Enter Tortoise, at the finishing post, with the animals of Nesebar Forest

 

Tort: I am at the finish post, and I see no Haere, So I, Sir Tortoise am the fastest in all of                       Nesebar Woods!

 

Animals: *CHEER*

 

Hare: Congratulations, thee art the fastest in all the forest, and I am banished, though befor I                 taketh mine leaveth, may we race again?  

 

Tort: I fain accept thy plea, alloweth us race again in one sundown. 

 

         SCENE II: At the house of Hare, Enter Hare

 

Hare: I am disappointed, at myself in losing the race, because I hadst been overconfident,                    careless, and lax, if 't be true I hadst not taken such things for granted, I sure would has't            wonneth.  

 

            SCENE III: Same race course, at dusk, 

 

Chorus: This time, the hare wenteth all out and ranneth without stopping from start to finish. that gent wonneth by several miles, than Sir. Tortoise crossed the finishing post at dawn.

 

ACT III

 

          SCENE I: House of Tortoise, Enter Tortoise

 

Tort: there's tush I can beat the hare in a race the way twas currently formatted. So I shalt                   bethink of a way to winneth

 

          SCENE II: after, on a differnt course

 

Tort: Sir Hare, I asketh that thee accept another giveth for a race, on a different course. at this             second

 

Hare: Gladly, sir Tortoise, we start, now

 

Tort: (aside) I shalt maketh a self-made commitment to beest consistently fast,  

 

 Chorus: The hare tooketh off and ranneth at top speed until that gent cameth to a broad river. The finishing line wast a couple of kilometers on the other side of the river. 

 The hare satteth thither wondering what to doth. In the meantime the tortoise trundled along, got into the river, swam to the opposite bank, hath continued walking and finished the race.

 

Tort: Now Hare, I grasp the finishing pole, so I am the fastest in all of Nesebar Forest!

 

Hare: (still drenched in water, smiling) Very well.  ^_^ 

 

ACT VI

 

       SCENE I: Enter Chorus, he finishes the tale, with story telling.

 

Chorus: The tortoise and hare, by this time, hadst becometh quaint valorous friends and those gents didst some thinking together. Both realized that the last race could has't been runneth much better. So the tortoise and hare hath decided to doth the last race again, but to runneth as a team this time. 

 

 those gents started off, and this time the hare hath carried the tortoise till the riverbank. thither, the tortoise tooketh ov'r and swam across with the hare on his back. On the opposite bank, the hare again hath carried the tortoise and those gents hath reached the finishing line together. Both the tortoise and hare hath felt a greater sense of satisfaction than they'd hath felt earlier.  

 

MORAL OF THE STORY

 

"Teamwork works. It's good to be individually brilliant; but unless you're able to work with a team and harness each other's core strengths, you'll always perform below par because there will always be situations at which you'll do poorly and someone else does well"

                                                              

                                                                                                                                                                         - Alwyn Sy

 

THE END

 

 

 

Random suggestion: Add some rhyming couplets.

[Pyre 3,485]

http://prntscr.com/jv3e0j even a thing?

But of course.

[GrandExecutioner 1,403]

http://prntscr.com/jv3e0j even a thing?

Only style I've heard of from the ones he listed. :ph34r:

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

The Glass Of Milk

 

A Shakespeare play

 

By P.4.R.K.O.U.R

 

 

Scene I

A fill'd with pangs of hunger knave hadst been travelling on a road. Not restful from his journey, that gent glances at a nearby house. Thither is a lady in the yard.

Boy: I hope his house hath some kind folks.

(He walks in*)

Boy: By some chance, can thou giveth me a loaf of bread?

( The lady enters the house and brings a glass of milk)

Lady: This is all I hath.(Hands him the glass)

(The boy hastily drinks it up)

Boy: Within this wall of flesh, there is a soul that counts thee its creditor.

(The lady blushes)

Boy: O kindeth lady, by any chance doth thou have more?

Lady: No.

The boy doth toss a disappointed behold on his face.

Boy: How much doth I owe thee?

Lady: 5 containers.

Boy: Thou art very cunning.(Dictates her the promo code)

Lady: Thank thee.

 

Scene II

The lady wast living a joyous life in the countryside. But suddenly, a disease taketh the better of that lady. The lady gets admitted to the best hospital in town, whither doctor Kevin provides that lady the best physic that gent could and cures that lady. At which hour it's time for the bill, the lady gets nervous. The lady only hadst little savings due to her lavish lifestyle.

At which hour the bill finally arrives, the lady is surprised to see the amount crossed out. Underneath, in big, bold letters wast writ- THEE OWE ME 5 Containers! **

 

Moral of the story: Thou shalt always keepeth promo codes handy!

 

 

* Actions justified in English for better understanding. (Curse the autocorrect)

** Sorry for the caps

 

The actual story was itself very short.

Edited June 22, 2018 by P.4.R.K.O.U.R

[Hippin_in_Hawaii 639]

The Fox and the Grapes

as Kurt Vonnegut may have told it

By Hippin_In_Hawaii

 

Chapter 1

There was this fox, walking down a path, and he came across a fine bunch of grapes hanging from a tree branch.

 

Chapter 2

No, grapes don’t hang from tree branches. I am aware of this. Nor do foxes, as a rule, enjoy eating grapes. I am also aware of this. Sometimes it is simply necessary to contrive unlikely things in order to illustrate a point.

 

Chapter 3

The fox thought to himself “Those grapes look delicious!” and, so thinking, leapt into the air, hoping to grab them in his teeth.

 

Chapter 4

I am, of course, seriously anthropomorphizing the fox’s behavior. Our science, as advanced as we think it, has yet to develop to the point where we can read the thoughts of a fox. Even that statement contains the fallacy of assuming foxes have what we would recognize as thoughts. We can observe the behavior and infer our own motivations, which is what I have done. To wit: the fox jumped towards the grapes; I tell you that it was because they looked delicious.

 

Chapter 5

It doesn’t actually matter that the fox is male.

 

Chapter 6

His first jump fell far short of reaching the grapes. The fox backed up the trail a ways and took a running jump. This got him a little closer to the grapes, but not close enough. So, he went even farther away and ran up with all of his might. Legs pumping, teeth gritted in determination, eyes focused on the prize, he hurled himself into the air with every last scrap of energy. Still, he did not reach the grapes.

 

Chapter 7

Foxes are known to be both intelligent and persistent at solving problems where food is involved. Any farmer who has tried to keep foxes out of a chicken coop knows this.

 

Chapter 8

The fox regarded the grapes, then looked around at his surroundings. The path he was on was well-cultivated, commonly used by the local vineyard owner as he moved between fields. This particular bunch of grapes belonged to a runaway vine that had snaked out from a trellis in the adjacent field. The fox poked his head through the hedge which separated the path from the field. There, he saw row after row of arbors, each groaning under the weight of succulent, delicious grapes.

 

Chapter 9

Aesop’s fox, having failed at reaching the grapes after trying only one method, walks away. He tells himself that the grapes are probably sour and not worth his effort. Aesop clearly never met a fox. Having given the fox the unlikely desire for grapes, and likewise the ability to think in astonishingly human-like terms, he also strips the fox of its intelligence and perseverance. These things he does in order to fabricate a moral; namely, that some good things require effort. I think his story is a terrible example of this moral. However, as I approve of the moral, I’ve given the fox more realistic behaviors.

 

Chapter 10

The fox wandered up and down the rows of grapes, nibbling and sampling from bunches left and right. Once he had eaten his fill, he settled down underneath a particularly succulent row of grapes for a nap, expecting to resume his grazing after a light snooze. At which point the farmer came along and shot him.

 

Chapter 11

While I do want to extoll the values of hard work, intelligence, and perseverance, I do not want to appear to endorse either thievery or gluttony. Morals are rarely simple things. Even the most basic “thou shalt not” can be full of subtext. I suppose, were this story to have a moral, it is that the fox would have been best served by starting his own vineyard if he wanted grapes.

 

Chapter 12

Aesop perverted the nature of foxes terribly in order to make his simplistic point. I have further perverted the nature of Aesop’s fox, and in doing so, have muddied the waters even more. Foxes are clever, resourceful, and above all, wild. It would be a complacent fox indeed who would stroll carelessly through a cultivated field, much less take a nap in one. Foxes avoid man, and with good cause. Foxes are indifferent to grapes. Neither Aesop nor I have done you any favors in attempting to use foxes and grapes as a basis for a lesson in morality.

 

Chapter 13

If push came to shove, I suppose you could extract something useful. If you are a fox and reading this, you can rest assured that we, humankind, have greatly underestimated your cognitive abilities. If you are a human reading this, you can probably safely assume that fables are not valuable for learning morality.

Edited June 22, 2018 by Hippin_in_Hawaii

[Best_of_thunder_2015 1,354]

KillerGnat,

 

This is Tanki, Not a English educational game. I'm learning English commutative from school, Just please, Don't make other series like this.

[Hippin_in_Hawaii 639]

KillerGnat,

 

This is Tanki, Not a English educational game. I'm learning English commutative from school, Just please, Don't make other series like this.

Nope. This is Tanki Newspaper. If you're looking for Tanki, you should see lots more tanks and explosions! 

 

Oddly, there are people here who enjoy communicating, in English and other languages. And we enjoy being challenged. You're certainly welcome to not participate, but please, don't try to ruin it for the rest of us, ok?

 

Personally, I wish they would just shut down the game, and focus on the writing!  ;)

[Aigaion 636]

so is it over? :huh: jeez only 3 participants, well GL to the 2 other dudes that entered  :P

(i have little writing skill so im hoping for 2nd or 3rd  ^_^)

Edited June 25, 2018 by Aigaion

[P.4.R.K.O.U.R 329]

Hawaii will win. :C

 

 

 

 

If I don't win. :ph34r:

Edited June 25, 2018 by P.4.R.K.O.U.R

[Terror.of.demons 96]

I’m going to be pairing the Charles Dickens Style with The Wolf and the Kid Fable, an Aesop's Fable. I’ll be using Dickens style through third-person exposition and through the voices of his characters using his own philosophy, symbolism, allegorical, and use of similes.

 

A kid who thought he was the G.O.A.T, equipped with hammer wasp and dirty paint was perched up on the top of the center area in the Arena map (It’s good to know that goats enjoy climbing such high places); and looking down saw a double-barreled turret Titan guy named Lobo with the new XT wolf skin and alterations passing under him.

 

Immediately he began to use strong language, insults and other provocations which came in the form of words, abbreviations, and other phrases and expressions, while he fired on his enemy.

 

"Drugger! and Buyer," he cried, "Why are you here with honest tankers who have to earn their crystals every day in doing daily missions? How dare you buyers make an appearance in this map; and I can see you have a drone as well. Pathetic!

 

"Relax, my young nub friend," said Lobo.

 

Moral of this Aesop’s Fable: "It is easy to be brave from a safe distance", both in sitting on top of the arena map with a faster tank, in front of a computer in the safety of your home, and the lack of the presence of a chat moderator. It’s better to be friendly towards one another and who knows, you might find a good friend in doing so.