Springtime Story

[Dionysos]

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Easter brings us many joyous things. Happy lambs gambol in the fields amongst beautiful flowers. The Easter Bunny is out hopping, delivering chocolate Easter eggs to all who can’t wait to regret overindulging. But did you know that the ceglings are also out for Easter?

What are they up to?​

That is up to you!


For this CEG Game simply write a short story starring the ceglings!


Rules:

• Write your story themed around Easter. This can be eggs, bunnies, chickens, fields of green, chocolate, buns, Jesus, or anything else you think appropriate.
• You can use as many ceglings in your story as you like. The more you involve in your story, the more points you will receive (if you use all 12 ceglings you will get a special bonus).
• Specify your central protagonist which your story revolves around (this shall determine which cegling to give special points to).
• You are free to decide whether to write in 1[SUP]st[/SUP], 2[SUP]nd[/SUP], or 3[SUP]rd[/SUP] person.

You may post any entries in this thread, since this is more of a relaxed event rather than a strict competition.
If you wish to add more to your story, you will be able to do so then but you will only be scored for one story.

For biographical information on the ceglings (to aid your story) see here:
http://www.finalfantasyforums.net/t...ames-Nursery?p=1118850&viewfull=1#post1118850



Have fun!

 

[Dionysos]

Here is an entry I've put together quickly to give an idea...

You can choose any style you want for your own stories though.

This one ended up like a twisted children's story....

A new Easter Bunny.
Protagonist: Dinny Sore ​

On Easter Sunday, while the Easter Bunny was hopping on his round, Dinny Sore was gun-cleaning and decided to test his arm’s sound.

There was a hop, then a bang, then an “ouch!”, a hop, and a thud.

The Easter Bunny was now cold, still, and covered in blood.

Dinny peered from side to side, hoping to spot a good place to hide. Instead, he found a crowd of ceglings: mouths agape, and slowly edging.
Linnerva flew up to tell the police, but Dinny threatened her if she didn’t hear his pleas.

“This rabbit was on my turf. It’s only right that I put him in the Earth!”

Linnerva looked with a glare, then decided on a plan to avenge the hare.

“This bunny served an important function, but Easter must now go on without obstruction. You, Dinny Sore, shall appoint a new bunny, or else the cops won’t find this incident funny!”

Dinny agreed to the task in this story; it was now his time to bask in glory.


The ceglings lined up, and Dinny adjusted his hat. The auditions had commenced, but the contestants weren’t all that.

The Chickenosaurus would be perfect for Easter; he’s cute and he’s a chickeny creature. But Dinny noted a flaw: he’s too tiny and can hardly hop with a stool on the floor.

Chocobuncle offered himself as a brilliant egg-guard. With him in charge, no thief would surely dare steal from the hoard. But Dinny spotted his ruby-like gem, and noticed that this would only attract them.

In stomped Brahnetosaurus, who was one eager missus. But Dinny shrieked when her thunderous footsteps shook eggs into a thousand pieces!

Next up was Cabroot, who may have been interested. But her only words being “I am Cabroot” left her expression quite limited.

With the Moombat it looked like we were in for a winner. But those vampiric fangs would put folks off their chocolate dinner.

Angrybeard would certainly have been the alpha selection. But as the bomb melted a pile of chocolate eggs, Dinny soon learned his lesson.

“About time” said the Rossmanian Devil, pushing his bible with his foot. “I shall be pious and restore Easter to its Christian root.”

Snowmitts protested and threw a snowball at the Aussie. “But you preacher lacks fun with your face being so frosty.”
Dinny considered the yeti herself as a contender, but discarded her immediately as this wasn’t December.

In waddled Panter Paws, oblivious to his predecessor’s eviction. He thought his canine teleportation skills would make him a great election. But flapping overhead, Linnerva argued using reason: “Panter Paws is just in the wrong season!”

Linnerva herself was also considered; she could carry eggs galore and have them delivered. But as Dinny eyed her he saw her scowl, and he was forced to disregard the owl.

This left Dantelope, who scattered hiccups among his diction; maybe this satyr would be the only one drunk enough for this position. But when he used a chocolate egg as a wine cup, Dinny knew he really had to give up.

Dinny slammed his fist on his desk after this reality check. “I’ve exhausted my options, I have to confess. Are you sure you have to report me and put me under arrest?”

Linnerva laughed and winked at the mobster. “Darling, do you not realise that you could be the imposter?”

Dinny raged internally and started to blush. “But I’m actually nervous. What’s the rush?”

“SILENCE YOU TWIT”

“Okay, I shall hop to it!”



Later a fluffy pink bunny was sighted; he hopped through town leaving eggs which delighted. But if you were to look at the piteous expression of his face, you’d have seen a sad dinosaur crime-lord forever in disgrace.

 

[Linnaete]

Title: War and Peace - Pt.1

Author: Definitely not Leo Tolstoy

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Protagonists: Tohm/Chickenosaurus Six chickenosaurus and Linnerva linnerva

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The ceaseless drone of siege vehicles refused to relent. For the last nine days, the city woke early to the same chorus of carnage. Moments of calm and still air were quickly ruptured by the permeating screams of hails of bullets and crumbling concrete. The air thickened with the billowing smoke from burning debris, explosions and discharged ammunition. After nine days this unforgiving air was little more than a translucent shroud, its fatal embrace threatening to choke the remaining inhabitants of the city if the invaders were not prompt enough with completing the carnage themselves.

A battalion of tanks rolled in down the city's main boulevard, once the host of lively weekend markets and a cacophony of spirited musical performances. Its former glamour now reduced to dust and rubble, the old boulevard laid pathetic and subordinate, before the might of the most feared new dictator to roll into town. It may as well have laid out the red carpet itself.

"Nyeeeh!" so cackled the evil Dinny Sore dinny, who sat proudly on a tank through an open hatch. The despicable lizard tipped his fedora and resumed his cackling. "I, Don Dinny, have amassed enough followers and an industrialised military war machine to forcefully subjugate my enemies completely! If residents of this damned city believe they can remain as my debtors indefinitely AND NEVER HAVE TO PAY ME BACK, you are soooooorely mistaken-"

"Boss," interjected a voice coming from another tank to the Don's right, "how exactly would creating a military industrial complex expensive albeit able enough to completely reduce a whole city to rubble help with the fact that these guys still haven't paid you back? For all you know, you're only murdering all your debtors and incinerating all valuable assets they own!"

This brave dissenting voice came from no other than Chocobuncle chocobuncle, an avian known for his wisdom. Exactly how this sagely spirit was reduced to a mere lackey accompanying the Don as part of his vicious military campaign to purportedly make up for unpaid debts would never be known to the citizens of Ceglingsburg. The shame was clearly etched on Chocobuncle's beak - the humiliation and regret palpable and radiating.

"NYEEEH!" scoffed the Don dismissively, "YOU WOULD DARE QUESTION MY GENIUS? DO YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LAST GENERAL WHO DARED TO BE A SMARTASS? THAT'S RIGHT! HE ENDED UP SWIMMING WITH DA FISHES!"

The turret of the Don's tank immediately sprang into motion, its cannon aimed straight at the Chocobuncle's tank. Before General Chocobuncle could adequately react and take flight, layers of searing heat permeated the air, leaving in its wake a deadly cocktail of fulminated fumes, burning metal and rubber, and charred Chocobo feathers.

"Would anyone else like to fill his shoes?" hissed the Don, turning to sharply survey the remaining generals accompanying his invasion effort. They were: General Dantelope dantelope, General Panter Paws panterpaws and General Moombat moombat. Naturally, there was no audible response at first. There were no physical responses either. Not a single remaining general's body language betrayed their present state of mind, as all three were left physically stunned and bewildered by what had just transpired. It was only after a considerable thirty seconds and a brief period of time to adjust to the unpleasant sensation of burning tar and rubber did one general finally open their mouth.

"Y-your Excellency!" stuttered Panter Paws, with the sincerity and conviction in his voice of a waterboard victim, "W-we all stand united, err, i-in solidarity, ah, um, with y-you, Your Wonderfulness!"

No sooner had his fumbling sentence left his mouth did the turret of the Don's cannon swing in his direction, stopping only to directly scrape against the general's mouth. Panter Paws could only stare down the barrel. He gulped on the spot and immediately regretted it. The sensation resembled that of a golf ball being forced down his oesophagus. The cannon was still smoking; the unmistakable scent of gunpowder gleefully funneled its way up through the cannon barrel straight into his nose.

"I also don't like colleagues who lack sincerity, nyeh!" hissed the Don, "I am very aware that your previous job was to deliver presents to little children - but that was only because I allowed for such a thing to happen. Somehow I was talked into wasting money into manufacturing and delivering toys to children every year at the winter solstice, because apparently I needed better PR! And where did that get me? Nowhere! I simply wasted money on that foolish endeavour and on you. Do not forget that you are only useful now as a military general because I allow it. I can easily turn you into roast venison now...but I won't. Blasting that other fool as punishment was already another dent to my accounts..."

The Don cleared his throat and faced the crumbling remains of Ceglingsburg. "CONTINUE WITH THE BOMBARDMENT. I WANT MY DEBTS PAID, NYEEEH!"

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The daily, endless bombardment was taking its toll severely on the residents of the underground bunker directly below that of Ceglingburg's once glorious Parliament palace. The old, young and infirm were particularly affected, ailing on their beds as they contemplated the thought of death arriving to claim their fleeting lives. One infirm in particular was poor Cabroot cabroot, a young Cegling with a whole life ahead of her...at least until the Don started calling.

Surrounding her bed were two of Cabroot's dearest friends, half-siblings Chickenosaurus Six (aka Tohm) chickenosaurus and Linnerva linnerva. Both were consumed with grief, sobbing heavily. Cabroot extended her tiny leaf-like arms to touch their hands (or wings in Linnerva's case). Though her friends were beside themselves, Cabroot could only bravely smile at them. Her eyes glistened warmly. They told a story of their own - a story of a young, dying Cegling who had already accepted the inevitable fate waiting for her, but was prepared to face that destiny with a smile.

"Don't cry anymore, you two," she calmly said, "I've always been frail. My parents never properly took care of me. But still...I don't necessarily blame them. They don't get along with each other and are always busy. You two always being there to keep me company are some of the best memories I've ever had. I will never forget them, even after I go to the great cabbage patch in the sky."

She spluttered violently. Such was the effect of poisonous air.

"Tohm...Lin. I will never forget you both. I love you both very much and...well, I'm glad. With my frail health, I would have slowed you down anyway. But that's okay now. You can both now make a difference and fight back. You can both stop the Don and prevent anyone else from dy...from dy..."

"CABROOT!"

"CABROOT!"

"Fare...well, my...friends..."

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To be continued in Part 2. It will have Easter stuff there. I promise. Maybe.

 

[Soulcorruptor]

Not to copy Liv, but I am posting my own part one. Busy with work and school so more will follow later.

The protagonist are and with as the antagonist and the rest of the cegling crew as support stock character roles.

Protagonist is for you to decide, the Antagonist is and they are many more stock character to follow.

There was once a time in a far way place, or was it a far away place once a time. No one can remember now but all know this tale. Some say that it's true while other claim it's a bed time story to tell bad children, though all do agree on one thing. That this story is about a band of eleven that united together to take down the tyranny oppression of one, one who tried to steal and control Easter itself.



So now as out story unfolds there once was a disgruntled soul, one who was lonely and angry at the world. He didn't much like anyone at all and if one had a differing view from him he would argue with them that they just didn't see his view and were missing whatever point he was trying to make. So as many others argued with him over trivial matters he grew more and more angry with the crowd, finally so much he separated himself from the village of his birth. It was a quite village and one so small, one made of twelve know as ceglingville. The little cegling in question was one known as , and as grew upset he sought a way to make all the other ceglings looks at him and finally acknowledge that his points held value and truth, and what other way than to steal the spirit of Easter? For if he did so he could then make himself the symbol of new beginnings and everything he said would then be a new beginning and have to be true. Thus now the plot to kidnap the very being responsible for Easter sprang forth into existence, he would just have to find a way into the mystical realm of the said bunny. Though what luck he had for there was a wooded realm that had decorations painted on trees, each one symbolizing a spirit of sorts that might be tied to a holiday. With what powers of deduction that thus possessed he ventured into the egg painted door and hours later was seen walking out with a giant sack and some ears sticking out that looked like a bunny, how he captured the Easter Bunny has been lost to time as no one asked him how he did it.



Now even though by large spent his time mostly to himself and very rarely ventured back to the village the rest of the ceglings still took notice, and the first to notice that something was amiss was the wisest of them as she was their judge, and this one was , she noticed that :dinny had now shown up for his ramblings in quite a while. So now thinking something amiss she went and gathered some of the others to go seek at his house. So called on the like of the brave and adventorous one of he crew, whose diction was small and limited but was quite sneaky and adorable, so he could easily use his cuteness to devious means, last to be called to action was the founder and first cegling of the village for if something amiss and wrong who would best to call, as she was the one who was around the longest. So this merry band of four set off to the far flung hill where has located himself in recent times. Upon sneaking up on the house they heard some maniacal laughter and heard loudly proclaim “At last now that I have done this the rest of those crazy ceglings will now have to listen to me. Finally I won't be stared at and considered the crazy one, I will replace this bunny and take on the mantle myself. Then once I do all my views will become new and accepted and their views old and outdated, they will have to come around to my way of thinking.” As he rattled on and pranced around the room he waved his tommy gun that he called Quiet and fired it into the air.



Now are group grew worried for they feared has went out of his mind and they decided that they could not take him down alone now so they would leave and go get some help to solve this diliemia. Being small and usually over looked decided to stay behind and keep watch just to make sure this crazed tommy gun wielding dino didn't get away. So using her words of wisdom spoke to the crowd trying to convince them to storm up to the house where our favored bunny was held captured, though sadly her words went on deaf ears. It wasn't then till tried giving a rousing speech and maybe appear a little intimidating to convince the others that they should all join together. So now it was with the entire village in tow that they marched up upon our villain, though now along the way now questioned if they should pray for the sad to be forgiven for what he has done, and maybe through prayer he would return the bunny. Though a quick kick from the crazed soon quieted such matters.

 

[Dionysos]

Any more stories?


While we'll never turn down a story, I'll have to lock in the leaderboards soon so that we can update the leaderboards for the magazine.

If anyone would like an entry to count for scoring, let me know or post what you have in here.

 

[Linnaete]

uhh, can I have another day to put up part 2?

 

[Dionysos]

That's fine.

I'm just putting the warning out now so that people have time to add something if they wish.

 

[Soulcorruptor]

Yeah if I can possibly get till at the latest Saturday for mine that would be great, if not I understand

 

[Linnaete]

Title: War and Peace pt.2

Author: Monika

The shrill shrieks of the refugees thundered throughout the bunker. Their sanctuary, a momentary haven and place of respite, perhaps even home, was now under siege. Men, women, children, Paissa - Don Dinny dinny cared not for any of them. His crusade could cause all the catastrophic collateral damage possible and it would all be justified by his books so long as he received his reparations at the end of the day. So long as society was governed solely by how fat a cheque one could write, there was no court willing to safely convict such a conniving conman and now murderous militant without the judge and jurors receiving uninvited guests armed with shotguns.

Despite his petite stature, Tohm chickenosaurus stood proudly on his stool. The fire burnt in his eyes, listening to the beckoning bells of vengeance. His avian half-sister, Linnerva linnerva, instinctively knew what the little reptile was thinking. The pair have been inseparable since their respective births. They shared countless experiences with each other. They developed their own coded methods of communicating with each other in ways not too dissimilar to the idiosyncratic languages of identical twins. Every laugh, every cheer, every gasp of horror, every shred of dread, regret and sadness...these two have always shared it with each other. The effect of the passing of their dearest friend, Cabroot cabroot from three days ago was no exception. Like electricity coursing through copper, the visceral sensations of unmitigated sadness and subsequent burning anger coursed through the air between the half-siblings, endowing both of them with one same common thought on their minds.

Vengeance.

After three days of virtual starvation and permanent fear that the bunker would finally lose its structural integrity for good and completely collapse in on itself, the enemy was finally at their doors with no chance for escape. Evolution had instilled in all Ceglings today one crucial reaction to times like this. They could all fight, attempt to take flight (to no avail) or simply freeze on the spot and wait for the ensuing bloodshed to mercifully end everyone's suffering. Fortunately for Tohm and Linnerva, making the apt choice for the situation wouldn't take too long. How they going to put up effective resistance on the other hand was yet to be discussed, as the remaining residents of the battered bunker were in no position to be soldiers and impromptu commanders. It was now entirely up to the half-siblings.

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"Hello. I see I've inadvertently landed in a war story somehow. Oh dear, that's not exactly my kind of genre.

"Still, if there are characters here who are needlessly suffering, I can't allow the author to put them in any more pain before the climax now, can I?

"I know. I will simply do a little tinkering with the author's computer. That way she will end up writing a story that is completely different to what she thinks are the words appearing on her screen. So while she toils away with 200 more pages' worth of war, death and suffering, I'll simply transpose to this post my own conclusion to this story. I'll make it cheery with Easter themes. I know Easter has already passed a couple of weeks ago and as such this is all belated, but it's the first thing that came to my mind!

"Shhhhh, author. Just let me take over the story now."

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All around him, Don Dinny's tanks seemed to spontaneously combust, the ensuing explosions catapulting a myriad of metallic shards and debris through the air in all directions. Airplanes instrumental to the long bombing campaign suddenly fell from the air and erupted into tremendous fireballs the moment their fuselage hit the ground.

"NYEEEEH. WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" exclaimed the criminal mastermind, dropping the glass of port in his hand as he stared transfixed at the carnage occurring around him.

Bombs were being dropped. Not his bombs. They were someone else's bombs. They were bombs in the shape and appearance of colourful Easter eggs, though obviously with far more dynamite than milk chocolate. The moment they rolled under tanks, the resulting explosive force was more than enough to turn one of the Don's expensive military investments into a burning wreck of iron, fumes, rubber and tar. His cartel associates, who were more brawn than brain, found themselves inexorably drawn to the eggs and soon found themselves unceremoniously detached from their own torso and limbs.

Linnerva whisked through the air over the rubble of the ruined city, carrying with her a net of Easter egg bombs and generously distributing equal shares of them over the heads of the Don's associates. Tohm meanwhile was able to make excellent use of his small stature to stealthily sabotage the enemy's ranks, distributing miniature versions of the Easter egg bombs (that look remarkably like Cadbury's Creme Eggs). Despite looking like the stool would be a practical hindrance to the tiny reptile, putting wheels on it and turning it into a form of skateboard was Tohm's most ingenious design yet.

As the Don continued to lay witness to the absurd situation around him, he was approached by his three remaining generals: Dantelope dantelope, Panter Paws panterpaws and Moombat moombat. "Hey, boss!" said Panter Paws, "I know Christmas passed months ago, but I remembered something. I never did give you a Christmas present. In fact, all three of us failed to give you a present this year!"

"Pfft,"scoffed the Don, "what can any of YOU offer me that's worth keeping as a Christmas present? Last time I asked Rossman over there rossmanian to give me one of my rival's heads as a gift. He was supposed to place it on my piano, but the bastard cocked it up, was caught by the police and detained for seventy two hours until I was bothered to waste money on a bribe to get him out of there! None of you are capable of even giving me what *I* want, let alone give me anything decent that you *think* I want!"

"Oi, you didn't even free me, boss. I managed to negotiate my own way out!" cried Rossman, before he was quickly silenced by an exploding Cadbury's Creme Egg to the noggin.

"Well, boss. This time we've a wonderful gift for you!" cried Dantelope excitedly.

Before the Don could even retort to ask them what the gift was, his three generals quickly scrambled back into their tanks. Cannons immediately swung into action, all converging their barrels onto one notable target in the middle. The Don was now cornered. The sudden, unexpected betrayal of his witless generals shocked him so thoroughly that he was at last out of words.

"Sorry, boss,"said Moomba, "but you know how we all had dinner the other night? You claimed a bunch of your generals had betrayed you? It turns out you purged the wrong ones. They didn't even betray you. They were loyal to you. We were the traitors you wanted. You were simply too egotistical and so sure of yourself that you failed to spot the obvious culprits when they were just under your nose. Sorry, man, but you're terrible at running criminal cartels. There's no profit in war crimes if the moolah ain't flowing, you know what I mean?"

"You could say," interjected Panter Paws with a sadistically smug smile on his face, "we're your...Judas. That dinner we had was the Last Supper after all."

"YOU FOOLS!" the Don screamed, "THESE AREN'T EVEN CLEVER EASTER REFERENCES. WE'RE JUST MAKING HEAVY-HANDED EASTER REFERENCES ARBITRARILY-!"

Before another word could be uttered, everything was engulfed by a wave of blinding golden light. It was accompanied by what could only be described as the gentle chorus of angelic singing. From a newly formed cleft portion of the sky above, a figure gracefully emerged. Cabroot, after three days, had resurrected.

"...you have got to be shitting me," exclaimed the Don, but his astonished remark was cut short when a bolt of divine lightning descended from the heavens and reduced the mastermind criminal to ash. The war was now over. Cabroot could now ascend to the great cabbage patch in the sky, content in knowing that she had saved all of Ceglingskind.

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"Did you like this new ending to the story I hastily wrote for you all? It's way better than what the author originally intended. I normally don't intervene in stories that do not involve any themes or moments of romance, but for the sake of adhering to the Easter theme, I had to pro-actively step in.

"So for all you aspiring writers out there, please bear this in mind: whenever you write a love story, just remember to put in a character called Monika in there as a character who becomes the object of the main protagonist's affections. Please dote on her and make her as happy as possible, please. Just Monika.

"Just Monika.

"Just Monika."

Just Monika

 

[Soulcorruptor]

Part II

With rossman now limping behind the other nine this fellowship snuck up the crazed dinos house. Upon getting there and with a brief talk for whatever reason the other miniature dino known by as Tohm decided he should try talking to Dinny, after all he may listen to another reptile though this was a far shot. Just upon walking in the door Dinny kicked Tohm's stool out from under him and beat him with Quiet all the while yelling at him calling him a shorty. Naturally this angered the other ceglings and using the brief opportunity presented Cabroot flew in the door and managed to hide behind the sack without Dinny noticing. Linnerva not happy with how things have turned out shouted to Dinny “Let lose the Bunny you have kidnapped, if not you shall be judged for you actions and the justice shall be swift.” Dinny thinking that all this was a bluff just shouts back at them, “I did not kidnap anyone, why do you accuse me of something I didn't do?”


Seeing as talking would not do the rest of the ceglings bar Tohm sighed as he was still unconscious from being flung out to the door. So now having to rely on brute force the Ceglings begin to find a way to break down the door and so begins to throw huge snowballs the size of boulders at the door in an attempt to break it, finding that the snow sized boulders were strangely ineffective against a wooden door, it was 's turn and gathering his anger he charged at the door and exploded, not only did this start a fire burning down the door but poor was caught in the blast as well, the fire was so hot is turned him to crisp and he went to the great fry bucket in the sky. Upon seeing the poor Tohm being sent up in flames and having no choice to use brute force the break down the door the Ceglings all charged led by , for not having anything to do both and hoped up the Chocobuncle and lead the charge, as everyone ran the snow was tossed and turned enough to put out the flames of Angrybeards explosion, leaving him shivering in the cold. As the group finally entered the house leaped up in the sky and yelled “I AM CABROOT”, Dinny turned around shocked and surprised for as he was about to start firing Quiet at the intruding crows a giant shadow loomed over him. Slowly seeing the shadow he turned now to see the massive bunny tower over him as he pounded his fists, for when he took the Easter Bunny he did not realize he took the Guardian one who just happened to be a massive Australian Easter Bunny, seeing this threat he tried to stammer “You are to give....” but was cut off as the bunny punched him knocking him out cold.



Now as all was said and done, the Easter Bunny went back to his tree and after going through he sealed it off so no of the Ceglings could get back to him. Now back to the Ceglings home town we find Dinny now locked in a dungeon, thankfully with a sock also in his mouth so none could hear his shoutings of his self-proclaimed unfair imprisonment. So what meaning is in this tale, why in the center of the village stands a monument to the fallen Tohm so all can remember that at least he tried to take the path of non-violence, but for whatever reason the monument that was given to them by the great Sayori writer in the sky had a strange sense of humor, for she thought it would make everyone happy if the monument looked like this.

 

[Dionysos]

Thank you for participating!

Scoring has been a little unorthodox for this competition. All ceglings who are mentioned in a story received 1 cegling point (per story), and each cegling who is listed as a protagonist gains a further 1 cegling point (or 1/2 a cegling point for the stories with shared protagonists).


Cegling scores:
1st: Dinny Sore and Linnerva scored 4 points (3 participation points and 1 protagonist point) = 5 CT and 3 GP for their parents. Rey Dionysos Linnaete Soulcorruptor

2nd: Chocobobuncle and Chickenosaurus scored 3 1/2 points (3 participation points and 1/2 protagonist point) = 3 CT and 1 GP for their parents Soulcorruptor Dionysos Linnaete Six


Most other ceglings scored 3 or 2 points and do not place.

The owners of these ceglings shall gain 1 CT.


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Soulcorruptor and Dionysos both gain an extra 3 CT for including all ceglings in their story.



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All cegling points have been added to the overall leaderboard. See who is on top!
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