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Turkey Awards! |
The Turkey Awards are Chessiecon's own version of the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction contest. If you need some inspiration, check out the 2015 Bulwer-Lytton contest winners!.
3rd Worst Place - Eileen Martz
"Oh, Bash!" she warbled. Galacta Honeycomb gripped Bash Hard-Peck's space suit with her tentacles, caressing his gasket softly. He inhaled and flipped up his visor sipping space-tini. The mooner-cycle veered around falling asteroids of the meteor-storm back to the Moon-base to find it in ruins! Craask, the snake! His ships were landing from all directions! A gangplank lowered and out he slithered, long scaly body rearing up, moustache glistening above fangs, his laughter echoed through the vacuum.
2nd Worst Place - Luke Katafiasz
Genre: Epic Psuedo-Sci-Fi High Urban Fantasy
The trouble started when the alien biker chick leveled her griffin-bone wand at the overly ripe robo-zombie working the café where I was getting midnight coffee while investigating the vampire Mafia's involvement in subterranean smuggling, specifically demonic gearboxes from imperial Aztlán.
But first, let me introduce myself. I'm the scariest voodoo ninja doubloons can buy this side of the Milky Way, also the fugitive bastard of Dar'Dunn, Shadow Elf prince.
Enough about me.
That morning like most, began with whiskey.
Worst Place - Brett McCoy
Belladonna, princess of the 13 Triton Elf Kingdoms, slithered across the floor to face her uncle. He was the king, and did not deserve to sit on the Throne That Talks, but there he sat anyway, hunched like a broken sewing machine, watching her with throbbing eyes. Chuckling like a door that was slammed too hard, he pointed at her and cast his spell of Triple Doom. She felt sleep come over her like a wet wool blanket, heavy and smelly.
Luke Katafiasz: 2nd Worse, Worst Place (Con chair Jo Hogan standing in for Brett McCoy), Eileen Martz: 3rd Worst
Ursula reacting to the unveiling of the Worst Place dubious prize.