Mazoo
Well, it's Tuesday, and no one else has submitted anything... I'm guessing the challenge of Two Moons is over?

...

I HEREBY DECLARE ANOTHER CHALLENGE!!

This week's challenge

Comic: Pinky TA

Challenge of the week: Must have a creative use for colored pencils, patricularily the colors Red, Blue and Purple.

Characters: Any! This is kinda a hard one, so go crazy!

There we go, Challenge #2! :D

Next challenge starts Wednesday the 15th

:!: Warning: Some explicit language.

It was a dark empty hallway lined with blood and entrails of the poor pathetic soldiers that had stood in the way of her S.S.V.5 and their objective. Pinky was starting to get sick of having to mercilessly slaughter soldiers that didn’t even stand a snowballs chance in hell to stop her. She was sick of taking orders and damn well sick of this war. Hopefully completing her objective would bring the war closer to an end.
"This is disgusting." Pinky said to herself as she commanded her S.S.V.5 farther down the hallway. Suddenly there was a flash of light as a Hotchkiss tank machine gun opened fire striking the S.S.V.5's forward window with its initial few shots.
"A few lucky shots...too bad for them I use mirrors." Pinky opened fire sending the her first rounds through the gunners skull which promptly ruptured under the pressure caused by the large bullets entry into his cranium. Another two soldiers tried to rush to the Hotchkiss, but their guts were also soon strewn across the metallic floor.
"Why are they still fighting what could they possibly be trying to protect?" Pinky continued down the wide passage only to come across a huge bolted blast door which probably would have kept Pinky from moving any farther had it not been clearly very old and worn down. The door covered in rust and cob webs looked like as if it could easily be blown down with a rocket or two. "Something not right here...fuck it if they think they’re going to keep me from going any farther they're gonna be sorely mistaken." Pinky switched to rockets, armed, then fired. A blinding flash accompanied by smoke and fire lit her cockpit, Pinky's head was swimming she could feel fresh cool blood dripping down her forehead then down past her chin and pool just below her neck. She was on her side something had happened, but what? Suddenly Pinky felt warm and carefree she was running through a field and was no older than eight maybe even nine. She had colored pencils in her hands, she pulled out a piece of paper and made a kind of funny swirl with a purple pencil, her favorite color, the swirl curled and curled until it would seem impossible to keep swirling were it not that she was now in the air coloring with her pencil, coloring the leaves and the grass brilliant purple! Then suddenly the color began to fade, split, and she had two pencils one red the other blue. She continued coloring forgetting all her other cares, then an explosion of pain rocked her entire sense of reality, she was back in the passage covered in blood and oil she was being moved. She was being moved and something was wrong with her neck! She could not move she could not scream all she could do was stare around at the passage way, stare at the blood now dripping down her arm and splattering the floor. Her blood. Then she stopped moving and she was dropped down on the metallic floor, a dark figure approached her, the figure raised one of its ugly appendages, it screamed! There was an explosion of pain, then nothing.

S.S.V.5 pilot "Pinky" was presumed K.I.A Feb. 14 when a mangled S.S.V.5 was found along a passage in an enemy stronghold, apparently caused by a rocket malfunction during firing. The loss of the S.S.V.5 is a regrettable set back. The pilots body was not recovered.

- LT. General K. Baker

(not very good but ah well)

It was the worst thing to ever possibly happen.

In fact, She would rather be hunted by a bunch of troops and suffering from a serious hangover than this!

Pinky was stranded together on a deserted island with CC.
What's more, the moment CC realized what had happened she certainly didn't waste any time talking to pinky as if she was the boss and pinky the lowly rookie.

Pinky certainly didn't appreciate being spoken to in such a manner.

"Hey, start a fire and I'll go forge for food!" Pinky mimicked CC's earlier command earlier. She then spoke in her normal voice, " Blah, who does that bitch think she is? My feet are killing me so much, and I haven't even found a single bit of scrap wood for the fire.."

Pinky was walking back to the place where CC told her to build a fire. And the only thing she had to show for it was a bunch of leaves, which certainly wasn't very good materials to start a fire.

"would make nice bedding though." She thought out loud.

Pinky breathed a sigh of relief as she finally got to sit down, resting her feet. She looked around for any signs of CC. "Where the hell is she? It couldn't take that long to look for food."

She then looked over at CC's backpack. "I wonder if she has a cigarette lighter in there... I wouldn't be surprised, considering her bad habit of smoking those long drags..."

She moved over to the bag, and opened it up. She browsed though the contents, and pulled out an case of colored pencils. She put that aside, and then kept on browsing until she pulled out an ciggerate lighter.

"Aha!"

She then went to build an campfire. after five minutes, it was done and now pinky was attempting to get the leaves to catch fire, but without some wood, it wasn't any good at all.

She then looked over at the case of colored pencils, and then had an strange yet workable idea.
She pulled out some pencils, mostly the shades of reds, blues and purples.

She then arranged it on the campfire, and then lit it up with the cigarette lighter.

within a few minutes, the campfire was now blazing.

CC walked back to the spot, carrying a stick that had a couple of big fish on it.

"Well, pinky did you get the fire started...?" CC called out as she walked back.

"Did you get the food?" Pinky's voice called back.

Pinky and the fire came into CC's view, and CC couldn't help but feel a little bit impressed. Pinky didn't seem the type to even know how to start a fire, being an air headed city girl and all.
In fact, CC had actually expected to have to start a fire herself after she got back from fishing, that is, if pinky even found any good dry wood to burn.

CC just held up the fish for pinky to see, and then put the stick over the fire for the fish to start cooking.

CC then sat down next to pinky. "So I see you were able to start a fire after all. I didn't think you had it in you."

Pinky just shrugged. "Well, I was able to despite the lack of any spare twigs lying around.."

CC looked at pinky strangely. "What did you use for the fire?"

Pinky held up the case of large colored pencils, causing CC to gasp.

"You used my colored pencils?!" CC yelled, starting to get upset. "Those cost me 23 American dollars!"

Pinky let out a whistle. "That much, huh? well, for that price it sure gives us a nice fire... but honestly, you could had easily gotten colored pencils at any store for five dollars. you got ripped off."

Any good opinion she had of pinky was now completely lost.
CC growled, and slapped pinky. "How dare you use my pencils like that without consulting me!"

Pinky looked back at CC in shock. "How dare you hit me?!"

With that, the lone island was filled with the sound of the two rivals fighting...

--The end!

Kytenji! That was sublime :-D
fantastisch! 素晴らしい! ^_^ -fun with translator...
I loved that. very well done. Fits the tone very nicely. Ak, you killed Pinky. Poor Pinky, crying for her, very sad :cry:

Aurora! Hilarious :lol:
So funny. Ha! You've both taken two very different approaches and still manged to capture essences of Pinky TA ^^
That was quite a funny one. :D

yeah. well, I was originally going to do the "perverted" approach, but then I realized the way I wanted to take it would be breaking my own rules.

It would be very explicit nudity after all. Plus the way colored pencils were being used might cause artists out there to see thier pencils in a new light. ^^;;

so I dediced to just for the funny approach even if it sucks.

:oops: kinky!
Ha! Well, you could always change the rules if that's the sort of thing you'd prefer to write ^^
Warnings are fine.

The funny approach wasn't crappy at all.

oh dont worry Aurora Im still seeing my pencils in a new light. :-D

Darn, I started writing an entry for this but it has ballooned out into something quite large...

coinilius
Darn, I started writing an entry for this but it has ballooned out into something quite large...

then upload it as a html form to some webhost you have access to, and link to it. :D

ozoneocean
:oops: kinky!
Ha! Well, you could always change the rules if that's the sort of thing you'd prefer to write ^^
Warnings are fine.

Yeah but I don't think it'd be ethical to just change the rules just because I wanted to write something dirty yet amusing.

like if some instances were allowed, then imagine how some writers might take it far beyond to the point where some creators may not be comfortable with their own characters anymore.

like for example, What if somebody here on DD wasn't a fan of Yaoi or Slash... but somebody else (like me) was?
And I just happened to write an Yaoi fan fiction about their character as a writer's challenge, then that creator might be upset that I used two characters that he/she didn't even consider to be gay at all. especially if the thought of gay sex grossed him/her out big time.

or writing some smut just because somebody felt like it, might lead to rape of a character or something else, because that person was used to writing angst and violence.
something else that may actually upset a creator when it comes to the usage of their characters.

After all, this challenge thing is where comics and the characters gets chosen at random, the creators haven't given permission for such things to be written. so if an story was written where the creator may not be comfortable with, or had an theme that the creator was against, then it wouldn't be enjoyable for the creator as it is for others.

make sense? I just want to make sure that this sort of thing is enjoyable for everyone. ^^;;

Aurora Moon
make sense?

Of course Aurora, It's your challenge; Your rules :wink:
Good reasoning too :D

good move A.M. I think thats very fair :smt023

CC was smiling. or perhaps smirking was a better word. No matter the nomenclature, CC was winning, and as she ran her hand over the tattooed stars on her bicep she cocked her head to stare down her opponent.

Pinky glowered. There was no justice in this world and the proof was sitting across from her. The devil incarnate would have been kinder in similar situations, she reckoned. She had to answer the challenge- she just didn't know if she could. The Colonel was not one to suffer insult. But she also knew that if she started to burn bridges she would never finish this war her way- and CC would take all the bloody time in the world, and use any carnage necessary. They had both seen the card- they knew what they had to do.

So with nails bitten down to the quick and the hints of sleepless circles beginning to form beneath her eyes, Pinky drew a long inward breath and reached across the table to turn the hourglass that sat on the tabletop between them.
Madly, Pinky grasped the blue colored pencil, leaving the purple and the red for CC, and sketched two wild circles bearing no reselmbence to eachother, a cylinder, a triangle...

"Sex!"
Pinky chucked the pencil across the room and glowered at the sailor who sat next to CC and made the unwanted utterance. Then her eyes shifted to the dumb-founded sailor who sat next to her scratching his head while looking at the image Pinky had drawn. "That's supposed to be sex?"

Pinky grabbed the paper, waded it and torpedoed it at his head. "Yes you moron! If you weren't a bloody wanker of a virgin you might have gotten it!"

CC relished the fury that Pinky exuded and gave a wink as she moved her game piece a few spaces forward, landing on the final square. "That would be my win, ~Punky~."

She shot daggers, getting to her feet in such a huff that the chair fell behind her. "You bawdy whore!" With a rush of air and a turn of her hip she was gone for the exit, but she left one last sentence for CC's ear, "You may have won at Pictionary- but you will not win the War."


~*~
*chuckles* I love their relationship- purely heterosexually of course.

Hahaha! I was thinking that was pictionary :-D
hehehehe! Yet another aspect of the stroy. Brilliant. You've got their relationship down nicely, and all that swearing at the sailors too. Pinky's crazy sexuality and Cc's snideness!
BrillianT.

Yea, uhm... I'm not Brittish, so I have no idea if those profanities exist. Thats my limited "Love Actually" knowledge, right there.

Hahaha! They’re good general swearwords. “bloody Wanker” is one of my faves. I suppose "jerk" or "jerk-off" could be the American equivelenet, but they aren't quite as bad and don't have the same full application... Maybe "asshole" is closer? This is interesting, I'm going to start a new thread on it.