CHRISTMAS COMPETITION 2013
Okay, it's time for another site competition!
THE RULES- You can enter anything you like. Any part of time or space, any poem, song, short story, mini-game, game scenario, artwork, piece of drama, monologue, whatever.
- Up to two entries per person, and no more than one entry in the same format (so a song and a game would be fine, two poems wouldn't be).
- Entries will be judged on:
----- a) interpretation of the prompt
----- b) originality/creativity of idea, and
----- c) excellence/execution of the project/piece
- Marks will be given out of ten for each section by a team of three independent judges (who is still to be confirmed)
- There is no real prize except kudos, publicity and bragging rights - the top five entries will be featured in a ranked post on the Exilian front page, non-citizen winners can obviously put it in citizenship applications, admins may choose to give triumph points for good entries, and top entries will also be featured on our Facebook and Twitter.
THE PROMPT
Is...
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MOUNTAIN
Please submit your entries in this thread by no later than the 7th January 2013.
OML MOUNTAIN
Welp, this is doing well :(
I haven't forgotten, just busy with holiday junk. We have until the end of the month (and can always extend). :)
Down the glorious mountain
Here comes, he's whispering.
A devoted easterner
Hillmen John Sir Hamilton.
As he reached Exilian,
He has posted to Jubal
And submitted an entry
Yes, of poetry.
Up the glorious mountain
Grazes a petite, small pig.
He has heard from his big dad
That downhill next to that lad'
Has been found a stranger Cat
Speaking of good ol' Marx.
As my poem comes to end
I just have to press the "send".
But I feel so sleepy now...
Merry Christmas, Commie Cow....
My entry, The Lonely Mountain at the time of The Hobbit Part 1, oil on canvas:
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I think I'll call this poem... "The Mountain". It's so original!
From the snowy peeks,
To the dark caves deep.
From the strong roots,
To the slopes so steep.
I will find the answer,
To this wonder to behold.
What is it that makes it,
So beautiful, yet so old.
What can I find on it's slopes,
Except for snow and cold?
What about the caves,
With a story unseen, untold.
The mountain, unaffected by age,
But forever growing old,
The natural beauty,
With a story never told.
Shall we extend to 10 Jan to get a couple more entries?
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We could not do, but I'm not going to get mine finished by the end of the day. :P
I'm just joking. Please continue.
1 week extension added.
Now I can enter another! :o
Not sure how I could top that though. :P
Exilian, I have written you a story :) It's not very good as it was a bit of a rush, but hopefully quite readable - it's in a style that's really meant to be spoken rather than read, but it reads alright I think.
Spoiler
Tammin and the Mountain
This is a story of Tammin. Some of you may have heard of Tammin, and some of you may not; but he was a very wise man, and he lived in the Hidden Kingdom, far from these western and windswept isles, where the stars are strange, and there are a great many tales of him to be told.
Somewhere in the north of the Hidden Kingdom, there lies a mountain that they call the Silver Spire. It is tall, taller than the highest mountain this side of Constantinople; it is steep, and no paths wind up its slopes; and its peak, covered in snow, sparkles like the finest glinting silver. But the Silver Spire is no friend to men, or to any of the other creatures who walk the earth; the mountain is fickle, and it was said that on the Silver Spire no man could walk where they pleased.
Now, the great King, Prester John, decided on a contest for the young men of his court. He made a proclamation, loud and clear (for when Prester John speaks, no heralds or trumpets are needed; his voice is loud and deep enough of its own to fill the valley his castle sits in). He proclaimed that whosoever should be able to bring him a small, round pebble from the top of the Silver Spire should be given the entire valley below the mountain; and it was a rich and a pleasant place, with a village and a stream and a forest and a hundred cows and a hundred villagers.
Two people stepped forwards to try their luck; the first was a great soldier, strong and brave and quick. The second was a priest – not like the parish parsons of this little country but a missionary, clever and firm on his feet. No other was to be found until Tammin stood – Tammin who was then but young, and worked carrying scrolls for the Vizier, and was one of the least people in the castle – and asked if he could be given a try. The older men both agreed, laughing and glad of what they thought would be easy competition.
Each was given a week to prepare for the task, and anything they wished for in that time. The soldier went out to the yard, practising climbing the bare face of the castle. The priest studied the contours of the mountain, and prayed night and day for luck, and blessed each part of his equipment nine times for good measure. But Tammin just sat and read what he pleased, and talked to the cats, and played a hundred games of chess with the serving-men, and wandered up and down the castle.
After the week was done, they set off; the soldier, the priest, and the scribe's boy.
On the road they first met a cat; and the priest shooed it out of his way, and the soldier aimed a kick at it, and not minding it they kept walking. But Tammin knelt down and gave it a rub behind the ears, distracted from his quest; and so the other men went ahead of him.
The next thing they met was a Golem, abandoned by some long-gone master; this time the soldier saw it first, but walked past it, for golems were servants, and base, and beneath his concern. The priest looked at it a moment, then strode to the other side of the road, for golems were thought of as sorcerous, their brains forged in wizardry. But Tammin, when he reached the Golem, brushed the moss off it, and told it the time of day; and so the other men went further ahead of him.
At last they got to the village beneath the mountain; and a man with a donkey was staying there, and he challenged them to a game of chess (not the chess you or I would play; this was the Old Chess, and like all things in the Hidden Kingdom was much finer and nobler than the lesser things the world outside puts up with). The soldier made his excuses and hurried past. The priest sniffed at the frivolity of the game, stalking by. It was an hour later when Tammin turned up; and he and the man with the donkey talked a while, delaying him still further; and then he sat down and began to play, and the older men left him far behind.
Onto the slopes of the mountain ventured the soldier and the priest: but they both walked tall, and proud, and the Silver Spire has little love for humans. They found screes at every turn, and trees and boulders, and the trees shook their branches and the snows tumbled left and right, and they found that though they eventually got past, it was true that on the Silver Spire no man could walk where they pleased.
Then there came the place where the rock was steepest, and there the soldier and the priest struggled further; the soldier pulled himself up, rock after rock, but tiring and going slower with every inch. The priest worked his way along the contours, but taking time, slow and painstaking. And they found again that it was true; on the Silver Spire, no man could walk where they pleased.
Finally they scrambled up to the peak, and there searched, stone after stone, wishing their eyes were younger, until eventually each found a stone that seemed just about round enough; and then they descended, slowly and carefully; and each now knew he would have to race the other back to the king's court, but until they were off the mountain neither started out quickly, for they were wary of the Silver spire and did not walk as they pleased.
And what do you think they found, as they both rushed down the road, over hill and river, towards the castle?
The court! All in procession, silks and flags billowing in the last breezes of spring, music playing on harp and zither... and in the middle of it all, Tammin riding next to Prester John, bedecked as the new lord of the valley.
"How is this possible?" the men asked, backing away. "We left the boy far behind us. Either he is a cheat or he is a mighty conjuror, to have accomplished such a feat."
And then Tammin replied to them: "When I needed to know how to walk so none would mind me I asked the cat, for everyone knows that cats will always walk where they please. And it was the golem who carried me where the rock was steepest, for he could not tire. And then when we got back to the village I hopped on a donkey, for I had beaten the man there quite soundly at his chessboard, and rode all the way back to the court of Prester John."
And then the men fell into the procession, embarrassed; for a boy had with the sound of his voice and the sharpness of his eyes and the cunning of his mind done what neither great study of the scriptures or long years of training in the field could achieve.
And Tammin was for ever after known both for his cunning and his humanity; and in days long after, when he was a very wise man and a very great hero, he would always tell his story to the children of the valley beneath the Silver Spire, where only Tammin of all men had walked as he pleased – and remind them to always be kind to their cats.
Right: ENTRIES CLOSED
Now to find some judges...
ages come, and ages gone,
the mountain stands,
from dusk to dawn,
its only friend,
the river bend,
with all that flows,
never moves,
never goes,
ages come , ages gone,
the ancient mountain stands alone,
river stays,
but will not speak,
for it feels small,
under its friends great peaks,
yet never moves,
never goes,
the endless eons,
ne'er moving,
the mountains grinding,
the rivers grooving,
yet eternal silence,
upon the wind,
is the only sound,
that they will find,
mountain tall, river low,
the sands of time , shall always flow
Ooh, okay, late entry, fair enough, we'll allow :)
Welcome to Exilian, Icetank! How did you find us, btw?
uh, idek, i got bored of another forum and remember seeing the name in google
Or you heard me and Death Nade talking about it...
probably
Right, I'll probably advertise externally for judges, I think?
I win.
I finally posted on impossible to ask for some random people to judge, let's see who we get :P
If anyone wants to watch the discussion of the judging process, as done by crowdsourcing judges from impossible.com, this link should hopefully work:
http://www.impossible.com/WMMMj2VlzgyO3U8UZcOGH26ji93Eqxyj0
ALL THE JUDGEMENTS ARE IN!
Judge 1 (gwx30):
QuoteLet the judging commence:
Well, firstly let me please say what a privilege to be able to receive and measure such unique and original work - and of course a big thank you to all the entrants, your efforts are much appreciated and brought me at least a warm tingly glow.
So, the 5 entrants, in order of submission:
Lenin Cat:
A fantastic python-esque narrative that takes the reader upon a brief LSD trip that conjures a visual treat of an Orwellian animal farm with the soundtrack of an early Elton John. Much kudos here both for originality and linking in with the site.
----- a) interpretation of the prompt 7.5/10 – minus .5 for a tenuous mountain link...!
----- b) originality/creativity of idea 9/10
----- c) excellence/execution of the project/piece 8/10
24/30
Comrade General:
Excellent work, which must have taken a lot of effort so – wow – if you did this for this competition, hats off to you sir. Definitely an interesting take on the Hobbit and the descriptions from the book, I find it fascinating what each person takes from it and the images its words conjure.
----- a) interpretation of the prompt 9/10
----- b) originality/creativity of idea 9/10
----- c) excellence/execution of the project/piece 7/10
25/30
A Khan:
A literal take on the prompt and a moving piece, showing an artistry and deepness of thought that took me by surprise. It poses existential questions that many readers can postulate; what has this mountain seen, what ages of man have climbed its peaks, is there an underlying sexual innuendo that only the depraved can appreciate?!
----- a) interpretation of the prompt 10/10
----- b) originality/creativity of idea 7/10 – minus 1 mark deducted for perceived smut!
----- c) excellence/execution of the project/piece 7/10
24/30
Jubal:
Well, if Comrade General gains points for effort, you certainly are on a par given the length and thought that went into this epic tale of fortitude, wisdom and generosity. One has to say that, being very true to the guidelines, I would have much preferred for the soldier to hack Tammin and the priest into small pieces, feed them to the cat and then in turn, cook it for lunch. That is just me, and I do have a lot of issues around cats and exes called Tamsin. Chances are if your hero was named Bob, you would have won.
----- a) interpretation of the prompt 9/10
----- b) originality/creativity of idea 1/10 – minus 7 marks for reminding me of a girlfriend that broke my heart and stole my cat.
----- c) excellence/execution of the project/piece 7/10
17/30
IceTank:
Again, a melancholy and thoughtful prose on the prompt in question, despite reference to 70's disco in the second verse. It did however make me laugh and lift spirits, at the right pivot in the piece to warrant a sturdy and appreciate round of applause.
----- a) interpretation of the prompt 8/10
----- b) originality/creativity of idea 8/10
----- c) excellence/execution of the project/piece 6/10 – minus 2 marks for missing the deadline, twice!
22/30
In summary, a fantastic pleasure in reading your work. It is also truly amazing how humbly I started reading only to turn into Simon Cowell towards the end. It is true, absolute power corrupts absolutely! It was honestly very difficult to decide who should win, and to whom the laurel placed, that allows the bearer to politely gloat on their artistic superiority over fellow forum members.
I hope I have treated your efforts with both the respect you all deserve, and the humour which seems prevalent within your community. Whilst it always seems a shame to call someone a 'winner' and someone a 'loser' – Jubal is obviously a complete bastard and that wh*re Tammy can tie a golem to her feet and jump off the mountain into the lake.
And congratulations to Comrade General, the worthy winner, whose artistry is on a par with all of you, however the massive effort involved slightly tipped the balance.
*If it turns out the picture was re-purposed for this competition and not painted for it uniquely, they lose 10 points for Lance Armstrong type skulduggery*
Comrade General: 25
Lenin Cat:24.5
A Khan: 24
Ice Tanks: 22
Jubal: 18
Judge 2 (matthewsmazes):
QuoteHere's my rankings and some notes for each.
****
1st- Jubal's story (30 points)
2nd- comrade_general's painting (28 points)
3rd- (two tied) A Khan's poem (26 points)
3rd- (two tied) Icetank's poem (26 points)
4th- Lenin Cat's poem (22 points)
**
A Khan
A) 10 points for "Interpretation of the prompt"
B) 8 points for "Originality/Creativity of the idea"
C) 8 points for "Excellence/Execution of the project"
I liked the choice to rhyme the lines in each stanza. It flows nicely. Used 'old' as a rhyme more than once, though. In a poem of only 4 stanzas, you might consider finding unique rhymes for each stanza instead of relying twice on one word.
**
Comrade_General
A) 10 points for "Interpretation of the prompt"
B) 8 points for "Originality/Creativity of the idea"
C) 10 points for "Excellence/Execution of the project"
Excellent painting, comrade_general! The depiction of fog at the base of the mountain is very well done, and that's a difficult thing to paint.
**
Jubal story
A) 10 points for "Interpretation of the prompt"
B) 10 points for "Originality/Creativity of the idea"
C) 10 points for "Excellence/Execution of the project"
Great story, Jubal! Unique blend of folklore and adventure story.
**
Icetank
A) 10 points for "Interpretation of the prompt"
B) 8 points for "Originality/Creativity of the idea"
C) 8 points for "Excellence/Execution of the project"
I enjoyed this poem very much. It reminded me of the "Cold Mountain" poems of Han Shan. They are personal favorites of mine.
**
Lenin Cat
A) 6 points for "Interpretation of the prompt"
B) 8 points for "Originality/Creativity of the idea"
C) 8 points for "Excellence/Execution of the project"
I enjoyed the humor in this piece. It made me smile. The mountain could have been exhibited more in the piece to help improve the score overall.
Judge 3 (amakash):
QuoteResults as follows:
1st place > The story - total score 26 (prompt - 9, originality - 9, execution 8) - I thought a lot of time and effort had gone into it and it was a very original interpretation of the image.
2nd - joint - with total scores of 24 > Poem by Icetank (Prompt - 9, Originality - 8, Execution - 7) - I thought it was a good interpretation of the prompt and I liked the original approach to describing the relationship between the river and the mountain > Painting -(Prompt - 9, Originality - 7, Execution - 8) - good interpretation and clearly a lot of time and effort gone into it. I liked the ethereal style of execution
3rd - total score of 20 > Poem by Lenin Cat (Prompt - 6, Originality - 7, Execution - 7) Not as strong an interpretation of the prompt, but I thought it was quite original
4th - total score 19 > Poem by A Khan (Prompt - 8, Originality - 5, Execution - 6) - a good effort and interpretation of the prompt, but I felt the execution wasn't a strong as some of the others and it lacked some originality.
Thus totalling scores:
COMRADE_GENERAL 25 + 28 + 24 = 77/90
JUBAL 18 + 30 + 26 = 74/90
ICETANK 22 + 26 + 24 = 72/90
A KHAN 24 + 26 + 19 = 69/90
LENIN CAT 24.5 + 22 + 20 = 66.5/90
I thus declare COMRADE_GENERAL the competition winner by a three point margin, with JUBAL the runner-up. Congratulations to everyone who took part, all very respectable scores indeed.
Quote from: comrade_general on January 10, 2014, 02:33:38 PM
I win.
;D
Please let gwx30 know that I did indeed do the painting just for this competition. ;)
And please let him know I'm very sorry to hear about the cat theft.
Unpinned.