For the second straight week we have called on your collective creative writing skills in order to determine whom, from among the many, can stand apart as a winner. And once again you guys blew us away with the amazingly awesome myths and fairy tales you came up with. Sadly, though, there is only one copy of Fable II to be given away, and so our judges once again had their work cut out for them.

The ballots are in, and here are your Fable II top three finishers:

In third place we have Ill Ninja with this metered tale:

 

one day, a little mustached man
hatched another daring plan
to get the princess in the castle
cause she was always a hassle
but there was a giant evil lizard
who was accompanied by a small reptilian wizard
he had a younger brother
dressed i green
and a fat rival
who was unreasonably mean
their journey was trecherous
and the fat man was lecherous
the continued their journey
with the deserts burning
and shifting sands
freezing lands
and fiery hands
with the journey coming to a close
and with the two bros.
arrive at the castle
"what a hassle"
said the younger brother with relief
" but we will get that princess stealing thief!"
through the castle
and over spikes
the brothers fight
and when the end comes
they burned their bums
they beat the lizard
and the dirty wizard
"you have been such a hassle" said the older brother
yet a small man came out and said
" im sorry, the princess is in another castle"

 

Second Place is awarded to Player Oni and his love story:

 

A Tale of Two Pixels:
The Story of Bit and Dot

 

Bit and Dot spent all their time together. They were in an inseparable duo, invariably bonded by love and affection for one another. They passed most of their days blasting through game after game. They'd seen empires rise and fall in Civilization, been witness to the frontline devastation in StarCraft, and even remained unscathed from the rockets of Unreal Tournament. Regardless of the danger they faced it side-by-side, unwilling to budge. Eventually, though, they met a game that they just could not conquer.

The game began in a white cell. It was safe, serene, and clinical. Bit and Dot laughed, knowing this would be no challenge, and at first it wasn't. There was box moving and button pushing, the standard fare. But then... the portals came. Bit and Dot held one another, having never seen something like it before. As they passed through the first portal, they felt its pull trying to tear them apart, but they clinged together with as much strength as they had.

This went on for a while, passing through portal after portal. Eventually, Bit and Dot could hold onto each other no longer. Their grip slipped and they were pulled into opposite sides of the screen. All they could do was reach out and cry for each other, watching as their partner faded into the distance. The separation pained more than anything they had ever known, but they were not defeated. Each rose up and began to run, forcing their way through a crowd of other pixels, pushing them out of the way and yelling for each other.

The portals, however, did not stop. They kept coming and swooping Bit or Dot into a vortex, dumping them onto another part of the screen, surrounded by foreign pixels. Each time they would start anew, digging through the crowd, searching for their partner. This went on for what seemed like ages, completely sapping the energy of both pixels. Yet even when they felt like they had no energy left, they struggled on, yearning for their lost lover.

Their persistence did not go unrewarded either. They did find one another, in the center of the screen. The feeling of relief was immeasurable, and as the portals flew by they huddled together, happy to again be in each other's embrace. Unfortunately, the journey had taken its toll on both Bit and Dot and it had been too much to take. As they held one another, they passed away into a death no amount of screen refreshes could bring them back from.

To this day Bit and Dot remain there, a blazing red crosshair of love to be used for all time.

 

First place, the title of the best neo-mythologist, and a brand new copy of Fable II, go to Dix Thix and his dark look at the Mushroom Kingdom:

 

It was a dark and stormy night. The stagecoach tore through the woods almost as fast as lightning pierced the sky. The horses feet struggled to keep up with their heads. In the distance, the doctor could see the faint lights of town twisting through the trees. He glanced down to make sure he had everything. His bag. His stethoscope. Medication in every color of the rainbow. He scooped up his belongings just as the coach cleared the treeline and halted in front of the town's square. He stepped out, thanked his driver for accomodating his urgency, and paid him 5 coins.

 

In town, everything seemed as it should. In fact, aside from the storm, it had been a great day. The women were calling their children inside and closing their shudders while the men closed up their shops and shuffled home. The doctor placed a hand on one surprisingly large fellow's shoulder to grab his attention. The man spun and looked down at the stranger.

"Yes? How can I help h'you?"

"A'please sir. I needa to see the mayor ova your town, apronto!"

"I'm sorry, but in fact the mayor died in his home just this mornin'. Returned from out of town last night lookin' just fine but never woke. Nobody's quite the wiser'bout what did happen."

"Oh a-no...it's aworse than I thought! Please, you musta gather youra family and head to the nexta town. It'sa not safe here!"

"Now hold it right there. Ain't no way, ain't no how I'm abandnin' my home just because some...what're you, a nurse...came into town an said so."

"Aplease! I am a medical doctor and omma warning you, there is a virus asweepin' through! It'sa already taken the mayor!"

Of course, the man would not yield. The doctor tried his luck with a dozen other villagers to no avail. Defeated, he made his way to Lakitu Inn down the road, arranged himself a room, and slept.

In the morning, he combed his mustache and went at it again. You see, to the doctor, his degrees and certificates came with a moral obligation. It was his responsibility, he reasoned, to not just heal illness, but to do everything he could to prevent it. He should've known it would be no easy task.

For three days the doctor scurried through town having the same urgent conversations with the same disinterested faces. It became clear that it was no use. With one final warning, he bid the town folk ado, wished them luck, and climbed aboard the stagecoach. It turned and headed south toward the next town.

As luck would have it, it wasn't more than half-a-minute that the doctor had been gone when the virus swept into town. It flowed down the roads and poured into homes. Tiny red, yellow, and blue organisms marching and chomping their way to total devastation. Somewhere, the surprisingly large man called out for the doctor's help but, of course, it was far too late. Perhaps the other people of other towns in other worlds would heed the word of the good Dr. Mario.

The moral is clear.

 

Huge thanks to all of the entries, and an extra congratulations to all the winners. Stay tuned to Gamervision to find out how you can score a copy of LittleBigPlanet!

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