It is time to begin the great, democratic process! We’ve had all sorts of entries from all sorts of people who took all sorts of interpretations on “Something is broken”. We laughed, we cried, we did stuff in between! What’s interesting about this contest is that some artists made multiple entries! So we’re going to adjust the voting a bit. It’s still the same point system: you vote for your top five favorites, with the first place vote getting five points, the second getting four, the third getting three, the fourth getting two, and the fifth getting one.
However, to not dilute voting, we’re going to have you vote for individual artists. You’ll still pick your preferred pieces, but we’ll count the votes as going towards the artist. The votes will represent a number and a letter. Each artist gets a number, and each of their entries gets a letter if they made more than one entry.
Here is an example vote:
The numbers will be tallied. If entries 9, 3, and 26 were to win a place then their letters would be tallied up, to see which entry was their top entry.
Okay, now that I’ve written a thesis on that, let us do what free people do in a free society and vote!
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Broken - A RWBY Tale
“Good to see you here on Patch again, Qrow.” A middle-aged Faunus bartender said to the Hunstman sitting at one of the many empty stools at the bar.
Qrow Branwen, who had been busy losing his sobriety, lazily raised his head to look at the man speaking to him, squinting to help his eyes focus. “Sorry...who are you?”
The bearded Faunus' thick eyebrows rose in surprise. “Zerrin. You've come to my bar many times.”
“Right...” Qrow was deep into his fourth shot of the night and wasn't showing any signs of slowing down. The background noises of the other people in the joint had already begun to sound distant and muffled to him. “I'll take another round, Zorro-”
“-And leave the bottle. I'm expecting company.” The Huntsman said, sighing heavily.
“A hot date?” The blond bartender guessed, pulling out a new bottle of whiskey from his shelves and slid it over to Qrow.
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Forlorn Chapter 8 - Beneath the SurfaceSo, this is not the full chapter. It is merely the second half of it -- I am submitting it to the main RWBY group's first challenge contest, which requires for something -- anything, as long as it is something -- to be broken. Chapter 1 of Forlorn won second place in the 2015 Summer Contest, so I'm aiming for first place this time! I hope you like this excerpt!
Everything is not okay. It never was.
They'd learned to move on, of course, and live happily despite Summer's absence, but even that was a lie. Taiyang had never recovered entirely. Ruby still spoke to her mom's gravestone. Their uncle Qrow was constantly drunk. Yang…
Well, Yang had been told, shortly after the news of her death, that Summer hadn't even been her biological mother. Fancy that. Yang had wasted years of her life searching for the woman who had given birth to her, seeking answers and closure that she thought wou
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Voting will close on the 24th of June, 2017!