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Hardcore.Pwnography
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Short story battle

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Voting Style: Open Point System: 7 Point
Started: 12/20/2011 Category: Miscellaneous
Updated: 5 years ago Status: Post Voting Period
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Calvincambridge

Pro

You know the drill
Hardcore.Pwnography

Con

I accept, but please, explain to me this drill.
Debate Round No. 1
Calvincambridge

Pro

Calvincambridge forfeited this round.
Hardcore.Pwnography

Con

Okay looks like I'll be posting the first story then.

Meat
A Short Story by: HardCore.Pwnography

When the First World War ended people were celebrating. It was finally all over, all of the pain and suffering was over. It was the war to end all wars. They were wrong. When the First World War ended, the world went into what was called, The Great Depression. Countries had spent too much money on war and when it ended the stock market crashed. Suddenly food and water were the new gold and silver. The pain and suffering started again. Many families went poor and when they couldn’t afford anything, many companies went bankrupt. But there was one solution to all of this, cannibalism. Some people went cannibalistic and started to eat other people. The government wanted to put a stop to this inhumane act. They banned it. Many companies stopped doing this, but some still practiced it in secret. They sold their meat cheap saying that it wasn’t human meat.

In an old, smelly warehouse a baby was born. This baby was the first baby to be born into the world during The Great Depression. With no food or water growing up, this baby was the very unfortunate. This girl’s name was Mary. She did well in school, got the highest grades in her class and made a lot of friends. But one thing that she always wondered about was that why her friends were always complaining about not having enough meat to eat. Every month Mary’s father brought back a bag of meat and every month Mary and her mother were thankful for that. The meat always tasted different. Sometimes it was rather tasty, other times bitter, and other times it had a salty taste, but mostly it was just plain sour. But Mary didn’t care about how it tasted for that she was always thankful that she had enough food.

As Mary was growing up she wondered if she could bring some meat to school to share it. When she was walking out the door to school her father stopped her and searched her bag. He found the meat in a bag. Mary was yelled at by her father. He explained that a new law was made that meat couldn’t be carried outside without a permit. Mary had no idea what a permit was but she decided to believe her father.

When Mary was seven years old her mother died. She could remember the night very clearly. In the morning just before Mary left for school, her mother went shopping for food. Mary wondered if she had a permit. When Mary came back from school her mother hadn’t come home yet. When Mary’s father came home she asked him where mother was.

“I’ll go find her.” Mary’s father said.

Her parents were gone for a few hours. When Mary’s father came back he was holding a bag of meat.

“Your mother was hit by a car. I buried her in her family cemetery.” Mary’s father said sadly.

Her father set up the stove to cook the new meat. The meat smelled delicious. That night Mary and her father ate in silence. She poked the red juicy meat with her fork. It felt soft and made a squish sound whenever she pressed down on it. She cut off a piece of the meat with her knife, and a watery liquid oozed onto her plate. The meat tasted very sweet.

When Mary was nine she was very lonely. After her mother died she became sad and depressed. She wouldn’t talk to her friends anymore and her grades in school began to drop. One day her father took Mary to a walk in the park to try to cheer her up. The park was small. A lot of the homeless people in the town slept here. As Mary was walking through the park holding her father’s hand she saw an old man in dirty rags. He was lying down and his eyes were half closed.

“Father, can we give the poor man some meat?” Mary asked.

Her father said no and explained that if you don’t do well in school then you won’t get a job and you’ll become like that man.

“What is your job?” Mary asked her father.

“I work for the government. I take away dead bodies and bury them so the streets aren’t filled with dead people.” Her father replied.

Her father walked Mary home and told her to wait for him in the house. He said that he left his coat on the park bench. As her father opened the front door again to leave, the wind blew open the closet door. Her father’s coat was hanging in the closet.

As Mary waited in the house, she wondered why her father had lied to her. She felt hurt that he didn’t trust her. Suddenly, the door opened as her father came home. He had brought back a bag of meat. The meat that Mary ate that night tasted bitter and sour.

When Mary was twelve she had gotten a job as a messenger. She would run around the town delivering letters to people. She did this for 2 months. Mary had seen poor people, rich people, and people in between. She wouldn’t get a lot of money doing this, but it was enough to buy a few candies every week. Mary was very honest with her customers, she never looked at the notes she was given.

In the morning Mary was given a note from her father. She was given an address and was told to deliver the note to a man named Phil after school. Mary was excited at delivering the note. It was the first note from her father. As Mary was running toward the address given by her father, she passed many houses. The sun was quickly setting and still Mary couldn’t find the address. She began to panic. She took out a few grape jolly ranchers in an attempt to calm herself down.

She wandered aimlessly around, alone. The wind was fierce, and tugged at her skirt. Everyone else was indoors, taking shelter from the harsh wind. She turned the street corner and saw a man walking down the road. She ran towards him, and frantically asked where the address of the customer was. The man gave Mary directions which she followed.

Just before the sun was setting she arrived at a big warehouse. She looked down on the address printed on the letter and the address painted on the warehouse door. It was the same.

The warehouse had a horrendous smell emanating from it and it looked very old. For some reason, the smell seemed familiar to Mary, and reminded her of her childhood. Curiously, it smelled alot like the meat she was given to eat by her father.

Mary knocked on the door and it opened slowly by itself. She stepped in and a gust of wind made the note fall out of her hands. When Mary picked it up she accidentally opened it. The note read: “She’s the last one you’ll be getting today. I will send more supplies tomorrow.”

Eerily, the door creaked shut behind her, as if by itself. And that was the last time Mary saw the sunset.

In Mary’s home her father was reading a newspaper. The headline said: “Stock Markets Finally Back Up!” He got up and cooked some meat. Within a few minutes he was done. He thought a feast of fresh meat was the best way to celebrate the end of the depression. It was the sweetest and most tender thing he ever eaten. Oddly enough, the meat tasted faintly of grape jolly ranchers.
Debate Round No. 2
Calvincambridge

Pro

Calvincambridge forfeited this round.
Hardcore.Pwnography

Con

Really, another forfeit?
For the amusement of myself, and other DDO members, I will post another short story.

The Forfeiting DDO Member
A Short Story by: HardCore.Pwnography

Once upon a time, there lived a debater on debate.org. His name was Calvincambridge. He had a 3% win ratio, and was the 55th percentile. One day, he decidedd to instigate a short story debate. Some awesome guy, whose name was HardCore.Pwnography decided to accept, as he did enjoy these kinds of debates.

Excited to post his first story, HardCore.Pwnography eagerly awaited Calvincambridge's story. One day passed, HardCore.Pwnography grew restless. Two days passed, HardCore.Pwnography started to doubt that Calvincambridge would ever post a story. Three days passed, and Calvincambridge forfeited his first round of debate. Obviously he was too scared to go up again HardCore.Pwnography, as he pwns people hard.

HardCore.Pwnography had spent the last three days perfecting his story. Meat, he called it. It was the best short story written in the history of short stories. He posted it onto debate.org, and basked in the glorious story that was called Meat. Another three days passed. Calvincambridge had forfeited again!

Bored, with nothing much to do, HardCore.Pwnography decided to entertain himself, as well as many other ddo members, with a story he made up on the spot. It was this story. It was the funniest story ever written in the history of funny short stories.

Inevitably, Calvincambridge will forfeit again. This is the tale of the DDO member who always forfeits. This is the tale of Calvincambridge.
Debate Round No. 3
Calvincambridge

Pro

Calvincambridge forfeited this round.
Hardcore.Pwnography

Con

Wow this is a lame debate.

I'm willing to bet that Calvincambridge will forfeit the next round too.

I know I'm supposed to post a short story, but I really don't want to spend the effort to make one up when my opponent keeps forfeiting.

So, I guess, Vote Con.
Debate Round No. 4
Calvincambridge

Pro

Calvincambridge forfeited this round.
Hardcore.Pwnography

Con

Well, nothing much to say here, except vote CON!

Pro has forfeited all of his rounds, lol.
Debate Round No. 5
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Posted by 16kadams 5 years ago
16kadams
that's not why the great depression happened. If it was due to spending then we would have had it happened early 1920's, but those there gr economic times. late 20's early 30's is when it started. started because everyone was loaning money to buy stocks ad get rich but then the banks said we have no money loan tomorrow. So the stock market crash we entered hell.
Posted by Hardcore.Pwnography 5 years ago
Hardcore.Pwnography
Wow he has a 7% win ratio...
Posted by BlackVoid 5 years ago
BlackVoid
F-16, he means a power-drill.
Posted by F-16_Fighting_Falcon 5 years ago
F-16_Fighting_Falcon
Calvincambridge is a troll. There is no "drill." He is just trolling.
Posted by Maikuru 5 years ago
Maikuru
Cool.
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Vote Placed by 16kadams 5 years ago
16kadams
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Vote Placed by PeacefulChaos 5 years ago
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