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The great titaniawaking gave me this idea, because I don't think much sometimes. I'm attempting to explain FPS to the common, unenlightened folk who will be reading my college applications. I started writing out all the awards I've won (ohhh would my little "Additional Information" box be sparse with this thing...) and realized it would mean absolutely nothing
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The octopus one was fifth place junior, as I said earlier. BUT, it was from a middle school, indicating that the kid was in sixth grade. Not to insult the kid, but I think it's worth it to buy the scenario booklet to read this thing.
It begins, "AHHGGGG my tentacle, my beautifly tentacle!" I screamed in blinding pain.
The whole thing is from the point of view of an Aristole, on of the "super-smart, oil-sensitive octopi" species.
"The suction saucers on the backs of my tentacles stood up like the way a human's hair on their neck sticks up when something is creeping up behind them."
Then the worst: "Right ahead of me was a wall of crude oil being driven toward me by the underwater current. The wall of oil stretched as far as the eye could see in either direction." Ever seen a picture of an oil spill.
Talking about an ocean trash dump: "My surroundings were so dead and barren, it would even depress someone who had just won the lottery!... The main mound of waste reached from the ocean floor to above the water level. It was equivalent to an iceberg; ten percent above sea level, ninety percent below."
"And believe me you; that dead stare [of decapitated corpses] would make the knees of even the stoutest man turn to jelly."
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I'm not SW this year -- couch transitions issues. :p I was going to, but oh well. I guess I've got enough on my plate already. But with scenarios like that...
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COACH transition issues, not COUCH
whoops
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