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Community Writing Contest!

OP UK1V

[THIS COMPETITION HAS CONCLUDED]

Hello everyone and welcome to a new Halo Community Writing Contest! Wether you’re new or a veteran to these give it a try! You’ll be amazed at how creative your mind can be!

**IMPORTANT NEWS**
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[With the lack of a badge I’ll offer up a $25 XBL Gift Voucher to the winner!!]
For the time being, there aren’t any Forum Badges available for this contest. This is purely a fun activity for everyone in the community to get involved in. I’ll happily keep a record of winners from each contest however, that way in the future if the badge is reinstated you’ll receive it! Some of you I’ve spoken with in the past about resurrecting this, and although I’m no Flugel Meister, I’ll do my best to host these new Community Writing Contests!!

So let’s get started!

This contest will be about creating the scene as an ODST making their first drop into battle. You can choose to drop solo or with your unit. There’s a twist however. You can only write about your way to the drop zone and the drop itself. Once you’ve hit the ground and that door opens your story ends.

This is a chance for you to create an interesting experience from the perspective of an ODST making their first drop into live combat. Be sure to take the time to create and understand your character/s before writing. I’m looking to see how well you can execute your character/s and how well you write them into your given situation. BE CREATIVE! And good luck!

Here’s a few rules!
  • There is no need to title your story, but feel free.
  • ODST’s as characters only.
  • You are limited to the character limit of 7,500.
  • Do NOT feature other Halo characters. This is an opportunity for your characters to take centre stage. Don’t rely on other well-known characters to help your story.
  • The story period must be set between 2525 – 2558.
  • 1 entry per person
  • The entry must be written by the person submitting it.
  • Entries must be in English
  • Prose entries only. No poems. Sorry.
  • The contest will run until 23.59 PDT July 20th
  • Late entries or those not in line with the listed criteria will be disqualified.
  • Remember to hook the reader at the start. Make a statement. Don't start with pacing the room, looking out of the window or contemplation.
  • Show, don’t tell. Tell has it's place. But showing is better when starting the story.
  • Don’t start your story with a load of adjective-laden description.
Ultimately if you have any questions or feedback feel free to ask me! This is the first contest I’ve created so there may be mistakes. It’ll only get better in the future! Thanks for your support and most importantly HAVE FUN!!

Good luck! :)
Competition Results:


So, before I get into the results I’d like to say a huge thank you to you all for participating! I’m hoping that next time we have an even larger turn out. I will be hosting another competition with another prize for the winner. Each of your stories were unique and captured the emotional atmosphere and humanity of the ODST’s you were writing about which was exactly what I was looking for. You should all be very proud of your short stories and I look forward to seeing what you write about in the future.

With that said here are the competition places:

  1. Dredgen Cain516
  2. SprucePumpkin01
  3. ONI Recon Bravo
This decision was super hard to make as you all did very well! It ultimately came down to small details and how well you utilised the rules, boundaries, and realism within the Halo Universe for your story. Congratulations to you all and please feel free to private message me about any questions queries etc. Stay tuned for the next competition! Enjoy the rest of your week.
Comedic Hermit, I posted this in the wrong place, and requested that this one be locked so the other one could be in the correct place. Since the other is locked instead, is this post able to be moved please? AND not locked! Either into “Halo Universe” or “General Discussion”. I also wasn’t aware that you couldn’t utilise the second post position as I’ve seen other people do it etc, was going to use it to post results as the original post is my template as such, sorry. Thanks for your help.
UK1V wrote:
Comedic Hermit, I posted this in the wrong place, and requested that this one be locked so the other one could be in the correct place. Since the other is locked instead, is this post able to be moved please? AND not locked! Either into “Halo Universe” or “General Discussion”. I also wasn’t aware that you couldn’t utilise the second post position as I’ve seen other people do it etc, was going to use it to post results as the original post is my template as such, sorry. Thanks for your help.
You did post it in the wrong place and one of my colleagues moved it to the correct one. In this case Community creations.
UK1V wrote:
Comedic Hermit, I posted this in the wrong place, and requested that this one be locked so the other one could be in the correct place. Since the other is locked instead, is this post able to be moved please? AND not locked! Either into “Halo Universe” or “General Discussion”. I also wasn’t aware that you couldn’t utilise the second post position as I’ve seen other people do it etc, was going to use it to post results as the original post is my template as such, sorry. Thanks for your help.
You did post it in the wrong place and one of my colleagues moved it to the correct one. In this case Community creations.
Ah geez, like a comedy of errors going on here without the comedy! I’m really sorry then. I had no idea, thank you for being so patient with me. ❤️
“So, where we dropping next?” Sergeant Connor asked. They were in slipspace headed to Reach with the whole 52nd ODST Division, all 125 of them, on board the UNSC Agards Wrath. Lieutenant Quinn, the leader of Foxtrot 9 responded, “Not sure, but if they’re sending the whole division, must be an important place.” “Naw -Yoink-,” Corporal Davis said, as he was cleaning his M6 Spartan Laser. Gunnery Sergeant Jessica asked, “Where you guys think we’re going?” as she was inspecting the scope of her sniper rifle. “Earth maybe?” Private Michael answered. Just as he said that, over the announcement system, “52nd ODST Division please come to the briefing room.” “50 bucks on Earth,” said Connor, as the squad walked out of their living quarters.

There were hundreds of other ODST heading for the briefing room. In the room, Commander John announced, “Well, you must be curious why there are so many of us here, well it’s because the Covenant have found Reach, attacked major cities and we have to take it them back.” There were many reactions in the room, some shocked, some sad, some scared. John continued, “Our objective is to secure Central Eposz, New Alexandria, evacuate the remaining civilians and reboot New Alexandria’s AI. We will drop in 12 hours. Now go rest, you’ll need it.” The squad went to their living quarters to rest. “So, what do you guys think?” Davis asked the group. “At least they got Moa burgers,” Connor responded.

They all chuckled and went to rest. They were woken up by an announcement by Commander John, “All ODST’s we will be arriving on Reach in T-minus 2 hours, please gear up and prepare to drop.” “Let’s go!” Quinn shouted, as he shook and waked everyone up. The entire Foxtrot 9 squad went to the armory to suit up and got their ammo and batteries for their weapons they were cleaning or inspecting. Quinn was armed with an MA5C Assault Rifle and Suppressed Magnum, Connor had a M90 Shotgun and Suppressed SMG, Jessica with the SRS99C Sniper Rifle, Davis armed with a M6 Spartan Laser and a Suppressed SMG and Michael with a Suppressed SMG and Suppressed Magnum. They were all wearing the Default ODST Battle Armor but with slight changes, like Jessica having a Recon Helmet.

By the time they suited up, they were about 10 minutes away from Reach, so they went straight to the drop pod compartment of the ship. They were all in their drop pods and were ready for a combat drop. On their ODST Comms, Commander John announced, “We are out of slipspace and dropping in 5 minutes! Remember this is a hard combat drop, so keep your seatbelts on, currently 1922 hours local time, expect darkness and slight chill when you land. Remember, it’s just like the simulation.” There was silence for a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, all of them were scared, even though most of them had dropped hundreds of times in simulations, in every realistic scenario. “We are dropping in T-minus 15 seconds!” as he counted down there was a beep counting down with him. “8, 7, 6-” silence, the countdown beep was still going. “Abort! Abort! Covenant cruiser detected moving thru the atmosphere!” But it was too late, the pods had launched and it was going straight down.

Panic had consumed some of the ODST’s, but they couldn’t see what was scaring them, but they soon will. Having an enemy cruiser would change their plans significantly. As the pods passed the clouds, they saw it, a covenant cruiser with its glassing port charging. “Is there a way to stop?” Michael shouted in his comm, half knowing the truth. “No,” Davis cried, “This is it.” The cruiser shot its beam, and they saw it, they saw the skyscrapers falling, they could feel the heat. They were scared now, all of them. An AI was counting down in the pod, “Landing in T-minus 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” Bang! The heat was building up in the pods and when the doors open, it wasn’t dark or chilly, but was bright and hot. Private Michael could hear the cries of his friends, teammates and squad members.
“So, where we dropping next?” Sergeant Connor asked. They were in slipspace headed to Reach with the whole 52nd ODST Division, all 125 of them, on board the UNSC Agards Wrath. Lieutenant Quinn, the leader of Foxtrot 9 responded, “Not sure, but if they’re sending the whole division, must be an important place.” “Naw -Yoink-,” Corporal Davis said, as he was cleaning his M6 Spartan Laser. Gunnery Sergeant Jessica asked, “Where you guys think we’re going?” as she was inspecting the scope of her sniper rifle. “Earth maybe?” Private Michael answered. Just as he said that, over the announcement system, “52nd ODST Division please come to the briefing room.” “50 bucks on Earth,” said Connor, as the squad walked out of their living quarters.
There were hundreds of other ODST heading for the briefing room. In the room, Commander John announced, “Well, you must be curious why there are so many of us here, well it’s because the Covenant have found Reach, attacked major cities and we have to take it them back.” There were many reactions in the room, some shocked, some sad, some scared. John continued, “Our objective is to secure Central Eposz, New Alexandria, evacuate the remaining civilians and reboot New Alexandria’s AI. We will drop in 12 hours. Now go rest, you’ll need it.” The squad went to their living quarters to rest. “So, what do you guys think?” Davis asked the group. “At least they got Moa burgers,” Connor responded.
They all chuckled and went to rest. They were woken up by an announcement by Commander John, “All ODST’s we will be arriving on Reach in T-minus 2 hours, please gear up and prepare to drop.” “Let’s go!” Quinn shouted, as he shook and waked everyone up. The entire Foxtrot 9 squad went to the armory to suit up and got their ammo and batteries for their weapons they were cleaning or inspecting. Quinn was armed with an MA5C Assault Rifle and Suppressed Magnum, Connor had a M90 Shotgun and Suppressed SMG, Jessica with the SRS99C Sniper Rifle, Davis armed with a M6 Spartan Laser and a Suppressed SMG and Michael with a Suppressed SMG and Suppressed Magnum. They were all wearing the Default ODST Battle Armor but with slight changes, like Jessica having a Recon Helmet.
By the time they suited up, they were about 10 minutes away from Reach, so they went straight to the drop pod compartment of the ship. They were all in their drop pods and were ready for a combat drop. On their ODST Comms, Commander John announced, “We are out of slipspace and dropping in 5 minutes! Remember this is a hard combat drop, so keep your seatbelts on, currently 1922 hours local time, expect darkness and slight chill when you land. Remember, it’s just like the simulation.” There was silence for a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, all of them were scared, even though most of them had dropped hundreds of times in simulations, in every realistic scenario. “We are dropping in T-minus 15 seconds!” as he counted down there was a beep counting down with him. “8, 7, 6-” silence, the countdown beep was still going. “Abort! Abort! Covenant cruiser detected moving thru the atmosphere!” But it was too late, the pods had launched and it was going straight down.
Panic had consumed some of the ODST’s, but they couldn’t see what was scaring them, but they soon will. Having an enemy cruiser would change their plans significantly. As the pods passed the clouds, they saw it, a covenant cruiser with its glassing port charging. “Is there a way to stop?” Michael shouted in his comm, half knowing the truth. “No,” Davis cried, “This is it.” The cruiser shot its beam, and they saw it, they saw the skyscrapers falling, they could feel the heat. They were scared now, all of them. An AI was counting down in the pod, “Landing in T-minus 5, 4, 3, 2, 1.” Bang! The heat was building up in the pods and when the doors open, it wasn’t dark or chilly, but was bright and hot. Private Michael could hear the cries of his friends, teammates and squad members.
A seriously fantastic short story! You should be very proud of that, I enjoyed every word. Well done!
And Back Again

Sergeant Jerrod Morton reached out and grabbed an MA5C from off a munitions rack. He stood in the drop compartment of the UNSC carrier Dawning Justice, or as the Helljumpers of the 105th called it, Hell's Waiting Room. An electric stimulus surged from his fingertips to his brain as he gripped the weapon, a signal to him that his hand had touched something. It was a feeling he hadn’t yet normalized since getting his new prosthetic.

He sighed and took a deep breath to cool his mind. This was his first combat drop as an ODST and after losing his right arm in the beginning months of the Battle of Jericho VII, he'd be lying to himself if he said he wasn't nervous.

Morton pulled the charging lever on the rifle and saw the ammo counter activate to show ‘32’, a full magazine. A targeting reticle appeared on his HUD as he shouldered the rifle and took a moment to practice aiming. His carbon fiber finger grazed over the trigger guard as he moved his aim back and forth between two SOEIV pods. After a year of physical therapy with this new arm, the UNSC had decided he was fit for duty again. He applied for the Helljumpers, and spent the next several months in training before being sent right back to Jericho VII. The war with the Covenant had proved to be very costly for humanity, and the need for experienced troopers was high.

"Alright ladies time to work for a living." A gruff voice said from behind him. Jarrod turned and saw his squad leader, Gunnery Sergeant Hunter, along with the other three members of his new team walk through the door and to the munitions rack. There was Private Larson, the heavy weapons specialist. Private Myers, the rifleman. And Corporal Vera, the best demolitionist in the company, at least that’s what Larson told him. The two of them were new to Gamma-2 and came from the same unit. In fact, everyone in Gamma was new. Gamma team consisted of the leftovers from four separate squads, a mix of survivors with bad experiences and a hatred toward the Covenant. Lastly was himself, even though he just joined the ODSTs, he had already been a marine for years and so, was made second-in-command.

“Cyborg!” Pvt Myers shouted as the group approached the weapons station. He slapped Morton on his robotic shoulder and retrieved a BR-55 from its spot on the rack. “You ready for round two Cyborg?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be.” Jarrod said with a grimace. He understood why Myers joked so much, he used to do it too. It was calming and helped relieve the team during an otherwise stressful situation. But after what happened his last time on Jericho VII, he didn’t feel like joking.

Jarrod walked over to his pod and rubbed his hand over the name stenciled on the middle of the door: ‘Sgt. Morton’. It was his first time ever having his own pod.
A voice crackled over the intercom “All hands to battle stations.” It was Captain Mills and from the sound of his voice, this drop was going to get a little hotter. The lights cut out and a red light broke the darkness, the signal that it was time to go.

“Marines!” GySgt Sergeant Hunter yelled. All eyes turned to their CO. “Many of our fellow jarheads are going to be leaving this boat in the comfort of a Pelican dropship.” GySgt Sergeant Hunter began as he turned to survey his team, “We however, are lucky. We will be leaving by a different method. Tell me Helljumpers, how will we be leaving this ship?”

“WE JUMP FEET FIRST, SIR!” All four members of Gamma-2 roared as they stood at attention. It was a deafening roar despite only having one team take part in the time-honored mantra of the ODST. That was good, Jarrod thought as he climbed into his pod. It meant that even though they were all strangers to each other on the battlefield, they knew they were ODSTs above all else, and would walk into Hell for one another over and over. He knew they’d need it.

“Damn right we are.” GySgt Sergeant Hunter finished. The deck shook once, and a loud chime screamed through the ship: the Justice’s MAC gun firing. Somewhere on the bridge, the weapon’s officer managed to put an effective period to the end of the Gunny’s moral booster.

Jarrod watched his door close and heard it lock and pressurize. He was ready. At least he thought. Looking around in his pod, he started to feel nervous. He pushed those thoughts into the depths of his mind as he shook himself from thought and began his checklist. Everything was reading green and ready.

A monitor flicked on in front of him, it showed GySgt Sergeant Hunter with a thirty second timer in the corner of the screen. Jarrod’s pod shook and began to rotate. He looked out the viewport and watched as the view changed from The Dawning Justice to the blackness of the thermosphere and grey clouds lingering miles below.
He looked back at the timer: ‘07’.

Jarrod closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened them, his pod shook and launched from its cradle on the Justice and sped towards Jericho VII’s surface. His stomach lurched as he experienced zero-g for a moment, before he felt the immense pressure of the pod’s rocket activating, sending him dirtside even faster. He looked out the view again and watched the blackness of space give way to a bright blue sky that revealed Gamma’s and thirty other SOEIV pods littering the sky.

“Ok Gamma, here’s our mission.” GySgt Sergeant Hunter’s image winked off the screen and was replaced by the map of a mountain range. “This is our LZ.” a green light blinked on the southeast side of the map, “And this is an observation complex the Covenant have set up to watch for attacks on their base of operations.” Two red dots flashed on the screen. One a kilometer from their landing zone and the other a few klicks behind that on a plateau in the mountains. “CENTCOM wants this forward complex so we can roll on their main base tomorrow, with support from the battalion of marines still on the Dawning Justice and another division already stationed here. Questions?”

“Any air support?” Cpl Vera asked.

“The complex has anti-air Shade turrets, so until those are destroyed, no there isn’t.”

The sky turned dark as the Gamma team passed through the final layer of clouds. When they emerged, they saw the mountain range and green forests at its base, far beyond that, a city on fire, pillars of smoke fuming from its crippled buildings.

Jarrod’s pod shook violently. A volley of pink plasma bolts passed his viewport. He felt his pod shift trajectory as orders were sent from the command pod to spread out for incoming fire. The image of GySgt Hunter returned.

“Hang on to your boots pe-” an explosion rocked the sky and the image of GySgt Sergeant Hunter flashed off the screen, replaced by static.

“-Yoink-! They got the Gunny!” Pvt Larson yelled what Jarrod was thinking. Larson’s image popped up on his monitor. “What do we do?”

“Stay calm and keep your head in the game. Gunny knew the risk. We all did.” Jarrod replied. Whether he wanted it or not, and he didn’t, he was in charge of Gamma-2 now.

The rest of the ride was quiet as the team briefly mourned their leader and prayed they didn’t end up like him. Jarrod felt his pod jolt again as his parachute was deployed. He looked at the altimeter on his display and did the calculations. Twenty seconds to impact.

“Get ready for contact.” He said to his team.

He thought about the lives in his hands. They were all younger than him, and had a lot to live for. He didn’t want that responsibility. Not again. But as his pod groaned, jolted and exploded open, he accepted it.
Dredgen Cain516

I really enjoyed the way that was written. It reads like a good teaser to an already well established book. Great story, well done!
UK1V wrote:
Dredgen Cain516I really enjoyed the way that was written. It reads like a good teaser to an already well established book. Great story, well done!
Thanks man! I actually based it off another Halo fanfic I stopped writing. That story was bad, so I just took characters from it and wrote a new story.
You Know the Music

My name's Cordelia Redd, and I'm a telepath.

Don't believe me? I can tell you what every single member of the 103rd ODST battalion is thinking at this exact moment, as they climb into their private metal coffins that will, in the near future, be flung towards a planet that's currently on fire.

They are thinking l, "Why, for the love of God, am I doing this?"

From personal experience, I can attest that nobody has ever sat inside an ODST drop pod thirty seconds away from launch and thought anything else. This is the seventh time I've thought it, then seventh time I've had those wonderfully conflicting thoughts: "Oh my God, I'm going to die" and "it is physically impossible for me to die here." Never in those words, of course, they're far too blatant to sustain the self-delusion of invulnerability every ODST needs to arm themselves with, but we think it all the same.

ODSTs have always had higher fatality rates than the rank and file, and it ain't because of the pods combusting in mid-air. It happens, don't get me wrong, my last LT found that out the hot and unbelievably painful way, but even though it's a universally agreed-upon opinion that the brass have their heads so far up their own -Yoinks!- they can see their own tonsils (that telepathy back again) they do make sure we get top-notch equipment.

Oh, my LT? Nathan Barrister. Strict, one of those Sandhurst types who'd come from a well-off Earth background. You know those "inspirational speeches" you get at the start of the third act in any corny war movie? What they never show you is that if you try that in real life everybody will think you're a massive knob. He couldn't go five seconds without mentioning Earth and how great she was. Yes, always "she"; he told Palamino he was "insulting a thousand years of humanity's legacy" (which isn't even a coherent sentence) when he used "it". When Barrister crapped, he'd claim he squeezed it out specifically for the good of Earth and her colonies. Yes, I supposed that "Why the hell am I doing this" question isn't always rhetorical. Barrister closed his eyes and thought of that lovely blue marble. Even when the structural integrity of his pod failed and the meat on his bones cooked while he was still alive, he was probably still thinking of it.

Myself? Never set foot on the inner colonies before the war started. Homegrown farm girl, that's me. No, I'm not doing this for Earth. If Barrister had known how many times I'd scrawled "UEG OUT!" on a back ally with a spray can, he'd have probably broken my damn neck.

Still though, bad way to go. I try not to think about it. God, I never thought men like Barrister got scared.

The pods shift. A countdown begins. It's all out of my hands now, at least until I hit the ground in ten or so minutes. As I said, the drop? It's really not that dangerous.

No, the problem we have is that once we've dropped behind enemy lines, we have enough food and water to last us two days with generous rationing. We're given forty eight hours to complete our objective and then punch a hole through a mile or two of Covenant before we drop dead of dehydration. They won't put this on the propaganda posters, but every ODST is issued a cyanide pill. If you get hit and start slowing the squad down...

Theo Palamino, owner of a ridiculous name and two middle fingers aimed permanently at any authority figure he could find. "Why the hell am I doing this" wasn't rhetorically for him either. "Because they've started shooting deserters," he'd tell anyone who'd listen. Nobody was actually sure if they did- Barrister was adamant they didn't- but Theo made it clear that he didn't want to be there. "Three drops, and I'm out," he told us, just before his third drop. "I get through this, and the next time you'll see me I'll have a margarita in one hand and a well-endowed prostitute in the other."

...he might as well have painted a sodding target on his head in terms of tempting fate. Of course he took a needle to the calf- made a few jokes about it "missing the important equipment", and none of us made the predictable "well, it's not exactly a big target" joke because we'd all quietly realized he wasn't going to make it. Sergeant Oakbrook took command- she didn't really have any idea what she was doing, but neither did the rest of us- and after a while the Medic Ash took her aside and said they had to meet up with the thirty third before nightfall and that Palamino probably wasn't going to make anyway.

Palamino never swore in the end. He cursed us all as cowards, spat at us, even made a grab at Oakbrook. Why had I expected him to gently take it? There was no dignity as we left him there, raving and sitting in his own piss. But I don't think there would have been any dignity in it if he had sat down and took it.

At first, I was like Palamino. I did it because I had to. But I've done my three drops...and here I am.

The Pods launch. I feel my stomach jolt. All systems are green. There is a jolt of excitement- where did that come from? Then of fear, and after a minute or two it slips back to a lovely mix of terror and boredom.

The ODST suicide rate is marginally higher than the rest of the corps, although not by much. They came up with a term forit, "Existential Threat Syndrome". The Covenant are incomprehensible, and it breaks us. It breaks us to know we are a blue dot against the cosmos, and it breaks us to know some nasty space -Yoinks!- are wiping us out for the hell of it. Billions upon billions have died for absolutely nothing.

That was how Oakbrook went out. Little Holly Oakbrook, five foot nothing and with a face of permanent unease like she'd just followed through. Took her cyanide capsule while showering. They spaced her body within the hour.

A few days later, I found myself in my own shower (Oh yeah, we get private showers most of the time. Suck on it, rank and file.), my own capsule clamped between my teeth.

I couldn't do it. I wanted to, God I wanted to, but I found it...physically impossible. I just kept wondering, what if I bite and then I change my mind? What if I spend my last seconds of life choking on my own vomit while I try clawing open my own stomach to take it back?

Maybe that's why I'm still doing this. It will be quick, I suppose. One day a plasma bolt will catch me in the face and that'll be the end of everything.

I miss them. Of course I miss them. I can't bear looking at the others, the others who I'm dropping with, because it only takes a second for plasma to boil a man to ash, a needle to reduce a person to meat.

Sometimes I curl up into a ball at night, tell myself stories of them returning to me. Palamino recovered, made his way back to safety. Barrister's pod survived, he's in an infirmary light-years away. Oakbrook? I never saw her body, she faked her death to escape service and one day she'll come back for all of us and we can fly away from this war.

I flick my view screen inside my pod to the other ODSTs in my unit. I am glad for the helmets; it makes them metal, pawns on a board, not men and women just as whole and human as Barrister and Palamio and my dear, dear Oakbrook.

My pod hits the ground with a jolt, and the hatch bursts out with a satisfying burst of pneumatics.

I make myself a silent promise. It's not much, but it's the best I can offer myself:

If I make it out of here, this final fight, I'll go home, or whatever home is left for me.

God, now if THAT'S not tempting fate, I don't know what is.
Apologies for the late response to the competition, as such life goes on outside of Halo etc and I suffer from a chronic illness and I’ve been in hospital lately due to it! I’ll be looking through these stories tonight and will get back to you with a winner! I’ll post the results above in the spare comment I left and I’ll ask please for the winner to privately message me, just let me know what country you live in etc as gift cards vary!

Thank you so much to all who participated, it really warmed my heart to see people still care about this awesome competition and it certainly produced some epic stories! You should all be so proud!!!
I’ve just posted the results above in the second spot on this topic.

SprucePumpkin01
Dredgen Cain516
ONI Recon Bravo