WEEK 7: Vulgar vs Pharoahs Army VULGAR WINS

Vulgar · 05-06-2020, 05:19 PM

The Different Tribe

'Irregular' folks congregated to send off their own
Sushranthan the Surgeon, who originally came 18 years ago
A man with opal-colored, shriveled teeth, no eyebrows or eyelashes
Disfigured nose. Burdens of affliction he carried, on par with Atlas
The liminal spaces his townspeople occupied could coax some pity
They were a leper colony, isolated from the coastal city
“Why is he leaving?” they'd ask. His wife, Yushran was puzzled too…
Why would a person so disfigured, so unfit to function in society
return to Agatti Island to seek board and room?
He had told them, “I’m only curious. A bit homesick.”
But when Sushranthan’s canoe landed ashore, his heart dipped.
Cadavers on wheelbarrows and graves half-dug
A plague had come to his hometown, its scythe covered in blood.
He’d suffered enough, and although he appeared as a walking corpse
Now ‘his kind’ were the new normal -
he planned to rejoin society henceforth
But first, surgical assistance would be needed for the victims
A gravedigger led him to the hospital and he learned about the symptoms
He was given a mask to wear, tools, a saw to amputate infected limbs
and saw some of his patients to the end. Others recovered again.
He spoke to a dying man with a bandaged eye, who asked:
"We sent your kind to places far away, but you came back. Why?"
Sushranthan replied:
"I care less about risk of infection. Especially from those I'm banished by."

Pharaohs Army · 05-08-2020, 09:37 PM

EXT please.
Posting tomorrow

Pharaohs Army · 05-09-2020, 10:46 PM

John made his way through the quaint suburban streets.
He was going to his parents’ house to eat
with the whole family. Thanksgiving. Mashed potatoes, stuffing. Meat.
After last year, they’re probably surprised he showed up again.
John is a liberal, and the whole family is Republican.
John parked, went inside, and sat down.
He doesn’t start it, but he also doesn’t back down.
John’s Mom just hopes they’re able
to sit at the same table.
Brother Eric starts it off as he sets the glasses.
“See how high the stock market went today? I guess Trump knows what he’s doing.”
“A misogynist,” says John. “And a racist. Who are you fooling?”
“Sour grapes,” says Eric. Their mom interrupts:
“Give it up. And I don’t care who started it first.
Let’s keep our eye on the task of carving this bird.”
Wine in each glass.
Gravy and fixings around the table are passed.
Sister Rebecca says “well it must be hard when all you listen to is NPR, in your car.”
“A reputable outlet,” says John. “Unlike your station.”
She replies, “hey it’s not true what they say about Fox News. Fair and balanced.”
By now John feels very challenged.
John’s Mom says “I can’t take any more.
Next thing you know we’ll be rehashing the Iraq war.”
“A noble cause,” John’s Dad pipes up.
“Those people didn’t know freedom under Sadaam.”
“Sure,” says John. “Freedom?--
How ‘bout hundreds of thousands dead from our bombs.
I’ve lost my appetite,” he says, as he exits the room.
He mutters under his breath that he’ll be leaving soon.
A token liberal…lonely and miserable.

05-06-2020, 05:19 PM	#1
Vulgar Razor-thin derision Join Date: Jan 2013 Posts: 4,422 Battle Record: 40-25 Accomplishments - OM HOF Champed - Fight Night LIV - Gimmick Battle League (2x) - Write Week II - Art of Writing League - Storytelling And Topical Invitational Tournament - STI - Haiku Writer Challenge - GWL Picture Challenge(2x) Rep Power: 49604320	The Different Tribe 'Irregular' folks congregated to send off their own Sushranthan the Surgeon, who originally came 18 years ago A man with opal-colored, shriveled teeth, no eyebrows or eyelashes Disfigured nose. Burdens of affliction he carried, on par with Atlas The liminal spaces his townspeople occupied could coax some pity They were a leper colony, isolated from the coastal city “Why is he leaving?” they'd ask. His wife, Yushran was puzzled too… Why would a person so disfigured, so unfit to function in society return to Agatti Island to seek board and room? He had told them, “I’m only curious. A bit homesick.” But when Sushranthan’s canoe landed ashore, his heart dipped. Cadavers on wheelbarrows and graves half-dug A plague had come to his hometown, its scythe covered in blood. He’d suffered enough, and although he appeared as a walking corpse Now ‘his kind’ were the new normal - he planned to rejoin society henceforth But first, surgical assistance would be needed for the victims A gravedigger led him to the hospital and he learned about the symptoms He was given a mask to wear, tools, a saw to amputate infected limbs and saw some of his patients to the end. Others recovered again. He spoke to a dying man with a bandaged eye, who asked: "We sent your kind to places far away, but you came back. Why?" Sushranthan replied: "I care less about risk of infection. Especially from those I'm banished by." Last edited by Vulgar; 05-06-2020 at 05:25 PM.

05-08-2020, 09:37 PM	#2
Pharaohs Army Banned Join Date: Aug 2014 Posts: 2,956 Battle Record: 6 - 14 Rep Power: 0	EXT please. Posting tomorrow

05-09-2020, 10:46 PM	#3
Pharaohs Army Banned Join Date: Aug 2014 Posts: 2,956 Battle Record: 6 - 14 Rep Power: 0	John made his way through the quaint suburban streets. He was going to his parents’ house to eat with the whole family. Thanksgiving. Mashed potatoes, stuffing. Meat. After last year, they’re probably surprised he showed up again. John is a liberal, and the whole family is Republican. John parked, went inside, and sat down. He doesn’t start it, but he also doesn’t back down. John’s Mom just hopes they’re able to sit at the same table. Brother Eric starts it off as he sets the glasses. “See how high the stock market went today? I guess Trump knows what he’s doing.” “A misogynist,” says John. “And a racist. Who are you fooling?” “Sour grapes,” says Eric. Their mom interrupts: “Give it up. And I don’t care who started it first. Let’s keep our eye on the task of carving this bird.” Wine in each glass. Gravy and fixings around the table are passed. Sister Rebecca says “well it must be hard when all you listen to is NPR, in your car.” “A reputable outlet,” says John. “Unlike your station.” She replies, “hey it’s not true what they say about Fox News. Fair and balanced.” By now John feels very challenged. John’s Mom says “I can’t take any more. Next thing you know we’ll be rehashing the Iraq war.” “A noble cause,” John’s Dad pipes up. “Those people didn’t know freedom under Sadaam.” “Sure,” says John. “Freedom?-- How ‘bout hundreds of thousands dead from our bombs. I’ve lost my appetite,” he says, as he exits the room. He mutters under his breath that he’ll be leaving soon. A token liberal…lonely and miserable.