Isumi Team Battle Drabble Post
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There are going to be lots of ways to earn points this month, many of which won't involve writing stories at all, but it's not a team battle without a Drabble Prompts Post!
You can earn points by:
- Prompting a prompt that involves Isumi - 1 point (don't worry about putting your team names down - I'll match from the sign up post.)
(you can leave other prompts, just they won't count for points.)
- all fills are worth - 3points
With the following bonuses:
- extra 2 points if your fill goes over 500 words.
- extra 5 points if your fill involves Isumi!
You don't have to be part of a team to participate - but we'd love to have you join in!
Sign up for a team here!
Other ways to earn points:
Answer questions about Isumi!
Icontest: theme Isumi!
You can earn points by:
- Prompting a prompt that involves Isumi - 1 point (don't worry about putting your team names down - I'll match from the sign up post.)
(you can leave other prompts, just they won't count for points.)
- all fills are worth - 3points
With the following bonuses:
- extra 2 points if your fill goes over 500 words.
- extra 5 points if your fill involves Isumi!
You don't have to be part of a team to participate - but we'd love to have you join in!
Sign up for a team here!
Other ways to earn points:
Answer questions about Isumi!
Icontest: theme Isumi!
At Peace
Date: 2012-04-11 02:22 am (UTC)Today is the day that he will die. Isumi doesn't know this so much as feels it in his bones - a wisdom that comes with age, perhaps. It is an otherwise uneventful day - he is sitting in his favorite armchair in his respectfully modest house, a game laid out before him as he toys idly with the stones in his goke. He is alone - and yet he's not, as he lays out the games of those long since past; of those he still holds most dear.
It is a beautifully clear day, the blue sky beckoning to those who would heed its call, stray rays of sun making the goban shine more than something so old ought to. The game calls to him, and he takes a moment to remember the day it was played. It is a fond memory, like so many of his memories are.
On an otherwise ordinary day, a game laid out on an old goban, Isumi sits, completely unafraid to die. It is almost uneventful; birds soaring through the light breeze, squirrels frolicking between the trees as wrinkled and weathered fingers place the final stone. Blue eyes crinkle at the edges as Isumi smiles one last time.
It is not the perfect game, nor even the best move, but it is his, and that is all that matters.
Isumi leans back in his chair and draws his last breath, regretting nothing.
Re: At Peace
Date: 2012-04-11 04:59 am (UTC)Re: At Peace
Date: 2012-04-11 07:38 am (UTC)