RE: The Grand OC SII: The Re-OCening: Week 7: COMMUTE!
12-11-2015, 03:02 AM
- Continuing the curious but much-loved trend of sentient vehicle generals, unlike calm commuters, commandable mutes, co-mutes and universe-rending commuter comets, the Commander Ute is unabashedly to the point. They win the Elementalist award.
- I was expecting at least one mute among the entries, so the subsequent mystery was how the two offending profiles would work in the "com" in "commute". The Silent One and their propensity to only act under another's command grew on me after a bit, so they win the Kitchen Sinkery.
- Screaming into Fogge Station to scoop up the Actually Practical award, it's the Tachyon Express! Plot device and potential demise for many a character, its reality-ripping habits are sure to inject all manner of chicanery.
- Sally and Hailie's escapades in their own regular-world-but- home prove as potentially fascinating as any misadventures in fights to the death, so they can sign on the dotted line for the Gratuitous Worldbuilding.
- The All-Rounder goes to ROAD RAGE, for a profile short and impactful as the eponymous hero's temper. ROAD RAGE's powers are ripe for the exploitin', and I envision many a co-contestant trying to strike the right balance in antagonising Sean to achieve the impossible. He also wins the Teamfriendliness award.
Someone else take the reins for the next leg, tia
peace to the unsung peace to the martyrs | i'm johnny rotten appleseed
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow
clouds is shaky love | broke as hell but i got a bunch of ringtones
eyes blood red bruise aubergine | Sue took something now Sue doesn't sleep | saint average, day in the life of
woke up in the noon smelling doom and death | out the house, great outdoors
staying warm in arctic blizzard | that's my battle 'til I get inanimate | still up in the same clothes living like a gameshow