My great big enormous stupendous gigantic writing challenge WRITING CONTEST!!! PRIZES!!! FEATURES!!! HOORAY!!!Holy crap and lookout, cuz here comes:

ARE YOU LOOKING FOR A CHALLENGE?!      

In the immortal words of Rod Stewart “Every picture tells a story, don't it?” and in the immortal words of...um... some other guy “a picture is worth a thousand words”. Well, I'm dearly hoping I can get you guys to whip up at least 3,000 words worth of story-like writing inspired by my bloated and populous visual prompt, namely “Midnight Dynamite”.

Don't worry about using the title, just look at this Bosch-esque tangle of characters, setting, and stuff and think: what the hell
has come to a close at last and now it's time to announce the big huge winners!

            

WE HAVE A TIE!

Our amazing winners are my dear friends: & !  :bademoticon:

THE WINNING STORIES!

They're both as colorful and crazy as the picture that inspired them, if not moreso!
Check them out:   Space Pirates...oh my    Leaving the ship after docking at the makeshift station, Midnite stroke a pose, one hand on his hips, head tilted back and taking in the scenery in front of him.
    One word described what he saw best – chaos.
    Several other space pirate ships had already docked on before his own, and numerous people were flooding the port and the paths leading into the near cave where he was supposed to meet the other captains. Something he was not too happy about. Never would he show his adversity towards some of the others, disgusted by not only their filth and smell, but even more by their attitude. He was himself conscious of his appearance and the power he oozed…and he knew some of the older pirates were angry about his rise to power that had only happened over the several last years and had put him in charge of the ship he commanded. No other of the captains was as young as him, though “young” was a relative term  MAGNETIC DYNAMIT CONTESTSlave market. Future. The planet With \'шар, the desert of the Dakhili \t-nv. The fire in a brothel. Waters aren't present. Inhabitants who it is phlegmatic who with a smile to ears observe how firefighters cut their charitable institution in chips. Also smoke. Passersby smoke, slaves smoke, slave traders, caravaneers and firemen smoke. Smoke and pray that nobody was killed in fire. Madam rescued cash desk and now her excites nothing. Even if it will become clear that smoking and is a cause of the fire. Here if it appears that someone from her maids on the quiet ran away with the lover is yes. But also it it doesn't matter. One click of fingers - and ten armor trained headhunters, the cities of 'Shk\'iil-mgaat which came to the market to find to themselves a job, will rush to crowd further - to try to discover fugitives. Daan and Hoka weren't such fools. They stood near the treasurer Tsurteg, chained to his belt by thin chains beads still. These chains were implanted 

THE PRIZES!

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These two winners get a 1 year premium membership from me, an exclusive feature in my journal, their stories featured in my journal and in my groups and ...and maybe a picture from me if they so desire (tell me!)
:bademoticon: Everybody otter show these winners some love! :bademoticon:   

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ALSO, ANOTHER CARTOON IS ON THE WAY!

It's true! I am like this close to having a brand new animation ready for you! The visual
end is mostly done, I've joust got to slap some sound on it.

AND I LIKE TO DO FEATURES SO HERE THEY ARE!

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Thanks for looking at another of my journals! Let's have one last song!