Competition: RTFR2.0 Episode 12: The Story of the Sick Proconsul

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RTFR2.0 Episode 12: The Story of the Sick Proconsul

Specifics

So, the Proconsul is sick. Normally he has a happy go-lucky plan to help make your dissemination of the report a little more palatable, but this time around, it's him that needs the help.

Your job is to compose a very short story, explaining what exactly it was that caused the Proconsul to get sick, and how he goes about curing himself. This is meant to be a humourous short fiction.

Platform

Any word processing platform, including just typing it into the submission box.

Details

  • This fiction event carries a maximum of 500 words.
  • Competitions will be accepted until Midnight GMT on March 12th.
Competition Information
Organized by
Keirdagh Taldrya Cantor
Running time
2014-03-06 until 2014-03-12 (7 days)
Target Unit
Clan Taldryan
Competition Type
Fiction
Awards
Fourth Level Crescents
Participants
6 subscribers, of which 4 have participated.
Results
1st place
Aidan Kincaid
Member
Aidan Kincaid
Textual submission

Two men stood in a dark alley behind Famous Original Papa's Jac Pizza Emporium. One of the men was wearing dark, black robes and had a cowl pulled up over his head, obscuring his features. The other was wearing a well-worn and very stained set of scrubs that may have been second or third hand. Keirdagh Cantor, the robed man, eyed the doctor's outfit warily. He was starting to think this was a bad idea, but the doctor was given a glowing recommendation from someone Keirdagh trusted--used to trust.

"I want this kept quiet."

"Of course, my lord. Of course.

A grizzled hand reached out and dropped a handful of credits stealthily into the waiting palm of the back-alley physician. It was hard to find decent medical professionals whose silence could be bought, but it seemed the scruffy doctor kept his silence. He'd had dealing with Dark Jed before.

"To be honest, my lord," the doctor started yammering as he began prepping the simple procedure. "It's been a while since one of your kind has come to see me."

"Oh?" Keirdagh asked disinterestedly. He just wanted to get in and out. Which was funny... getting in and out was the reason he was in this situation in the first place.

"I don't normally talk about my clients, but given the circumstances… Actually, the producedure you you requested might ring a bell. I call it the "Shadow Taldrya".

"You... named this procedure after Shadow?" Keirdagh asked incredulously.

"It seemed only right, my lord. He was a frequent customer, you see. Did more to further research into this... illness... than any other being I've come across in my forty two years of practicing—legitimately and not! I felt it was right to honor him in some way, in light of his death."

Keirdagh could only shake his head. Shadow, of course, was the one who had recommended the good doctor. To find out he had used the same service so much the procedure was named after him was... troubling. And kind of funny.

"Now, my lord," the doctor interrupted Keirdagh's thoughts. "I need you to drop your drawers and lean against the wall. This will all be over in a moment."

Placement
1st place
2nd place
Aiden Dru
Member
Aiden Dru
File submission
yacks_trip.docx
Placement
2nd place
3rd place
Lord Halcyon
Member
Lord Halcyon
Submission
Lord Halcyon opted out of publishing his submission.
Placement
3rd place
4th place
Miranda Goto
Member
Miranda Goto
File submission
The_story_of_the_sick_Proconsul.docx
Placement
4th place