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Fall Ceramic Dm™ - Winner! All stories are due 72 hours from posting timestamp. No word limit on this round. And please--no dropping out once you are in a round. If you find out BEFORE you are assigned that you just got an invitation to the White House, or need emergency surgery, that's OK...

By "amateurs" I assume you mean "have not published professionally before". That would be the case if WOTC didn't practice what you call 'cronyism' at all--given that they have had open calls for novels before. I'm guessing that the point of relying on an employee is less 'cronyism' than...

I think we will probably be able to take on all comers. (Shaddap, Swack-Iron.) Judges are BardStephenFox, Rodridgo Istalindir, and Maldur. I will be picking pictures and acting as tie-breaker in an emergency. I'll start the sign-up thread tomorrow night. Scheduling-wise, rounds will probably...

Oh yeah, like THAT's an excuse ;) Mazel tov!

Sign-ups to be this weekend. Judges, start your engines.

Yup. Could use the judges checking in (hint, hint).

Probably I will gird my loins for pic-picking around Labor Day.

Berandor pulled himself to his feet by sheer will. He flinched at the pain from his shattered collarbone. Mythago was bleeding from the thin lines of the quill, but still standing. She swung the flat of the semicolon into Berandor's bad arm and knocked him sprawling. He looked up as her shadow...

Man, where is everybody? You'd think there was a gaming convention going on or something.

Good friends of the big squidy one refer to it as "C-Thoo". And of course from Sialia's art we gain the exclamation "By Great Cthulhu's garters!"

Actually, the point of p5 behaving this way is so that you CANNOT get through to him. He knows that blowing up means that the rest of you stop calling him on his BS and turn timid and start hinting. Blowing up like that is unacceptable. Be polite, and direct. If he blows up, then you stay calm...

p5 sounds like a pain in the rear. Do not, repeat, do not attempt to placate him. If he starts in with the woe-is-me-picked-on routine, don't play along.

Rub it in, whydoncha <sniffle>

Hint to gamer husbands: you will likely be able to go back next year if you take your own turn at "No, you go do [weird thing only you understand], honey, I'll stay home with the little one(s)." But you knew that. A fellow-gamer wife is not all it's cracked up to be. I'm pretty sure my husband...

There isn't a police car that could catch him. I used to be able to cross the street to game, but I moved 65 miles away. :P

What, he didn't think a Chateau Y'quem was worth a vote? You guys are spoiled!

Just don't get too near the water when you read them. Sharks can smell blood a LONG way off.

Waitaminit. This isn't Krenfeld. This is Arkansas! I must have taken a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

Am I the *only* one who read Berandor's recap thinking it was set to the tune of "I Can't Do It Alone"? ;) The first and second posts are identical except for the font and, I think, my attempt to make a link. Too Small Fonts Make The Judges Go Blind. I'm on the road today and so will have...

Uh, whoa. Judges, could you please delete the funky first post with the wee little type? I hit the 'back' button from the preview window, and apparently ENWorld decided that was as good as 'post'.