This is the discussion thread for ULC - Annual #1:
Identity Problems
This is a new unofficial literary challenge to start off the new year!
Along with the regular ULC's, this is an optional challenge I've decided to start for developing a lesser used alt, or just to flesh out one of your characters. For best results, the idea of the ULC-Annual, is to stick to one character for the remainder of the 12 month challenge. More in-depth summary on the Entry thread.
Obviously you don't have to participate for all 12 prompts, I just thought it would be something interesting and new to try with the start of 2017.
I've already got the prompt picked out, and will be posting it shortly.
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Almost reminds me of Jaune Arc from RWBY, who got into Beacon Academy on fake transcripts.
I might need to see if I have anything for this.
Now that you say that, I can totally see it! Hope you manage to finish up what you have, lol!
Sorry, just noted the posting had gone up - so Drake's taking advantage of the falsehood to get a mole?
Interesting start (though getting close to Greggs really isn't healthy, is it?)
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My forum single-issue of rage: Make the Proton Experimental Weapon go for subsystem targetting!
More like an errand boy, because Drake already knows everything. Ha ha ha... *shudders*
Can't help it here, Ohir quite literally replaced a temporal event concurrent with Gregs at the start of 2409, keeping Gregs from ever visiting an alternate timeline and thereby being directly responsible for destroying it. Ohir was my Fed Delta recruit after Drake, but he's technically late to the party, so as a result
Said mental block above acts as a quasi-temporal lock, releasing memories as time passes, which is why he was able to go on the Fast Track to become a Captain, he already had the skills and knowledge in his head, and he just needed time to unlock them. With a little training, bingo, bango, he had a ship with a catch.
Actually I think I mentioned him lately.... Ah, yes, ULC 30, my 'It's a Wonderful Life prompt'!
Agh. So much pressure. *faints*
*Brings in a weight weighing a ton, tosses it on Hawku*
There, oh wait!
*Takes out black marker, crosses out the 'Ton', writes '11 Months'*
The weight of eleven months, what's a bit more pressure to add?
Nice work. Looks like a lot of action is about to break out!