Anyhow here are some of my favorite entries from last season. (One from each of the winners!) Check them out if you don't really understand what the entries for this game are.
Mirrorwriting for the Illuminati Trinity
Disclaimer: So let me just put this out there. I took the Beyoncé lyric "y'all haters corny with that Illuminati mess" to heart. I decided to just go full on corniness with this entry. This is a brochure that you would get after successful application. It's meant to be intentionally cringeworthy!
If you're my friend, either online or offline, there are three sides of me that you'll probably get to know.
The Goofball "Make 'Em Laugh" from Singin' in the Rain
Just slip on a banana peel, the world's at your feet!
Make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh, make 'em laugh!
I chose "Make 'Em Laugh" from Singin' in the Rain to represent my well-defined humorous side. I love to liven up a conversation with a well-timed pun, I'm a sucker for dad jokes, I dance like a dork whenever my jam comes on ("you wiggle 'til they're giggling all over the place"), and sometimes I'll just break out laughing about something I remember seeing the day before.
And it feels good, you know? There are few things in this world that give me more pleasure than eliciting a laugh from someone else. As Cosmo Brown says, the world loves to laugh. Especially me.
The Mope "Don't Bother Me" by The Beatles
I've got no time for you right now. Don't bother me.
I'll admit, there's a rather jarring change in tone from the first song to the next, but there's a reason for that. See, I've got what I like to call "mood inertia"; when I'm high, almost nothing can bring me down, but when I'm low, almost nothing can cheer me up. Since I've already talked about the former, I chose this song to represent the latter.
It's really hard for me to shake off a bad mood, especially if I feel like I brought it upon myself ("it's not the same, but I'm to blame, it's plain to see"). But just about anything can set one off, be it a fight with my family, a romantic rejection, or a stranger who was rude to me on the bus. "Don't Bother Me" by the Beatles, with its harsh minor chords and dour vocal harmonies, delivers just the right level of angst and moodiness that I feel during one of my "episodes," so to speak. (And who better to deliver that than the quintessential teen idols themselves?)
The Constant Apologizer "Giving Me a Chance" by Gotye
I wish that I could undo what I've done
Get back the faith in me you had.
So let's say that you decided to approach me at a bad time. Here's what'll probably happen; I'll lash out at you, and then I'll spend the rest of the day apologizing for it.
I chose Gotye's "Giving Me a Chance" as the final song, because I'm the kind of person who feels awful about everything I do wrong. Hell, I still feel bad about some of the stuff I posted on ATRL years ago. But it happens; sometimes I'll "get a little wrapped up in myself" (as Gotye puts it) and forget the fact that my words can really hurt people. Once I realize that I have hurt someone, though, I'll feel like the worst person in the world.
Most of the time, my guilt manifests itself as a dull, persistent pain that follows me around for days. This, I find, is aptly represented by my song choice, a delicate, ethereal whimper of an apology song with plenty of pathos to go around.
A Bomb for the Scene Trinity
Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses and clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
My friend Emily and I decided to have a huge party at her uncle’s farmhouse a few hours from our city. We had to show up a day earlier to clean up the place. The decrepit house looked so worn out and the creaking sound the front door made, when it opens, still makes my skin crawl. The drive up was fun, for the most part, at least before Emily’s aux cord broke and we had to resort to listening to the few radio stations that had reception out there. We settled on this oldies station. It felt like we were leaving our reality and entering this old-fashioned world. The residential houses were soon replaced with large fields and with even more timeworn images; it was like looking into a pages of a Steinbeck novel.
your footsteps footsteps calling out my name [...]
I think I changed my mind about a million times
Oh to run or hide
That first night was when I came face to face with the monster that still haunts me in the darkness. Emily wakes me up in the middle of the night. She’s intelligible and frantic. She drags me out of bed and urges me to put on my shoes. She faintly whispers:
“we have to get out of here. There’s someone in the house.”
As we make our way downstairs and out the door; we hear footsteps.
“we can’t-t let him see us” Emily manages to muster.
I still can’t see him, but with its every step, I hear, I can feel it getting closer. Emily dashes towards the door, while I stand there paralyzed with fear. A large male figure runs behind her before she can reach for the door. I hear Emily’s bloody scream followed the sound of metal cutting through skin. I look away. Again, I am left unable to move. In the back of my mind I can faintly hear a command. It gets louder.
“run. Run. RUN!”
I run towards the back door. I can feel his eyes burn through my back, but I still manage to keep my legs moving. All I can do is find a place to hide and hope I can keep moving without him noticing. I find some refuge behind the barn next to the old farmhouse.
Darling, what's your name and can you hear me?
Tell me why you're out so late alone
I make sure to keep my back against the barn wall and inch closer and closer to the old corn stalks that can shield me, while I head towards the main road. The minutes or hours it takes for me to finally reach those stalks is never ending. I stand there feeling isolated. Knowing any sound, I make will expose my location, then it won’t matter how loud my screams are no one, but the shadow man will hear them. I sprint towards the stalks use every last bit of energy, I have, to make it to the road as quickly as I can. I walked for hours and no cars drove by. I never looked back, because I knew as soon as I did the fear would leave me immobilized. At dusk a silver pickup stops a few feet away from me. The passenger door opens. I walk up and a man asks me what I’m doing on this road all alone. I tell him I’m heading home and he offers me a ride to a small town a few miles down the road…
The metal wraps itself around your bones
And when it penetrates you, it feels cold