In-Game Events and Gatherings

Hello!

I'm not great with fluff or pitches so I'll just start off by saying welcome to the PD poetry contest thread, hosted by the Neophron Discovery Co. EVE corporation. I was bored and we had a lot of money saved in the donation pool, so we decided to start a contest with in-game rewards to raise awareness and sustained interest in Project Discovery and what the project is really about. The idea was meant to be silly and casual, but still engaging. :)

The rules are simple. Write a poem about Project Discovery, the Human Protein Atlas or microbiology and post it here (in-game mail submissions are also accepted and considered too). After some time has passed, we will judge the entries, with the help of some of the fine folks at HPA, and pick out a handful of our favourites as winners! Format can be anything you want (I'm personally partial to Sonnets though all the entries will be looked at the same ;p).

The first place prize is a PLEX. In keeping up with the Sisters of EvE theme, second place gets a Nestor, third place gets a Stratios and three honourable mentions will get an Astero, as well as the winners' submissions linked in the blog.

If you're not interested in writing about your incessant love for cytoplasm or just want to help out, feel free to send myself or any officers in [NeoDC] a mail. Donations also help make little events like this possible! More information on all of this and more can be found at our website, linked in our corp info (which is sadly down for maintenance right now).

Last but not least, if you like playing or need any help in PD, join the Project Discovery chat channel, and join the NEOPH Project Discovery mailing list for updates on contests and events like these.



Thanks and best of luck. Have fun and fly safe. o7

Cytoplasm, a haiku by Tisiphone Dira

All cytoplasm
There is no other option
It's cytoplasm

/s

I love this so much. Great poems already! Can't wait to read the rest! We will post our favorites in the lab for inspiration

I am the last Scientist Poet

I See New Eden getting clicking the faboulous samples I make

Amarrians getting screwy-eyed on something of Dichroics shake

The filamental bridge, the nucleus from a fridge.

I pick my answers with great care, the meiotic the mitotic, I pick them in whatever phase if face.

THE CYTOPLASM THE NUCLEUPLASM, THE BRAIN SPASM

The single spots the multitudes

Podpilots you have been addicted to every test I got..

but if you really want to get rewarded

why dont you login and load Project Discovery Up..

The Menu is OPEN

The plasm you need, spammed by people with greed,
Cyto! cyto! is all they choose, but that will make them loose.
as we are now free of the census they created, we should fear all their hatred.

I think hatred is wrong here, but meh, its just for fun. =)

Springtime in the cell.
Three green sakura blossoms:
Nuclear bodies.

The cytoplasm images in mind,
Narrow'd eyes peering into the colors,
The blues? These greens? I think I'm colorblind!
My brain now fried, ears releasing odors

'Saving lives!' The Sisters say. Lies, all lies!
Testing mental acuity, methinks,
'A test subject! Who care's whether she dies!'
Short end of the stick, it seems. sigh this stinks...

Shake your head, clear your mind, steel your resolve,
Get back to work, these puzzles are your fate,
No time to whine, these things need to be solved,
All of this, just for some uni-boob plate...

Not quite a sonnet, but how about some Iambic Pentameter? (not a poet, pardon my poor structuring)

"Dances in Red, Blue, and Green"

Pulsating jade tendrils, reaching, pristine
Marbled azure, stretching thin emerald arms
Gorgeous crimson staining lapsing the green
Forest consumed quickly in ombre burn

Shining sapphire, crown jewel dwarfing its serfs;
Speckled splattered shattered scattered emeralds
Light blue lagoon, surrounded by green turf,
A plucked blue rose, flanked with crimson petals

Swinging unsure, creaking from a light gust
A bridge between veiny cliffs of sandstone.
Lovers reaching towards eachother thus:
Bright red shading their arms, their hands yellow

And here I sit, clicking without worry
Each slide telling its own little story

Banging metals, jelly floors
Goin aroun' like a hog
Mauling staff, mining staff, sniffiing staff

Stations, bases
These my places

What you know I don't know
Peace and love and end all wars

Hello again guys,

To everyone waiting (including HPA), I want to deeply apologize. I've been away for quite a while due to illness and I have to get surgery this Saturday to have teeth pulled. >_< It's been quite an uncomfortable experience so far to say the least. My spit constantly tastes of blood and my cheek is sometimes so swollen I can feel it grinding against my other teeth and it really, constantly hurts.

Anyways, I hope to have this on the ball to getting wrapped up as soon as I recover. Again, sorry to everyone who was waiting.

Fly safely o7,
-Shikra (Luna)