WOW Lore contest vote

We had our own little contest within a contest. Please vote for your favorite entry into the WOW Lore contest from 3 of our very own WOW Pixies.

Each story was created for a WOW(G) held within our vault and submitted to World of Women lore contest.

To view the stories within the discord please head to #vault-updates and there is a thread where the stories are housed.

@girlfrancessg WoW #8980 - Blue

I see things. I know the men who are afraid, who act big but are small inside, those who are looking for warm bodies to help them feel whole, those who have wives, sometimes children, and those who hurt others to feel joy. I see this world often without it seeing me, because my mother is the one with the bosom that grown men can suckle on.

In school, when the teacher asks what my parents do, I always say, “One is dead and the other is a professional lover.” And the teacher will ooo and ahhh, thinking I am acknowledging my mum for her loving. And I am, except I am also hiding from the shame that she doesn’t have anyone to love her back.

As a child I’d always been chatty, had a way with words, because words were all I had. With the girls I can feel comfortable, chatting about anything and everything. But with the boys I am often guarded, or wary, and sometimes filled with so much admiration it hurts. One day, while happily striking up a conversation with the girls sitting in front of me, the teacher came around and looked at me sternly. She said, “Only those who can’t do, talk. Empty vessels make the most noise.” I was injured by her words and ever since then, I stopped speaking up.

Now people see me as a stoic, cool-headed, logical, dependable and free from the deadweight that are emotions. Tight-lipped and discreet. These traits work well for me, as a network engineer and white hat - a hacker on the side of good, who sees a lot but cannot say a word. The good is always good, but sometimes they’re also sneaky, or heavy-handed, or violent; just never cruel. The willing compliance to justice - this is the difference between the good and evil.

A grown woman now, with a bosom no man will ever touch. I am their justice coming for them, lurking around, watching their online activities, monitoring their interactions, ready with evidence to use or prosecute when the time comes. No man escapes my justice, hurting or supporting him where he feels it the most - his reputation.

So if this is a service you’re looking for, step right up. Start looking for Blue on the dark web and I’ll be right with you. Just be careful that you know what you are asking for.

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@AlyAsh WoW #8566: Isa St. Germain

Isa St. Germain has spent years at the best boarding schools and colleges money could buy. Fresh out of business school, she’s ready to take her place as VC of operations at her family’s lucrative shipping business. Head of operations today, CEO tomorrow - that’s her goal.

But, while on a much needed vacation, she gets a cryptic text from her free-spirited half-sister Sonya who’s backpacking abroad. Then, Sonya is reported missing, but their dad doesn’t seem to be concerned.

Isa is so close to getting everything she’s ever wanted - recognition from her father, and to prove to everyone that she’s worthy and more than just a “St. Germain” - only there because she’s the boss’s daughter.

To make matters worse, Isa’s business school rival - Ted- has started a campaign to steal her job out from under her.

Can Isa use her charm and wit to get where she wants in business and find her sister… before it’s too late?

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@Mizzusbeldrueger WoW(G) #15691: Maya

Maya was born in a trainwreck on Antares, the brightest star in the constellation of Scorpius. She came out like a cannonball. Some say so fast, she was charging after her father who had left her mother behind in the debris. Maya belonged to a DAO of Goddesses, a group of matriarchs who transformed the darkness of the galaxy into light. They raised girls to become queens. The DAO of women wore jewels on their chest representing their values. Red for respect, purple for trust, and emerald for openness.

Maya was born with many gifts too. Helium-neon laser eyes and Isil face features that when harmonized on metal rich stars, enhanced her blazer jumpsuit. In order to self actualize, the DAO pushed Maya into training, providing her powers to prepare her for the new dimension emerging. By the age of ten Maya gained tectonic strength. By fifteen on the Super-Earth planet of Tau Ceti, Maya mastered hydrokinesis. On Gretyin, she tapped into her creative mental powers finding ingenious ways to slay the fire eating amphibians.

Over time Maya grew to be one the DAO’s most successful wunderkinds. She met each task the DAO proposed with depth and skill. No one was surprised because her mother too was a queen. However unlike her mother, Maya was never satisfied, pushing herself to perfection as if she had something to prove. It didn’t take long for the DAO to recognize, Maya was becoming a force.

As the sun was setting on Daogon, Maya felt a pang in her chest. How many nights had she been away? It was hard to tell. She had been on exoplanet M51 fighting with Skullx, the DAO’s allies, for quite some time. The Planeteryio radicals were dominating the airspace and unfortunately taking over the exoplanet. There was nothing else she could do but return home and ask for more powers. Maya pinches her earlobe and taps twice on her bar earring transmitting her vote to the DAO’s decision engine. She would know in a few minutes if her proposal was approved.

Stuffing her hands back into her pocket, she grunts. The cyber leaderboard did not look promising. She had asked for fire, ice, crion energy and shield from the vault. So far only 42% had voted yes. Maya knew it would be a tough sell. Never before had an apprentice been given four forces at a time. But time was running out. She had been privy to information all the queens were out on private planetary expectations collecting new powers to expand the vault. Who else were they going to send then if they wanted victory on M51?

Maya switches over to the discussion channel on her cyberboard. There was robust discussion on her proposal. Some were saying she was too young, her hair was still turquoise. She was not ready to handle the responsibility. But Raven had chimed in, backing her up with the DAO’s thesis on permissionless principles. Raven had yet to cast the weight of her vote. Maya looks down at her watch. Three more minutes left before the voting ended.