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One trophy to rule them all…

It began with the carving of the Yellow Pencils. Three were given to the Creative Directors; immortal, wisest and fairest of all beings. Seven, to the Senior Designers, great thinkers and craftsmen of the fixed-gear bikes. And nine, nine pencils were gifted to the race of account managers, who above all else desire power. For within these pencils was bound the strength and the will to govern over each race.
But they were all of them deceived, for a new trophy was made. In the land of Walthamstow, in the fires of Forest Road, BV Trophies, E17 forged in secret, a master trophy (hand engraved by robots), to control all others. And into this trophy they poured all their creativity, their ideas and their will to dominate all design. One trophy to rule them all. One by one, the free peoples of The Earth fell to the power of the trophy.
But there were some who resisted. A last alliance of Designers and Creative directors marched against the armies of unoriginality, and on the very slopes of Forest Road, they fought for the freedom of East-London. Victory was near, but the power of the trophy could not be undone. It was in this moment, when all hope had faded, that Build, son of the king, took up his father's Rotring. And the enemy of the free peoples of Earth, was defeated. The trophy passed to Build, who had this one chance to destroy evil forever... but the hearts of Men are easily corrupted.
And the trophy of power has a will of its own. It betrayed Build, to his death. And some things that should not have been forgotten were lost. History became legend. Legend became myth. And for a year, the trophy passed out of all knowledge. Until, when chance came, the trophy ensnared another bearer. The trophy came to the victor, who took it deep into the tunnels under Covent Garden tube, and there it consumed him. The trophy gave to the victor an unnatural long life.
For a year it freed his mind; and in the glow of the victor's studio, it waited. Darkness crept back into the studios of the world. Rumour grew of a shadow in the East, whispers of a nameless fear, and the Trophy of Power perceived. Its time had now come.
But then something happened that the trophy did not intend. It was picked up by the most unlikely studio imaginable. An as yet unnamed studio. For the time will soon come when creatives will shape the fortunes of all...

2012 Graphic Design Pub Quiz
21st November, 2012.
The Railway Tavern Ale House
2 St Jude Street
N16 8JT

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