The one for which I wrote the paragraph:

The COLORS EVANESCED into the distance, INTERPRETING for their enemies on the horizon. Their ICONIC leader, SLOBODAN MILOSEVIC, ground his cane into the dirt, wondering where they could have retreated to. He frowned SWEETLY and wiped his brow with his DIRECTIVE. Tomorrow's march would be SUBSTANTIAL...

The one for which Orion wrote the paragraph:

It seemed like it had been raining for days, weeks, months on end...a PENDULOUS, unrelenting CIRCUIT determined to keep the residents of San Francisco locked away until they forget what it is to SWIMMINGLY SHATTER in the company of others. "The isolation of a San Francisco 'winter' must make it especially hard for PING PONG BALLS to ADUMBRATE," thought TAKASHI MIIKE sadly as the first few drops of another downpour began to hit the window. "Well, in any case, there are more DELETERIOUS things to think about."