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Ebil-NekoCat Vice Captain
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 Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:14 pm
. : : A New Kind of Writing Contest
This is a different type of writing contest. Similar to a bump contest, this contest is all about who makes the most comments! But unlike a bump contest, this one will end up making a story!
Here's how it works:
One person posts one sentence to start the story. Example:
Quote: The Queen of England fell down the stairs and landed on her head.
Someone else replies with a sentence to continue the story:
Quote: She cried, and the butler laughed in her face.
Then, someone else will continue off of that:
Quote: The Queen stood up and ordered the butler to beg for forgiveness.
Perhaps now the original poster will reply with:
Quote: The butler refused to apologize, and instead continued to laugh at her.
Obviously the story wouldn't be as bland as my example, and could eventually become an amazing story! You can write whatever, just so long as somebody else could continue the story after you.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:20 pm
. : : Prizes
Most posts on page 3- 500 gold
First person to post on page 5- 500 gold
Eleventh person to use the word "fire"- 750 gold
Ninth person to post on page 12- 1000 gold
Most posts on page 14- 1000 gold
First person to use the secret word- 2500 gold
More prizes coming soon!
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Ebil-NekoCat Vice Captain
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Ebil-NekoCat Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:25 pm
. : : Funniest Posts
If one of your posted sentences is very very funny, it will be quoted here! It's a great honor, as every post quoted here earns you 100 gold! Plus, every ten pages, I will award the person with the most funny posts 1000 gold!
Funniest Posts:
None just yet, but soon there will be!
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:28 pm
I'm Game.^^ (Now That I'm Over My Bitterness.^^')
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Ebil-NekoCat Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:29 pm
. : : Ready... Set...
Okay, people, it's time to start posting! The contest starts... now!
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 12:32 pm
A Long Time Ago In A Land Far Away,Lived A Monster Grape Named Bob.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:36 pm
Bob disliked the other grapes. They were not as juicy nor were they as purple as him. They were inferior grapes and it was only right that he should be there leader. Only he could lead the Grape Nation against they most hated foes, the Tyrant Tomatos.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:48 pm
The Tyrant Tomato's Leader Zafukoni,Felt The Same About HIS People. "We Will Destory The Grapes At ALL Costs!" Yelled The Fearsome Leader.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:58 pm
Bob didn't understand nor care for the sanity of the Tyrant Tomatoes who continuously pretended their place in the Juicity-Good-Containment-Galaxy's-Up-Side-Down-Micro-Planet-Number-14532567 in it's north-west hemisphere was significantly more important that the monstrous grapes - not that Bob cared for the other grapes self esteem - but he had had more than enough of this mocking and punishment to go to a violent civil war with these know-it-all tomatoes especially Zafukoni.
[[I know...it's a mouth full. I hope it was okay.]]
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 1:59 pm
Meanwhile, at the Grape Nations stronghold of Ocean Spray, Fort Cran-Grape...
Bob hopped onto the raised platform, his vine crown shining in the candle light. He hopped to the edge and stared down at his people. The green grapes with their mastery of the mystic arts. The red grapes with their ferocious prowess in battle. And finally, the purple grapes, the masters of all.
Bob looked at them all, and began to speak. "Citizens of the Grape Nation!I bring you here today to give you a message. A message of hope, of peace, and of war. For too long have we been oppressed under the leafy toe of the Tyrant Tomatos!" The grapes bounced up in down in agreement. Bob cleared his throat for silence before continuing. "They have pushed us around, taken what is ours, and made us into the juice they feed apon." many f the grapes shuddered, for the juicing had to be the most painful death imaginable. Bob cleared his throat again. "Well I say no more. No more pushing around, no more being stomped on, and no mre juicing!!"
The grapes roared in agreement, bouncing in a frenzy. Bob raised his voice once more and shouted at the top of his lungs. "Now is the time to act, now is the time to fight! Let their juices flow till the river is red with KETCHUP!!" The grapes roared a last time at their leaders end speech. Now was the time for battle.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:05 pm
KaikaKitty Bob didn't understand nor care for the sanity of the Tyrant Tomatoes who continuously pretended their place in the Juicity-Good-Containment-Galaxy's-Up-Side-Down-Micro-Planet-Number-14532567 in it's north-west hemisphere was significantly more important that the monstrous grapes - not that Bob cared for the other grapes self esteem - but he had had more than enough of this mocking and punishment to go to a violent civil war with these know-it-all tomatoes especially Zafukoni. [[I know...it's a mouth full. I hope it was okay.]] [Actually, that was perfectly well timed. Well done.]
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:06 pm
Meanwile In A Small Kingdom Just Outside The War Lands,Watched A Peach Princess. Princess Peach,Was Vary Loveing,AndDid Not Like This War Starting So Quickly. "Stop!" The Princess Yelled. " Why Must You Fight? Why Must Some Many Die? WHY CAN'T YOU ALLL JUST COME WITH ME FOR CAKE ONCE IN A WILE?!" Princess Peach Watched As Everyone Staired Angerly At Her.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:13 pm
The Grape Nation, having fully moblised their troops, looked at this silly Peach trying to stop them. Bob bounced onto the seen, looking at her. "We dont like cake, and you can not stop us. Guards, take her away." Two red grapes pushed the Peach away, as Bob gave the order to continue marching.
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:14 pm
Bob's young grape wife, Traculin, was within the audience and wasn't nearly as please with his 'brave' speech. He wants to be the leader of everyone - no - he doesn't even know what the symbol for 'one' is, she thought, pondering the ways to take Bob off of the hemisphere for good, believing that it was his fault for the loathing from the Tyrant. She would gladly have beaten him with a wooden shovel - or spoon, in her case - and shoveled out his lavendar translucent eyes, then with a smile dug out his pulp-like 'intestines' with a fork and given them to Zafunoki for dessert. Stomping would be involved, too. However, Traculin silently watched her husband and pondered the cirmunstances she must have been under in order to have wed him...it was probably due to the essence of her grape body being wine.
[[Thank you.]]
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Posted: Thu Nov 05, 2009 2:16 pm
[Your welcome, and ooooooo, subplots! I like it. dramallama ]
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