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As we all know that combats is an Rpg game I want to offer you people a little rpg contest.
From this day on you have 30 days to write and publish a little rpg story connected with fc,your live here,friends,or any other way you can imagine.
The best story/idea will be rewarded with 25 cr.Second place 15, 3rd one 10.

(For the once who need a summary: Write story/publish here till latest 4th march/get cash) :P

P.S. Try to use your imagination and maybe you also find some that makes the rpg live here a bit better,good luck.

Judges are toxik girl and myself.

make bigger prizees=))i dont get out of bed for less than 500 cr
only kiddin great idea man

Pennzoil lived a peacefull and quiet life in the World Outside.
In the whole, you could say he was happy but he felt that he was missing something.
One day, Pennzoils bother came and stayed with Pennzoil for a few days. As Pennzoils brother lived far from the World Outside, he wanted to spend as much time as possible with his brother and the following days were spent among many laughters and cheerfull moments of brotherly happiness.
As the days passed in harmony the evenings were spent somewhat differtly - each night Pennzoil and his family listened to the brothers stories of the place beyong the World Inside, they got told glorious tales of endless battles between the light and the dark, they got told of friends sharing meals and words of wisdom between the battles, of how friends and foes lived in harmony and of how the time passed unnoticed in this place.
The childrens eyes were tindering while Pennzoils wife got creeps just of listening to the tales. Pennzoil however felt that this was exactly what he had been missing in his otherwise complete life.
Eventually all good has got to come to an end and so time came for the brother to take his farewells and return to home, Pennzoil was determined that he would one day visit this magical place.

When the fall came with it's grey and cold weather, Pennzoil told his family that he was going to visit his brother where he lived and that he would one day return with tales of his own. Just like his brother had told him, he would be able to return home each day and live a life simultaneous with the other one.

So the journey to the new capital began.
As he arrived at the gates of this place - Pennzoil was stunned by the massive structure of the city and the sign that said "Thy who are here to enter shall not fear".
He knocked on the gates, an elder gatekeeper came and open them for him and said "Welcome Pennzoil - Go and make your own future, in here noone will make it for you - may the Creator and Dustman have mercy on your soul and may you find what you are seeking for"

Inside the gates he had reached his goal - he was now in New Capital and his quest for glory would begin. How will it end? Time will tell.

lol..NC never changes.. this a grammer school or rpg game o.O

ah good idea, but I have no item to write stories even if the price was 500cr

no item? try keyboard ;)

must be time :p

time? took me ten minutes to write that ^^ if people got time to be online, im sure they got ten minutes while healing to write a short story...

Pennzoil

man, that is why i call you as poet, hollywood is waiting for you :horse: =)))

Hollywood is not for poets...its for pop starts and actors.

> Pennzoil [8]

mate, take the prize. I have to be online

> Lost in code

hehe as much as i'd like to get the cash i doubt i'll get it and hope that someone else will make an small effort and write down something, would be a disgrace if my story would win but if it would i will sit down and write a real one then, i'll spend atleast some half an hour on it ))

> Pennzoil [8]

lol, ok maybe I'll write smth just for fun. just tell me would it be fair if 1 girl help me to this? )

Villager

Mr. Cambell's Hollywood's Famous Poets Contest

> Lost in code

Sure, cant see any problems with that )))

This story is written by Fallen Angel
All cred to him for posting this awesome post at our forum since his level makes it impossible to post it here himself, enough said - enjoy the story :)))

The Keepers of Balance

North of the Gold Road and east of the abandoned orc fort, there live the Shishawisha people. All along the Gold Shore in citys of enormous size with palaces, altars and temples. The folk of Shishawisha don`t know what`s to be hungry or not to have pants. Their granarys are always full with crop and the blacksmiths work hard to create new and better armor and weapons.
One day, exactly 5000 years after the great rainfall, Ravenclaw, the elder priest of the Shishawisha, told his son, that he must leave this idyll and go to NewCapital, a place where people wear no pants and collect rotten teeth of fighters they have won in battles. Ravenclaw, who looked enlightened in the dawn, said : „Ya mus’ go, ya mus’ hurry son, dere be no time ta lose. De light an’ t’e dark sides are in war again. In a bloodt’risty fight fo’ t’e domination of a city called NewCapital. Ya me son.. Ya mus’ renew.. Renew da balance in NewCapital, renew da equilibrium. We be da keepers of balance an’ you as me son mus’ fulfil dis duty. If ya fail – we will raze NewCapital city wit’ all it’s inhabitants, like we did wit’ t’e orcs. Go now, go! In de name of our holy ancestor Shishawisha, da sacred keeper of balance.”
Ravenclaws son, by his given name of Fallen Angel, begun his journey immediately. Fallen Angel had always known that a day like this would come. He also knew the meaning of his name – Fallen Angel, a holy symbol with a dark touch. Dark and holy in one, that means neutrality, that means to be in balance with yourself. Fallen Angel was proud of his name.
The journey turned out to be a torture. After passing the gold desert Fallen Angel had to get through a marsh, where, so it seemed, the sunrays never penetrated the thick fog. After 10 days and 10 nights Fallen Angel finaly arrived at NewCapital city.
At a place what the locals called „Central Square” he met a nice looking warrior in a shivering black armor and a jug full of beer in his hand. Fallen Angel explaind to him his duty and the destruction this city is heading to. The warrior turned out to be a member of a local guild – The Order of Balance. The warrior said: „This seems to be serious thing I have stumbled in. Come, Shishawisha guy, I know someone who could help you out.”
It was late eve, when Fallen Angel met Pennzoil, a high ranked member of the Order. Pennzoil understood the importance of this case, so he decided to help this strange looking guy who called himself Fallen Angel.
This is the story of a young heart trying following his fate, to rescue a city full of pantless people. He found friends, willing to help, willing to fight, to maintain the balance of the world. Will they succceed? No one can tell, except time. But know, if foreign warriors with pants will come – they come for you, your friends and NewCapital.

ait it just licking asses of OrderofBalance? and especially pennzoil? =DDD

to fallen angel=))

anyway its great job man=)) hope TooB will accept yours application:ok: u great poet=)

> Kaliosis

If he would have been after kissing ass he should have choosed someone elses than mine to kiss don't you think? =))

=DDDD