Official Dodian 'Language/Performing Arts' Comp!

[Arsenal]

Hello Dodian Users!
Have a Talent for writing? Got the talent to sing like Travis Clark? Or just feel the need to express all your thoughts onto a piece of paper?
WELL THE OFFICIAL Dodian, 'Language/Performing Arts' Comp! IS FOR YOU!

Hey guys! You all know me as Arsenal94 or Nick. Take your pick.
I have decided to make a comp. that all Dodian users can participate in!

What is the comp. about?
Well I have been meaning to do a comp. like this for ages. I have always been good at language arts and decided why not hold a comp. about it. So I though, "Why not actually put it to paper, Nick?"
So here the comp is! If i didn't answer the question, i think it is pretty easy to asnwer.
There are many parts to the comp. so please read every last word of this post!

REQUIREMENTS/RULES!:
Oh yes, Requirements. Like any good comp. they all have requirements and so does this one. Please follow them.

1. YOU MUST OBEY ME OR ANY JUDGE OF THE COMP!
2. You will follow all guidelines set in this comp.
3. IF YOU STEAL ANYONE'S WORK! I WILL KNOW and you will be banned!
4. You will follow the following requirements for each variable in the comp.

Story Writing: Stories must be over 1,000 words long. They must contain, a plot, orientation, body, resolution and a conclusion. Your story can be about anything!

Poems: Poems must be at least 20words+ Poems don't have to be extremely long as a lot of good ones are short but sweet. As stated before, your poem can be about anything you want.

Singing/Writing Lyrics: IF YOU DECIDE THAT YOU WANT TO SING! Please, in your voice clip/video, you must either do the following at the start.
1. HOLD A SIGN SAYING "DODIAN LANGUAGE/PERFORMING ARTS COMP! (YOUR USERNAME)! This is if you video it!
2. SAY "THIS IS FOR DODIAN LANGUAGE/PERFORING ARTS COMP! MY USERNAME IS (USERNAME)!

When writing lyrics, please, be original. Lyrics don't have to be any limit but please, no one wants lyrics that are 2sentences long or 500sentences long. You catch my drift?

Performing: If you decide to play any form of insturment, you must do what is also stated above for the singing! You don't necessarly have to sing when performing but it will be an added bonus if you do. When performing a song, you have a time-limit of 30seconds-4minutes. So your song can't be to short, or too long.

Dance: Do you think you have the talent to dance/choreograph your own dance routine? If so, this part is for you! Routines must be both performed by you/choreographed by yourself! You may include a partner in your routine! Dances can be of any genre! So if you're good at Popping, or Jazz, feel free to Dance your heart away! Dances must be at least 30seconds-3minutes long. Please, be original!

Art-Work: Got the talent to paint? Or draw? Well all art-work needs are here!(No GFX, sorry). There are no limits with the Art-Work section, just your drawing requires your Dodian User-name on-it. Rather then scanning it, it would be better to take a normal photo of it and scan it. With your normal photo, just show a 'Thumbs Up' in the corner of the picture. Also, your Art-Work must have, 'Dodian L/P.A.Comp!' At the top of it. Any other proof would be nice as well. XD

Your drawing can be about anything you want and can be any genre.

What you will be marked on!
All entries will be marked out of 50. For effort, grammar, accuracy, quality, tone, genre, plot, etc. You get the picture? Good.


FORMAT USED TO SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY!
YOU MUST USE THIS FORMAT WHEN SUBMITTING YOUR ENTRY OR IT WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED! IT ALSO MUST BE SUBMITTED TO THIS POST AND NO WHERE ELSE!

1. What is the name of your entry?:
2. What Genre is it?:
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.:
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :
7. Additional Comments:
8. Other: SAMPLE:
For a Sample, Please go to the Following Link. It was made by me. Please note, it is also the sample that the judge's will be judging.
http://dodian.com/forums/showthread.php?p=163126#post163126


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION!

Start Date: Wednesyday, 20th of August, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10).
Submission due date: 19th of September, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10).

Judging Date: 19th of September, 2008.
Voting Date: 22ND of September, 2008.
Winner Anounced: 27TH of September, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10)
Please note that any of these dates may change(except starting date) and if they do, you will be notified.
The public will vote on the winner! Me and Wiz will pick 5entries to be judged by the public!

I'm sure a question all of you are asking is "Is there a prize?"
As of now, I am still thinking about this. If there is, it'll be as followed.

1st Place: Prizes may be added.
2nd Place: Prizes may be added.
3rd Place: Prizes may be added.

Best Entry for each category: 5m Cash In-Game. Other prizes may be added.
Please do note, that the prizes may only occur for the first comp for this comp!







IF YOU WISH TO DONATE, PLEASE, ONLY GIVE THEM TO ME, ARSENAL94, IN-GAME AND ME ONLY! I WILL DECIDE IF ANY OTHER JUDGES ARE TRUSTWORTHY AND ALL DONATIONS WILL GO TOWARDS THE PRIZES OF THIS COMP! YOU WILL ALSO BE MENTIONED IN THE HALL OF FAME IF YOU DONATE!

Judges:
There will be 2 Judges Total. I will hand-pick them. As of now, all Staff members get an open invitation to become a judge but when the judges have selected the top 5 entries(not including 'Best Entry for each Category,') The staff will get to help decide in the winner. The Public Of Dodian, Will also recieve a poll, asking who they think should win, etc.

If a Judge wishes to enter, they will not be able to vote for themself!

1. Arsenal94
2. Wiz

NO VACANCIES!

HALL OF FAME:
People in the Hall-Of-Fame are people that we judges feel deserve to be here. They have shown, great effort/time/work in their entry/entries in the Comp and will be acknowledged here!.

NordinWanabe(FIRST DONATOR!)

I thank everyone for taking the time to read this thread! I ENCOURAGE EVERYONE TO PARTICIPATE NO MATTER WHAT! YOUR ENTRY COULD WIN!

CHANGES OF ANY SORT WILL BE NOTIFIED BY THE JUDGES!

~~Arsenal94 + Uber Staff~~
P.S: This has been approved by Noles!

[Perfection]

sounds cool imma enter first

[Arsenal]

sounds cool imma enter first
You have two months to submit your work of art so please take your time. I am still considering, should I add 'Art-Work' as a category?
I'm also thinking should I post some samples for each category? They will all be done by me(if they aren't, I will say so) but not all of them will reach the requirements since they're samples.

[Perfection]

i reckon artwork would be good yea, so if i was playing piano and singing would i say, i am perfection and this is for the dodian performing art/lingo comP?

thanks

[Arsenal]

i reckon artwork would be good yea, so if i was playing piano and singing would i say, i am perfection and this is for the dodian performing art/lingo comP?

thanks
Yes. Just say this. "Hey guys. This is me Perfection, I will be (what ever you're doing)for you guys today and this is for the Dodian Language/Performing Arts Comp!"
=] Also, try to video it to avoid leaching.

[Perfection]

leechinG? what you mean?

[Arsenal]

leechinG? what you mean?
Stealing other people's work. Read rule 3. XD Videoing it, would pretty much avoid this unless you are like really good at editting videos. Lol. Obviously with Stories, poems and that, I will know if they're ripped/stolen because I have been Role-Playing for 5years. Lol. I've read thousands of stories and created so many so yea. Don't try it guys. XD

[killer73]

lewl im right a story :)

[K E W L]

oo looks cool i might do 1

[G D Pride]

Yea i just got my recording quipment set up so..I might do a rap about dodian XD

[mirc pure]

I would like to be a Judge :)

[THE BUG]

Hey, looks great arsenal! well done on getting this competition out to players. Should be a great opportunity, i'll be writing a story for this for sure! I write stories a fair bit. :D

Good luck everyone. ;)

[Arsenal]

Hey, looks great arsenal! well done on getting this competition out to players. Should be a great opportunity, i'll be writing a story for this for sure! I write stories a fair bit. :D

Good luck everyone. ;)
Thanks man. =]

[Cmack]

Wow a rap about runescape lol...

but i am gonna write a story is 3000 words the limit?

[Webber]

1. What is the name of your entry?: The man from nantucket
2. What Genre is it?: IDK?
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Its on this post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: me alone.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: Years
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Does it make a difference
7. Additional Comments: My poem is below
8. Other: Your mom

There once was a man from nantucket,
his cock was so long he could suck it,
Wiping cumb from his chin,
he said with a grin,
if my ear were a cunt i could **** it.

[Ch4rlie]

..............................

[Webber]

ROFL - at the guy above me.

http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=8UWOYsQW2GQC&pg=PA76&lpg=PA76&dq=And+armored+with+shimmering+scales.&source=web&ots=Ftxcz3AxCA&sig=fbQEXXZbXAau3AGFpnfk2pAcJ9g&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=5&ct=result

[Cmack]

lol /owned

[Balthazar]

1. What is the name of your entry?: The man from nantucket
2. What Genre is it?: IDK?
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Its on this post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: me alone.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: Years
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Does it make a difference
7. Additional Comments: My poem is below
8. Other: Your mom

There once was a man from nantucket,
his cock was so long he could suck it,
Wiping cumb from his chin,
he said with a grin,
if my ear were a cunt i could **** it.

This is by far the best Poem I have ever heard. You got my vote.

--Balthazar

[justah]

Well, im in :)

can i write about small period of my life? period like 1-2 months? :)

[feared skill]

1. What is the name of your entry?: The man from nantucket
2. What Genre is it?: IDK?
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Its on this post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: me alone.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: Years
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Does it make a difference
7. Additional Comments: My poem is below
8. Other: Your mom

There once was a man from nantucket,
his cock was so long he could suck it,
Wiping cumb from his chin,
he said with a grin,
if my ear were a cunt i could **** it.


http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9719.html
^^^^^^^Fail^^^^^^^^

[Slyith]

why guys can't you come up with your own poem or story..

i'll be writing a poem about my "Lifestyle" soon

[facebookgirl]

^^ lol webber ur gonna get banned from every site by arsenal XD

[Suitcase 16]

My teacher's said I have a knack for writing, here comes a story!



1. What is the name of your entry?: The ace (Chapter 4).

2. What Genre is it?: 1 chapter of a book I'm writing.

3. Where is your entry located? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: In this post.

4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here: Yes.

5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: An hour.

6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Absolutely.

7. Additional Comments: My story is below.




This is a story of a P51d Mustang Pilot in the Second World War. I know lots about WWII so I decided I wrote about it. Hoped you liked it!

Here it is:




Colonel Bryan Anderson was the lead pilot in his sqadron with one Victoria Cross and two Distuinquished Flying Crosses. He was a pilot respected by all, he has shot down 12 ME 109's and two ME 262 (the first fighter jet aircraft). Of the many World War Two aces, he is the best, and here's his story:

He was flying cover for bomb crews in Germany. His plane was decorated in camoflage on the top and grey-ish blue-ish on the bottom. The rest of his sqad was spread out along the line of B17 Flying Fortresses.

He could tell they were getting close to the drop zones because the bomber's were spreading apart. So far they haven't encountered any enemy aircraft but he knew they would come soon.

Trasers suddenly flew past his canopy

Enemy in the air! Trasers have went by canopy... take evasive action! Wolf Leader out...

Once his sqadron mates have heard the news they spread and began swooping and diving throughout the air.

On his radar, equipped for night missions, he could make out 3 bogies (enemy aircraft) coming stealthily toward the bombers. He pulled the stick and his plane went in a dive, planning to shoot the Messchersmits down from the bottom.

He was 3000 feet above ground, the bogies were right on top of him! He swooped up pulled the trigger and an explosion lit the night sky up! The other enemies scattered, exactly what he wanted. He got on ones tail and fired again, smoke belched from the ruined aircraft, the plane caught fire and went down.

Two bogies shot down! One left!!!

It seemed the other enemy had retreated but there was a few shots and "Tail end Charlie" went down.

He could see his sqad on the enemy but but never had a clear shot with all the bombers in the way. Colonel Anderson whipped into the flight of bombers, got the bogie in his sights, and fired, the plane blew up and went down so close to the sqadron leader of the bombers he left a few scratches.

Once they were over their target the bombers let their load of bombs go and they heard the whistle of the bombs through the air. The bombs hit the ground with tremendous explosion, they could see like it was day the explosion was so bright.

One the return trip they didn't encounter any bogies.

The landings were smooth and the mission went without flaws except for his sqad mate that went down.

The Colonel went to sleep with a smile on his face.


~Suitcase

[yimi167]

1. What is the name of your entry?:from me to you
2. What Genre is it?:song/poetry
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:on this post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else involved? If so, please notify here.:Just me and a lot of ideas.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:20m minutes
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes.
7. Additional Comments:First song i wrote that was any good.
8. Other:enjoy.i wrote this.
poem/ song

when i wake up my head in the sky.
i look up and turn away.
trying to find out the reasons why.
when its down you and me.
darling why couldn't u see.
that its just you and me.
and I've done my best to get through.
my love from me to you.
when we walk hand-n-hand heart-n-heart.
honey why do we always fall apart.
when it was just me and you .
trying not to feel so blue.
and I'll keep on trying to get my love through.
from me to you.
I'll keep on going another day.
now we must go our own way.
nothing left for us to say.
but when it was down to me and you.
i just wanted me love to get through.
from me to you.

dodian.com song/poem yimi167
song example.

[Araf5]

YES please Art Work!!!!! :) You can pick whatever damn theme you want, just dont pick something dumb :D also, i suggest for validation maybe artwork sent by uploaded photo, but there must be on the side of the pic like a little post-it that says "Dodian ArtWork comp."


0btw,

There was a young man from Liberia
Who was groping a wench from *****ia.
He said, "Yes, my pet,
Your panties are wet."
"Sorry, sir, that's my interior."
LOL


edit:

haha, dragon joke got screwed. Nick, here you go buddy.

http://lbegley.googlepages.com/banhammer.jpg

[Jesse]

I'll judge it; if I participated my writing talent would destroy you all.

[lv3phat3omfg]

This is stupid and for gay people only.

Wanna know why?... Because i failed language arts :P


.....


There once was a man from Peru;
Who fell asleep in his canoe.
He dreamed of Venus;
While playing with his p3n15.
And woke up with a hand full of Goo.


there is my poem

and i wanna be a judge...

______________________________________________

1. What is the name of your entry?:from me to you
2. What Genre is it?:song/poetry
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: on this post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else involved? If so, please notify here.:Just me and a lot of ideas.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:20m minutes
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes.
7. Additional Comments:First song i wrote that was any good.
8. Other:enjoy.i wrote this.
poem/song

when i wake up my, head in the sky.
i look up and turn away;
trying to find out the reasons why.
when its down you and me.
darling why couldn't u see, <---- Can't instead of Couldn't ?
that its just you and me.
and I've done my best to get through, <-- Take and out
my love from me to you.
when we walk hand-n-hand heart-n-heart,
honey why do we always fall apart. <---- "?" maybe
when it was just me and you,
trying not to feel so blue.
and I'll keep on trying to get my love through; <-- No and
from me to you.
I'll keep on going another day,
now we must go our own way.
nothing left for us to say,
but when it was down to me and you.
i just wanted me love to get through.
from me to you.

dodian.com song/poem yimi167
song example.


Nice plot, and meaning to the poem. But some words or sentences are left undone, or wrong. I give this about a 7/10. Read it out loud to yourself and find the mistakes and errors you have made.

If the letter or word is red, Then there is something wrong with it. You need to Capitalized the letters at the beginning of sentences, and properly use Commas, and ";" thingys. So please go through and fix the errors. Then your poem will be one of a kind.

[99skillerz]

meh. doesnt really sound WOW!!! but u did a great job making it aresnal u did a great job and i thank you for it :D :cool:

[lv3phat3omfg]

1. What is the name of your entry?: Dragon Of Death
2. What Genre is it?: Poem
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: This post.
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Nope
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: About 1-2 hours of writing, then another hour of editing it.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : I do.
7. Additional Comments: My poem is below
8. Other: This was for a homework/project thing awhile ago at school.
Might aswell post it. Its not that good but hey. Ill get over it.

In a faraway, faraway forest
Lies a treasure of infinite worth.
But guarding it closely forever
Looms a being as old as the earth.

Its body’s as big as a boulder,
And armored with shimmering scales.
Even the mountain tops tremble when
It thrashes it’s seven great tails.

Its eyes tell a story of terror,
They gleam with an angry red flame
As it timelessly watches its riches.
And the Dragon of Death is it’s name.

Its teeth are far sharper than daggers.
It can tear hardest metal to shreds.
It has seven mouths filled with these weapons,
For it’s neck swells to seven great heads.

Each head is as fierce as the other,
Each head breathes a fiery breath.
And any it touches must perish,
Set ablaze by the Dragon of Death.

All who have foolishly stumbled
On the Dragon of Death’s golden cash
Remain evermore in that forest,
Nothing left of their bodies but ash.

Copyright. Please remove it -.- Proof here (http://books.google.co.uk/books?id=8UWOYsQW2GQC&pg=PA76&lpg=PA76&dq=And+armored+with+shimmering+scales.&source=web&ots=Ftxcz3AxCA&sig=fbQEXXZbXAau3AGFpnfk2pAcJ9g&hl=en&sa=X&oi=book_result&resnum=5&ct=result)

__________________________________________________ _____________


My teacher's said I have a knack for writing, here comes a story!




Here it is:

This is a story of a P51d Mustang Pilot in the Second World War. I know lots about WWII so I decided I wrote about it. Hoped you liked it!


Colonel Bryan Anderson was the lead pilot in his sqadron with one Victoria Cross and two Distuinquished Flying Crosses. He was a pilot respected by all, he has shot down 12 ME 109's and two ME 262 (the first fighter jet aircraft). Of the many World War Two aces, he is the best, and here's his story:

He was flying cover for bomb crews in Germany. His plane was decorated in camoflage on the top and grey-ish blue-ish on the bottom. The rest of his sqad was spread out along the line of B17 Flying Fortresses.

He could tell they were getting close to the drop zones because the bomber's were spreading apart. So far they haven't encountered any enemy aircraft but he knew they would come soon.

Trasers suddenly flew past his canopy

Enemy in the air! Trasers have went by canopy... take evasive action! Wolf Leader out...

Once his sqadron mates have heard the news they spread and began swooping and diving throughout the air.

On his radar, equipped for night missions, he could make out 3 bogies (enemy aircraft) coming stealthily toward the bombers. He pulled the stick and his plane went in a dive, planning to shoot the Messchersmits down from the bottom.

He was 3000 feet above ground, the bogies were right on top of him! He swooped up pulled the trigger and an explosion lit the night sky up! The other enemies scattered, exactly what he wanted. He got on ones tail and fired again, smoke belched from the ruined aircraft, the plane caught fire and went down.

Two bogies shot down! One left!!!

It seemed the other enemy had retreated but there was a few shots and "Tail end Charlie" went down.

He could see his sqad on the enemy but but never had a clear shot with all the bombers in the way. Colonel Anderson whipped into the flight of bombers, got the bogie in his sights, and fired, the plane blew up and went down so close to the sqadron leader of the bombers he left a few scratches.

Once they were over their target the bombers let their load of bombs go and they heard the whistle of the bombs through the air. The bombs hit the ground with tremendous explosion, they could see like it was day the explosion was so bright.

One the return trip they didn't encounter any bogies.

The landings were smooth and the mission went without flaws except for his sqad mate that went down.

The Colonel went to sleep with a smile on his face.


~Suitcase




Nice story. But im confused on if this is your own story. Or if you are just re-stating what happened.

__________________________________________________ ________

[Sherpa2Chris]

If there was drawing, I'd give it a go :D I suck though :)

Otherwise, I suck monkey balls at everything else. I once made some random story in 5th grade (for school), but it sucked lol.

[Webber]

http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9719.html
^^^^^^^Fail^^^^^^^^

ROFL it's one of the most overused poems ever u moron.

[lv3phat3omfg]

Here's a good story i read in 9th grade. I loved it. THIS IS NOT MY STORY. It can be found here (http://www.classicshorts.com/stories/sniper.html)


The long June twilight faded into night. Dublin lay enveloped in darkness but for the dim light of the moon that shone through fleecy clouds, casting a pale light as of approaching dawn over the streets and the dark waters of the Liffey. Around the beleaguered Four Courts the heavy guns roared. Here and there through the city, machine guns and rifles broke the silence of the night, spasmodically, like dogs barking on lone farms. Republicans and Free Staters were waging civil war.

On a rooftop near O'Connell Bridge, a Republican sniper lay watching. Beside him lay his rifle and over his shoulders was slung a pair of field glasses. His face was the face of a student, thin and ascetic, but his eyes had the cold gleam of the fanatic. They were deep and thoughtful, the eyes of a man who is used to looking at death.

He was eating a sandwich hungrily. He had eaten nothing since morning. He had been too excited to eat. He finished the sandwich, and, taking a flask of whiskey from his pocket, he took a short drought. Then he returned the flask to his pocket. He paused for a moment, considering whether he should risk a smoke. It was dangerous. The flash might be seen in the darkness, and there were enemies watching. He decided to take the risk.

Placing a cigarette between his lips, he struck a match, inhaled the smoke hurriedly and put out the light. Almost immediately, a bullet flattened itself against the parapet of the roof. The sniper took another whiff and put out the cigarette. Then he swore softly and crawled away to the left.

Cautiously he raised himself and peered over the parapet. There was a flash and a bullet whizzed over his head. He dropped immediately. He had seen the flash. It came from the opposite side of the street.

He rolled over the roof to a chimney stack in the rear, and slowly drew himself up behind it, until his eyes were level with the top of the parapet. There was nothing to be seen--just the dim outline of the opposite housetop against the blue sky. His enemy was under cover.

Just then an armored car came across the bridge and advanced slowly up the street. It stopped on the opposite side of the street, fifty yards ahead. The sniper could hear the dull panting of the motor. His heart beat faster. It was an enemy car. He wanted to fire, but he knew it was useless. His bullets would never pierce the steel that covered the gray monster.

Then round the corner of a side street came an old woman, her head covered by a tattered shawl. She began to talk to the man in the turret of the car. She was pointing to the roof where the sniper lay. An informer.

The turret opened. A man's head and shoulders appeared, looking toward the sniper. The sniper raised his rifle and fired. The head fell heavily on the turret wall. The woman darted toward the side street. The sniper fired again. The woman whirled round and fell with a shriek into the gutter.

Suddenly from the opposite roof a shot rang out and the sniper dropped his rifle with a curse. The rifle clattered to the roof. The sniper thought the noise would wake the dead. He stooped to pick the rifle up. He couldn't lift it. His forearm was dead. "I'm hit," he muttered.

Dropping flat onto the roof, he crawled back to the parapet. With his left hand he felt the injured right forearm. The blood was oozing through the sleeve of his coat. There was no pain--just a deadened sensation, as if the arm had been cut off.

Quickly he drew his knife from his pocket, opened it on the breastwork of the parapet, and ripped open the sleeve. There was a small hole where the bullet had entered. On the other side there was no hole. The bullet had lodged in the bone. It must have fractured it. He bent the arm below the wound. the arm bent back easily. He ground his teeth to overcome the pain.

Then taking out his field dressing, he ripped open the packet with his knife. He broke the neck of the iodine bottle and let the bitter fluid drip into the wound. A paroxysm of pain swept through him. He placed the cotton wadding over the wound and wrapped the dressing over it. He tied the ends with his teeth.

Then he lay still against the parapet, and, closing his eyes, he made an effort of will to overcome the pain.

In the street beneath all was still. The armored car had retired speedily over the bridge, with the machine gunner's head hanging lifeless over the turret. The woman's corpse lay still in the gutter.

The sniper lay still for a long time nursing his wounded arm and planning escape. Morning must not find him wounded on the roof. The enemy on the opposite roof coverd his escape. He must kill that enemy and he could not use his rifle. He had only a revolver to do it. Then he thought of a plan.

Taking off his cap, he placed it over the muzzle of his rifle. Then he pushed the rifle slowly upward over the parapet, until the cap was visible from the opposite side of the street. Almost immediately there was a report, and a bullet pierced the center of the cap. The sniper slanted the rifle forward. The cap clipped down into the street. Then catching the rifle in the middle, the sniper dropped his left hand over the roof and let it hang, lifelessly. After a few moments he let the rifle drop to the street. Then he sank to the roof, dragging his hand with him.





Crawling quickly to his feet, he peered up at the corner of the roof. His ruse had succeeded. The other sniper, seeing the cap and rifle fall, thought that he had killed his man. He was now standing before a row of chimney pots, looking across, with his head clearly silhouetted against the western sky.

The Republican sniper smiled and lifted his revolver above the edge of the parapet. The distance was about fifty yards--a hard shot in the dim light, and his right arm was paining him like a thousand devils. He took a steady aim. His hand trembled with eagerness. Pressing his lips together, he took a deep breath through his nostrils and fired. He was almost deafened with the report and his arm shook with the recoil.




Then when the smoke cleared, he peered across and uttered a cry of joy. His enemy had been hit. He was reeling over the parapet in his death agony. He struggled to keep his feet, but he was slowly falling forward as if in a dream. The rifle fell from his grasp, hit the parapet, fell over, bounded off the pole of a barber's shop beneath and then clattered on the pavement.

Then the dying man on the roof crumpled up and fell forward. The body turned over and over in space and hit the ground with a dull thud. Then it lay still.

The sniper looked at his enemy falling and he shuddered. The lust of battle died in him. He became bitten by remorse. The sweat stood out in beads on his forehead. Weakened by his wound and the long summer day of fasting and watching on the roof, he revolted from the sight of the shattered mass of his dead enemy. His teeth chattered, he began to gibber to himself, cursing the war, cursing himself, cursing everybody.

He looked at the smoking revolver in his hand, and with an oath he hurled it to the roof at his feet. The revolver went off with a concussion and the bullet whizzed past the sniper's head. He was frightened back to his senses by the shock. His nerves steadied. The cloud of fear scattered from his mind and he laughed.


Taking the whiskey flask from his pocket, he emptied it a drought. He felt reckless under the influence of the spirit. He decided to leave the roof now and look for his company commander, to report. Everywhere around was quiet. There was not much danger in going through the streets. He picked up his revolver and put it in his pocket. Then he crawled down through the skylight to the house underneath.

When the sniper reached the laneway on the street level, he felt a sudden curiosity as to the identity of the enemy sniper whom he had killed. He decided that he was a good shot, whoever he was. He wondered did he know him. Perhaps he had been in his own company before the split in the army. He decided to risk going over to have a look at him. He peered around the corner into O'Connell Street. In the upper part of the street there was heavy firing, but around here all was quiet.

The sniper darted across the street. A machine gun tore up the ground around him with a hail of bullets, but he escaped. He threw himself face downward beside the corpse. The machine gun stopped.

Then the sniper turned over the dead body and looked into his brother's face.


If your not going to read it all. At least read the last 4 paragraphs.

[Araf5]

ok, who the **** made you judge?

0btw,

READ EM ALL.

http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19597.html
EPIC LULZ
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/8850.html
LOL
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9750.html
lel.
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19724.html
-
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19479.html
LOLOLLOOLOLOL READ THIS ONE TOO
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/11742.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9920.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/24936.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19593.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19731.html
eew..lol
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/7449.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19548.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/26788.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19753.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9566.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19739.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/18641.html

^^, bored-ness ehh? :D

[lv3phat3omfg]

ok, who the **** made you judge?

0btw,

READ EM ALL.

http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19597.html
EPIC LULZ
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/8850.html
LOL
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9750.html
lel.
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19724.html
-
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19479.html
LOLOLLOOLOLOL READ THIS ONE TOO
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/11742.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9920.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/24936.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19593.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19731.html
eew..lol
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/7449.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19548.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/26788.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19753.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/9566.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/19739.html
http://www.jokes2go.com/poems/18641.html

^^, bored-ness ehh? :D


i made myself judge. thank you. :p

No rly. Im just putting in my opinion

[Fletcha]

ima sing and hold up my artwork when i sing! ima try to win dat 50m...can u add rares as extras? like purples for #1? well ty arensal

[yimi167]

I'll judge it; if I participated my writing talent would destroy you all.

lol Benz is that a challenge i hear???? we'd all own u faster then u can say holy sh*t.:)

[yimi167]

if u add a art show i'l judge it cause i dominate in drawing see my user profile, i drew pic u see there.=p.

:):):)

[Mr hamster]

maybe I'll write an emo poem or something.
-Mr hamster

[Jesse]

lol Benz is that a challenge i hear???? we'd all own u faster then u can say holy sh*t.:)
I happen to be quite literate, Yimi.

I could certainly win this.

[Ub3r Butthol3]

Can i be a judge? pm me in game


ugabaduga

[Ub3r Butthol3]

posted twice soz about that xD

[Jesse]

Can i be a judge? pm me in game


ugabaduga

No. You cannot.

[ducati131]

i got a short story me n me m8s made it up on h'ween bout 3 - 4 years ago.

There was a girl called Molly she loved to play with dolls but she thought one doll wasn't cute enough so when she went to her grandma's she threw it in the dustbin. later that night she went to sleep but she could a faint voice
"Molly i'm in the dustbin why did you throw me out?"
Molly told her Grandma but she said she was dreaming. Then,
"Molly i'm in the living room!"
Molly checked the room but nothing was there.
"Molly i'm in the kitchen grabbing a knife!"
Molly called her grandma and asked her to have a look in while she waited.
But after a few minutes nothing was to be heard.
Molly looked inside and her grandma's head was in the table.
She ran upstairs and hid under the quilt.
"Molly i'm on the stairs"
"Molly i'm in your bedroom"
Molly peeked over the edge but the was nothing there.
"Molly i'm in your bed"
Molly couldn't see anything
"Molly....YOU'RE DEAD!"

the end
lul i made the in year 5

[Teacher]

I was wondering about being a judge. PM me in game please. :)

[Arsenal]

Art-Work has now been added. This is the last category that will be added.

[lv3phat3omfg]

i got a short story me n me m8s made it up on h'ween bout 3 - 4 years ago.

There was a girl called Molly she loved to play with dolls but she thought one doll wasn't cute enough so when she went to her grandma's she threw it in the dustbin. later that night she went to sleep but she could a faint voice
"Molly i'm in the dustbin why did you throw me out?"
Molly told her Grandma but she said she was dreaming. Then,
"Molly i'm in the living room!"
Molly checked the room but nothing was there.
"Molly i'm in the kitchen grabbing a knife!"
Molly called her grandma and asked her to have a look in while she waited.
But after a few minutes nothing was to be heard.
Molly looked inside and her grandma's head was in the table.
She ran upstairs and hid under the quilt.
"Molly i'm on the stairs"
"Molly i'm in your bedroom"
Molly peeked over the edge but the was nothing there.
"Molly i'm in your bed"
Molly couldn't see anything
"Molly....YOU'RE DEAD!"

the end
lul i made the in year 5

Nice.. But only if you want to scare some 5 year olds.. Sorry..

[0o lv3 o0]

Sound's Kool, I will enter also.

[powned38]

I think i might enter in the art section of the contest! this is going to be intense :cool:

[Slyith]

can we post more than 1 entry?

[yimi167]

I happen to be quite literate, Yimi.

I could certainly win this. lol so am i i wrote a story called bob the fish,
i got a publishing deal but refused it, i need to write more stories.(bob the fish is a childs book):):):):)

[bradh50]

thanks for postinhg the drawing/art that i requested....i will enter a drawing soon.

[Sir Thomas]

if i wrote anything it wud be horrible :)

[Slyith]

This is a rap..idk if it counts as a poem but this is mine. I made this up all on my own. I'll make a better more soft poem if i can put another entry

1. What is the name of your entry?: Don't mess with Asians
2. What Genre is it?: Rap Poem-ish
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: I'm writing it
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Only me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: Took me about a day. I'm a creative thinker.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Yes
7. Additional Comments: I'll prolly make another entry that's something more soother.
8. Other: I'll make another entry :P


-------Don't mess with Asians -------

Sittin here chillin all day,
Plowin through these B*tches all the way.

F*ck these B*tches at school,
Trying to act tough but they're just a bunch of fools.

Gonna punch ya b*tches in the face,
I'll beat your ass anytime any place.

What, you gonna get up all in my face and act tough,
When you can’t back up S*IT and keep on thinking that you’re buff.

So what that if I’m Asian, you gonna make fun of my eyes,
How about I slam your face into the ground and watch your demise.

Who cares if I look different to you
We’re all human so what gives you the right to tell us what to do.

So get your ugly ass face out of mine,
Or you can kiss my ass and tell me how much it’ll shine.

[jol307]

1. What is the name of your entry?: Lights Out
2. What Genre is it?: Story
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Ill be righting it.
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Nope, Just me.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: Ill take about a full day itll be sort of long.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Yes Sir!
7. Additional Comments: I think I will keep entering i LOVE righting.
8. Other: Ill post here the story tom..

[Ub3r Butthol3]

Why not???

[lilfishy]

1. What is the name of your entry?: In The Stars
2. What Genre is it?: Poem
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Only me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: 3 hours. It was so emotional.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Yes
7. Additional Comments: This is about my grandpa who passed away.
8. Other: I miss him so much :( We made a star for him, and when ever I look into the star, right next to the moon, and the biggest one there. I see my grandpas face looking back at me. One year before I was born, my grandpa got a stroke, and couldnt talk ever again. I never heard him talk to me, but in his hugs, and in his expressions of love towards me, that was his talking. I loved him so much, and when i was 5, he passed away. :(


You are in the stars. By David/lilfishy.

I look up every night, into the stars, and I see you
I wake up in the morning, and you are gone.
I go to school always looking for you.
But yet I dont see you.
I come home from school, hoping that you will be there.
But I do not see you.
I go into my bed at night, but first look up at the stars.
And there you are looking back at me.

Thankyou for reading, and I hope someone worthy of winning wins.:)


~lilfishy~

[Zerrin]

Hey, This sounds awesome. maybe ill give this a try and sign up. :) Good Work

[lilfishy]

I know, its a sick contest idea!!

[lilfishy]

1. What is the name of your entry?: In The Stars
2. What Genre is it?: Poem
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Only me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: 3 hours. It was so emotional.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Yes
7. Additional Comments: This is about my grandpa who passed away.
8. Other: I miss him so much :( We made a star for him, and when ever I look into the star, right next to the moon, and the biggest one there. I see my grandpas face looking back at me. One year before I was born, my grandpa got a stroke, and couldnt talk ever again. I never heard him talk to me, but in his hugs, and in his expressions of love towards me, that was his talking. I loved him so much, and when i was 5, he passed away. :(

You are in the stars. By David/lilfishy.

I look up every night, into the stars, and I see you
I wake up in the morning, and you are gone.
I go to school always looking for you.
But yet I dont see you.
I come home from school, hoping that you will be there.
But I do not see you.
I go into my bed at night, but first look up at the stars.
And there you are looking back at me.

Thankyou for reading, and I hope someone worthy of winning wins.:)


~lilfishy~


Also, this is my first and most meaningfull poem, can you guys rate? I waan know what you think

Thanks

[king cailech]

Ima right u a story not for comp becuase i like to:)

[king cailech]

i got a short story me n me m8s made it up on h'ween bout 3 - 4 years ago.

There was a girl called Molly she loved to play with dolls but she thought one doll wasn't cute enough so when she went to her grandma's she threw it in the dustbin. later that night she went to sleep but she could a faint voice
"Molly i'm in the dustbin why did you throw me out?"
Molly told her Grandma but she said she was dreaming. Then,
"Molly i'm in the living room!"
Molly checked the room but nothing was there.
"Molly i'm in the kitchen grabbing a knife!"
Molly called her grandma and asked her to have a look in while she waited.
But after a few minutes nothing was to be heard.
Molly looked inside and her grandma's head was in the table.
She ran upstairs and hid under the quilt.
"Molly i'm on the stairs"
"Molly i'm in your bedroom"
Molly peeked over the edge but the was nothing there.
"Molly i'm in your bed"
Molly couldn't see anything
"Molly....YOU'RE DEAD!"

the end
lul i made the in year 5


Dude ive herd that b4 u didnt make that up.

[king cailech]

Hello my name is Robert Plessey i am the owner of king cialech.

This took about 1-2hours to think of and about 20mins to type.

I am writing you a short story and i hope you enjoy it.

I agree to all the above terms and conditions also.

Okay here it goes. (its a kiddy story)

The Tooth Fairy,

In Fairyland, far beyond the rainbow, there is a magical place where Growing-up
Fairies live. Two of those are the First-Step Fairy and the First-Word fairy. The busiest of all, though, is the Tooth Fairy, for she visits children each time one of there baby teeth fall out. The Tooth Fairy collects baby teeth to make stars that sparkle in the sky. it takes many teeth to make a star, and the Tooth Fairy has been collecting children's baby teeth for a long, long time. (You can tell by trying to count all the stars at night.) Each time a child loses a tooth, the Tooth Fairy flies down from Fairyland in a shower of golden sparks. She takes the tooth from its pouch hidden under the child's pillow, and leaves a gift in its place. The first time a child loses a tooth, something extra-special happens. The Tooth Fairy slowly creeps into your room and jentle takes you to Fairyland. There all the Fairies are waiting for you. There is a huge feast just for you, and a big red banner saying congratulations! You are probably thinking that i am making it up, if not thinking how do you know. Well i know becuase I am the Tooth Fairy and i am very real and dont let anyone tell you different. So always remember to put you baby teeth under you pillow for a special gift. THE END

That concludes my story.

I do not think that it is a thousand words But i dont care i just wanted to write a stroy.

I hope you enjoyed it.

I would also like to make a donation so add me on king cailech.

Good Luck every one!!!!!!!!!!

[u r dum]

Edited .

[skillsking]

1. What is the name of your entry?: plane in my coat
2. What Genre is it?:emo
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.:cuz helped me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:2-3 hours
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :ya totally
7. Additional Comments:below

kinda long, may take a while to finish
You rawred at me
I look at you
you climb in bed
I held your hand
you smile at me
I kiss your hand
You fall asleep
the night has peaked
dare we speak?

Glance around
Don't make a sound
Laugh away
these crazy days
please don't frown
I don't want you down
Hold you tight
when your full of fright
never out of sight
you're my light

In the spring picnic for two
Watching the sky so blue
clouds pass bye
let us never die

See you walking
laughing and talking
didn't think it real
life can make things a wonderful meal
sometimes things seem so wrong
but that doesn't last long
just give me a hug
ill give your hand a tug
its cute when you pout
you put a plane in my coat
Made my day
please don't go away

Ill always be here
just take a peer
here in my hood
feeling pretty good
when your feeling dim
just find me
i hope i can make you grin

[lilfishy]

1. What is the name of your entry?: plane in my coat
2. What Genre is it?:idk
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.:cuz helped me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:2-3 hours
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :ya totally
7. Additional Comments:below

kinda long, may take a while to finish
You rawred at me
I look at you
you climb in bed
I held your hand
you smile at me
I kiss your hand
You fall asleep
the night has peaked
dare we speak?

Glance around
Don't make a sound
Laugh away
these crazy days
please don't frown
I don't want you down
Hold you tight
when your full of fright
never out of sight
you're my light

In the spring picnic for two
Watching the sky so blue
clouds pass bye
let us never die

See you walking
laughing and talking
didn't think it real
life can make things a wonderful meal
sometimes things seem so wrong
but that doesn't last long
just give me a hug
ill give your hand a tug
its cute when you pout
you put a plane in my coat
Made my day
please don't go away

Ill always be here
just take a peer
here in my hood
feeling pretty good
when your feeling dim
just find me
i hope i can make you grin

I think I may have heard that before. If not, good job.

[zeus archer]

Buddy i like your idea....(not) if you can find me!!:)

[Slyith]

1. What is the name of your entry?: -----Dreaming is inevitable-----
2. What Genre is it?:Poem/Romantic
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:Written below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else involved? If so, please notify here.:I do my poems all by myself
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:5 hours. Thinking good words is the way to go.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes
7. Additional Comments:Use my poem to ur gfs? :D

-------Dreaming is inevitable-------

I wake up every night and day,
Thinking about you through my mind just aching to see you light the way.

Your beautiful face is heavenly to see,
I’m so speechless what more could I be.

Every moment in life I spend with you,
Brightens my day thinking what could go wrong if only you knew.

My hearts beats rapidly every time I hear or say your name,
I’d post pictures of your pretty face in every frame.

Before I go to sleep my mind just sets on you,
Dreaming that I can hold your hands kissing you on this cloud that’s blue .

Fading away into the darkness we part,
I’ll never forget every moment we spent together, for it will always stay within my heart.

[S T R 99]

1. What is the name of your entry?: -----Dreaming is inevitable-----
2. What Genre is it?:Poem/Romantic
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:Written below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else involved? If so, please notify here.:I do my poems all by myself
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:5 hours. Thinking good words is the way to go.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes
7. Additional Comments:Use my poem to ur gfs? :D

-------Dreaming is inevitable-------

I wake up every night and day,
Thinking about you through my mind just aching to see you light the way.

Your beautiful face is heavenly to see,
I’m so speechless what more could I be.

Every moment in life I spend with you,
Brightens my day thinking what could go wrong if only you knew.

My hearts beats rapidly every time I hear or say your name,
I’d post pictures of your pretty face in every frame.

Before I go to sleep my mind just sets on you,
Dreaming that I can hold your hands kissing you on this cloud that’s blue .

Fading away into the darkness we part,
I’ll never forget every moment we spent together, for it will always stay within my heart.

Wow lol , Thats touchy , heard something like it before , maybe same words , but anyway.. nice poem lol. Really nice honestly:D

[TJ960]

Are you able to write mini saga's, these are short writing paragraphs of 50 words EXACTLY. I wrote one and enterd it into a competition along with my school and all the other schools around the country, and mine is being submitted into a book, with copyright to it. So its 100% mine.

[my skills k0]

1. What is the name of your entry?: The man from nantucket
2. What Genre is it?: IDK?
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Its on this post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: me alone.
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: Years
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Does it make a difference
7. Additional Comments: My poem is below
8. Other: Your mom

There once was a man from nantucket,
his cock was so long he could suck it,
Wiping cumb from his chin,
he said with a grin,
if my ear were a cunt i could **** it.

:D OH MY GOD..I laughed so hard when i read this poem...You have my vote too :D

[S K I L E R]

Nick, make me a Judge please?

As I am not competeing in this and have nothing else to do just make me a Judge please.

Thanks.

Webber! LMFAO@YOU!
Spelling is a bit wrong. But DAYUM! You got my vote =]]

The once was a man from Nantucket,
his cock was so long he could suck it,
Wiping cum from his chin,
he said with a grin,
If my ear was a cunt I could f**k it.

Only, real things I seen wrong.

[Arsenal]

Come on guys. Be serious here. I don't want <censored> <censored> "funny" stuff. This is meant to be an actual serious comp and if no one will take it seriously, I'll just stop it.

[Slyith]

webbers poem.. he took it off the internet

My poem is not funny, it's a "romance" poem =]

[Heavenangel8]

1. What is the name of your entry?: Never Meant To Be
2. What Genre is it?: Uhh..Poetry?
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: Below
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Yup only me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: 3 weeks
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : Yup
7. Additional Comments: Poem is after these questions:)
8. Other:



Theres this boy who you truly love,
he claims hes gonna change,
but week by week,
day by day,
its still the same.
Ya been through a lot together and thought it would never end,
but sadly someone is going to be left heartbroken.
When you're in his arms,
you don't want him to let go,
you have this tingling feeling deep inside,
but it never shows.
You and him have this connection that you never had before,
you thought hes the one,
who you can give it all up for.
Little did you know,
he don't love you like you do,
it hurts inside to know the truth,
but the truth just makes you stronger.
He's your one and only love,
he's the one who you gave your first kiss to,
he's the one that treats you with respect,
he never has a time were he's not thinking of you,
you're his world,
you're his girl,
you're the one who he adores.
But as time goes by,
he seprates from you,
he's noticing other girls that aren't that true.
Then one day a little mistake is said,
then it turns into a big commotion,
that will hurt someone's emotion.
When he say those two words "It's Over",
you think it's the end of time,
it strikes you like a bullet to the heart,
but you'll eventually get over it.
When you think about it,
you say it yourself,
it was NEVER meant to be.
You can do much better than him.

[kuzmin]

Those big words are so intimidating, watch out :D

[Slyith]

o.o nice words..

i'm makin a story =]

[Webber]

Why are like 90% of people who join dodian illiterate, or have the knowledge to type normally but they chose to Typ lyka d15.

Edit: To the people who think I entered that seriously, no it's a joke entry. To Benz, you type like a retard "******faggot"

[Ragu]

LOl
I like that message

[Ub3r Butthol3]

nice poem lilfishey i really loved it...makes me think :P

[TKO]

Nice Poem :]

-
αмччвавєэ;;

[lilfishy]

Thanks so much dude, it hurt writing it, but i wanted to.

[lilfishy]

Nice Poem :]

-
αмччвавєэ;;


me?:)


Thanks:)

[Balmora]

1. What is the name of your entry?:self destruct
2. What Genre is it?:poem
3. Where is your entry located \? posting it
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? mine
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:hour or so
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes
7. Additional Comments:none
8. Other:none


I'mma self-destruct
Im all outta luck
Down on my knees
Begging Gawd Please
Please set me free
Give back my wings to me
Before I explode
Let my anger implode
Let my depression subside
My imsomnia die
Let my daddy revel
in the horror he causes so well
Let him get caught, thrown in jail
Let all his calls fail
Let him forget about me
Let him get a new family
Cause Baby guess what?
Imma self destruct
Cause I'm all outta luck
Down on my knees
Begging gawd Please
Please let me fly
Where love doesn't die
Where theres an end to all war
Peace on Earth to the core
Where the angels do sing
Of praise to the king
Where my mom doesn't cry
Begging "please tell me why"
Where she doesn't keep it all in
Pain bottled within
Bubbling inside
No where left to hide
Explosion of anger
Grabs knife and a dagger
Daughters start trembling
The hatred is winning
Please gawd hep her see
she needs to talk to me
Rid our househols of hate
Before it's to late
Because Bby guess what?
I'mm about to self destruct
Down On my knees
Begging Gawd Please

[lilfishy]

1. What is the name of your entry?:self destruct
2. What Genre is it?:poem
3. Where is your entry located \? posting it
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? mine
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:hour or so
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes
7. Additional Comments:none
8. Other:none


I'mma self-destruct
Im all outta luck
Down on my knees
Begging Gawd Please
Please set me free
Give back my wings to me
Before I explode
Let my anger implode
Let my depression subside
My imsomnia die
Let my daddy revel
in the horror he causes so well
Let him get caught, thrown in jail
Let all his calls fail
Let him forget about me
Let him get a new family
Cause Baby guess what?
Imma self destruct
Cause I'm all outta luck
Down on my knees
Begging gawd Please
Please let me fly
Where love doesn't die
Where theres an end to all war
Peace on Earth to the core
Where the angels do sing
Of praise to the king
Where my mom doesn't cry
Begging "please tell me why"
Where she doesn't keep it all in
Pain bottled within
Bubbling inside
No where left to hide
Explosion of anger
Grabs knife and a dagger
Daughters start trembling
The hatred is winning
Please gawd hep her see
she needs to talk to me
Rid our househols of hate
Before it's to late
Because Bby guess what?
I'mm about to self destruct
Down On my knees
Begging Gawd Please




Nice, the bolded are mispelled, please dont correct. If you correct its not fair.

[Balmora]

i wrote it down then typed it real fast so yea and i have spell check turned off i hate the little red lines they mock me

[avenge foxyz]

duuuude, i so lose.

that poem is good. seriously.. um, you made a few spelling errors and they will critic that.. but... dang good poem.

p.s. if you need anything let me know.

[Xenthosapien]

1. Name of Entry - The Guardian of Prosperity
2. Genre - Historical Fiction Short Story
3. Where is entry - Below
4. Is it just you? - Yes, my own work
5. Time put into the work - 1 month
6. Do I agree with all the rules stated above? - Yes
7. Additional Comments - This story is a recreation of life in a Jewish Concentration Camp of World War II. Oh, and near the middle of the story, those aren't misspellings, they are German words, u can translate them if you'd like. Hope you guys enjoy.
8. Other -


The Guardian of Prosperity

Edvárd was what my father had named me. The guardian of prosperity was its ancient meaning. That was the tradition in our family, from generation to generation. Our family has provided our little city with some forms of protection. My father was a member of the Hungarian police. I was destined to follow in my father’s footprints. From a tender age, I was drilled. Not only physically, but most importantly, in ethics.
“You must protect the innocent, Edvárd…”
“You must perform your duty, Edvárd…”
“You must believe in what is right, Edvárd…”
That last message was said to me with my father’s final breath. That day, I still remember clearly. As clear as if it had occurred yesterday…
It was on the eve of Hanukkah when I was selected into the Hungarian police force. How happy I had been! I remember my father and my mother, rejoiced… eyes gleaming like crystals in the sunlight. The heated room, warmly burning with candles. The beautifully decorated walls, appealing with shades of crimson and gold. The powerful scents of parsley and roses, filling the air. My heart glowed with joy and honor. Together, our family celebrated, smiled, forever bound together by love.
I remember that very night. I prayed. I remember not for how long I knelt before my bed. I sent a thousand thanks to God. Ever grateful for this event. Ever joyful for this feeling. This trust. This love.
I awoke to the steady pattering of rain on my window. A knock on the door. I paid no heed. Nothing could spoil my mood. The knocking crescendoed. A pounding. A barrage of knocks. That was where it all started.
I felt the warm cloak vanish around me as I rose, suddenly frozen. I crept down the stairs. The fire in the stove had died out. Every step felt cold beneath myProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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eet. There in our kitchen was a troop of GermanPProxy-Connection: keep-alive
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fficers and my father. They stood straight, rifles in hand, brows furrowed. Death itself seemed to have entered.
My father and I were ordered to the ghetto. As we walked, the rain fell harder. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The smell of corpses hit me first through the fog. Its stench lodged my nose, choked my throat, and stung my eyes. The fog parted as we advanced. Silhouettes appeared. Slowly the image before us unveiled… People littered the streets. Some alive, most dead. A mother with her crying baby, sitting still. Her face was streaked. With rain or tears I do not know. My father trudged forward. I opened my mouth to plead. That was when I saw his eyes. His eyes were darkened. Carrying a deep look. A sorrowful look. A confused look. I did not understand.
We came to a halt at the common. A German officer came up and handed my father a rifle. Everything became clear to me. Ahead was line upon line of civilians, standing with hunched backs. Water droplets rolled off the tips of their noses. Beyond I heard the wailing of a baby. Then a crack of lightning. The final judgment.
"Go on dispose of these Jewish scum."
I looked at my father. No. We couldn't...
"Go on...just pull the trigger. That's an order."
I stared at my father. These people. They've done nothing.
My father dropped the rifle. The clatter of it on the road echoed.
"No, I can't..."
The Germans were stunned. Silence followed. Just the sound of the rain pattering the ground.
The Germans lurched.
"Du spinnst!" A heavy blow landed on my father's chest.
Amidst the sudden gasps from the prisoners, my father rose.
"Saukerl!" The butt of a rifle hit my father's face.
Inch by inch my father rose. Hair matted, blood dripping, muscles shaking.
"Dummkopf! " My father collapsed. He remained still. I stood stunned. Not knowing what to feel. I trembled. No.
"Dispose of this traitor."
The Germans left. My father was left there lying on the dirt filled street. He was left there with the beggars. The trash pickers. No better. No worse.
I made a movement. My body refused. Why? He's my father. He was a policeman. He was the protector of the innocent. No. He cannot be dead. God would not allow it. I walked home.
That night, I was home. The fire felt less warm. The love felt less loving. Lying in bed I stared at the ceiling. Half-expecting my father to enter my room to give me the nightly kiss on my forehead. Seconds passed. Those seconds became minutes. Minutes became hours. No one entered.
Tears welled up. Father wasn't coming. What was I to believe he would? He was dead. Killed. Murdered.
I remember thinking about my name. Guardian of prosperity...the irony. The cruelty. How am I able to follow orders and still help others? I was torn. Torn between duty and responsibility.
I began to pray to God. Stopped. He had allowed my father to die. I owe God not my loyalty. He was the traitor. He betrayed me. He took from me something that will never be repaid.
It was then a revelation hit me. At first I refused to accept it. I cursed at God. Blamed him for my loss.
After my frustrations were exhausted, I let out a final groan. Tears that have been held behind the walls of my eyelids streamed out. My mind opened. I realized what I had denied...my father had died for a cause. He had done what was right. My father had seen this coming. He could not stay with me forever. He left me with the greatest of lessons. It is now my responsibility to do the same. He must not die in vain.
The guardian of prosperity. I smiled. On the horizon, the sun poked out. The tears on my cheeks glistened. Tears of joy. This was how God had meant life to be. My father, so far apart yet never so close. The start of a new day. A day to fulfill my responsibility.


- Xenthosapien

PLEASE DISREGARD THIS VERSION OF THE ESSAY. DUE TO A CONNECTION ERROR, WITH FIREFOX SAYING SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF 404 ERROR, THIS EDITION HAS BEEN TAINTED WITH WEIRD LANGUAGE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE ESSAY. JUDGES PLEASE READ THE SECOND EDITION WHICH WAS THE FORMAT I HAD HOPED FOR ON THE NEXT PAGE. THANK YOU.

[lilfishy]

Thats Hawt!!!!!!! If You Realy Made It Lol! There Are Like 2 Misspelled Words, But Thats All.

[Xenthosapien]

wow that was not wat i expected
i def made indentations in that and it didnt respond. then firefox said 404 error or somethin and apparently it posted it all messed up.

and yes its mine i am willing to put my hand on the bible and swear upon death. not one bit is plagerized.

[Xenthosapien]

1. Name of Entry - The Guardian of Prosperity
2. Genre - Historical Fiction Short Story
3. Where is entry - Below
4. Is it just you? - Yes, my own work
5. Time put into the work - 1 month
6. Do I agree with all the rules stated above? - Yes
7. Additional Comments - This story is a recreation of life in a Jewish Concentration Camp of World War II. Oh, and near the middle of the story, those aren't misspellings, they are German words, u can translate them if you'd like. Hope you guys enjoy.
8. Other -

The Guardian of Prosperity

Edvárd was what my father had named me. The guardian of prosperity was its ancient meaning. That was the tradition in our family, from generation to generation. Our family has provided our little city with some forms of protection. My father was a member of the Hungarian police. I was destined to follow in my father’s footprints. From a tender age, I was drilled. Not only physically, but most importantly, in ethics.

“You must protect the innocent, Edvárd…”

“You must perform your duty, Edvárd…”

“You must believe in what is right, Edvárd…”

That last message was said to me with my father’s final breath. That day, I still remember clearly. As clear as if it had occurred yesterday…

It was on the eve of Hanukkah when I was selected into the Hungarian police force. How happy I had been! I remember my father and my mother, rejoiced… eyes gleaming like crystals in the sunlight. The heated room, warmly burning with candles. The beautifully decorated walls, appealing with shades of crimson and gold. The powerful scents of parsley and roses, filling the air. My heart glowed with joy and honor. Together, our family celebrated, smiled, forever bound together by love.

I remember that very night. I prayed. I remember not for how long I knelt before my bed. I sent a thousand thanks to God. Ever grateful for this event. Ever joyful for this feeling. This trust. This love.

I awoke to the steady pattering of rain on my window. A knock on the door. I paid no heed. Nothing could spoil my mood. The knocking crescendoed. A pounding. A barrage of knocks. That was where it all started.

I felt the warm cloak vanish around me as I rose, suddenly frozen. I crept down the stairs. The fire in the stove had died out. Every step felt cold beneath my feet. There in our kitchen was a troop of German officers and my father. They stood straight, rifles in hand, brows furrowed. Death itself seemed to have entered.

My father and I were ordered to the ghetto. As we walked, the rain feProxy-Connection: keep-alive
Cache-Control: max-age=0

harder. Thunder rumbled in the distance. The smell of corpses hit me first through the fog. Its stench lodged my nose, choked my throat, and stung my eyes. The fog parted as we advanced. Silhouettes appeared. Slowly the image before us unveiled… People littered the streets. Some alive, most dead. A mother with her crying baby, sitting still. Her face was streaked. With rain or tears I do not know. My father trudged forward. I opened my mouth to plead. That was when I saw his eyes. His eyes were darkened. Carrying a deep look. A sorrowful look. A confused look. I did not understand.

We came to a halt at the common. A German officer came up and handed my father a rifle. Everything became clear to me. Ahead was line upon line of civilians, standing with hunched backs. Water droplets rolled off the tips of their noses. Beyond I heard the wailing of a baby. Then a crack of lightning. The final judgment.

"Go on dispose of these Jewish scum."

I looked at my father. No. We couldn't...

"Go on...just pull the trigger. That's an order."

I stared at my father. These people. They've done nothing.

My father dropped the rifle. The clatter of it on the road echoed.

"No, I can't..."

The Germans were stunned. Silence followed. Just the sound of the rain pattering the ground.

The Germans lurched.

"Du spinnst!" A heavy blow landed on my father's chest.

Amidst the sudden gasps from the prisoners, my father rose.

"Saukerl!" The butt of a rifle hit my father's face.

Inch by inch my father rose. Hair matted, blood dripping, muscles shaking.

"Dummkopf! " My father collapsed. He remained still. I stood stunned. Not knowing what to feel. I trembled. No.

"Dispose of this traitor."

The Germans left. My father was left there lying on the dirt filled street. He was left there with the beggars. The trash pickers. No better. No worse.
I made a movement. My body refused. Why? He's my father. He was a policeman. He was the protector of the innocent. No. He cannot be dead. God would not allow it. I walked home.

That night, I was home. The fire felt less warm. The love felt less loving. Lying in bed I stared at the ceiling. Half-expecting my father to enter my room to give me the nightly kiss on my forehead. Seconds passed. Those seconds became minutes. Minutes became hours. No one entered.
Tears welled up. Father wasn't coming. What was I to believe he would? He was dead. Killed. Murdered.

I remember thinking about my name. Guardian of prosperity...the irony. The cruelty. How am I able to follow orders and still help others? I was torn. Torn between duty and responsibility.

I began to pray to God. Stopped. He had allowed my father to die. I owe God not my loyalty. He was the traitor. He betrayed me. He took from me something that will never be repaid.

It was then a revelation hit me. At first I refused to accept it. I cursed at God. Blamed him for my loss.

After my frustrations were exhausted, I let out a final groan. Tears that have been held behind the walls of my eyelids streamed out. My mind opened. I realized what I had denied...my father had died for a cause. He had done what was right. My father had seen this coming. He could not stay with me forever. He left me with the greatest of lessons. It is now my responsibility to do the same. He must not die in vain.

The guardian of prosperity. I smiled. On the horizon, the sun poked out. The tears on my cheeks glistened. Tears of joy. This was how God had meant life to be. My father, so far apart yet never so close. The start of a new day. A day to fulfill my responsibility.


- Xenthosapien


(this is a retrial of format to better show paragraphs)

[lilfishy]

You jewish?:confused: I am.
:)

[Arsenal]

EVERYONE! THE DATES FOR THE COMP HAVE CHANGED! PLEASE READ THREAD AGAIN TO FIND OUT!
Start Date: Wednesyday, 20th of August, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10).
Submission due date: Thursday, 1ST of October, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10).
Judging Date: Friday, 2ND of October, 2008.
Winner Anounced: 8TH - 10TH of October, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10)

[Nordinwanabe]

NordinWanabe(FIRST DONATOR!)



yup thats me

~Nordin Catic Protectorate of hate.w

[lilfishy]

Spam? lol dont spam please.

[lilfishy]

Anyone like my poem?

[TKO]

It's Ok I Guess,

[lilfishy]

Did you see it? Its in the topic in laungage arts... and on the 6th page in the bottom:)

[Balmora]

so who do you think is gonna win this ?????? my typos probably killed my chances at winning though :'(

[lilfishy]

Im not sure. I think everyone is good:) I ma suprised Benz said mine satisfied his literary interests, and that is hard to do.:)

[Balmora]

btw revel is a word look it up next time before you jump to conclusions

[lilfishy]

What conclusions I jump to?:confused:

[Balmora]

saying its spelt wrong when it was right look at your own post

[lilfishy]

OK sorry, I wasnt jumping to conclusions, chill please. I thought you meant to say reveal.

[lilfishy]

Arsenal, can the date be moved clooser. October is to far away, make this cntest a little shorter than October. Like September 12th. Most of the people already submited entry's and we are all dieing to see who wins:) Please and Thank you:)

[Slyith]

Lilfishy don't double post please


1. What is the name of your entry?: Brothers in Arms
2. What Genre is it? Story..Sorrow/Sad
3. Where is your entry located \? Below this
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? It is only mine
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: 4 days.
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :yes
7. Additional Comments: I hope you like this weirdly story. I know it kinda sucks. I had to do this kind of story for my Language Arts 4-6 class last year.
8. Other: None

Brothers in Arms
By: Chris Nguyen(me)

It was Carl Obama's twenty-first birthday; he and his brother Barack were celebrating with some friends at their apartment. It was getting late and they had been drinking, when Barack suggested that Carl should join the Marine Corps. Being young and drunk, Carl thought it was a great idea, and so the next day they went to the recruiter's office. When they got to the recruiter Carl chickened out and decided not to go through with joining and so instead Barack went in and signed up, but what Carl didn't know was that Barack had actually signed him up instead of himself.

----5 years later-----
The phone rang, the caller ID showed that it was Barack.
"Hello?"
"Hey it's Barack, guess what?"
"What?" Carl asked.
"I was just elected to President of the United States!"
"Congrats Mr. President, now it's your turn to guess what."
"What?" Barack replied.
"Yesterday I got a call saying that I'm going back to Irag for a year."
"WTF!" exclaimed Barack.
"IDK."
"WDYSO?"
"Que?"(means what)
"When do you ship out?"
"Oh....I'm at the airport right now, and I'm about to get on the plane."
"Okay, well just give me a call or whatever it is you can do just so I can know how your doing. I gotta get going to my celebration for me win." Barack said.
"Okay, bye."
Carl terminated the call. He boarded the plane and got ready for the next year of his life.
During the first few months of his term, Barack was inaugurated into his presidency and starting proposing bills to help end the war in Irag, but they were all turned down. Then one day Barack received a letter from carl.

Dear Barack,

These last few months have been hot as heck! There are always dogs barking and people dying and twice I've felt my barracks shake from a grenade. But besides that training is hard, water is scarce and I'm going blind in one eye. Hope your doing well.

Miss you bro,
CarlBarack

After reading his brothers letter Barack started tearing up and couldn't believe how bad it truly was in Irag, and he knew that he had to work harder to end the war in Irag once and for all. And within the next week Barack was on a plane to Irag to negotiate with the Prime Minister of Irag. While on Air Force One Barack turned on the news and saw a story about him going to Irag to talk to Prime Minster Muhammad Hussein Ali Obama Binladin III.
When Barack arrived in Baghdad he traveled to the palace to talk to the Prime Minster.
"Hello Prime Minister Muhammad." greeted President Barack.
"Hello President Barack."
"Let's just cut to the chase. I believe we should end the war and just go out separate ways." said Barack.
"No you can just come in here and kill my people and then leave without helping us rebuild our great city!" Muhammad snapped back.
"No we are not the ones killing your people, you are! We came over here, took power from your dictator and gave it back to your people, the only reason we are still here is to help you to stop the riots and end the violence here in Iraq!" exclaimed Barack.
"Okay we will let you leave and take the troops with you."
Then Barack stormed out of the room and once he was out of eyesight, he gave a great sigh of relief. The war was finally over, so Carl and the rest of the American soldiers could finally come home.
Within the next two weeks Barack had arranged to bring the soldiers home in shifts of three planes at a time, and Carl was on the first flight out. But after the entire soldiers were on theplane and before the planes could take off, a suicide bomber ran out in front of the first plane and blew himself up. And with the engines running the fuel was flowing and the plane exploded, triggering the next plane in line and the last plane as well. Immediately the rest of the Marines who weren't on the plane rushed over to help put out the fires. Once the flames were put out the debris was searched but no survivors were found.
As soon as the news hit the United States it spread like wild fire, soon everyone knew what happened that day. But when Barack heard the news he could not believe what had happened. His own brother was gone and he knew that it was all his fault. He was the one who tricked Carl into joining the Marines and he who had everyone sent back home, it was he who killed Carl.
After the truth of Carl's death, had completely sunk in Barack and went into a spiraling depression. And when congress asked Barack to speak at the funeral for the lost soldiers he said no. One night Barack had been drinking when he got a crazy idea about how to end all the pain and suffering. Iraq had to go, so later that night the President called the military generals and told them to nuke Iraq.
Everyone in America watched in horror as the bomb was launched from Quantico, Virginia and headed straight for the MIddle East. When the bomb did hit, it was said the explosion was seen for hundreds of miles. After the catastrophe Barack was arrested and put on trial at the UN for murder of first degree and sentenced to death. And for the next couple of years people mourned over the losses in Iraq.

[lilfishy]

Thats a sad story, not funny.:(

[Slyith]

lol oops...was thinking about my other story i will sure change it to sad :P

[Balmora]

yea the final date is a little to long i wanna know who wins this

[lilfishy]

He told me he will change later.

[Arsenal]

Prize Info Has Been Changed!
DATES FOR CONTEST HAS BEEN CHANGED!

[Slyith]

Prizes may be added?..

so like will there not be any prize?

[Arsenal]

Prizes may be added?..

so like will there not be any prize?
I did state that I'd think about it. -.- If you donated and there are no prizes. You'll be re-funded.

[p e e k a y]

i might enter

[lilfishy]

Since this is official, it should definatly have a rpise, why dont you ask one of the admins (noles, dodian, and guthan) spawn the correct prises that you had at first.

1st Place - 50-60m (and a whip)
2nd Place - 20-30m (and a d 2h)
3rd Place - 5-10m (and a d bax)



Maybe? Not the exact prices.:)

[Mr Smith]

i died alot of stuff in wilderness, because of the update that make it lagg. hopefully if you can..can you give bak my stuff which is magic bow, 100 iron arrow,range armour (full green dhide)

[lilfishy]

wrong topic for that:mad:... and staff does not refund lost items.... thats hwy i go in wld, if im getting owned, finish up my food and run out:p or i dont go in wild!:p he should be infractured for

A: psoting in the wrong section
B: in th rules it says no refunds...

[Balmora]

fishy stop trying to be a mod you fail it at and infraction are for things more serious he will just get warn

[73r3van3138]

hello theres this guy who hacked me! and im mad i realy love dodian but
since he hacked i might quit but i dont wanna!:( and he stole my g maul is username: darkbow99 or kulest13 !! idk know how he stole but he did!
so can u please help me get it back he even told me it was his! so i hope
u can help me get it back please

[lilfishy]

I meant warn, my bad.


Also I am not trying to be amod, just trying to help, and get people to follow the rules!

73r3van3138 wrong topic to psot that in, please dont spam.:) Warn him please.

[cptsparow]

lol ya good luck on that

[lilfishy]

Since this is official, it should definatly have a rpise, why dont you ask one of the admins (noles, dodian, and guthan) spawn the correct prises that you had at first.

1st Place - 50-60m (and a whip)
2nd Place - 20-30m (and a d 2h)
3rd Place - 5-10m (and a d bax)



Maybe? Not the exact prices.:)

Like the idea?

[crellin10]

ok so.. we like saw a monolage? *means a cold read* thats mean *a script* then that means * like a story lol i could go on and tell me in game plz and ty

[Arsenal]

I don't have the money now for prizes so that's why I am thinking about how I will be able to get the prizes.

[lilfishy]

Since ita aproved by admins, the prised should be givin by admins.

[K E W L]

1. What is the name of your entry?: The Jew From Peru
2. What Genre is it?: Jewish Humor... (Not Jewish By the Way)
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.: In my post
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.: Nahhhhh Just me
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?: about 25 seconds... Short but sweet
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? : yeah
7. Additional Comments: ***
8. Other: ****

There once was a man from Peru
He was somehow related to jews
He sucked all day for free cocain
and only ended up with a Jew. (With Aids by the way)

Short but sweet.

lmfao nice!

[lilfishy]

OK good, i got my infraction, but he got his mute infraction... I am happy.

[Arsenal]

No one takes this seriously. Don't post your worthless crap here! I don't want poems/stories anything! That mean jack <censored>. If you're not going to take this seriously, I might as well stop this comp. -.-

[Temperance]

No one takes this seriously. Don't post your worthless crap here! I don't want poems/stories anything! That mean jack <censored>. If you're not going to take this seriously, I might as well stop this comp. -.-

Don't worry, there are still some intelligent peeps here who do care.

:)

Be sure to look out for mine.

[Wiz]

Since most of the entries have been well...How can I say it in a nice way? Dumb, I've decided to post my "credo" which I've never shared with anyone even my English teachers. This credo I wrote back in about 7-8th grade and I still live by the lines of this credo to this day.

Note: I created this credo using many sources including the poem "If" by Rudyard Kipling, "You Gotta Be" by Desiree, "Boxes" by an author I forgot whose name, and "All I Needed To Learn I Learned In Kindergarten" by Robert Folghoum. But do not think I simply went and ripped these lines, I picked these lines carefully and diligently as these are the lines that I think define what kind of a person I am and what I want to accomplish before I die.

I listen as my day unfolds
I try to keep my head up into the sky
I challenge what my future holds
I gotta be bad, and I have to be bold
If I can keep my head while others lose theirs
And if I can walk not only with kings
And keep the common touch
And make my dreams not my master
And my thoughts not my aim
Then I can be aware of wonder
And learn that there is no box too far gone to restore

A credo doesn't technically need to make grammatical sense as long as it makes sense to the person who wrote it and the person who reads it and can comprehend it with an Intelligence level higher than the average person.

[Balmora]

am i one of the only players that take this seriously then along with a few others?

[lilfishy]

No one takes this seriously. Don't post your worthless crap here! I don't want poems/stories anything! That mean jack <censored>. If you're not going to take this seriously, I might as well stop this comp. -.-


I am taking this very seriosuly, my poem was serious, me and some other people are taking it seriosuly.

[Arsenal]

I might change the dates too a closer date.

[n o v i c e]

sounds cool to me but one thing how long did it take you to write all that lollz :)

[Balmora]

who me or someones else?

[lilfishy]

For mine, took hours becaue it was so emotional...

[AeRion]

I was going to post my drawing... But, nah.. First I'm going to decide...

[ZavenSOTM]

Here is one of my latest pieces, Rate. P.S. this is just an example, not my entry.
http://www.slyasafox.com/monolisa.jpg

[Arsenal]

Here is one of my latest pieces, Rate. P.S. this is just an example, not my entry.
http://www.slyasafox.com/monolisa.jpg
-.- Seriously.

[gmvrules]

Hello Dodian Users!
Have a Talent for writing? Got the talent to sing like Travis Clark? Or just feel the need to express all your thoughts onto a piece of paper?
WELL THE OFFICIAL Dodian, 'Language/Performing Arts' Comp! IS FOR YOU!

Hey guys! You all know me as Arsenal94 or Nick. Take your pick.
I have decided to make a comp. that all Dodian users can participate in!

What is the comp. about?
Well I have been meaning to do a comp. like this for ages. I have always been good at language arts and decided why not hold a comp. about it. So I though, "Why not actually put it to paper, Nick?"
So here the comp is! If i didn't answer the question, i think it is pretty easy to asnwer.
There are many parts to the comp. so please read every last word of this post!

REQUIREMENTS/RULES!:
Oh yes, Requirements. Like any good comp. they all have requirements and so does this one. Please follow them.

1. YOU MUST OBEY ME OR ANY JUDGE OF THE COMP!
2. You will follow all guidelines set in this comp.
3. IF YOU STEAL ANYONE'S WORK! I WILL KNOW and you will be banned!
4. You will follow the following requirements for each variable in the comp.

Story Writing: Stories must be over 1,000 words long. They must contain, a plot, orientation, body, resolution and a conclusion. Your story can be about anything!

Poems: Poems must be at least 20words+ Poems don't have to be extremely long as a lot of good ones are short but sweet. As stated before, your poem can be about anything you want.

Singing/Writing Lyrics: IF YOU DECIDE THAT YOU WANT TO SING! Please, in your voice clip/video, you must either do the following at the start.
1. HOLD A SIGN SAYING "DODIAN LANGUAGE/PERFORMING ARTS COMP! (YOUR USERNAME)! This is if you video it!
2. SAY "THIS IS FOR DODIAN LANGUAGE/PERFORING ARTS COMP! MY USERNAME IS (USERNAME)!

When writing lyrics, please, be original. Lyrics don't have to be any limit but please, no one wants lyrics that are 2sentences long or 500sentences long. You catch my drift?

Performing: If you decide to play any form of insturment, you must do what is also stated above for the singing! You don't necessarly have to sing when performing but it will be an added bonus if you do. When performing a song, you have a time-limit of 30seconds-4minutes. So your song can't be to short, or too long.

Dance: Do you think you have the talent to dance/choreograph your own dance routine? If so, this part is for you! Routines must be both performed by you/choreographed by yourself! You may include a partner in your routine! Dances can be of any genre! So if you're good at Popping, or Jazz, feel free to Dance your heart away! Dances must be at least 30seconds-3minutes long. Please, be original!

Art-Work: Got the talent to paint? Or draw? Well all art-work needs are here!(No GFX, sorry). There are no limits with the Art-Work section, just your drawing requires your Dodian User-name on-it. Rather then scanning it, it would be better to take a normal photo of it and scan it. With your normal photo, just show a 'Thumbs Up' in the corner of the picture. Also, your Art-Work must have, 'Dodian L/P.A.Comp!' At the top of it. Any other proof would be nice as well. XD

Your drawing can be about anything you want and can be any genre.

What you will be marked on!
All entries will be marked out of 50. For effort, grammar, accuracy, quality, tone, genre, plot, etc. You get the picture? Good.


FORMAT USED TO SUBMIT YOUR ENTRY!
YOU MUST USE THIS FORMAT WHEN SUBMITTING YOUR ENTRY OR IT WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED! IT ALSO MUST BE SUBMITTED TO THIS POST AND NO WHERE ELSE!

1. What is the name of your entry?:
2. What Genre is it?:
3. Where is your entry located \? Link, Picture, Video, Etc.:
4. Is it just you in your Entry? Or is there anyone else invovled? If so, please notify here.:
5. How much time did you put into creating this entry?:
6. You agree with all the rules stated above? :
7. Additional Comments:
8. Other: SAMPLE:
For a Sample, Please go to the Following Link. It was made by me. Please note, it is also the sample that the judge's will be judging.
http://dodian.com/forums/showthread.php?p=163126#post163126


ADDITIONAL INFORMATION!

Start Date: Wednesyday, 20th of August, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10).
Submission due date: 23RD of September, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10).

Judging Date: 26th of September, 2008.
Winner Anounced: 30th of September, 2008. 4:14 PM(GMT+10)
Please note that any of these dates may change(except starting date) and if they do, you will be notified.

I'm sure a question all of you are asking is "Is there a prize?"
As of now, I am still thinking about this. If there is, it'll be as followed.

1st Place: Prizes may be added.
2nd Place: Prizes may be added.
3rd Place: Prizes may be added.

Best Entry for each category: 5m Cash In-Game. Other prizes may be added.
Please do note, that the prizes may only occur for the first comp for this comp!







IF YOU WISH TO DONATE, PLEASE, ONLY GIVE THEM TO ME, ARSENAL94, IN-GAME AND ME ONLY! I WILL DECIDE IF ANY OTHER JUDGES ARE TRUSTWORTHY AND ALL DONATIONS WILL GO TOWARDS THE PRIZES OF THIS COMP! YOU WILL ALSO BE MENTIONED IN THE HALL OF FAME IF YOU DONATE!

Judges:
There will be 3 Judges Total. I will hand-pick them. As of now, all Staff members get an open invitation to become a judge but when the judges have selected the top 5 entries(not including 'Best Entry for each Category,') The staff will get to help decide in the winner. The Public Of Dodian, Will also recieve a poll, asking who they think should win, etc.

If a Judge wishes to enter, they will not be able to vote for themself!

1. Arsenal94
2. Wiz
3. Vacancy

IF YOU WANT TO JUDGE, PLEASE GO TO THE JUDGING SAMPLE IN THE LANGUAGE ARTS SECTION!

HALL OF FAME:
People in the Hall-Of-Fame are people that we judges feel deserve to be here. They have shown, great effort/time/work in their entry/entries in the Comp and will be acknowledged here!.

NordinWanabe(FIRST DONATOR!)

I thank everyone for taking the time to read this thread! I ENCOURAGE EVERYONE TO PARTICIPATE NO MATTER WHAT! YOUR ENTRY COULD WIN!

CHANGES OF ANY SORT WILL BE NOTIFIED BY THE JUDGES!

~~Arsenal94 + Uber Staff~~
P.S: This has been approved by Noles!

ok how to join the game lol.

[x shawn x]

I would enter a short story or something, but I do not want to rock your world and make you think you aren't good at writing, compared to me. Lol, Just kidding. :p

[T E C H N O]

I would enter a short story or something, but I do not want to rock your world and make you think you aren't good at writing, compared to me. Lol, Just kidding. :p

wow dude either post an entry or don't even post

[lilfishy]

To be a real contest like an Official one that deserrves to be in news, this has to ahve a rpise, and an admin should donate good stuff for the prise:)

[Quelin]

thanks for this i might add a song

[Arsenal]

the Comp. Has Now Ended! Any Entries After This Post, Will Not Be Accepted! If You Post After This Post, And We Think Your Post Is Extremely Good, We Will Make An Exception! This Will Be Kept Open For People To Talk About The Comp! Me And Wiz Will Be Judging Now! After We Pick Our Top 5, We'll Make An Announcement!

[lilfishy]

Sweet! Finally!:) I think that there should be a reward for the winner though.:)

[Quelin]

i wonder who wins how many entered?

[Arsenal]

The dates will be extended a little bit since me and Wiz are still figuring out who should be in the comp. I think I know but I haven't had the confirmation I need from Wiz yet. So please give us a bit of time.
Also, please read this thread.
http://dodian.com/forums/showthread.php?t=30388
If Wiz does not post the top 5 people in the competition, I will post them when I get back and the public will be able to judge. =] I'm sorry for all this hassle. Just life comes first.

[Lord Pker]

nty...think ill pass on that

[Araf5]

i just made a giant still life in art class, too bad its over :(

[lilfishy]

so who won?

[Arsenal]

so who won?

I'm posting the top 5 in like an hour? I just got back from my holiday. =]

[lilfishy]

Can you make it in 30 minutes?

[Arsenal]

Can you make it in 30 minutes?

It's now top 4 and Wiz has to go to work. So I will post it first thing tomorrow morning. I just need to grab his opinions off him and I will post it. =] Sorry for all the waiting guys. Life comes first.

[A L T E C]

ye im gunna join also XD

[Colin]

yeh me too not like im going to win though....