Thank you all. :)

School work, youtube.

Well, she should be kicked from her job, or at least given a warning.

Ermmm... Are you gonna publish? And yes, you PM him for 208943570157830147547108354643897 crystals.

He just wants crystals. Not anybodies, just somebodies. Sure, what do you want created?

Lol, he was looking for crystals.

Good story Stratus. We will all miss you.

http://en.tankiforum.com/index.php?showtopic=310452&p=5367555

Alrighty, here is my first peice on here! The End The man’s eyes droop, his legs, weak from lack of food look as though they are twigs. His nose, crooked from the broken noses he has been given, stumbles down the dusty road. Blood slowly starts to trickle from his eye, like a crimson tear, and then begins to come from his nose and mouth. In the center of the road, the man stands lopsidedly. His hair is all but gone, the few remaining strands thrown wildly across his head like a crazy combover. The man stares down the road, wondering if he should follow his friends. A tumbleweed blows across the road, getting stuck on his leg. The blood has ceased coming from his mouth and nose, but his crimson tears still fall. The man looks around, suddenly bewildered at how long it was since he has seen another person, indeed another living soul! His eyes are accustomed to seeing only the old shacks, inns and the one remaining pub. Surrounding these is the desert, which howling wind kicks up enough sand and dirt to rival the Dust bowl. The man stares out, beyond the horizon, beyond time and space, and sees nothing. His eyes cease to serve him. They have done so for ten years. Maybe that was the cause of all this he thinks. Slowly, the man’s trickle turns into a torrent, and he has blood pouring from his eyes, long past their usefulness as they are. Life hasn’t treated the man well. Slowly though, as he always does, the man stops his tears, the wounds close. The man takes one last look at the old ghost town. He walks over to the flag pole with the tatty flag that he used to climb as a child, and strokes it tenderly, memories flooding his heart. Finally, the man goes and sits in his favourite chair, as he has done every day for the past 10 years. He sits there a long, long time. Finally, the man is ready. He stands up, making sure to place the chair in its correct place, and then he leaves. On the only road out of town, the man walks, never turning to look back lest it break his resolve. He walks and walks, getting smaller and smaller, until he is no longer visible. And the man never comes back.

Yep, but you'll get the crystals from Lhamsters hand. Yes. Wait, who is h?

Yes. To collect your crystals, go to Lhamster and ask him. :D

Okay, everyone else seems to do this, so here's some crud. Writings: Other stuff

No, they post it in their creativity page and they post the link for the post here. Mmkay? Mmkay. :) ;)

Firstly, I just wanna say, do I really have to my name on the title? that just seems idiotic to me... It's not as though I'm gonna be the owner of someone else's topic... Also, I have no title with fancy writing at the moment. Okay, with that out of the way, this is my creativity topic. Yup. Sooo....

We publish today! Post a link to your articles and I will add them to the front page.

Alright, the new name for the TWG is going to be "Drumroll please": The new name for the actual paper that we will be writing is "Drumroll please": Congratulations if one of these was yours. 29038583105610483756213084759757346879 crystals will duly be put into your account.

That moment when the owner of a topic is a mult -_-.

*sighs* Well, there goes another of our experienced writers... GL with your page.

Nope. 16?

Thanks! And yeah, that's why I wrote it. Wel,, I'm glad to have confirmed them for you. :D Thank you! :)

That's good!

Oh, nice. I did the phys thing last year. Got a merit. It's not that hard. The maths one sounds like fun. :D

Pro.

Dang, that's unfortunate. Stratus died by lethal injection. xD

What are they for maths and phys? I just had my chem one.