There is practically nothing that dispirits me more than when I discover that somebody’s loved one passes away. I’m sorry for your loss.

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~Deleted~ Forgot I reserved a post on the first page, silly me. :P *facepalm*

New tournament :O

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^ Remaine already answered it... This is what he wrote: "- Entrants are free to edit their entries until after the deadline."

5-2

Really like it when you save the outcome of a battle. For instance, the score is tied. The enemy is about to capture your flag, but you kill him a millisecond before he can do so. You return the flag. Really love those moments c:

Once, I had a dream that I broke my braces. I broke my braces the next day.

Inner Truths Part Three: Miracle He wore an unfamiliar system of clothing, a tattered Guernsey shirt, and a gritty causal denim. It looked as if he laundered his attire in an unhygienic mud puddle. The man had no shoes on. He pushed the boy gently out of the room and outside the door. “I think I know you.” Was supposed to be the deliberate words, but it came out as “Who are you?” I was quite assured that I had met him before. “Who I am is none of your concern, though I am staggered by your fascination…” He replies sternly. “What do you want from me?” “That is also none of your concern.” What? Why does he want to talk, if he refuses to talk? Seems like one of those unworkable riddles. The man studies my face. “Is something wrong?” “I have no conception on why I’m even here, you have a knife and could potentially terminate me at any given moment, and I’m living in guilt at the moment. Sure, nothing is wrong.” I rolled my eyes and felt the temptation to cry, freedom so close, yet so far. “Sad, yes, though not my problem.” The man phrased. This man was chipping away at my limit of anger. My clenched my fingers so vigorously that blood seemed to trickle out slowly. I wanted to grab my gun and shoot him. It was extremely disappointing that my gun was across the room. I know I will be slaughtered if I attempted to retrieve my gun. “I have came for my son, do you have any idea where he is?” The man spoke again. I know I killed him, I know I do. I look at my feet. “Do you know where he is?” He spoke more heavily this time. “I do.” “Well then? Tell me!” “He’s in a better place.” I stared down at my feet, my eyes welled up. The man gasped, as if putting the puzzle pieces together, knowing that I killed his son. “You evil…” He yelled in rage and threw his knife, piercing the air as it swooshed toward me with blinding speed. I dodge it, merely, as I feel it slice through my rough hair. It smashes into the wall behind me. The man rushes to the other side of the room. My gun. He picked it up, smiling devilishly once again, preparing to shoot. Suddenly, I had a moment of desperation, the money in my pocket. Could it save me? No time to find out. I threw it in the air, just as the bullet from the gun impacted it. Everything seemed to go slow motion after that, I saw the one-hundred dollar bills blast a part to countless pieces of confetti, influencing the bullet, causing it to tilt to the left of me. Thanks founding father Benjamin Franklin*, you saved me. The man holding my gun was stunned. He pulled the trigger again. No bullet came out this time, no ammo. I pulled the knife out of the wall behind me, as I advanced on the man, closing in on the kill, in my favor. - *Benjamin Franklin is on the 100th dollar bill, so this man is thanking Benjamin Franklin because he threw the one-hundred dollar bills, saving his life.

Daily crystal rewards everywhere pls c:

Daniel898

I'm waiting for Goldrock :ph34r:

Good luck ))

Hmmm... okee. I'm in.

Vulcan or Vulcan Salute?

Daniel898

200 something.

Awesome :)

INNER TRUTHS PART TWO:Desperation I legitimately regret saying that I stepped out to the blinding sunshine, because that was definitely not the case. The sky was inky and gloomy, it seemed extraordinarily abnormal. For a moment I thought that my eyes were playing tricks on me like a clown in a circus. I could’ve sworn that it was evidently daytime when I strolled out of that room. Could that door be a secret passage to another world? I was already disorientated. The moon was like a white Frisbee, floating in the dark void. Even the stars highlighted the inhospitable, savage night. A perplexing smell that puzzled me filled the air. I trembled and sat down. What if I was always stuck like this? Always seeing things, always called an idiosyncratic? I felt a tear swim down my cheek. I couldn’t help but contemplate all of the possibilities that could have happened to me. What was that vision I saw? I wish someone had an intention to tell me what I was enduring. I considered the gash on my arm. I pondered on what could have happened, like I stated before, it must have had something to do with my unusual illusion. Something was inaccurate about the terrain too. Call me a perfectionist, but something was seriously wrong, there was that stinging feeling that gives you shivers. The landscape, for what I could make of, was Battleship grey, unlike the typical appealing green… or was I seeing things again? I overheard some commotion is the bushes beside me. I took a peek at something I could not believe my eyes. There were undisguisable figures sitting around an ignited fire, a small boy was in the centre of all this commotion. “I want that man dead I tell you, go find him.” The little boy told the shadowy forms. “By now, anyone with half a brain would know that he would be in danger. Kill him before he can get very far.” It was a command, not a suggestion. I rushed along like I was in terror of a blood-curdling dream; I needed to find someone that knew what transpired to me, inspecting anything that could help me. I scanned everything in the dusky darkness. My eyes grew wide, everything seemed to connect. The boy, those creatures around the fire, that bang, the snakelike scar on my forearm, how I aimlessly appeared in that room. The alternatives all gave the impression to associate. I had a nebulous intention that the small boy wanted revenge, even though I don’t believe nor remember what I had done. I tried to calm down and sat, I endeavored to control myself. I started to get up and darted. I anticipated that these… creatures could not ensnare me. I pushed my legs to sprint even swifter. I heard a deafening sound that burst my ears. They followed me. They found me.

When you join a battle during a holiday and there are 3000 crystal gold boxes, can anybody that joins says, "gold box?" or "gold box plz mod plz drop".

2 or 5 months? Why is this time range so long? :huh:

Seeing so many people post their entries puts a smile on my face. :)

Victoria Day here in Canada, no school. ;)