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Okay, I'll admit it. Judging this contest was far, far harder than I though it'd be. There were a number of highly unique and quality entries, making it extraordinarily difficult to pick only three winners. The judging process was tough, and I'd like to thank each and every one of you who put in the time, thought, and hard work to create an original submission.  

 

Now, for the winners of this contest.

 

 

In 1st place, winning 35,000 crystals:

 

@GreeneScale's fascinating rendition of The Jabberwocky.

 

 

Twas' shinsik, and the brightil threes
Dith mire and trigi in the ress
All happsy were the Ogyseas
and the howe dees pless

Beware the Humans, my child
the swords the slash, the bows that shoot
Beware the doggee crea, and shun
the deceitful Treefroot

He saw his stealthed enemy
long a time the Gressous foe he feared
so he hid by the ShaSha bush
as the enemy-he neared

And, as in faultly thought he stood
the human, with skin of steel
Came thumpling to do no good
and stumbled as he squealed

AAH, EEEEH, AAH, EEEEH and run and flee
the vorpal blade, it fell with a crack
He sees the scare-d human
As he runs flumply back

And houst thou seen the human
be proud, for he feared
thy hideous mack
The happy Jabberwock

Twas' shinsik, and the brightil threes
dith mire and trigi in the ress
all happsy were the ogyseas
and how dees pless

 

In 2nd place, winning 25,000 crystals:

 

@Tiramisu's The Three Little Porks

 

 

The Three Little Porks

A fairy tale from the wolf side

From the fairy tale "The Three Little Pigs"

 

Once upon a time, there was a starving wolf in the forest. He was about to lose hope when he came along a lonely house made of straws. When he looked through the window and saw a little pig inside, hunger gave him an extraordinary strength so he huffed, puffed and blew the house away. The pig was very frightened so he ran away.
The wolf was too weak to chase him, so he waited and rested.

The day after, the wolf followed the pig’s tracks and came along another house, this time made of wood. When he looked through the window and saw two little pigs inside, hunger gave him more strength than the previous day so he huffed and puffed, then he huffed and puffed again and blew the house away. The two pigs were very frightened so they ran away.

The wolf was too weak to chase them, so he waited and rested.

The day after, the wolf was starving badly, so he followed the pig’s tracks and came along a third house, made of bricks and concrete. When he looked through the window and saw three little pigs inside, he got ready to huff and puff, but he soon realized that the house was too solid to be blown away just with huffs and puffs.
The three pigs looked through the window and laughed when they saw the wolf huffing and puffing, but the wolf was cheating. He howled once, than twice… till finally his friend Tiramisu appeared from the woods with a big tank. The wolf moved aside and the tank shot the house, blowing it away.

The three frightened pigs tried to run away, but the wolf, still full of energy, made a big jump and killed the three pigs.
He was so hungry that he swallowed two of the three pigs in an instant, but when he was about to eat the third one, Tiramisu stopped him and said:
‘Don’t eat him, let’s save this pork to make salami and prosciutto’.
They then brought the dead pig with them and, after three years of preparation and aging, they ate the best prosciutto ever made.

 

Revenge is a dish best served cold, but it's even better when aged.

 

And in 3rd place, winning 15,000 crystals:

 

 

 

@DarthMaul667's The Dragon and Saint George.

 

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there was a man, a dragon and some sheep.
Isn’t that how the whole shebang usually begins?
No?
Oh well, I tried. Might as well jump right into the thick of things. Have you ever heard about the story of Saint George and the Dragon? Yes, well I’m somewhat misunderstood in that story. Not your typical villain, if you know what I mean. If you haven’t guessed already, I’m the dragon. Well, I’m actually a bit more snakey than your typical dragon. Bad blood on my father’s side of the family, I'm told. You might even call me a basilisk. Still, the fire breath is all you humans ever cared about.
But I'm off topic. Good old Georgie wasn’t exactly the white knight in shining armor. As humans go, I think he was a tad overweight. Okay, I must confess he was positively obese. His horse had a sag in the middle of its back, and I’m quite sure his clothes had never met a washboard. One fine day in midsummer the ‘Saint’ came with a proposal to, “Gain a potentially large influx of dough.” (Though why he wanted uncooked bread is beyond me.)
I can’t pretend that I actually liked the man. I didn’t know whether to toast him, swallow him whole, or just slow cook him and put him in the larder for later. But I will grant him this; he was a wonderful schemer. Somehow, George had heard about my midnight escapades. I happen to like my sheep rare, and sheep wool is loaded with fourteen essential oils vital to a happier, hotter flame. After the first couple…ah, liberations of ewes from the surrounding fields, I started getting angry visitors. It’s not that I wanted to torch them, but those pitchforks hurt! Not to mention, they were always destroying my petunia beds. So when Georgie Porgie offered me a carefree future, “Free of molesting peasants,” I decided against charbroiling him.
George’s plan was simple. He would pretend to kill me, and in exchange the peasants would never bother me again.
And so the plot thickened. While George went to go brag…or use his suave manliness…or whatever it was overweight knights did when they wanted a quest, I got busy getting ready to shed. You see, his entire plan rested on a peculiar trait common to all snakey dragons like me. Due to my slim, trim body and almost nonexistent wings, I am able to shed my skin practically whole. I do not wish to brag, but most dragons get a horrible scale flake condition when they shed, which can drag on for months, making them quite ashamed to leave their lairs. However, the minute I shed, my scales are as glossy and hard as ever.
So I shed my skin, managing to leave it quite whole. (A tricky maneuver, I assure you.) And I slithered out of it just in time, for the Saint appeared at the entrance to my cave, bellowing for me to come out and face him. He had brought a host of peasants...to witness my presumed demise, of course. Right as the ‘battle’ started going my way, (‘wink, wink’) George struck me a terrible blow, and I slunk back into my cave. He bravely followed me inside to finish me off.
Of course, the only thing he actually finished off was my dwindling supply of mutton. (He needed to bloody his sword on something, after all, and I much preferred losing my mutton to my handsome head.) Then good old Georgie tied my skin to his horse with the scarlet sash he’d acquired from a dame. Apparently the maid had begged him to slay me, lest her father sacrifice her to me. (Really! The nerve of some humans. I much prefer sheep to humans.)
And then he rode off into a glorious sunset. I lived off fish and deer for a few months before I started liberating sheep again. Those nitwits never knew it was me. (Happily, they blamed it on some voracious pig.)*
And so I have lived for many years, happy and full, though a tad bored. After all, nothing fires up the day (pardon the pun) like roasting the occasional mob. So thus ends the story of the not so Saintly George, the dragon, (Me!) and a whole lot of sheep.

*Footnote: The aforementioned pig is the Erymanthian boar, which happened to live in England, not Greece.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Honorable mention and 5000 crystals go each of to the following:

 

 

 

 

 

 

Congratulations to the winners!

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If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.I'm a dead chicken as  usual.

CG winners and RIP me.I quit tanki forum.

Dont Do that Bro! You Should keep on trying :) ...Never lose Hope

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Dont Do that Bro! You Should keep on trying :) ...Never lose Hope

I totally quit forum contest nowadays sorry I got no hope never in real life nor in game life :(

Every where I'm escape goat and dead chicken

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I totally quit forum contest nowadays sorry I got no hope never in real life nor in game life :(

Every where I'm escape goat and dead chicken

The point of contests is to improve yourself. You won't get any better from quitting, you get better by constantly losing.

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The point of contests is to improve yourself. You won't get any better from quitting, you get better by constantly losing.

By the you won last contest and you will never understand what goes on others mind.anguish chokes you to quit .

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By the you won last contest and you will never understand what goes on others mind.anguish chokes you to quit .

You don't necessarily need to enter contests to improve, if you enjoy art, practice, practice, practice, practice, practice, practice, repeat, repeat, repeat. It's not like I just woke up one day, grabbed a pencil, or an X-acto knife in this case and just started making art that could compete. I've been practicing for years! There are still folks I don't hold a candle to on this forum.

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I will try for last time in a contest.I'm sad in this story contest because it took me  2 weeks and my exams were in the same week.I gave 2 hours each day and took me 3 days to understand Hansel and Gretel ( because I study in government school) and took 2 years english class

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