Contest Time Big Prize 1 Mill (in Contests)


Mistress Reyna August 10 2005 12:07 AM EDT

alrighty people, FantasySage, has won the prior contest for the 150k. The new contest shall be the story contest, tonight i will camp to aquire 20 bot checks that i feel are diffrent then i shall post them. The rules are as follows.

1: All Bot check words must be used, both top and bottom.
2. The story must make some kind of sense
3. The story's Title must use at least one full bot check
4: Max # of scentences is 50
5: Min # is 10
6: All storys must be posted in the Forum
7: ONE ENTRY PER PERSON!!
8: MUST be PG
9: Please be as proper with grammer and such as you can
10: Last but not least Have fun 1 Mill cb $ on the line here


ex.

Bot check Want/// Stat


Title: The WANT for STAT boosters

have bot checks be capitalized, easier to see and count in the end, also the story does not have to be CB related at all Make up your own story.

Mistress Reyna August 10 2005 12:14 AM EDT

Also if there is anyone who feels there should be a 2nd and 3rd place, feel free to donate items and CB2 to
Contest Time
The donations will be split between the runnerups following the contests.

I will also have 2 judges helping me determine the finals

QBsutekh137 August 10 2005 12:16 AM EDT

*grammar

Do I win! Yeah! Oh, YEAH!

Mistress Reyna August 10 2005 12:35 AM EDT

here we go!!! Thank your for waiting, this contest shall run for 3 days after which the 1 mill prize shall be annopunced. If there are donations for 2nd, and 3rd, then those prizes shall be announced as well, happy writing and the judges and I look forward to reading your entrys


Here are the bot checks


Robs//awe
Wasp//Gags
Hire//Pump
Pads//Iron
Fog//Era
Raze//Sign
melt//Came
Joy//Cane
Sad//Vein
Lake//Won
Gory//War
Ball//Nun
Dull//Rear
Inn//Sure
Tank//Owes
Pat//Corn
Aged//Wisp
milk//Wags
Leg//Smug
herb//guys

Fantasysage August 10 2005 12:59 AM EDT

Title: Robs Gory War

One day, ROB was off to the INN. ROB was SAD, but he knew some AGED HERB tea would bring him JOY. But on his way, he got lost in soem FOG. Realizing that his arch nemisis PAT bought soem GUYS for HIRE to get him, he was SURE it was time to get outta there. But then, the henchmen came fro ROB. One looked like a TANK, with a SMUG look on his face, and a DULL sword in one hand, and a BALL and chain in the other. Another one strangly looked liek a NUN. He had a SIGN on his LEG, that looked liek a WISP of a cloud, He was surely a healer. Brining up the REAR was a giant IRON robotic WASP. Then they CAME at him. Even though ROB wasin AWE at the WASP, he pulled out his CANE, and struck at the tank, right in his jugular VEIN. Even though his armor PADS shelieded him, he was knocked down from the blow. Then, the WASP came at him. He doged into a nearby LAKE, and the WASP fell in, and it seemed to MELT before his eyes. Then, the NUN rased her magic wand, and cast a spell. IT seemed to RAZE all the nearby trees, but did nothign to rob. Rob, wanting to live through this ERA, was smart and ran away. So rob WON this day.

A few days later, ROB was using a water PUMP to fill his pool. Just thenhe heard a barking sound, there was his dog, his tail usually wags, but today it was silent. Pat gave the dog too big a bone, and , as usual, she gags on it. Rob screamed for PAT to help, but rob OWES Pat money. SO he payed him in CORN, and saved his dog.





okay, that my masterpiece. that took WAY too long to make, i hope i win, i think its pretty good if you ask me :)

3D August 10 2005 1:02 AM EDT

heh. i am too lazy to do it tonight. maybe ill make on tomorow..

thnatic August 10 2005 2:31 AM EDT

Well, heres my odd attempt at it. Had to change a few of the word tenses to have things make sense. hopefully thats alright :)


Title: The NUN With the Shiny Yellow BALL

Many ERAS ago, there was nun with a shiny yellow ball, who lived in the SAD LAKE convent. Her name was Sally Parkinsons, and this is a story involving her and some other random stuff.

The Sad Lake got its name because there was a lot of FOG on the lake and this made people very depressed. However, this was a large and happy convent, filled with many different nuns. Some of these nuns were AGED like raisins and had large varicose VEINS. These nuns were known as the Sad Lake nuns, being as they lived in the Sad Lake convent. However these nuns were in fact very happy, most of the time. They would spend their days praying for peace on Earth and an end to WAR, famine, death and plague. When they were not praying they did a variety of chores, such as getting water from the PUMP, harvesting CORN from the fields, getting MILK from their cows, harvesting the WISPS of sugar CANE and poking each other in the face with little sticks.

There was one exception to this group of happy nuns. Her name was Sally Parkinsons and she was a very sad nun. Sally, was small and very ugly. She hated all the other nuns because they were so full of JOY and happiness and wanted to make the world a better place. She thought they were stupid and DULL. Sally’s only possession was a large yellow ball that she wore around her neck on a chain.

One day two GUYS named PAT and Phill showed up at the convent. They said they CAME from the Dolphin and WASP INN and had seen a SIGN to the convent on the road They asked if they could come in, and the nuns said SURE.

They both wore armor PADS and had big IRON swords. They said they were both solo TANKS available for HIRE in exchange for various HERBS. Sally was in AWE of them.

Then, out of nowhere Pat and Phill pulled out their swords and started to ROB the nuns. They looked very SMUG. They said that if nobody moved, they wouldn’t kill anyone, and that, because the nuns were so nice to them they OWED it to them to let them live afterwards. But Sally was too scared to stay still and she ran towards the REAR door. They catch her, cut off her LEGS and steal her shiny yellow ball necklace. They say that now they will have to kill everyone, and all the nuns panic and run.

Then there was a very big and GORY battle all throughout the Sad Lake convent. Eventually Pat and Phill WON and all the nuns were either killed, or like in Sally’s case, got their legs cut off and GAGS put in their mouths. Then Pat and Phill decide to RAZE the entire Sad Lake convent to the ground by burning it with flaming torches.

They light a huge fire and leave the nuns inside. Sally slowly burns along with the rest of the building. As her face MELTS, Sally watches a dog wandering around the burning remains of the Sad Lake convent. The dog happily WAGS its tail, and Sally feels very sad.

QBSefton [Black Cheetah Bazaar] August 10 2005 3:16 AM EDT

TITLE: The AGED WISP of a man sits in the corner waiting for his ship to come in

The FOG ERA had set in, and the ships would be docking, and sailors heading to the INN for SURE. It had been that way since the great MELT CAME, and the seasons were as unpredictable as a SAD VEIN in the old worked out silver mine in the mountains. Most of the inn's accoutrements were DULL; the REAR wall however was covered in aged sailing paraphernalia, from a time long before the GORY WAR that claimed Captain Taylor's LEG, SMUG though he was for surviving such a thing. War changes men, ROBS the AWE right out of them. A man who has seen a soldier obliterated from one shell from a TANK OWES no surprises to the mundane world of daily life.

Captain Taylor has the daily life routine down PAT, CORN with butter, potatoes, chicken fried chops, with green beans and a side of cornbread, his standard dinner meal, as evening arrived. Contrary to the rumors, he didn't love booze, even if he did enjoy some HERB with the GUYS during the war, but did love the aged mongrel that sat obediently at his side. Captain Taylor always enjoyed dinner with a tall glass of MILK; WAGS from the mongrel's tail told of impatient begging of scraps he knew were to come. Such was the routine Captain Taylor had built for himself. He often found reason to feel sorrow for his losses, but did extract some JOY, the CANE at his side a sad reminder to always do so, from the little things in life.

He brooded over his fate in that small dingy inn, did he enjoy his life? The early times sure were a BALL, the NUN he almost married, the old times before the war. His buddy WASP, bad GAGS and old jokes that always made him laugh. Thomas the Taller, traveling minstrel for HIRE, PUMP style accordion at the ready at all times. Such memories that filled his time on this planet, even the feel of the tarmac landings PADS, IRON struts and wheels holding planes of death aloft, as he made love for the first time. The phantom itch from his missing leg stirred his thoughts, the gnarled wood on the old cane, the voices of the sailors headed into the shelter of the inn, reminded him of that day on the LAKE, they WON that day, he lost his leg, but they had won. RAZE the SIGN of the evil empire, burn their flag, and know we lost many but in the end we won. Such was the life of Captain Taylor, as he waited patiently for his ship to come in. :)

Lost Serenity August 10 2005 5:31 AM EDT

Title: GUYS fighting in a WISP of dream.

Sakura watched in AWE as a WASP ignited suddenly in front of his shield as the fireball stopped at it. One thick piece of metal and PADS had protected him, a bloody good thing he had thought to HIRE the blacksmith for a bit of work before the fight. The FOG lifted slowly then and Sakura wondered if that power could RAZE a building, somthing rather irrelevant he admitted. He cast Cone of Cold desperately only for it to MELT, and bring JOY to Syan's face. Sakura's SAD look finally faded then, he spotted a LAKE! How he had not noted the bloody thing behind the nuilding was unimaginable, but he made a dash for it all the same. A GORY sight did indeed meet him there too, a monsterous man was swinging a BALL and chain upon a corpse making a DULL thump as it crushed it into the hearth. They must have come from the INN and that victor must be a TANK, though Sakura reasoning out how to react. Just then there was a soft PAT upon his shoulder, the AGED mage had opted not to MILK the opportunity of suprise as he made Sakura aware they were still in a fight. The strong smellof some HERB lingered on the mage's breathe as he spoke the words to another spell, which hit SAkura squarely on the LEG. Sakura stared on in AWE as he GAGS from the pain. His IRON shield clashed to the ground . . . . An ERA was beggining to end, his death would be a fair SIGN of that. Blood curtled in its VEIN, as Sakura waited for what surely would have soon come. This little WAR CAME closer to a close then as a CANE of a NUN struck the mage's REAR flank and it was SURE that it was WON. Sakura now OWES his life to that nun it seems. A SMUG look hit him then, not his own, a nun WAGS her finger at Sakura. "Back to reality you get boy."

Just a dream,all of it.

Part-time Barman August 10 2005 6:33 AM EDT

My turn, and this time all the Bot Checks in the order as provided!

ROBS fortunate lack of AWE

“Where’s the allen key” mumbled Rob to himself as he held the WASP hive door shut with one hand, whilst fumbling around the grass with the other.
“You okay?” shouted his wife, from the kitchen window, “Why doesn't she help you?”
“You know she GAGS at the smell of honey” he replied, pointing at his daughter.
“Listen, we need to HIRE a PUMP to clean out the cess pit too, and can you not wear your cricket PADS when cleaning out the hive?
They’re a pain to IRON!”
She hesitated for a moment, then stared beyond him. “What the hell is that!”
Beyond the trees a thick FOG rolled toward the farmhouse, reminding Rob of a bygone ERA only seen in his fantasy games.
A voice boomed from the fog “I am your death. I will RAZE your house to the ground, and it will be a SIGN to all other usurpers like you!”
Rob sat, dumbstruck, as the fog began to MELT and from the mist CAME a giant wasp.
“I am the killer of JOY, destroyer of CANE fields, desecrator of villages. Only SADness pours through my VEINs.”
“Uh-huh” sighed Rob, “Sadness. Like a sea of grief? Or, more a like a LAKE of tears?”
“I have WON over stronger insects that you!” Growled the wasp, “I have left more GORY remnants from a WAR that you can imagine, my foolish-“
Before it could finish, a tennis BALL hit the wasp squarely on the side of its head.
“NUN” shouted the girl, “Nununununununununun”
DULL from the impact, the wasp turned to show the sliver spike at its REAR.
“Honey, take Jessica down to the INN. I’m SURE she’ll be safer there” Rob calmly told his wife, “TANK OWES me a favour since I fixed PAT’s bike.”
His wife ran out, grabbed Jessica, and sped away through the CORN field towards the Inn.
“Well, AGED one. It is just you and I now” said the wasp.
“Indeed” replied Rob, and disappeared in a WISP of smoke.
“Where are you! I will MILK your blood” screamed the wasp, “As the hangdog’s tail WAGS, I will destroy you….AARRRGGGHHHH, my LEG!!!”
Rob re-appeared in front of the wasp, its leg in his hand, with a SMUG look on his face.
“You see, my HERB garden,” Rob calmly stated, pointing towards the greenhouse, ”has such wonderful properties. The Peyote from those GUYS in Mexico makes me faster and smarter than anything on earth. And now, it’s time for you to go now”
Rob lunged at the wasp, impaling its leg into its head. “Noooooo” cried the wasp as it fell to the ground, dead.
"I guess that's the end of his tale. Tail, get it?"
But no-one was around to get the joke.

Part-time Barman August 10 2005 6:34 AM EDT

Grrr, I thought I'd sorted out the html. Dammit!

Lost Serenity August 10 2005 7:03 AM EDT

sorry some of the tenses in my story didn't match, but i couldn't change the word because you wanted them like that, and I couldn't change the tense of the -entire- piece and make every word work, so one or two just had to be placed suckily.

QBJohnnywas August 10 2005 7:24 AM EDT

The MILK man WAGS his tail.

It was definitely going to be the end of an ERA. The milk company were going to tear down the SIGN that said ‘Fresh Milk, a family company’ and RAZE the depot to the ground. Five hundred employees or more would be out of a job when that day CAME. A SAD day to be SURE in the long GORY WAR between big business and the little man; a WAR that big business had WON. Frank had been a milkman at FM for nearly forty years. Years of delivering milk in all seasons had AGED him and his once thick curly hair was little more than a WISP on the top of his head. But his eyes still sparkled and his smile still shone. His surname was Creamer, which never failed to cause plenty of LEG pulling and CORNy GAGS from the other GUYS he worked with.

Unfortunately for Frank the closing down of the FM Depot would come just two weeks before he was due to take retirement. And, due to a contractual loophole the termination of his particular contract meant that his pension would be affected and Frank would be retireing with rather less money than he had been planning on. His colleagues would be alright, the company was going to HIRE some of them in a newer bigger depot in the next town. But Frank was going to be out on his REAR, with not even a PAT on the back to bring some JOY to the long DULL days ahead of him. He had nothing else but his job and his dog Star for company since his wife Elsie had left him twenty years ago. He had known that Elsie was no NUN when he married her but he was a bit more than angry and surprised when she ran off with the Postman to live in Spain. Frank was going to miss his daily rounds, the cheery smiles from the customers he had known for years.

So after work one evening three days before the sun would set for the last time on the Depot Frank sat in the CANE and Able Pub with his old friends from the depot and between bites of the pub’s pork and HERB sausages they scrawled in their notePADS and hatched a plan.
‘The company thinks it can get away with this. It ROBS us of our livelihoods and sits there looking SMUG. Nobody OWES me a living,’ he said, ‘ But I’ll be damned if they’re going to take all this from me without me doing something about it.’

The final day of the Fresh Milk Depot was a cold one, ice had covered the roads but was starting to MELT and a thick FOG was only just starting to clear over the town.
The last of the milk storage TANKS had been emptied into the massive tankers that would transport it to the newer bigger depot. The last employees gathered at the gates ready to go home for the last time and to wave off the last tanker. And then afterwards they were going to go to the nearest pub – the BALL and Chain INN to raise a glass to Frank Creamer. But nobody had seen Frank today. A few of the employees knew where he was but they were keeping quiet.

So the last tanker pulled out of the gates. And then a noise broke the still of the morning a noise like an angry WASP. And it was Frank riding behind the wheel of his little electric milk cart, IRON instead of blood PUMPing in his veins and Star, sitting beside him, all doggy grin and wagging tail. And they were heading straight for the tanker. People looked on in AWE and fear as the two vehicles got closer and closer. At the last minute their paths diverged and the tanker jacknifed, turning on its side and tearing a great hole in it’s container. A great LAKE of milk began to form in the street outside the old Depot. Frank and Star walked to it’s edge, where Star began lapping at the milky waves. A cheer erupted from his colleagues at this one last gesture from the little man to the big business.

Fantasysage August 10 2005 9:46 AM EDT

Whoa whoa whoa. Are we allowed to plouralize and change the endings of a word???

QBJohnnywas August 10 2005 9:53 AM EDT

If we're not then I wasted a lunch break lol! But there's nothing in the rules to say you can't....

QBOddBird August 10 2005 10:49 AM EDT

<p>Having a BALL - A duel with a NUN
</p><p>
As PAT the NUN entered the duel arena, she let out a quiet SIGH. She had come to win back the land once owned by her ancestors, to end the ERA of tyranny its current owners, the WAGS. They had held her people in oppression for years, and PAT had been forced to watch the JOY that once filled the bright countenances of her people slowly MELT into a SAD mask. She had sworn that this reign would come to an end long ago, and today she CAME to challenge Jonathan "TANK" WAGS, the current ruler. He was seen across the land as a powerful, vicious, unopposable dictator, and those who had seen him in person held him in AWE - but PAT knew that he was just a big bully.
</p><p>
PAT recollected her thoughts and stepped into the Arena. She saw TANK standing at the other end, a SMUG grin on his face, and could hardly contain the hatred within her. She immediately charged him, and he prepared himself. PAT jumped high in the air, and with a scream of long-withheld fury she CAME down at TANK with a flurry of punches. However, it didn't even faze TANK - he was built, truly, like a TANK. It was like punching a chunk of IRON. TANK grinned, and then his arm shot forward. He nearly caught PAT off-guard, but the nimble NUN dodged to the left, sweeping her leg out as she leapt and catching TANK in the knee. This seemed to have a small effect, as he CAME off balance for a moment, but then he straightened up and charged after her. PAT ran quickly, dodging left and right, flitting all around the arena like a WASP, while TANK simply charged forward like a crazy bull. PAT turned to look behind her, and saw that every time TANK's LEG hit the ground, it would PUMP him forward even quicker - the raw power behind those calves had pushed him within a few feet of her. TANK grinned and began taunting her. "PAT, those AGED legs of yours aren't going to allow you to escape from me this time! When I catch you, I'm going to snap you in half like a thin bamboo CANE!!!" TANK let out a roar and reached for her, but PAT wasn't there! It was like trying to grasp a WISP of smoke. The fact was, though TANK's strength allowed him to catch her, he was not nearly nimble enough to overtake her.
</p><p>
PAT then cried out to him from across the arena, "OVER HERE!" - and TANK realized that he had been far from catching her in the start. She had been toying with him! He screamed at her, and began going into a bloodlust. He began growing in size, his muscles becoming even more enormous than before, every VEIN on his body popping out. He looked at this point to be larger than an INN, and seemed to be growing even more! PAT became worried that should this mountain of a man catch her, she would not survive the first blow, and so she began putting her magic arts to use. She first launched a BALL of fire at him, knocking him against the PADS at the edge of the arena, but this did nothing to slow his rapidly rising bloodlust. She then incanted a spell, and the arena slowly began to change. She cried out to the crowd that had formed, "You might want to find something with which to make GAGS with - you won't want to get this taste in your mouth!". The arena started to become a sickening mix of rotting flesh and GORY bits of animals, and TANK began to sink into the disgusting LAKE of gore. He cried out angrily, and started forward after her - but his weight was causing him to sink deeper with every move he made! PAT smiled for a moment, and then spread her arms wide with a quick movement. A FOG with a density likening to that of MILK began to fill the arena. Now not only was TANK trapped, but he couldn't see his opponent! He let out a yell of anguish and despair, and then suddenly heard PAT's voice softly saying, "This is your just reward, what is deserved. You are equal with a criminal who murders, ROBS, rapes, desecrates, destroys, OWES large debts without repaying them in a timely manner, and - in the end - you had your judgement coming, even if not from me. This kind of evil that possesses your soul can never exist for long, for its root is in the one whom it controls, and this body of yours could not last forever. However, your end has come early, and this WAR between Good and Evil has finally been WON. It is time to end this." She then created another fireball, held it over her head, and then brought it down to set the rotten LAKE of gore on fire. It was now a LAKE of fire, a hell on earth, and in the very center burned TANK. With his last breath, he cried out to PAT, "THIS ISN'T THE END! I'LL HIRE MINIONS TO COME AFTER YOU, I'LL RAZE THIS TOWN TO THE GROUND, THIS is NOT THE END FOR YOU!!!" However, his words were hollow, as he no longer held the power to fulfill them, and soon there was nothing left of him but a vaguely man-shaped pile of ashes.
</p><p>
The DULL town erupted into a flood of cheers, and quickly townspeople brought every HERB they could to PAT, hoping to find some way to heal her wounds - but she had none! PAT smiled, and told the people to go live a quiet, peaceful life. She stated then that a peaceful life is what she had desired from the beginning, and gave the people their land - for it was truly theirs to begin with. "But what will happen to you, PAT?" the people cried. "Oh, I'll probably move down to the REAR end of the town, grow a little CORN, raise a small family. I'll never leave you GUYS, though. I'll always stay as this town's protector."
</p><p>
And with this, the town settled into a new ERA - one that was SURE to be the most peaceful, quiet, and blessed time the small land had ever known.</P>
<p>
The End.</p>

QBOddBird August 10 2005 10:51 AM EDT

Having a BALL - A duel with a NUN

As PAT the NUN entered the duel arena, she let out a quiet SIGH. She had come to win back the land once owned by her ancestors, to end the ERA of tyranny its current owners, the WAGS. They had held her people in oppression for years, and PAT had been forced to watch the JOY that once filled the bright countenances of her people slowly MELT into a SAD mask. She had sworn that this reign would come to an end long ago, and today she CAME to challenge Jonathan "TANK" WAGS, the current ruler. He was seen across the land as a powerful, vicious, unopposable dictator, and those who had seen him in person held him in AWE - but PAT knew that he was just a big bully.

PAT recollected her thoughts and stepped into the Arena. She saw TANK standing at the other end, a SMUG grin on his face, and could hardly contain the hatred within her. She immediately charged him, and he prepared himself. PAT jumped high in the air, and with a scream of long-withheld fury she CAME down at TANK with a flurry of punches. However, it didn't even faze TANK - he was built, truly, like a TANK. It was like punching a chunk of IRON. TANK grinned, and then his arm shot forward. He nearly caught PAT off-guard, but the nimble NUN dodged to the left, sweeping her leg out as she leapt and catching TANK in the knee. This seemed to have a small effect, as he CAME off balance for a moment, but then he straightened up and charged after her. PAT ran quickly, dodging left and right, flitting all around the arena like a WASP, while TANK simply charged forward like a crazy bull. PAT turned to look behind her, and saw that every time TANK's LEG hit the ground, it would PUMP him forward even quicker - the raw power behind those calves had pushed him within a few feet of her. TANK grinned and began taunting her. "PAT, those AGED legs of yours aren't going to allow you to escape from me this time! When I catch you, I'm going to snap you in half like a thin bamboo CANE!!!" TANK let out a roar and reached for her, but PAT wasn't there! It was like trying to grasp a WISP of smoke. The fact was, though TANK's strength allowed him to catch her, he was not nearly nimble enough to overtake her.

PAT then cried out to him from across the arena, "OVER HERE!" - and TANK realized that he had been far from catching her in the start. She had been toying with him! He screamed at her, and began going into a bloodlust. He began growing in size, his muscles becoming even more enormous than before, every VEIN on his body popping out. He looked at this point to be larger than an INN, and seemed to be growing even more! PAT became worried that should this mountain of a man catch her, she would not survive the first blow, and so she began putting her magic arts to use. She first launched a BALL of fire at him, knocking him against the PADS at the edge of the arena, but this did nothing to slow his rapidly rising bloodlust. She then incanted a spell, and the arena slowly began to change. She cried out to the crowd that had formed, "You might want to find something with which to make GAGS with - you won't want to get this taste in your mouth!". The arena started to become a sickening mix of rotting flesh and GORY bits of animals, and TANK began to sink into the disgusting LAKE of gore. He cried out angrily, and started forward after her - but his weight was causing him to sink deeper with every move he made! PAT smiled for a moment, and then spread her arms wide with a quick movement. A FOG with a density likening to that of MILK began to fill the arena. Now not only was TANK trapped, but he couldn't see his opponent! He let out a yell of anguish and despair, and then suddenly heard PAT's voice softly saying, "This is your just reward, what is deserved. You are equal with a criminal who murders, ROBS, rapes, desecrates, destroys, OWES large debts without repaying them in a timely manner, and - in the end - you had your judgement coming, even if not from me. This kind of evil that possesses your soul can never exist for long, for its root is in the one whom it controls, and this body of yours could not last forever. However, your end has come early, and this WAR between Good and Evil has finally been WON. It is time to end this." She then created another fireball, held it over her head, and then brought it down to set the rotten LAKE of gore on fire. It was now a LAKE of fire, a hell on earth, and in the very center burned TANK. With his last breath, he cried out to PAT, "THIS ISN'T THE END! I'LL HIRE MINIONS TO COME AFTER YOU, I'LL RAZE THIS TOWN TO THE GROUND, THIS is NOT THE END FOR YOU!!!" However, his words were hollow, as he no longer held the power to fulfill them, and soon there was nothing left of him but a vaguely man-shaped pile of ashes.

The DULL town erupted into a flood of cheers, and quickly townspeople brought every HERB they could to PAT, hoping to find some way to heal her wounds - but she had none! PAT smiled, and told the people to go live a quiet, peaceful life. She stated then that a peaceful life is what she had desired from the beginning, and gave the people their land - for it was truly theirs to begin with. "But what will happen to you, PAT?" the people cried. "Oh, I'll probably move down to the REAR end of the town, grow a little CORN, raise a small family. I'll never leave you GUYS, though. I'll always stay as this town's protector."

And with this, the town settled into a new ERA - one that was SURE to be the most peaceful, quiet, and blessed time the small land had ever known.

The End.

My bad on the previous posts, I accidentally selected Plain Text. Blast it all! This better win, I spent a heck of a long time on it. =P

QBOddBird August 10 2005 10:53 AM EDT

I did manage to use each word exactly as it appeared in the bot check, however - that's gotta count for something. 'Cuz it was hard.

QBOddBird August 10 2005 11:05 AM EDT

Also, on a side note, I picked the name Jonathan as the bad guy. Don't take that as being anything satirical or any type of hint, Jonathan. =)

QBSefton [Black Cheetah Bazaar] August 10 2005 12:31 PM EDT

Yah oddbird, but did you use the words in the order of the bot checks like I did? Like Reyna used in her example, THAT was definately a challenge.

Part-time Barman August 10 2005 12:45 PM EDT

Ah, but did you used them in the order they were listed, like I did? lol

QBBarzooMonkey August 10 2005 3:47 PM EDT

Pads of Iron

Shamus Jon cursed the FOG as he ran down the trail as fast as his injured LEG would allow.
"Bah!" he exclaimed. "It's bad enough to be summoned from the warmth of the INN in the middle of the night, but it is as if the gods have murdered a will-'o-the-WISP, and the MILK of its VEIN GAGS me and ROBS me of what little night vision I had. Not to mention the WASP stings on the soft of my paws make travel a SAD endeavor."

He stopped to pour cooling water from the PUMP at the edge of the LAKE he had come upon, and the DULL ache in his paws seemed to temporarily MELT away. As he applied a healing HERB, he looked up to see the AGED wooden SIGN telling him he was about to enter the capital city of Cockerspania.
"I don't know what the Prince wants, but I CAME this far and I'm SURE my poor paws will make the rest of the journey," he muttered to himself as he began his sprint again.

Prince Apollo The Friendly NeighborDog sat at the far end of the long meeting table, nervously pawing a small, multi-colored BALL as he watched the massive hall doors in anticipation. At his right REAR flank stood a TANK of a CockerSpaniel, Jack The Bear. As the Prince's "Sword for HIRE", Jack The Bear had WON great respect and healthy fear across all of the 5 Kingdoms. To the Prince's left stood the representative of the Grand Duchy of Labrador, a wily old Chocolate who walked with a CANE that hid his blade. Along each side of the grand table sat the Governing Council of Cockerspania.

"GUYS", said Apollo, to no one in particular, "who are we waiting on again?"
"Shamus Jon, the Warrior King of Pomerania, and the representatives of Poodle City to the East and the Basenji Tribes of the north," answered Jack The Bear. The Chocolate added, "And no one is quite sure who they are, my Prince," as he began to PAT the Prince's paw in an effort to stop his fidgeting.

The hall doors suddenly swung open. Through them strode a diminutive dog with the wolf-like features of a Pomeranian, yet the curled, wiry fur of a native of Poodle City. Behind him entered a much taller dog, and the entire room hushed in AWE at her radiance and beauty. The Chocolate's tone was SMUG as he cursed under his breath, "Half-breeds! The Poodles and Basenjis send us half-breeds?"

"Who is that?" stammered the Prince.
"That is Sensei Boopadoo, half brother of Shamus Jon of the Pomeranians, and son of the Poodle Emperor," answered Jack The Bear. "He carries no blade as his paws are his weapons, and do not be fooled by his small stature, for legend has it that he possesses the secret of the PADS of IRON."
"No, no, no!" interjected Apollo, Who is that?"
"Do not be taken in by her guiles, my Prince," began the Lab. "She is an Enchantress, and she is no NUN! It is said that she WAGS her tail for any warrior who would glance in her direction".
Jack The Bear shot an interrupting glare at the Chocolate. "That is Princess Regan WonderDog FluffyTail, and I would not advise you to speak ill of her again," he snarled. "It is also said that her heart pumps the blood of the Poodle, Basenji, and even the CockerSpaniel royal families. To cross he is to invite all of the legendary fury of the Basenjis, and the Sensei is also her personal bodyguard."

The Labrador Ambassador sunk low in his seat as the Princess took hers at the opposite end of the table. Sensei Boopadoo stood with arms crossed, silently at her right side.
"Why are we here?" she demanded.
"I was going to wait until the Pomeranian King arrived, but for you I will state our business, in a nutshell", began Apollo. "The current ERA of peace and JOY is threatened. There have been reports from the Southlands of Cockerspania of Simian attacks. Bands of Simians astride Arachnid steeds RAZE our crops of rice and CORN, and ride off with Cocker pups. At the very least, the BarzooMonkey king OWES us an explanation if he wants to avoid a GORY WAR!"

At that moment, the hall doors again swung open. Shamus Jon had arrived, and debate could now begin...

Mistress Reyna August 10 2005 4:01 PM EDT

WOW guys this looks great so far, keep it up, as an addendum fo my not posting further rules on the subject, the bot checks MUST be used as they are shown The posts befor this addendum will be excluded from this ruling and still be considered valid entry's. As of right now GREAT work, keep it up!!

Bull3t F4c3 August 10 2005 6:48 PM EDT

i have my story but i was wondering if i need to cap the words every single time...like if i use a word multiple times do i need to cap them all..or is the first time ok?

Mistress Reyna August 10 2005 7:14 PM EDT

Just the first time, Makes it easier to count the 40 required words

Bull3t F4c3 August 10 2005 7:35 PM EDT

The GORY WAR of 2550
by: Bull3t F4c3

It was a night of FOG and haze; darkness covered the entire surface of the planet Groque. The atmosphere was silent as the world slept. A single Groqian named PAT was not asleep like the others, but stirred with restlessness in his hover bed. Pat was a noble, young Groqian who had just finished his mandatory military service at the "Groqian Military Academy." It had been 2 long years and he had developed a slight cripple in his LEG from being shot by a SMUG (Seriously Mutilating Uber Gun). Something felt different to him; something was wrong; he believed it was a SIGN, as Groqians could sense many different things. "Is this a sign?" he thought in his head, "Or am I an insomniac?" He couldn't take the feeling anymore so he got up, went down stairs, got a drink of MILK, and went for a jog around the DULL landscaped LAKE.
As his jog came to an end, he found a bush that produced a wonderfully tasting HERB. He picked some of these and continued back. He ran past a single WASP that tried to sting him, made a right and he was home. As he walked up the stairs, the sign flickered "GUYS INN," and he pushed open the revolving door. To his left there was an announcement board that and he read the first add. "GAGS: Gross, Awful, Gaseous Soup, try it today!" Reading this he became very hungry and ran up to the 16th floor to make his food. He stirred up his herb with some AGED CORN and made it into a MELT, which he devoured. The feeling was still getting to him though. "After all this running and eating, my head still hurts," he said to himself. He decided to go PUMP IRON down in the public workout center in the basement of the inn. When he got there, there was no one except the guard named ROBS, who was sitting at the REAR of the gym. He then put on some PADS and starting sparring with the mechanical fighter. Next he trained with a Groqian Training BALL, which rolled at him and tried to crush him as he dodged it. He trained for a while and when he was done he took a seat on a bench and drank some WISP (water is so pure). He relaxed and read a leaflet that was on the floor that said "Looking to HIRE new guards, Contact front office for info." The he looked over at Robs who was snoring in his chair and laughed.
Then BOOOOM! The door swung open and RAZE the NUN CAME rushing towards him. "What's wrong?" he questioned the nun. He replied, but he did not understand him because Raze was very nervous and had a speech impediment. He could not tell if Raze was SAD or had feelings of JOY. The male nun steadied himself and said, "Well don’t G G G GAGS now." Pat could feel his yellow blood racing through the biggest VEIN in his body as the "sign" that he had been so troubled over could be delivered to him here. "Well what?" Pat questioned Raze again. Raze said, "A new ERA has dawned." Pat replied with a look of AWE, "A new era, what?" Raze said, "Yes, an ERA of fatherhood." Pat stared at him with a look of shock and his jaw dropped. Raze added, "Your boyfriend CANE, had a baby just now." "SURE," Pat replied with a long, drawn out exaggeration tone in his voice, "Just because you WON that free cup Gags doesn’t give you the right to fool me like this." Raze's face got serious. "I'm not fooling, now you can hitch a ride to the hospital in my TANK or get a ride from Robs because he OWES you a favor right?"
When they got to the hospital Pat was in disbelief when he saw his boyfriend holding their son. Cane immediately said, "Thanks to Dr. WAGS, our son was delivered perfectly…not a single thing wrong with him." Dr. WAGS replied, "Yes, but that delivery can be equated to the GORIEST WAR ever."
So Pat then cuddled up next to his boyfriend and son and the pain in his head was gone.

THE END

About the book: Groqians are all males, and a can reproduce in less than 24 hours, so re-read the story after reading this and it will make a lot more sense

WeaponX August 10 2005 9:25 PM EDT

Title: the SIGN of the great TANK WAR


Once upon a time i had a tank. His armor was made of IRON. He was working great but needed a little more. I thought why not HIRE an enchanter and give him a CORN. I thought long and hard until i CAME to a decision. My new minions name was WASP and he joined ROBS the tank. I am SAD the ERA of the single tank is dead. I sat in AWE jumping for JOY watching my fightlog turn battles i lost into battles WON. Soon i felt bold and hired another minion this time a mage i fought another DULL battle my new minion GORY cast a BALL of fire at my enemy i hope he GAGS on it, it hit for 45540 damage he began to MELT i guess i don't need to PUMP xp into that but before i could PAT myself on the back my enemy as if cooled by a LAKE skewered my tank in the REAR for 79461 damage. My tank looked angry and wanted to RAZE his enemy. he swung his MH from the ground up cutting HERBS along the grass of the arena. He hit his enemy hard in the LEG and punctured a VEIN. the strike hit for for 127495 damage the enemy tank fell. We were now clear to try to defeat the enemy mage who was looking very SMUG. My GUYS huddled up to form a plan of attack but then a chilling FOG came in as my enemy cast CoC. the spell hit hard but we thought we were all ok as my tank joked "got MILK" we were SURE of it. My tank let out a loud grunt and crushed his enemy for 157624 damage and the battle was over. We needed a place to rest and gory remembered the owner of the INN OWES him a favor so we went and had a glass of whine it was AGED to perfection. we laughed at robs because when he gets tipsy and WAGS his tongue he starts babbling about a baseball game when his friend was running the base PADS and telling us how bad his WISP average was. We knew we needed rest so we headed upstairs and we passed a NUN and smiled. Gory wanted to raise CANE but we went to sleep.

Mistress Reyna August 11 2005 12:34 PM EDT

day and a half left people, its sad that nobody else is bothering to enter such an easy contest. A quick Mill in yer pockets

3D August 11 2005 3:28 PM EDT

Title: WASP and the BALL-shaped NUN that GAGS

One Sunday at the IRON INN of Blendiness, a young man of his ERA named WASP got down on one LEG and asked for the room with the book of the Apocalypse. He was alone, all alone, or so he thought. A heavy FOG rolled in the INN oF Blendiness. An AGED BALL-shaped NUN drinking MILK appeared in the FOG. She had a GORY tail and she WAGGED it so fast it made a tornado, summoning the book of the Apocalypse. The NUN had then HIRED a TANK named PAT who was wielding a giant stalk of CORN with flaming hot corn bits.
WASP was AWED at what he saw. Putting on his PADS, he called his friends to help. These GUYS CAME fast amd had a SMUG look on their face and a huge VEIN on their forehead. WASP's GUYS OWED WASP money, so they had to obey everything WASP said. But when his GUYS saw a WISP of the NUN, they ran away. That made WASP SAD. But WASP had to get that book to become all powerful. Pulling out his CANE of JOY with the DULL blade at the end, he went to WAR with the NUN and PAT. WASP first RAZED PAT with his CANE, which made PAT MELT into lava. While WASP was busy with PAT, the BALL-shaped NUN came up from the REAR and landed a SURE hit on WASP's tushy. WASP cried in pain. He pulled out an HERB of strength, and started sucking on it, which PUMPED power into WASP. WASP then teleported to the back of the NUN and whacked the NUN on the side of her head. She fell to the ground and melted into a LAKE of lava like PAT. WASP has slain his enemies, a SURE SIGN that he has WON. WASP then ROBS the Book of the Apocalypse from the IRON INN of Blendiness. WASP then turned around and accidently stepped into the LAKE of lava and burned up and died along with the Almighty Book of the Apocalypse.

THE END

Mistress Reyna August 12 2005 3:36 PM EDT

LAST DAY CONTEST ENDS AT 10 PM GET YOUR ENTRY'S IN WHILE YOU CAN PEOPLE!!

Mistress Reyna August 12 2005 7:26 PM EDT

2 and half hours left, last minute entrys better hurry

Mistress Reyna August 12 2005 10:03 PM EDT

CONTEST HAS ENDED

Mistress Reyna August 12 2005 10:45 PM EDT

Congratz Johnnywas
The 1 mill purse is yours!
2nd place goes to Oddbird !!

QBJohnnywas August 13 2005 1:41 AM EDT

Said it before, said it again WOW!! Thanks very much. I'd like to thank my agent, my mum and my Guru Frank.... lol


Great contest MR, one of the best we've had lately - and with the high standard of contests recently that's saying something!

Thanks again =)

Mistress Reyna August 13 2005 1:44 AM EDT

initialy i was planning on leaving carnage Blender, thats why i set up the contest and starter given and sellin off my gear, after hanging out in new players and making a few new friends ive decided to stay :) Im glad you all enjoyed yourselves and i thank you for those who participated.

QBJohnnywas August 13 2005 1:50 AM EDT

Well, glad you're staying!

ThePwnageStickz August 13 2005 8:55 AM EDT

Wasp//Gags
awe//Pump
Pads//Iron
/Era
Raze//
melt//
Joy//
Sad//Vein
Lake//Won
Gory//War
Ball//
Dull//Rear
Tank//Owes
/Corn
Aged//Wisp
/Wags
//Smug



The Night we smoked HERB in the INN with they GUYS and a NUN

So it was ROBS herb, and SURE enough he was HIRE then all of us. But just then his LEG gave out, In the FOG Like it always does, we gave him some MILK and gave him a PAT on the back. The nun said that it was a SIGN that CAME from god that we shouldn't be smoking herb. I gave Rob a CANE to help him out, but Rob was very sad he had to use a cane to get around




thats what I had so far.... to bad it's already over :(
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