The Origin of Carnage Blender: A Creative Writing Contest (in Contests)


ScY July 30 2007 7:39 PM EDT

Welcome to my first Creative Writing Contest! The aim of the contest is to write a few paragraphs about the Origin of Carnage Blender; how it was created, why and when, being only a few examples of creative substance to work with. Have fun with it, but remember it will be judged by myself, Minimem and sutekh137 on creativity. There will be a first, second, third and honorable mention as podium spots, and a prize for each.

RULES

1. Each user may only submit one entry.

2. On the top of each entry post, the user must put his title for his creative piece in bold. Please note that submissions which do not have a title in bold on the top of the post will not be counted.

3. There is no minimum in length, maximum is 500 words, + or - 100 words (no penalty if you have 550 words, but if you have more than 600, your submission will not be counted)

4. Submissions must be in the English language. Any creative forms of the English language will be accepted (such as Shakespearian English) however, please note that the judges do not have hours to study each post, so make it coherent.

5. Correct grammar and punctuation should be used, unless a creative license is clearly being applied. Note that poorly edited submissions will have a very bad chance at winning and may even be disqualified by a judge.

6. Submissions must follow a PG rating policy on both words and actions being described in the script.

7. Poems and songs are accepted and encouraged, please note that they must follow all of the above rules.

8. HAVE FUN!!

JUDGES

{scytale} MiniMem sutekh137

PRIZES

1st Place:100k + A Sling of Death[5x10] (+11) $150,170 and 8,540 Death Chargers [11x1] (+0) (named explosive shots)

2nd Place: 500k

3rd Place: 300k

Honorable Mention: 100k

PRIZE NOTICE

G_Beee has said that if there are more than 10 entries, he will donate 1M CBD from his admin character for the prizes. THIS WILL EFFECTIVELY DOUBLE ALL MONETARY PRIZES!

Good luck and Have fun!

ScY July 30 2007 7:42 PM EDT

EXAMPLE POST

Once upon a time, a man named Jonathan went to Sears. At this Sears, there was a wonderful blender, a magical blender almost. Almost. Well, Jonathan bought this blender, on sale, and for a good price, took it home in order to love it and care for it. He used the blender many a time. And during each use, Jonathan gave it the love and care that any good blender deserved. But one day, Jonathan and his friend were throwing a nerf football around the house, and accidentally threw the nerf into the blender. Now Jonathan's friend was a great klutz, and when trying to retrieve the nerf, he turned on the blender! The nerf got spewed and churned and thrown all around the room. From that day on, Jonathan called the blender the Carnage Blender.

ScY July 30 2007 7:46 PM EDT

I would like to note that Rule #3 has a mistake in it:

There is a Word Limit of 2000 with the + or - 100 word rule still in effect.

And I would like to note that there was another mistake in the prizes, and that:
First place is 200k + A Sling of Death[5x10] (+11) $150,170 and 8,540 Death Chargers [11x1] (+0) (named explosive shots)
Second Place is 400k


Sorry for the typos, the HTML codes fried my brain

Mem July 30 2007 8:29 PM EDT

And, in addition to all these wonderful things, if you are able to use a $20 word or word of the day (If you're unsure what that means seek out the $20 Word Awards! thread.) in your entry your reward money will effectively double. P.S. I'm a sucker for 18th and 19th century Scottish terms.

ScY July 31 2007 1:08 AM EDT

Contest will end on Friday at midnight.

Rubberduck[T] [Hell Blenders] July 31 2007 1:19 AM EDT

In the beginning, The Jon was bored. The Jon created Carnage Blender.

Every 3 months since the beginning, The Jon becomes bored, picks up this snowglobe that is CB, and shakes it up. And there has been much lamenting and wailing and gnashing of teeth.

The Jon looked down upon His creation and saw that it was good.

For 3 months.

Just for you Scy :) no its not original but I did have to update it slightly and I thought it was funny enough for a reprint.

AdminQBnovice [Cult of the Valaraukar] July 31 2007 1:24 AM EDT

In the beginning there was the python, and the python did very little...mostly just sat there. Jon spake unto the python, saying let there be code; and lo there was code. Jon debugged the code (and debugged the code) and when Jon looked upon the debugged code he was mildly content, and said unto himself "meh". Shortly after the beginning Jon revisited the code, and said (once again to himself; the Jon often talks to himself) lo my code sits idle I need therefore a computer, and a webserver to run on my computer. Jon then scraped together the pieces of scrap he had under his desk and cast it out into the great expanse known only as the living room. The computer lurched to life as Jon commanded, running the webserver, which served the first botcheck...giving birth to the first user complaint, and the first carping.

lostling July 31 2007 2:08 AM EDT

The Genesis of CB

In the beginning Jon created the Carnage Blender, with forums and auctions and shops.And Jon saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. Jon blessed the seventh day, and hallowed it; because that in it He rested from all His work which he in creating had made.

People came to this land and multiplied, they divided into 3 races, the campers, the forgers and the fighters. All was right for a time... however soon corruption set in creeping like a disease... Jon continued to try to guide his people back into the light with a series of changes and nerfs.
.
One day jon finally had enough of this. And with a single click of a button cleansed Carnage Blender(the time before this came to be known as CB1 and after CB2)

Some people escaped unscathed but everything they knew had been destroyed and they cried out to jon. Jon took pity on them and restored some of what they had lost, he even gave them runes,tattoos and companions(familiars) to help them tame this harsh new world.

After some time Jon saw many new people emigrating to the new lands that he made, he termed them newbies and gave them special powers for a limited time to help them be able to compete with the older citizens of his world. This lead to many a flame wars in the forums of general. this caused so much pain and destruction that jon decided to give the older citizens special powers too but with heavy penalties.

As the Fighters and Forgers learn to band together in clans, to adapt to this strange and new world, they soon recovered some if not all of what they had lost, however, the campers were never the same again, it is said that they lost the most out of the 3 races and never returned to their former glory.

Just as the people living on his land change and evolve, Jon never stops looking down on us to help or nerf the world that he created.

And for all that is carnage blender we thank you jonathan, amen.

Mythology [The Knighthood] July 31 2007 3:29 AM EDT

(this is *very* weak in places, but its late and started writing this and couldn't stop so needed to get it done rather than geting it good :P )



TITLE IN BOLD

There twas an evil mastermind named Jon,
Who had many nice children but planned an evil son.

"Carnage Blender!", this offspring he cackled, shall give joy,
then take it away leaving suffering and pain, what a dastardly ploy.

I'll watch them build their strats and schemes,
then nerf them to hell and ruin their teams,
Harvest their tears and shatter their dreams.

"I know!" he was heard to decree,
I'll give 'em a bank giving money for free,
when they're used to cash, it'll vanish, hehe!

I'll give 'em a spell of ultimate power, something silly,
I'll call it finger of death or plague of caerphilly,
they'll all use it, then once gone, they'll want to kill-me.

I'll need help to rule this land with tyrannical hands,
I'll have to ban, fine and get others to distribute the reprimands,
Get them together, make sure they put down any stands!

I'll impose a terrible admin upon their number called Di,
this plague shall get rid of the weak and free, it shall be her decree!
then when they're almost ruined, ill remove her too and smile with glee.

I'll make clans, get them all together and united!
get them to think they can be with all their friends, wishes granted,
then impose rules and restrictions, make the PR lim-i-ted.

I'll give 'em bows and special inexhaustible arrows,
then take them away to increase their sorrows.

Finally Jon said unto himself, if it all goes well and according to plan,
the ultimate trick I could pull, would be to start it all again and wipe CB1!

IndependenZ July 31 2007 6:28 AM EDT

Metaphor: a direct comparison between two or more seemingly unrelated subjects.

About five years ago, Jonathan got a parrot for his birthday.
It had a bad attitude and a worse vocabulary. Every other word is a swear.

Jonathan tried to change the bird's behavior with polite words, but nothing worked.
Out of desperation, he threw the bird in the freezer. It squawked, kicked, screamed, then fell silent.

Jonathan, worried, swung the freezer door open. The parrot calmly stepped out.
"I believe I may have offended you with my rude language and actions. I will endeavor at once to correct my behavior."

Jonathan was astonished at the change in the bird's attitude and was about to ask
what caused it when the parrot continued, "May I ask what the chicken did?"

Thus, Carnage Blender was born. And everyone lived happily ever after.

QBJohnnywas July 31 2007 7:36 AM EDT

Carnage Blender Commences

Nobody noticed David Data, unless it was to bully him; or to laugh at his glasses. After all, what was he but a useless piece of code on a server somewhere.

"What are you looking at four-eyes?"

So David spent all his time at the library or the museum, or at home playing with his p...laystation. And he dreamt of the day he would get those bullies back for their endless taunting.

And then the fateful day arrived...

David was sitting in his room, moving Cloud around the screen, wishing he was a hero like that and not just the useless short-sighted lump that he was. He stopped playing. There was a strange sound. A quiet roar, that was getting louder. Definitely not quiet anymore. The whole room shook with it, it was deafening.

CRASH! BANG! BOOOOOOOOOM!

Silence. David's house, the whole street is a mess of rubble in a crater where a strange glowing meteorite has struck. Then in the centre of the crater something stirs....

Out climbs a strange glowing figure. The meteorite has merged with David! And he survives....but he is not David Data anymore. Oh no, he's bigger, stronger riddled with bugs and bears the power to nerf.

He is Carnage Blender!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

QBBarzooMonkey July 31 2007 9:33 AM EDT

On The Subject OF Violent Crime In The Kingdom Of U-Tah

The King of U-Tah had a terrible problem with violent crime in his kingdom. His subjects were constantly killing and robbing each other, and he wanted it to stop, so he called forth for an emergency meeting of his advisers. All of his advisers were sycophantic "yes men", save one, a brilliant scholar known as Jon The Snake Charmer.

"We need an outlet for the violent tendencies of my subjects!" said the King. "I want an arena built, where they can kill one another in a more organized and civilized manner. I want to be able to control the homage."

"You mean carnage, your Highness," said Jon The Snake Charmer.

The rest of the advisers muttered amongst themselves, "Yes, yes, homage. The people lust for homage."

"We will let them meet and discuss what they are going to do to each other, and then let them have at it. The last one standing will receive prizes and move on. It will be like we threw them into one of those machines that makes the frothy drinks, a mixer, and the rest of the people will love it!" continued the King.

"You mean blender, sir ," said Jonathan The Snake Charmer.

Once again, the rest of the advisers muttered amongst themselves, "Yes, yes, frothy drinks. The people lust for frothy drinks."

"And you should change the rules a lot, so that the mixer is always in stacy," continued the King.

"Thatメs stasis, sir. According to your instructions, you want a place where people can meet and kill each other, and then meet afterwards to talk about it, with ever-changing rules that keep a fair balance?" queried Jon The Snake Charmer.

"Yes," said the King. "Homage Mixer."

"Yes, yes! Brilliant!" cried the rest of the advisers.

"And since you think you are so smart as to be able to correct your King, Python Man, Iメm going to make it your exclusive responsibility!" said the King to Jon The Snake Charmer.

"I'll get right on it, your Highness," replied Jon The Snake Charmer, sardonically.

And thus it was decreed, and Carnage Blender was born.

lostling July 31 2007 11:59 AM EDT

The Genesis of CB
In the beginning Jon created the Carnage Blender, with forums and auctions and shops.And Jon saw everything that he had made, and behold, it was very good. Jon blessed the seventh day, and hallowed it; because that in it He rested from all His work which he in creating had made. People came to this land and multiplied, they divided into 3 races, the campers, the forgers and the fighters. All was right for a time... however soon corruption set in creeping like a disease... Jon continued to try to guide his people back into the light with a series of changes and nerfs. One day jon finally had enough of this. And with a single click of a button cleansed Carnage Blender(the time before this came to be known as CB1 and after CB2) Some people escaped unscathed but everything they knew had been destroyed and they cried out to jon. Jon took pity on them and restored some of what they had lost, he even gave them runes,tattoos and companions(familiars) to help them tame this harsh new world. After some time Jon saw many new people emigrating to the new lands that he made, he termed them newbies and gave them special powers for a limited time to help them be able to compete with the older citizens of his world. This lead to many a flame wars in the forums of general. this caused so much pain and destruction that jon decided to give the older citizens special powers too but with heavy penalties. As the Fighters and Forgers learn to band together in clans, to adapt to this strange and new world, they soon recovered some if not all of what they had lost, however, the campers were never the same again, it is said that they lost the most out of the 3 races and never returned to their former glory. Just as the people living on his land change and evolve, Jon never stops looking down on us to help or nerf the world that he created. And for all that is carnage blender we thank you jonathan, amen.

Griznard July 31 2007 7:21 PM EDT

John's reason to obtain stasis
Sitting at home on sick leave, John flounders to obtain entertainment. The flu has claimed his waking hours with fits of couching and a nasty fever. But since John has been bed ridden and has been improving, he now searches for some substantial entertainment. Some thing to keep his mind off of work and the money he is loosing by being home. John is a computer programmer and dabbles in website building from time to time. But right now he has no interest in creating a website or doing any programming. That was of course until he realized the internet's pull on his life was dwindling. It no longer held him in stasis. While playing a turn based game an idea came to him. He could make a game of his own involving millions of users and it could be free to join. If someone wanted to be a supporter then could and he would give them a rare item and a few more changeable items. He started to work on this fantastic idea. Spent the money upfront to get the computer in which to run his server and bought the web space. He continued the whole time while home sick and it was coming along nicely. He returned to work shortly after getting well, but stilled continued to set up this game. Work hindered his progress but he pushed on. The website took nearly a year to complete because of the intricacies of the applications being use to run it. He set up a raid 5 server to hold all of the information and all of the information and details of this new game. The game was a RPG in which you created a character and that character would control and train minions. Then you had to purchase a weapon in which to kill other foes to gain experience. Then use that experience to train minions in different areas of combat so they would be able to beat more powerful foes. The game was a great time waster for those with nothing to do, like he himself had nothing to do when bed-ridden. He still had yet to name it so he mulled over the idea of the game and what it was based on and he decided to call it Carnage Blender.

Mem August 1 2007 2:45 PM EDT

MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 Rubberduck[T] (pet) $40 -- $20 word award 2:42 PM EDT
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MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 QBBarzooMonkey (Canis bellatoris) $40 -- $20 word award 2:41 PM EDT
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MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 lostling (The Fallen) $40 -- $20 word award 2:40 PM EDT

Just a further clarification-- you also receive twice the amount of slots in the weekly 100k drawing if you're able to use a $20 word or word of the day. Good luck!

Spawn August 1 2007 5:37 PM EDT

Mastermind!

Anonymous existence, rendered useless to mankind
Destroy the logic volume in the confines of the mind
Enmassed and purposeless, marching in a perfect line
Neo-neuro torture, mental meltdown, a heinous crime

Mastermind, I tell you what to think
I tell you what you need
I tell you what to feel

Invade the core of souls to wipe the lives away
Design vacant beings, welcome the inhuman race
Encrypted horror codes, directive psyche overwrite
Processing brains to pabulum, delete and format living drives

I tell you what's real

Hail to the power age, lest the viral hour comes
Raise the flag of voltage, bow to circuitry unknown
Kneel before the processor, lords of static laugh
Electrons in submission, you must know who I am

I tell you what to think
I didn't care what you thought
I tell you what to get
I don't care what you got

Subject

Mem August 1 2007 6:56 PM EDT

MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 Spawn (Spawn) $40 -- $20 word award 6:56 PM EDT

ScY August 1 2007 11:15 PM EDT

Spawn's entry is disqualified on the grounds of plagiarism. His submission is an exact copy of Mastermind by Megadeth.

The thought behind the contest was originality and creativity. Just applying someone else's rather than utilize your own is unfair to those who did try to come up with their own entry. Sorry. =(

lostling August 1 2007 11:16 PM EDT

maybe you should put it in the rules ;)

ScY August 1 2007 11:25 PM EDT

For a creative writing contest, it is implicate in the very thought and conception of a creative writing contest. Entries should be ORIGINAL, rather than ripped off something.

lostling August 1 2007 11:47 PM EDT

even in exams they state do not cheat :) just think its probably better to add it :) i dont advocate plagiarism

QBOddBird August 1 2007 11:47 PM EDT

The Battle of Carnagium


In the beginning, since all time began, there have been two feuding groups: The Bastonians and the 1337ers. They have fought incessantly throughout all known history, never thinking of peace, but only destruction. Their differences are inherent; they cannot be resolved, and the only resolution to their conflict will be, in the end, total destruction of one of the two groups.

However, this is not meant to be.

To realize this, one must understand a history of the groups. It all began one fateful day, when the leader of the newly formed 1337ers, |\/|0|\|TY, met the leader of the Bastonians: Bast. The two met with the full intentions of creating peace between the two groups, but miscommunications plagued them at every step..."Hello, my newfound friends! My name is Bast", said the Bastonian leader, "and I bring forth to you tidings of a new era: a time of peace betwixt our neighboring tribes. In its very nature shall our relationship exude a peace, and our loyalties at all times shall have no bounds! What say you, newly met brethren?"

The 1337er cocked his head to one side, grinned a bit, and then screamed out "Ya gurl diz w00tage b3 gonn@ happ3nnnnn"! Taken aback, the Bastonian leader raised an eyebrow, and then spoke again, "No, friends, I think you misunderstand. We want peace!" |\/|0|\|TY furrowed his brow and growled at Bast. "Duz yooooo guyz here d@t? Sh3 w@nna pi3ce 0 diz! W3 gonna kixx0r her 2 da mO0o0On!" Bast drew back. She couldn't understand the words coming from the angry leader's mouth, but she knew that tone: aggression. "Fine, if it is war you wish for, then it war you shall have!" She sent forth her army and they attacked vigorously, and the 1337ers responded in like!

Looking down at all of this, Jonathan shook his head sadly. This was not his intention. He did not want either group destroyed, but he recognized that they had no intention of discontinuing their feud until they had completely annihilated one another. Therefore, he waved a hand, and a nerf was created. Each opponent in the army could only fight for a certain number of times each day! Not only this, but every time an opponent was killed, s/he sprang back to life promptly, right at the spot, ready again for battle! Jonathan felt that this would force the two opposing armies to stop their conflicting, and resolve their differences...but they refused. The rift between the two was too deep, and they could not overcome it. Since that fateful day, the day when the Battle of Carnegium began, we have fought in this great war...this blended carnage...this Carnage Blender! And we SHALL overcome!

--Speech given by the 3rd General of the Bastonian armies, just before he was killed for the 234,805th time.

Mem August 1 2007 11:57 PM EDT

MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 PPF (Hejin) $40 -- $20 word award 11:56 PM EDT
MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 PPF (Hejin) $40 -- $20 word award 11:56 PM EDT
MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 PPF (Hejin) $40 -- $20 word award 11:56 PM EDT

Spawn August 2 2007 5:14 AM EDT

I didn't post my one to cheat or to win, i just though it suited the situation, next time if i do something like this i will state that it isn't original therefore running me out of the competition, i like song lyrics when they fit into situations, i do it all the time hehe maybe i listen to too much music :) anyway just think of that one as inspiration to others ;)

ScY August 2 2007 11:42 AM EDT

I understand, and i probably should have posted something in the rules. But whatever the intentions, i still have to treat it like plagiarism only because if everyone did it, then it wouldn't be much of a contest ;)

You can reenter with another post if you want, Spawn.

J[Hybrid]Schnappes August 2 2007 5:51 PM EDT

The rise...And erm, rise again of CB At first there was nil ,nothing but empty space and broken servers. Until a brain full of ideas and the skills to boot came along, 'Jonathan' *angels singing are heard* Jonathan set about creating this page. He did not know how or why he was going to create this page but it created a sense of fulfilment and thats all he needed. He worked and he worked and eventually CB was born it wasn't much but he liked it. Soon it was swamped by players and...*dum dum dummmm* Hackers. Jonathan created bot checks to get rid of their evil ways and made CB an even better place.Eventually CB2 was created with many changes and upgrades it rocks! Jonathan was pleased, he rested and got a bud light. The End

ignignokt August 2 2007 9:16 PM EDT

One day, Jonathon was sitting in his cubicle at yet another temp job that he loathed very much. After the 10th consecutive day of going through the phone book cold-calling people he had developed a deep hatred for people. It was then that he decided to create a "game" in order to get people to fight to the death so that he could have plenty of corpses to do with as he pleased. Now, Jonathon simply needed to come up with a theme that was catchy enough to make people addicted. He tossed and turned all night long in his Lord of the Rings pajamas (with the little feet on them) in his bedsheets adorned by a variety of hobbits from the Shire. Then, all of a sudden he awoke and the first thing he saw was his authentic map of Mordor which inspired his evil scheme. Aha! A comic style speech bubble magically appeared over his head "I will base it on my one and only love, Lord of the Rings". So, Jonathon worked long and hard for many months. After his strenuous labors, the game that we play today was created. The only thing left was to come up with a name. That is when Jonathon thought back to the reason why he decided to make such a game. He made such a game in order to supply himself with an almost endless supply of corpses. Corpses? Yes, corpses. You see, Jonathon enjoyed this particularly vile drink which doesn't even have a name since it is so disgusting that nobody wants to be around it. He would put the corpses into a blender, then he would liquefy them and let it sit. Once the flesh had deliquesced, Jonathon was finally able to partake in the dark, brackish beverage that he yearned for.

The End

ignignokt August 2 2007 9:21 PM EDT

A Tasty Drink
One day, Jonathon was sitting in his cubicle at yet another temp job that he loathed very much. After the 10th consecutive day of going through the phone book cold-calling people he had developed a deep hatred for people. It was then that he decided to create a "game" in order to get people to fight to the death so that he could have plenty of corpses to do with as he pleased. Now, Jonathon simply needed to come up with a theme that was catchy enough to make people addicted. He tossed and turned all night long in his Lord of the Rings pajamas (with the little feet on them) in his bedsheets adorned by a variety of hobbits from the Shire. Then, all of a sudden he awoke and the first thing he saw was his authentic map of Mordor which inspired his evil scheme. Aha! A comic style speech bubble magically appeared over his head "I will base it on my one and only love, Lord of the Rings". So, Jonathon worked long and hard for many months. After his strenuous labors, the game that we play today was created. The only thing left was to come up with a name. That is when Jonathon thought back to the reason why he decided to make such a game. He made such a game in order to supply himself with an almost endless supply of corpses. Corpses? Yes, corpses. You see, Jonathon enjoyed this particularly vile drink which doesn't even have a name since it is so disgusting that nobody wants to be around it. He would put the corpses into a blender, then he would liquefy them and let it sit. Once the flesh had deliquesced, Jonathon was finally able to partake in the dark, brackish beverage that he yearned for. The End

Mem August 2 2007 9:26 PM EDT

MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 ignignokt (Ignignokt) $20000 -- Word of the Day! 9:26 PM EDT
MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 ignignokt (Ignignokt) $20000 -- Word of the Day! 9:25 PM EDT
MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 ignignokt (Ignignokt) $40 -- $20 word award 9:25 PM EDT

Nerevas August 2 2007 9:44 PM EDT

"The True Story of Carnage Blender"

At some point in time, Nerevas came along. And he rocked.
Oh, and Carnage Blender was created sometime amongst that.

Mesoshort August 2 2007 10:35 PM EDT

Carnage beginnings and Blending of Maiming

Once upon a time, there was a little boy named Jonathon. Now, he was a naughty little boy who loved to play on the computer, maiming and killing other people. He played all the new games, online, single player, and even console! He had all the newest toys that any boy could want. It did not take long, however that he became bored with all the high end graphic games, and longed for more. "I know!" he said one day. "I will make my own game, and watch as the others all kill themselves, battling each other!" He laughed with glee and set about creating a new type of game, one where he could be a god. And thus Carnage Blender was born, a happy place where people get together to kill one another, fulfilling their need to maim and dismember, and fulfilling Jon's insatiable appetite for blood.

The End

Mem August 3 2007 1:28 AM EDT

MiniMem (Television Man) 72.189.74.85 Mistress Meso (Kioma) $40 -- $20 word award 1:28 AM EDT

ScY August 3 2007 12:08 PM EDT

OK, we have more than 10 entries, meaning that... yes, thats right: All monetary prizes have been doubled!!!

QBOddBird August 4 2007 9:46 PM EDT

What sorrowful jeremiads you folks tell of the beginnings of CB...couldn't you have made your tales just a bit brighter? ^_^

noneedforthese August 4 2007 11:03 PM EDT

Immortality

Blood pours down my blade. It pools near my feet, slowly trickling to the center of the ring. It meets the river of blood that my opponents' headless bodies create.

All I can do is let out a sigh and prepare for my next battle. One that I could not possibly win. The mage's stinging missiles tore huge craters in to my shoulder. I cannot hold up my mithril shield. My next fight approaches, and I do not have to look up to know that he aims an elven long bow straight at my heart. He believes this fight to be won. I will not allow that satisfaction... without inflicting him pain.

The shield goes crashing to the side as I ditch it with reckless abandon. I charge at him, twirling and stepping - his first shot misses. But as I approach, the arrows come nearer and nearer - one sinks painfully into my already injured shoulder.

There is no pain

I have felt pains greater, thousands of times before. Another lands in to my stomach, and his stupid grin tells me he is convinced of his victory.

Fool, I will die, but I will take you with me

My blade goes out in a wide arc - wider than he expected! The Nan Elmothian blade cuts through the bow, his armour, his flesh and bones as his head drops to the floor with that grin turned to horror. I chuckle, but only blood comes out of my mouth. I fall to my knees, my blood joining the blood of the dozen minions I slew with the fine blade that is still somehow in my grasp. I taste the bitter dust of the ground.

It is the end. But only briefly. By evil Nahtanoj's design, I will rise again. To fight again... Endlessly... For this is, the way of Carnage Blender.

DrAcO5676 [The Knighthood III] August 4 2007 11:54 PM EDT

Frod's Basement

We all sat down to another exciting weekend of Gaming. I pull out my bag of dice and we all sit back and relax while trying to get in character.
"I storm into the room throwing a dagger at the already injured goblin, and rush over to the uninjured one and start hacking and slicing!" Avoid yells out after taking a big swig of his apple juice.
"And I roll in and start beating at the the Firbolg with my Improved Unarmed Strike...." OB States, while rolling his die for damage.
"Well I guess I will just pull out my bow and twang a few out," Gun murmurs, while digging around under the table for his Cheetos puffs.
"Heheh, I'll fire off my custom spell Finger of Death!" Proclaims TB
"You cant use that spell in this scenario," Voices OB. " You remember what happened last time you used it.... you rolled a critical fumble and killed all of our chars with it..."
"Heheh, I know... but you must admit it was the coolest thing ever, The pink elephants were awesome even if they flattened us." Remarks TB
That got the whole group laughing in remembrance of that fateful day, not no more than one week ago.
"Yeah but what was even more fun was when Gun rolled a critical fumble and shot himself in the foot with his compound bow." OB remarks in between laughs as Gun sits back and rolls his eyes.
"Come on guys lets get back in character.... these goblins ain't gonna kill themselves." Ranger manages to say as he rolls for another round of hits.
"I'll grab some pizza for us," Meso jumps in, after cleaning her kitty paws for the fifteenth time.

Thus, goes the beginning of another day of Dungeons and Dragons in Frod's Basement

ScY August 10 2007 6:05 PM EDT

ok, the contest is over, sorry for the wait, i had to leave on an unexpected trip... we are just finishing up the judging, and then youll find out who won!

ScY August 12 2007 4:54 PM EDT

And the winners are:

First Place: Barzoo Monkey

Second Place: noneedforthese

Third Place: Independenz

Honorable Mention: OOB


The prizes will be sent shortly. I would like to thanks everyone for entering the contest, and apologize for the wait. Congratulations to the winners, you were creative and wrote quite well.

ScY August 12 2007 4:59 PM EDT

Contest Prizes:
{scytale} (Minesweeper 1) 141.157.224.121 QBOOB (Hejin) $200000 -- Honorable Mention 4:58 PM EDT
{scytale} (Minesweeper 1) 141.157.224.121 IndependenZ (Miami Vice) $600000 -- Third Place Prize! 4:57 PM EDT
{scytale} (Minesweeper 1) 141.157.224.121 noneedforthese (Score Funnel) $800000 -- Second Place 4:56 PM EDT
{scytale} (Minesweeper 1) 141.157.224.121 QBBarzooMonkey (Canis bellatoris) A Sling of Death ($150170) -- First Prize! 4:55 PM EDT
{scytale} (Minesweeper 1) 141.157.224.121 QBBarzooMonkey (Canis bellatoris) $400000 -- First Prize! 4:55 PM EDT




I would also like to thank the judges, sut and mem for helping me out! ;) Congratulations!

QBBarzooMonkey August 12 2007 9:46 PM EDT

Hey, hey! Thank you very much, {scytale} and judges! Excellent contest, {scytale} Excellent work and congratulations, everybody!:D

noneedforthese August 13 2007 1:28 AM EDT

Thank you very much from me too, and congrats barzoo :)

IndependenZ August 15 2007 1:17 PM EDT

lol, I've been on a vacation and just found out I got third prize! Thanks, hehe I loved the contest :)
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