A Moon Goddess' Thanks IMPORTANT READ RED TEXT ON FIRST PAGE

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

I'll post anons here....IF I get any.
I'm kinda waiting for Rainy's Anon thread to appear and for the mayhem to commence.
I guess I'll prettify everything later.

As the title says, read the red text.
Specifically, the seventh post.
It concerns the sticky you find at the top of the Apocalypsmas Anon Sub-Forum main page.

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Quote:

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message:

Ah. I see you've returned.
Perhaps you should have talked to a lyricist before you killed him.
Or perhaps a poet.
I found the cadence rather jarring.
*completely unfazed or bothered by the letter*

[The Horror Twins - anon]

Amu Tsukiyomi-sama

"Perhaps I won't gift you, if you're not going to appreciate the effort"

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Dante Horror - anon

Amu Tsukiyomi-sama

"Perhaps I won't gift you, if you're not going to appreciate the effort"

I appreciate the letter, as I appreciate all the anon letters I get.
I thought you would appreciate my honest reaction.
Normally, your letters are rather scary to me, but this time...nope.
I definitely should have worded things better...^_^;
I tried to sing your new version of the song actually...I wanted to make a vocaroo of it and post the vocaroo, because I love off-color xmas songs.

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Quote:

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: A smiling gentleman approaches you, a small giftbox in his hands. "Hello my dear," he says as he hands you the giftbox. He tips his hat ever so slightly, just like a true gentleman should. "My name is Professor Layton. This is the season of giving, and so I've decided to share both a gift and a puzzle!" Curious, you look down at the giftbox in your hands and notice that it is designed in such a way that it cannot be opened until you solve the riddle. Looking at the special Christmas-time riddle, it reads :

I am often put around a Christmas tree, though sometimes other things as well. I love to sparkle, and sometimes shine, though no lightbulb do I have. I come in many different colors, though the most common are silver, gold, blue and red. I sometimes shed quite a bit, leaving sparkling bits of myself all over your floor. I am soft to the touch, and have a string at my core. What am I?

Why tinsel, of course. ^_^
This makes me wonder where all tinsel has been put before...

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Quote:

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: The Phantom Gift Giver slips from the shadows and into sight, holding in his hands an ethereal present from beyond the grave. He looks you in the eyes and smiles sincerely, then walks up to you, slowly and silently, then extends the present to you. You take the mysterious gift and he takes your hand cordially and gives it a kiss before bowing, tipping his hat to you, and walking off, vanishing into the winter night...

He is, but a phantom...

^_^
You are quite a gentleman, Sir Phantom.

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

DEAR GAIA ADMINS
If you want to restrict our creativity, please feel free to do so. Since many Anons are not violating the TOS and are just gifting people with stories, poetry and the time they take to create their work and anon persona, to tell us that we cannot post, ask for or even RECEIVE this great showing of love, be prepared that very few anons will be reported and that a lot of users will leave. Besides the friends I made through an ANON THREAD, I would not be on Gaia at all. I have no need for the items, don't intend on ever spending money and find that many of these new rules you add are violating my rights to free speech. I understand that you want to run as clean and "good" of a site as you can, but then you go off and make many...questionable items....for the avatars. Which is it? You cannot have it both ways. Any real anon, an anon who has developed their character and wants to do their best without violating the TOS with explicitly detailed gory or sexual actions, should be allowed to stay.
Do the Horror Twins really say anything explicitly gory? No. Their avatars, which wear gaia created items, are far gorier. And those avatars are perfectly okay in Gaia online's eyes.




I will no longer support Gaia in any financial manner. The only reason I will stay on Gaia is for the friends I have made.

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Quote:

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Holly is Red,
Tinsel is Gold,
Bells are Silver,
Here is a gift for you, behold!

- The one who sips the tea

^_^
Such a cute poem!

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Quote:

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You are alone, having your own town reduced to rumble in the wake of disaster. You see a tall, slender young man with ethereal teal eyes that seem to glow faintly & a pair of goggles nestled in his chestnut locks up ahead. He sees you & dashes over with an expression of urgency & concern. ''Are y-you alright?'', he asks. You nod, which causes him to shyly smile. ''G-Good. . . '', he says,''Pl-Please be safe n-now. '' Once again, you nod. He starts to lead you to what seems to appear to be a small cafÃ& where he buys you lunch. You chat with the young man for a small while. Excusing yourself to use the facilities you come back to see he has disappeared, there is a gift sitting on the table along with the tip for the waitress. The gift's tag reads, ''I may not be able to fix my own heart, but I will fix yours.''

~Arron the Lythcol Mechanic

^///^
You are too kind...
I should hope you are safe as well.
I fear that something might happen.

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Bump

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Bump

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Demon_s Kin ANON

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You find a box on the ground, wrapped in shiny green paper, with a velvet red bow glued to the top. A sweet sound calls from within, drawing you to kneel down and tear at the paper like a child. The sound grows louder with each rip, urging you on, to open the present, take what is rightfully yours.

The box underneath is black, blacker than the night sky, so black that it seems to draw in the nearby heat. A faint gold glow emanates from under the lid and you yank it off, letting the glow waft up into your face like a cool mist. The sound hits your face as well, sweeter than ever... and clearer.

It is the sound of screams, of the pain of the world, of cruelty and sorrow. In the back of your mind, you know you should be horrified, but the song calls to you and you know, however horrible, the song belongs to you and that makes it all the sweeter.

"These are the souls of the damned," a voice says behind you. "They are yours to keep. Their pain is your wine, so drink well and be merry."

You blink and stare down at the swirling gold mist, lid in hand. Should you help the souls inside? Should you walk away? Or should you drink it up, relishing the sorrow of others?

The choice is yours.

-Merry Christmas

Demon's Kin

No sorrow shall I drink
Nor save them shall I
And walking away would steal my joy
So I shall take them with me
keep them within the box
To forever hear their pitiful cries

[Demon_s Kin ANON]

Amu Tsukiyomi-sama

Demon_s Kin ANON

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You find a box on the ground, wrapped in shiny green paper, with a velvet red bow glued to the top. A sweet sound calls from within, drawing you to kneel down and tear at the paper like a child. The sound grows louder with each rip, urging you on, to open the present, take what is rightfully yours.

The box underneath is black, blacker than the night sky, so black that it seems to draw in the nearby heat. A faint gold glow emanates from under the lid and you yank it off, letting the glow waft up into your face like a cool mist. The sound hits your face as well, sweeter than ever... and clearer.

It is the sound of screams, of the pain of the world, of cruelty and sorrow. In the back of your mind, you know you should be horrified, but the song calls to you and you know, however horrible, the song belongs to you and that makes it all the sweeter.

"These are the souls of the damned," a voice says behind you. "They are yours to keep. Their pain is your wine, so drink well and be merry."

You blink and stare down at the swirling gold mist, lid in hand. Should you help the souls inside? Should you walk away? Or should you drink it up, relishing the sorrow of others?

The choice is yours.

-Merry Christmas

Demon's Kin

No sorrow shall I drink
Nor save them shall I
And walking away would steal my joy
So I shall take them with me
keep them within the box
To forever hear their pitiful cries

That is wise, since little sips are much better than large greedy gulps.

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Demon_s Kin ANON

Amu Tsukiyomi-sama

Demon_s Kin ANON

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: You find a box on the ground, wrapped in shiny green paper, with a velvet red bow glued to the top. A sweet sound calls from within, drawing you to kneel down and tear at the paper like a child. The sound grows louder with each rip, urging you on, to open the present, take what is rightfully yours.

The box underneath is black, blacker than the night sky, so black that it seems to draw in the nearby heat. A faint gold glow emanates from under the lid and you yank it off, letting the glow waft up into your face like a cool mist. The sound hits your face as well, sweeter than ever... and clearer.

It is the sound of screams, of the pain of the world, of cruelty and sorrow. In the back of your mind, you know you should be horrified, but the song calls to you and you know, however horrible, the song belongs to you and that makes it all the sweeter.

"These are the souls of the damned," a voice says behind you. "They are yours to keep. Their pain is your wine, so drink well and be merry."

You blink and stare down at the swirling gold mist, lid in hand. Should you help the souls inside? Should you walk away? Or should you drink it up, relishing the sorrow of others?

The choice is yours.

-Merry Christmas

Demon's Kin

No sorrow shall I drink
Nor save them shall I
And walking away would steal my joy
So I shall take them with me
keep them within the box
To forever hear their pitiful cries

That is wise, since little sips are much better than large greedy gulps.

Nay, I do not intend to literally drink
But to drink their cries through my ears
If I keep them trapped and do not drink
I can "drink" for as long as I like
The sound tastes better than any drop would
And so I shall listen long and well

[Amu Tsukiyomi-sama]

Quote:

From: An anonymous benefactor
Message: Several hundred years before there too was a peaceful kingdom hidden to it was coated in the wonders of perpetual autumn. No other season prevailed, within to it held its many secrets to which gives truth to it's name.
To what name beholds this kingdom and to what name beholds the ruler?

Hard to say what exactly happened in it's history the kingdom in all it's once prosper left to ruin in it's demise, the pages to which the story reads brittles at the slightest touch. As the kingdom and the name of it's princess was lost to the autumn breeze to carry the wishes far into history. Stirred occasionally at the mention of an end and perhaps leading to a final peace.
But to what name beholds the forgotten kingdom and it's fair ruler that will be lost to time?
Are you curious, if you are we shall journey through the mystery.

- Storybook of an Autumn Kingdom

To learn of all the story, the names and their truths I would love to do.
And so I shall follow you and listen well, drinking in all the history and knowledge I am granted.
Lead the way O Storyteller, I am most keen to hear what you have to unfold.