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 Posted: Fri Jan 06, 2012 12:27 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2012 8:34 pm
Challenge #1:The first bonus challenge will be to come up with a clever advertisement for GGR. It can be a slogan, a picture, an ad that you'd find in a news paper, a commercial, anything your creative minds can come up with. Due: January 11th, 9:00 PM, Central Time Prize: 500 gold Winner: Rock_hard_yo Submission: 
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 9:54 pm
Challenge #2:This bonus challenge is a bit... odd. But I hope it keeps you busy. Angels have invaded the GGR Airplane! Draw a picture, write a story, invent something to solve the problem, but most importantly, be creative! I hope to see more than one entry this time. I might even be willing to settle for 2. Due: February 10th, 9:00 PM, Central Time Prize: 500 gold Winner: Phanna Submission: 
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 3:04 pm
Challenge #3What would you bring on board the GGR plane and why? Winner: Sheva Das Quote: I would bring along a bag of peanuts, just small enough to hide in my pocket. Invariably, someone will sneak the last of the peanuts and the plane will descend into chaos as everyone braces for the crash. During the panda-monium, I would calmly step to the front of the plane, hold up my bag, and declare, "Don't worry. I have peanuts." Then I would be a hero and automatically win all of the prize money. Hey, I can dream, right? c;
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Posted: Thu Jun 14, 2012 3:21 pm
Bonus Challenge #4
As many of you know, I have been sick lately and having to go to the hospital for tests and important stuff like that. Because of all of this, I am in the need of cheering up! (Especially after my ultrasound today. That chick's, who was giving my ultrasound, facial expressions were not very pleasant. I am now scared that something bad is going to happen. Eeek! Maybe I have a lizard living in my stomach? Gah!) Anywho, I would like some of you to keep my mind off of my impending test results. Not only would you enlighten me, but you could earn some gold as well.
So, here is the challenge. Showcasing your awesome talents, I would like you to write a story, draw me some art, or anything else you think of that would make me laugh. There are only two requirements. Number one, I must be included in your submission. Number two; your submission has to showcase what you think my test results would be. Now, this has to make me laugh. <----I bolded that, see. Ya know, for emphasis. Do I have lizards in my stomach? Maybe a thousand spiders? A screwdriver? What my test results are is up to you!
1st place: Sheva DasQuote: Dear Ms. Lullaby: After careful deliberation and a thorough review of your symptoms, I have concluded that there a number of things that could be wrong with you, possibly more than one. I have compiled a definitive list of various illnesses you might have in catchy song form. Listen to the 26 possible diagnoses I have selected and carefully read all of the accompanying text to receive the full benefit of this medical consultation. You will find the verbal portion of my diagnoses HERE and the written part HERE. Read two books, watch five chick flicks, eat one ripe tomato, bite a vampire, and call me in seven days if the problem continues. Sincerely, Dr. S. Das, PhD, MD, RN, AP (Awesome Person) Quote: The Mister and the Missus gripped one another’s hands anxiously as they sat in the waiting room. Any moment now, Doctor would come to deliver their baby girl’s test results.
“What if it’s something terrible?” the Missus asked for the umpteenth time. The Mister squeezed her hand even more tightly and stroked her hair, attempting to soothe her.
“Shh. Shh. Cajun has always been so healthy and diligent about taking care of herself. I’m sure it’s all been blown out of proportion.”
The Missus was about to reply, but instead stifled a sob as Doctor came through the door. His face looked very grave.
“Mister. Missus. I’m afraid I have… well, I have some news.” He stood there, hands clasped, and didn’t give the Missus a whit of peace of mind.
“What is it, Doctor?” she cried, making to stand up; however, the Mister held her firmly. It wouldn’t do to have her rampaging about, completely hysterical.
Doctor shifted awkwardly from foot to foot. He often had to deliver bad news to terrified families, but this… this was something else.
“We – um… Well, the ultrasounds, they revealed some… abnormalities, in your daughter’s stomach.”
The Missus trembled, her eyes already watering.
Doctor approached the pair, withdrawing a manila envelope from his coat. “We have… we have the shots, if you’d care to see them.”
The Missus shook her head and looked down, but the Mister furrowed his brow and nodded, reaching for the envelope. Doctor held it back for a moment.
“Before you… I’m so sorry, Mister.” He then opened the envelope and displayed the ultrasounds to the Mister, who gasped.
Hearts. Sparkles. Teddy bears, smiles, candy, even some curved lines that looked to be rainbows, if they weren’t in black and white. Cajun’s stomach was full to bursting of adorable, happy symbols.
The Mister looked up at Doctor, pleading without words for it all to be a joke. The Missus took a single glance and went silent.
“Doctor… please. This can’t mean…”
Doctor shook his head.
“You don’t deserve this. Neither of you do, and especially not your lovely little girl. But I’m afraid it’s true. Your daughter has chronic cuteness.”
The Missus burst into tears, sobbing in a manner that would have seemed obnoxious were it not so desperate. The Mister attempted to console her, patting her back, but it was clear he was fighting back tears as well. He quietly asked, “How long does she have?”
Doctor heaved a heavy sigh. “Well… it is tough for us to determine so early after discovery… but at the rate things are progressing… your daughter may very well live to be over one-hundred.”
This was too much, even for the Mister; he joined his wife, tears streaming down his face. “Isn’t there anything? Anything we can do, Doctor? She’s… she’s so young! To have to bear this disease for nearly a century…”
“It will force her to,” Doctor said quietly. “Or, rather, those around her. She won’t be able to come to physical or mental harm ever again, even if she wants to. Her cuteness will cause everyone she comes in contact with to – “
“I know the symptoms!” the Mister shouted, furious in his despair. “But it isn’t fair! Not our daughter, not our Cajun…”
The Missus managed to compose herself long enough to whimper out a plea to the doctor. “Aren’t there cures for the more dormant forms, Doctor? Perhaps… if she takes enough doses of ugly? We could donate, we’d be willing…”
Doctor’s gaze travelled between the two distraught parents, then slowly shook his head. “I’m very sorry, Mister and Missus. But there’s nothing more we can do. Your daughter is going to be cute for the rest of her life.” Quote:
. . .been infested with a nasty case of the "evilsquirreliosis."
Since you've probably never heard of it before, I'll tell you about it.
You've been eating so many peanuts lately waiting for the plane to take off, that a mob of evil squirrels has been after you. They wanted to kill you for eating their nuts, but instead wanted to make you feel the pain. So, while you were sleeping, the head evil squirrel crawled into your body (I'm not telling you which end) and made it's way into your stomach where all the peanuts still were. But, the squirrel ate all the peanuts, and therefore, could not crawl out of your body, and that is what has caused you all this pain. But since he's been in here for a while. . .well, you know what all living things have to do. All of this squirrels 'you know' has run into your blood stream, and caused you to grow ears and a tail. The good news is, if they get it out fast enough, you won't fully turn into a squirrel. . .aha.
Good luck!
Oh, just remember, this picture is for laughs only. . .I ran out of time, and this is what I came up with. This isn't what my art usually looks like. . . sweatdrop
Link to picture
Quote: Submission One:You totally have peanuts in your belly. This way, when we run out of peanuts, including the co-pilot's and panda's, you can save us all, getting some money, too! I'd type some more, but I'm trying to kill the ants in my keyboard. Good luck with your hospital stuff! Submission Two:You have boiled peanuts in your belly! So many boiled peanuts that you have grown Squirrel ears and a Squirrel tail. nomnomnom~
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