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DM's global contests

---------►Spirit Contest - - - - -

This is TDM's most important contest and where teams really become a factor. throughout the event, whichever group has the most enthusiasm will win for their cause a real-life donation of at least 10 dollars. This will go up depending on how many people I know IRL I can rope into this thing, for I am poor, but the amount will be at least that much. If I can’t find a way to donate directly to the cause, I’ll submit a general donation to ACS. Of course, you are welcome to make donations of your own. blaugh
So get out there and show your team spirit!! This will be done through the guild, where you can chat with your team, organize get-togethers, and post your art/avis/and photos.

The spirit contest is based on how organized and enthusiastic your team is. There are a lot of ways a team shows their spirit. They take the initiative to recruit more people, hold their own contests, and organize meetings in Towns and basically act as if they genuinely care about awareness of their type.

Due to the nature of this kind of contest, we want to make sure that the people doing these things aren't out for personal gain. Because of that, there is no Gold prize for this. The team deemed "most spirited" will receive a real-life donation for their type.


---------►Tek Tek Contest - - - - -

One of our most popular contests is back! Make a tektek in your team's colors.

The best from each team (and sometimes runners-up) will win.

The prize: At least 20k. It may be more depending on donations.

Dates: The tektek contest will open Teusday, April 20 and will be closed for entries on Thursday, April 29.

Where to send entries: PM them to Blaizekit. Entries posted in the thread or entries sent before the contest is officially open will be ignored.

---------►Guild Recruiting - - - - -

Invite your friends to join the guild!

Recruit people to the guild and have them put in their join request "referred by (your name)" whoever has the most wins.

Anyone can win. This contest is completely unrelated to teams. However, all Crew are ineligible, as they have the ability to accept join requests.

The prize: At least 20k, may be more

Dates: Ends on Thursday, April 29

There's a tiny world inside my bones.
I learned of it one day,
When some bullies came to visit
And decided they would stay.

Before they came, this little world,
Was happy as could be,
With platelet cells and red blood cells
And white ones having tea.

These little cells inside my bones
Grew up and worked each day.
They traveled in my blood stream,
Making sure I felt OK.

The white blood cells were body-guards,
Protecting me from germs.
They used to know some special tricks
That made invaders squirm.

The red blood cells were round and strong,
And carried on their backs,
The oxygen my body needs
To play and to learn facts.

The platelet cells were sticky friends,
In charge of making clots.
I’d cut my hand or scrape my arm,
They’d make the bleeding stop.

Well that’s the way it used to be
Before the bullies came.
I hadn’t met this inside world.
I knew nobody’s name.

I learned a bunch of new words
Once leukemia appeared.
Like chemo, blast and lymph gland.
Don't they all sound awfully weird?

I learned about the grand scheme
To destroy these bully cells,
And I took strong medications
'Til the bullies really yelled.

These meds made me feel tired.
They made my mouth feel raw.
My hair covered the pillow,
And left my head quite bald.

I didn't like these feelings,
But I figured this was true-
If I felt bad, the bullies felt worse,
And would melt into a goo.

You might think that I'm different.
You might think I have changed.
But I'm the me I used to be,
Just somewhat rearranged.

You might think that leukemia,
A cancer I was told,
Is something you could catch from me
As if it were a cold.

But that's not true, it's not that smart,
It doesn't have a clue.
Traveling between us
Is a trick it cannot do.

There's more about this cancer-
Something else that it can't do.
It can't destroy my laughter,
Or change me through and through.

Leukemia’s a disease,

That deemed itself on me.

I don’t know what it is

Although I’ve heard it on TV.


The doctor says it’s serious,

But it still can be cured.

“I don’t know what will happen,

But we’ll try our best, assured!” - doctor


To the 4th floor,

Of the hospital I went.

30 days in that room,

Was the time I spent.


Back home and back to school,

With no hair I went.

When people asked me questions,

I would circumvent.


Chemotherapy,

Where the “meds” I would have to take.

Although it fought the cancer,

My bones would still ache.


Friends and family came together,

To see if I was felling better.

I met an aunt I never knew,

And she helped me all of the way through.


But that was then and this is now,

And things are like before.

But is that how I want it?

I’m not really sure.

okay here comes another one...sorry, im just on a roll

He lay, so still, on his hospital bed
While family gathered around.
It seemed like only yesterday,
His laughter could always be found.

But, the past few months, he became so tired
He could barely lift his head.
His body grew weaker, day by day,
Until, finally, he had to be fed.

Just a little boy of ten years old
Who's life was being cut short,
He would no longer run and play
Or take part in his favorite sports.

Friends could no longer call on him
To join them in the sun.
Their lives were just beginning
While his was almost done.

He slowly opened up his eyes
And looked at his Mother and said,
"Mom, I'm feeling no pain, now,
But a great relief instead."

Tears began to trickle
Down his swollen little cheeks
And they knew those would be
The last words he would ever speak.

And, as if by a miracle, a glow
Encompassed the little boy's lifeless form.
The room began to radiate and
They knew he had been reborn.

An Angel of God was heard to whisper
These words that filled their ear,
"Leukemia has lost the battle to Christ.
Your little boy has nothing to fear."

(This one has a title)
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
On a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
Slapping on the ground?
Ever followed a butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Do you run through each day
On the fly?
When you ask "How are you?"
Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
Do you lie in your bed
With the next hundred chores
Running through your head?
You'd better slow down
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

Ever told your child,
We'll do it tomorrow?
And in your haste,
Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
Let a good friendship die
Cause you never had time
To call and say "Hi"?
You'd better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.

When you run so fast to get somewhere
You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day,
It is like an unopened gift....
Thrown away.
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower
Hear the music
Before the song is over.

I've been here many times before
I know this place and all its walls
Behind each and every door I've looked
Passed time and days reading books

I've been all around yet never far
took some pills and got some scars
I grew my hair then went bald
Found out last year what it was called

I've fought a war without leaving my country
I lived to see me post this entry
I've kissed the only person I love
Felt I was flying high above

It's been a long time since I've looked at the sky. Between the chores of life and the necessities, I've grown far away from nature, and what used to connect to me to the world. I'm new to schedules, and new to time management and deadlines and responsibilities, and have neglected the roots of my old beliefs.

This past week has altered my feelings towards nature and it's remedies. I've seen dead bodies on the covers of newspapers, and I've seen images of people crying, read powerful stories of families torn apart and missing loved ones.

I've always thought of myself as the type of person who slows right down to become in sync with reality, to remember that there is more to the world than how far I can see, or walk, more to the world than the boundaries I've become accustomed to. But I've been lost. Working full time, having my heart occupied and dreaming of my own future, I've forgotten about how crucial it is to stop and find a pace, instead of rushing through life, watching the clock.

I don't think I'm the only one who has come to this realization of losing touch. We can all say we've donated to charities, or that we've helped the world, or we've helped our country. We've done all of these things, or at least have thought about it, as a passing thought. However, personally, that's never seemed to give me any satisfaction.

I know I'm helping. The Salvation Army gets all the change in my pockets when I pass by. I smile at strangers. I even find myself praying for the world, even though I do not place myself under any religious, or non religious status.

And then I go about my daily life, reading about homeless, and disasters, and watching World Vision commercials about dying children, still feeling uneasy and out of touch.

Is there only so much we can do to help the world? Are we the ones that need helping? Am I the only person feeling like I'm not doing enough? Is there any way I can do more?

There's no way of measuring help on a scale, just as there is no way of measuring the world in it's direction. Progress versus retrogress cannot be analyzed realistically. I've in theory accepted that I can't help as much as I'd like. In fact, I still feel guilt.

However I'll always be curious as to whether or not I would even truly feel satisfied in aiding the world to my full potential, even if I were literally doing everything I could.

With that said, we could almost all do just a little more to help our country, our continent, and the rest of the world. We could skip out on that $3.50 we might be spending on a bag of chips, and donate it to a local charity, shelter, or even attempt to buy a homeless person a meal. (It's the thought that counts, right)? In my idealistic world, this is attainable, despite those who have lost hope in the world and it's campaigns.

Or maybe sometimes if we cannot donate our efforts, or do not feel it necessary, the least we could do is look at the sky, find shapes in the clouds or gaze at the stars, and remember what it feels like to be a part of earth. Sometimes that's all that is required to remember that our hearts are beating. That, to me, is what truly counts.

Since when did the stars require effort? Since when did the trees care about time?

Since when did falling apart have to be so graceful? Why are expectations stamped on mistakes?

When did humans become so destructive?

Keep a straight face and try to stand out in a sea of billions.

When did lace become an embellishment? When did race become an establishment?

Stitch a balloon to the ground, jump back at the sound.

We've got 5 metaphors left and our health is getting low.

Children are dying, faith becoming a foe.

But where are the misinterpreted words? Where are the souls that got lost within themselves?

Why don't we fight with the self consciousness we've overcome?

Like solders in a battlefield, counting down the days, counting the sun rays for their heroic ways.

What about the accountant that keeps the economy rolling? Families eating, countries thriving.

Chocolates in the microwave, rings down the toilet.

Sorry I'm not inspirational enough to strike you as the type to strike you as the type to strike you as the type

to go off the deep end and make a recovery.

I'm a hero like you, and I'd die to protect a heart.

I'd die to protect a world... the type in a mind that strikes you as outrageous.

Yeah. I think that could be me.

Never looking back, and lighting up the sky...

with rainbows, and magic, and sparkles, and stars,

and all of the things that make me smile.

Let's be the brightest rainbow, the most sincere love letter,
The sun rising over the ocean, the only thing better.

We'll conquer everyone. Waking up in the afternoon in the sunlight, falling asleep when the crickets have gone to bed. Smiles kissing under stars, florescent against the dull grays and blacks.

Yeah, we'll be the best damn thing that ever happened to the world. And we're almost there, we're almost there. Breathing in the familiar, the dreams, the fantasies, the finally, finally, finally.

I'll put you in an envelope and send you all around this big empty world. Emptiness that lingers in the most crowded places. You'll brighten up it all.

An eerie melody, so low, drowned out by the loud. The music, the beautiful.

We'll drown them out. For a second they'll be wonderful. For a second they'll be privileged.

No one can even compare. No one comes close.

There's no room for sadness when life is this short. There's no room for moping, or crying, or mourning.

There's only room for smiles and romance and waffles. That's the future of our society.

All this complexity, it just hurts.

Why am I getting in the way?

Free us all from the shallow depths we're drowning in. I think we're all too modest to raise our heads and realize that the light is so close. The air is beckoning.

Quit wasting your time and live.

Life of Lies

As life reaching its end,
Light started to fade away,
Giving ways to sorrow,
And death clouding the mind with fear,
The past will always remain as past,
What is waiting for us after life is all that matters.

Finally the wait is over,
The shadow of the dark angel approaches,
With our past and our fear in the palm of his hand,
While the last breath of our life taken away,
The right, the wrong, laughter and sentiment in our life appears right in front of our eyes,
To be judge and to be punishing for all the things that was wasted for the bloody world.

Each second that we have wasted,
Years that we’ve used deceiving and ignoring God and His words,
With all the sins and lies that we’ve done,
For the sake of joy of the life and happiness,
Thinking that time will always be on our side,
Having the thought that there will always be time to ask for forgiveness

Fear overwhelmed our heart in the life of Hell,
As the sound of moaning and screaming fills the air,
Tears of blood covering the floor and fill the air,
With fears in our heart and our mind,
Asking and begging for forgiveness,
For all the sins and lies that we have done.

As we find our way to a greater life,
Searching for the truth and the righteous,
Keep an open eye to the world above,
And realize the meanings to our existence,
Which does not differentiate us for our race but our heart?
And our believes toward God

Awake my fellow men
From your slumber and your dreams,
And realize your mistake before its too late.
Join the followers of light and truth,
Walking on the right path towards God,
The Almighty and the Merciful.

well this is just a random poem... i miss my dear friend.. he was a good friend. dedicated his life for those around him

a poem..

The hospital room crowded with family
was quiet as can be
the little girl lay there
still as a tree

A small whisper broke the silence
"mommy", the little girl said
"i can hear the angels sing"
she lay, lifeless on the bed
Her eyes slowly closing

The family knew what was happening
tears began to shed
Her mother could not take it
out of the room she fled

As the girl took her last breath
A sudden wave of happiness filled the room
the girl opened her eyes and looked around
it was not time for her to meet her doom

She lifted her head and cried so softly
a voice, everyone could hear
a small, but oh so powerful one
" you have nothing to fear"

They all knew who it was
They looked out of the window, above and beyond
They looked to the heavens
Where they knew the savior of their daughter was