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 Posted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 6:53 am
Hello, sirs.
I've decided to give away some(most) of my items due to using only what you can see on my avatar, and generally not being active on gaia.
I don't have any epic items for millions because i've never cared, i only got what i thought i would like to ever exuip. But maybe you will like them as well as I do, or just sell and get something overpowered.
So there is: convince me why it is YOU who should get my items. Lies, plots and fairytales from air are welcome. I chose the best "story" and get to trade my stuff to winner.
Good luck have fun.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 6:00 am
I come to you from a place that shall not be named; but let it be known that I'm a count of the pumpkin patch over the hill and through the woods. It's a sacred place that is hard to find even if you are aware of its existence; but I'm not here to talk about that. No. You see...I am on a mission: a mission to tame a certain creature of the night that has little beady red eyes. The bugger is quite speedy and switches directions on a dime--making it hard to catch. That is only the beginning; after all, the small animal can be mighty vicious if it felt like it. Still, I must capture and tame one. It's a must have for my pumpkin patch. I wouldn't dare to do such a dangerous task if it wasn't important. Plus, I like the safety of the place I call home. It has a surprisingly peaceful vibe that lets me have plenty of alone time without being lonely.
Sorry, I am getting off topic. The point is that I can't seem to accomplish my task alone and that's where you come in. Anything you give me would be helpful; after all, I can sell whatever isn't particularly useful in order to get something that is. It is unfortunate that I can't give you anything in return; although I might be able to spare a pumpkin head. They are quite special you see and mean the world to me; but if I must then I could part with one. I can't go into any more detail now though.
In any case, thank you for taking the time to hear me out.
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Posted: Sun Oct 27, 2013 9:06 am
Then I shall tell you about the time that I invented time travel. Once upon a time in World War One, I was a soldier. It was a happy time, then, with artillery bombardments, and trenches, and more than enough bayonets go around. I was in charge of guarding the latrine. Ours was an especially nice latrine (it only had two dead rats in it at any given time) and the Kaiser made especially sure of that, paying a whopping $0.04 for it.
The people assigned to guard it before me complained about the smell, but I think they were just trying to make small talk, because I couldn't smell anything on account of always wearing my gas mask. Why would anyone not wear their gas mask at all times? But I digress...
I was very good at guarding the latrine; better than anyone else before me. The others had a nasty habit of letting people use it, imagine! Unlike them, I obeyed orders, and put my trusty bayonet to use. If anyone got too close, I stuck them right in the chest.
It wasn't long before my commanding officer came to check on my progress, and he was clearly impressed. He shouted a lot and gestured at the bodies of the people who had tried to use the latrine. Clearly he was telling me how much the Kaiser appreciated my efforts. He was, in fact, so impressed, that he challenged me for my position by pulling out his Luger, but he barely got it out of the holster before I won. A bayonet to the chest is hard to beat, he found out.
Then others who clearly heard what had happened came to challenge me; in groups, too! A lot of them also had bayonets, so I knew I would have to be on my toes, but I wasn't worried. I had beaten my CO in single combat!
As I was treating my colleagues to my bayonet, I began to contemplate time travel and after only a few minutes, had worked out, in my head, the exact formula for achieving it, and then it happened. I was sent forward in time (and space, apparently) 300 years to 1987, where I invented Al Gore, who invented the Internet.
And that is how I got here.
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Posted: Tue Nov 05, 2013 3:58 pm
Thanks for reply guys. I'm still giving two, maaaaybe three weeks to make sure anyone would have a chance of a try.
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Puppet on a String Theory Crew
Philosophizing Bibliophile
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Posted: Mon Nov 18, 2013 3:10 pm
My face is reflected in the water...
It's a shining grin full of hope... Here's a bump.
They might be wise, on occasion, as the SubForum isn't visited very frequently. ... Or it could be a look of somber silence struggling with fear...
What do you see reflected in your face???
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 2:22 pm
Walks in and sits down.
I would love to have some of your items, if not all of them because I take and run a charity and two guilds. The items will be more than likely to make another person's day and put to good use.
I love collecting as many items as I can and gold so that I can help others out. No plot or lie here, just the solid truth the items will be used to make others smile from newbies to those that have been here for a long time.
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Posted: Tue Nov 19, 2013 9:50 pm
I'm sending you this message over my portable-arm radio. You see, it was a cold autumn day when Captain Alexander of Her Majesty's Air and Space Fleet called on me to report to duty to the SS Oberon. I had been First Mate before taking leave in New London, but there were rumors that Captain Alexander was to be made the captain of the prized new vessel in the fleet, The Poseidon, in which event, I was to be promoted to captain of The Oberon. This was all rumor, of course, but I couldn't help but feel a sense of possession when I stepped on deck of that beauty of a machine- smoke billowing from it's stacks as the crisp wind blew all about it. A truly magnificent sight to behold when it sailed through the air.
The Oberon had taken flight that day for the particular purpose of a rescue mission. The Galaxy of the ASF had crash landed on a island some 400 klicks off mainland while patrolling for pirates and getting a little more than they had bargained for. We were the closest to the accident and quickest on our feet.
As it so happened, the island on which The Galaxy crashed was just on the fringe of some mostly uncharted waters. The whole area was crawling with pirates, and most ships that sailed that way were lucky to come back out. But the particular island we were set on course to was one that was completely undocumented by the ASF, or anyone else for that matter.
Although we had to use some sneaky tactics to get to the island under the radar, we managed. Once we were there, however, we came across a slight hiccup. Namely that the whole crew of the The Galaxy is being held hostage by the pirates who raided them. The crew managed to send out a distress signal before the pirates could stop them. The pirates tried to use this to their advantage- the only trouble being that we don't have the proper amount of swag to suffice their ransom. We are sorely outnumbered, and have already exhausted all other options. Captain Alexander, God rest his soul, has given his life fighting off the pirate band, making me captain. And as captain, it is my duty to get not only my crew out of this situation, but also my comrades in arms. We need all that we can get to give to these pirates, or we all will be swimming with the fishes.
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Posted: Sat Nov 23, 2013 2:23 am
I see, but I think I've found the winner already. I'm not saying anything, maybe someone will still join and that person will win. Giving time till saturday the 30th smile
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 7:31 am
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Posted: Mon Nov 25, 2013 10:42 am
The whisper of the rain like tiny fingers on the window panes woke her. She stood near the window as a foreboding, clammy and fearful worry came into her heart. The book in her hand pressed its cover against her as if to lure her into its printed pages but she went on gazing out into the night as if the strange stillness of the man on her lawn had infected her very core. The light from her bedroom window mingled with the darkness of the night to reveal that he was staring intently at her with an impish smile on his face. Their eyes met and her heart thudded. Evil was not appearing for the first time in her life but had now returned in the form of her husband. Fear dug its curved and venomous beak into her frozen heart once again. Lightning flashed and his form was gone, breaking the spell on her, she dropped the book and ruched down the stars into the baby’s room. He stood there, in the dark corner next to the child’s bed, her only child. He turned slowly with the child in his arms still asleep as tears fell down her face. This is what he had promised. If she left, he would make sure she paid for it and now she was. Just as the last of the bruises were fading, he had to go and steal her heart completely. A roll of thunder and she fell to her knees praying to any God that would listen. His impish smile became a twisted tongue of silver that ripped her will from her and tore her mind to pieces. It ate away at her like a living thing. Jagged spears of white-hot lightning shot from the sky as the night swallowed him up like a thieving fox. Her cries were as faint as the chirping of a cricket in the vast empty house and were lost in the darkness of her torn soul. As the rain washed the night out of the hem of the sky the air fed one last scream but with little sound that her shredded throat was capable of. Silence welcomed her back and in the stillness she could almost hear little feet running across the floor, then laughter and whispering. Her eyes filled with painful hope but it was quickly extinguished. The surrounding house captured her tattered soul and promised to never let her go. She let it have what was left of her as somewhere the flames of fire that stole her life still flickered in the charred house. In fire and death, she lost everything. Wont you give her just something?
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Posted: Thu Dec 05, 2013 1:28 am
WINNERS!
Ittarius will get the "equipment for his crew" for his awesome piece of text, i will just chose a few things to leave for myself, and Alykia Gets one of my 6th gen experiment, just because it was mysterious and experiment is very mysterious :3
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