Short Story/Poem Contest

There lives a girl from Ontario, Canada :eek: and her name shall not be named for the sake of privacy :) (, but you may know who she is as you read on :b). Some time over the summer the girl some how got an account on TSO and she became addicted to the game as soon as she started. She refuses to write every letter of each word and had no problem making friends with random global-ers , mainly Global-1 ;) people. She was also in my opinion quite kind to help others but would tend to give a little attitude. Although she does say and do things that may or might come off as quite rude she does not really mean to :(, in fact she regrets being mean/rude :mad: but alas she cannot help it as it is a part of her personality and character. She tries to do her best in order to greet everyone but tends to get side-tracked very often. Keep in mind also that she is not an angel although she used to be one ,a "fallen angel", but that is merely because she is human and humans my dear friends are not quite so innocent. And lastly she replies back, sometimes more than usual, very late. If you don't mind her random :confused: comments and apology-full whispers :o you are most likely her friend. :D In addition she has a mental list (meaning it only exists in her mind) of both just plain dimwits and awesome dimwits. And that ladies and gentlemen :cool: is the story of a sixteen-year-old girl...well the settlers part of her anyways. :p The End. :rolleyes:

P.S. if u didn't guess alrdy the girl was me and will alwys be (excpt mybe the age bit :b) and I hope you enjyed the stry XD... see you in global-1 , Zeus realm Xb .

there was an idiot that always was in bed. it would spread its terror on global 1, saying it was in bed.

then eventually it got so many followers the kept saying "in bed" it changed it to camel.

as it thought everything was fine they started to yell "toe" every where so then the camel had to find another freind.

then came along Llama....

to be continued.

Sounds legit. :b

Everyone need not fear,
your great new master,
is now here.
Endulge yourself in brew and sweets,
but not to much and not the least.
Move along the great stone paths,
and have alot of laughs.
Don't bend your luck,
oh my great master,
i'll see right after the disaster.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by jackiesand

The settlers were dressed up,their pumpkins were lit,
Some were complaining their costumes dont fit,
They called on their friends and relations as well,
Ooh he is dressed as the devil,has he come from hell,
They collected their treats,played some tricks on a few,
Cos they havent answered the doorbell on cue,
They came back weary from their treats and their trickses,
To find to their horror theyd been been rolled back to Christmas

---

lol

"Get the fan.. no not the ceiling fan the other fan! Idiot"
"I can't find it!"
"Open your eyes! I mean, eye!"

PrincessMarri looked up to see the blurry image of the most ugliest ogre man she'd ever seen! Large sideburns, a goatee and.. braces. No.. hmm dentures? She was still dizzy. The next thing she noticed was an even uglier person approaching her. No sideburns, no goatee, just ugly.. with a patch over one eye. He looked like a pirate.

"I must have died and am now in the world of ugly people," she thought.

"What is your name?!" the ugliest person asked.
"What is your quest?!" the uglier person demanded.
"What is the airspeed velocity of an unladen swallow?! haha!" the third dark figure yelled out.
"Shut up!" the ugly pair yelled back in unison.

"My name is PrincessMarri and I've come here because I lost a game of side-bets, dares and half-truths."

"I hate that game.."
"Yeah, lost me eye playing that game.."
"Me too, worst game ever!"
"Shut up!"

Suddenly there was a great rumble and the sound of splashing water. The two figures yelled at each other.

"AHHHhghhghhh!!! NOT AGAIN!! MAKE IT STOP!!"

The room filled with a foul oder as bath bubbles floated about. Then as one floated over to the candle, it popped and for a split-second the room lit up in a green light.

"You have got to be the nastiest most disgusting animal in the kingdom!" the one-eyed person grunted.
"Don't hate a killer," smiled a fat man with a large mustache in a bathtub across the room.
"Let's just finish this shall we.." said the ogre with metal teeth.

PrincessMarri eyed the trio strangely..

"How long have you guys been living here!?"
"Ever since our own kingdoms were taken over.. we all decided to come back home," the ogre sighed.
"Yeah..safer here. nobody bothers us," said the pirate.
"Wait so you guys are.. brothers?"
"No, No No.. this fool is adopted," the ogre said pointing to the fat man.
"I am not! Who care's if.."
"Shut up!"

"So.. what happened?"
"You.. umm.. fell down," the pirate guessed.
"Fainted.. she fainted!" the ogre punched his brother.
"Rather top-heavy if you ask me.."
"Excuse me?" PrincessMarri glared at the fat man in the tub.

"What about the missing children? Do you kill them?? are you going to kill me?!?!?"
"Jack.. dry Skunk off and remember to use that perfume oil Aunt Mary gave him for his birthday," Metal Tooth ordered, "and you miss princess.. follow me."

Reluctantly.. PrincessMarri followed the ugly ex-bandit downstairs..

It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, and Ted the Fisher said "tell me a story" and the story began. It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, when Kate the Brewer said "tell me a story" so the story began. It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, and Beans the Farmer said “tell me a story” so the story began. It was a Dark and Stormy night, and all of the settlers were sitting around the camp fire, and Pink the Baker said “tell me a story” and before the story could begin, Grimm the General pulled out the Ban hammer and ended this awful story.

The wind swirled around the brick courtyard. As golden leaves tumbled here and there,

drifting gusts meandered randomly around the mills, and past the bakery. No doubt,

the slithering tendrials were batting wisps of freshly baked bread into the mines to

the west. No doubt, that the miners were going to be ravenous. It was, therefore,

impairative that she get Aunt Irma's Baskets down to those hungry workers as soon as

possible.


The wind bit at her legs, moaning wickedly as she stumbled across a large, slick, red

cobblestone. She stumbled briefly as the weight of the baskets tugged her balance. As

she righted herself, she heard a noise in the wheatfield to the south...just yards

away! It was clearly the sound of a human walking through the wheat--yet the

wheatfield was void of all but tall, grainy stalks of wheat.


The wheat...it was, by far, the most valuable resource produced in her Ares 2 empire.

Many-a-outsider's had reason to sneak into sector 1 to steal just a single, viable

wheat grain! Some would say that it would be good if other Ares Islands would also

grow the fine wheat, but SabbyKat realized the importance of such a commodity...it

was used in building soldiers of all varieties, by way of the unique brew and the

fine stallions it produced! The brew wasn't a major source of income on it's own,

but it payed for its self at most harvests.


Yes...many would risk their very lives to obtain but a single grain...no doubt that

they would gladly risk the lives of others to meet that goal.


"MahruuoooOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooo!"

SabbyKat screeched, and dropped a basket as she slammed to a halt just outside the

wheatfield gate. Instinctively, she shifted her weight away from the solid thud, and

crackle of the reed basket smashing against the hard dirt path. Her balance was

further tested when the rest of the baskets she carried pulled against her and sent

her tumbling to the ground. Covered with fish sandwiches and dozens of smoked

sausages, she quickly crab-crawled away from the beast looming over her.

Her mind was boggled...her head started swimming...she gasped, and held her breath,

as the leg of the giant beast thundered to the ground in the exact space where her

body had just been. She heard the sound in the wheatfield again. This time, it was

louder, and was drawing closer, much faster than before.


Afraid to roll over and turn her back on the beast, fearing the 'invisible' human

racing towards her through the wheatfield, she crab-crawled side ways in the

direction of the Mayor's house. As she reached the fence, her invisible stalker

launched its self towards her from atop the wheatfield fence. She screamed as loud as

she could, as she grabbed the lower beam of the fence behind her and pulled her self

through. She felt something hard and solid smash down on her ankle just as her tummy

passed beneath the fence. She howled in agony, pulling her legs towards her body as

she looked up to view her attacker.


She froze in absolute disbelief at what stood before her! Her ankle throbbed and she

was unable to form any of the words that her mind was thrusting to her lips. She

blinked back tears...tears of fear? Of pain? Tears of a miracle?


"Eliot?" she whispered, breathless.


"Yes my Lady, it is I..Eliot. I right ought to get this 'ere cow back to it's pen

before it tramples ye ta death ma'am. Sorry 'bout your ankle, the wind gave me a push

when I jumped to grab ole' Betsy here." He tilted his head towards the huge beast

that had almost trampled her a moment before, as he patted Ole" Betsy on the head.


She stared at the 6 foot figure that stood before her. Wearing HER jeans, HER

flannel workshirt, HER old workboots...He stood there before her speaking to her as

if he were actually ALIVE! As if a scarecrow Could actually be alive...but there he

was, standing there--surely alive as she...Eliot...Alive?


Her ankle throbbed as her world faded to black...


Hesitantly, she awoke, heart pounding, drool oozing from her lips, she sat up and

wiped her mouth. Slowly, she got out of the bed and walked to the door, her bare feet

scuffling across the hardwood floor. Listening intently, she walked out of the room,

down the festively decorated hallway, and out the door, onto the front porch.

Just as she feared, the pinewood bench was empty--less for a few pieces of straw, and

the pair of old, broken spectacles she had once placed upon Eliot's fine, orange,

pumkinhead. She trembled in fear and anticipation! Her legs felt like rubber...she

thought she felt her soul melt a couple degrees. She turned back into the house.


She stumbled back to her computer and there...at the fence of the wheatfield stood

her Eliot...waving out at her from his new, pixelated world.

Squish sat quietly leaves gently rustling in the light October breeze.
Squish peered out across the field and shivered.
"do you remember last year"squeaked a nearby mouse.
Squish jumped and rustled his leaves "Last year i was a seeding"
"oh said" the mouse "that's right their were other just like you in this very field"
"Like me?"he queried nervously.
"Exactly like you and your friends, large orange and round in the October field "Mouse scurried closer.
"One a year in this patch becomes the pumpkin King"
"Pumpkin King? "said squash "what is a pumpkin king?"
"the fey visit and sprinkle candies near the pumpkins, children run in and collect the sweets , children
are almost as magical as fey their laughter fills the air and pumpkins grow bigger in those childrens eyes."
"Do you hear them Squish?"
"But i have no ears" said Squish
the mouse squeeked with laughter.
"Do you see them" said Mouse.
"I have no eyes" said squish
"what would you give to see the fey" said the mouse
"I have nothing"replied Squish.
the mouse climbed onto a vine and onto squishes leaves, would you give your Leaves for eyes..
squish though about being able to see the fey"Yes i would give my leaves"
"Then the leaves shall be my winter bed and you shall have eyes"
Squish felt a strange feeling as the mouse crawled down onto one side of him and started gnawing slowing at his orange skin.
very very slowly he could make out shapes and could see the little mouse.
"I can see" he shouted "I am so pleased"
"pleased then why not show it" said the mouse "a smile prehaps to show your glee"
"But i have no mouth"squished sighed.
"a mouth you shall have my orange friend"mouse set to work nibbling and scratching till a mouth formed on squishes face.
"and for your magical day of days a nose to smell what comes you way"

Squish felt different he could not tell why he could see the field all bleak and bare dotted with his kin
but now he knew what had occured He was to be the pumpkin king.
They fey arrived and in due course did place many candies at his base.
The children came and it was true their magic was as thrilling as the fey had been.
The little mouse had hidden from view. When the dawn was breaking out she scurried
"its time to go now squish you must hurry for if you tarry here to long a fate awaits you that is wrong."
'But where will i go and what shall i do mouse what happens to the others that i see"
Their fate are sealed i cannot lie most of them will be pumpkin pie"
squish rustled and did hurry towards the waning moon and in a flash he vanished with a howl .Mouse nodded "a new pumpkinking this night i made and for many years will he ride" as she turned into a jet black horse and trotted to the same spot as squish had vanished to join her new pumpkin king master.

one holloween one spooky night one seltter come true with his sword in site seen one ghost he saw with his site thrill the ghost as he kill with hit mit when he put his sword away he seen a pumpkin in site the settler saw o boy how can i put this right so he put a face with a spooky fright the sellter saw he had joy o will he mit

here is a short tale of the witch of the swamp,
night after night wheat fields she would stomp,
the settlers never knew the ryme or reason,
but they noticed it was a lot worse this season,
rumors at the tavern were getting rather scarey,
tales of the witch being shacked up with wild marry,
fishermen talking of pirate ships near by,
they only drink brew and why would they lie,
the worst rumor being spread is disturbing at least,
wild marry and the witch being knocked up by a dark priest,
im not sure why they give them such labels,
shes gathering the wheat for my stable,
ohh, the names the settlers call them with fear in there eyes,
it dont bother marry or the witch cause we got a surprise,
cause tonite at the tavern there is more than brew to serve,
all the fine settlers get first 3 rounds free as they deserve,
so grab a tall glass and enjoy the first batch of pumkin ale,
i wont mention the secret ingredient comes from beneath a horses tale.

The men of the town were disappearing. Prominent city members amongst them, no one seemed to be safe. Ever since hallows eve a cold mist had settled on the town and the night was dark and still as the grave. Reports of a mysterious rider, galloping through the night begin surfacing, but none could say who or where he came from or where he would go. As mysteriously as he appeared he'd vanish into the night and with the coming of morning not a sign could be found of him and one more settler would be unaccounted for.

A call went out to all towns and cities in the county for someone to come and solve the mystery. Many came but none were successful in tracking the culprit. Indeed many would be saviours suffered the same fate and simply vanished into the night not to be seen or heard from again.

One day a young man by the name of Eliot came to town pledging his services. He was a thin gaunt looking young man with a funny face and disposition. Many towns people laughed and said he had a face like a jack o lantern. He did, however, have impecable credentials and was schooled in the science of forensic investigation and the towns people reluctantly accepted his offer of help and in exchange gave him room and board at the local tavern.

After settling in and setting up his equipment Eliot begins interviewing the towns people. Some say the town has been cursed by the natives of the land. Others suspect bandits from another township or those from across the border for the abductions. Some even talk of a cult which had corrupted the mayor and his advisors and was slowly taking over the town to serve their own nefarious needs. Not seeming to make any progress Eliot decides to walk into town accompanied by Zeus the local sherif and Katealyst the mayors daughter, who is more than happy to help.

He tours the local shops. The butchers, the baker, the fish monger, the local provisions house, the new school. It all looks like every other town he has visited, with the exception of a local pumpkin patch that has a rather creepy looking scare crow. The local trade office is busy with merchants coming and going and errand boys running about on their masters bidding. The local barracks is stocked with beer and weapons and the men making merry in the mess hall seem in good spirits despite the recent disappearances. All would seem normal if it wasn't for the sorrowful faces of the women who's men had vanished into the night.

Returning to his lodging, Eliot with the help of Zeus and Katealyst begin plotting on a map the places where settles had been reported missing. Looking at the map they seem to be centered around a bridge on the North East side of the town and leading into a densely wooded area untouched by logging or any other human activity. Saddling his horse and with Zeus and Katealyst at his side they ride to the bridge.

Upon inspection the bridge seems like any other and in the afternoon sun it seems almost pleasant a good spot for a sandwich and drink. No sign of the missing settlers and none of the mysterious rider. The sun begins to set and a cold myst begins to wind its way down the river and engulf the bridge and surrounding fields. Darkness begins to encompass the group and Katealyst advises that they get back into town before it gets to dark to see. Zeus agrees and remounts his horse.

Suddenly the sound of galloping hoof beets can be heard and in an instand a rider bears down upon them out of the myst and onto the bridge. He is dressed all in black with a large flowing cloak and carries a giant scythe. The visage of a grim reaper, but surely not for he is only a fable told to children at bedtime and used by wives to keep their husbands home after dark.

Zeus draws his sword shouts to Katealyst and Eliot to go to town for help and charges at the menacing apparition advancing across the bridge. Katealyst and Eliot run to their horses and flee back towards town. The sounds of clashing steel and horses snorting and whinnying is heard, and as Eliot and Katealyst near town, slowly dies.

Zeus doesn't return to town and no sign of him is found. A curfew is imposed and no one is allowed near the North East bridge and surrounding forests. The priests begin working on a spell to bring permanent daylight to the land. And those who remain are left to wonder about this dark riders intentions. Some now believe the "Reaper" is raising a dark army, to what end no one can say. Eliot continues his work in town with the help of Katealyst and hopes that he can find someway to rid the town of the curse of the Grim Reaper. Whether he is successful only time will tell.

In the greenest of our valleys
By good angels tenanted,
Once a fair and stately palace -
Radiant palace - reared its head.
In the monarch Thought's dominion -
It stood there!
Never seraph spread a pinion
Over fabric half so fair!
Banners yellow, glorious, golden,
On its roof did float and flow,
(This - all this - was in the olden
Time long ago,)
And every gentle air that dallied,
In that sweet day,
Along the ramparts plumed and pallid,
A wingèd odor went away.

Wanderers in that happy valley,
Through two luminous windows, saw
Spirits moving musically,
To a lute's well-tunèd law,
Round about a throne where, sitting
(Porphyrogene!)
In state his glory well befitting,
The ruler of the realm was seen.

And all with pearl and ruby glowing
Was the fair palace-door,
Through which came flowing, flowing, flowing,
And sparkling evermore,
A troop of Echoes, whose sweet duty
Was but to sing,
In voices of surpassing beauty,
The wit and wisdom of their king.

But evil things, in robes of sorrow,
Assailed the monarch's high estate.
(Ah, let us mourn! - for never morrow
Shall dawn upon him desolate!)
And round about his home, the glory
That blushed and bloomed
Is but dim-remembered story
Of the old time entombed.

And travellers now, within that valley,
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms, that move fantastically
To a discordant melody,
While, like a ghastly rapid river,
Through the pale door
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh - but smile no more.

The settlers online there must be a sign
Oh look at the time. Ghosts and ghouls Rome the night what a fright. Its dark
And its time to mark our territory with a
Terrifying shark. Werewolves wander the
Night and in the dark bark. They say there bark is worse than there bite but
I wonder what a sight. So lets take flight
And see the night and see the ghouls that are cool.


By:Eric044

cool

A Bad Scare

Mayor Eliot peered out the open door of the town hall, searching for his arriving guests. It was Halloween, and he was giving a party. All his settler friends and neighbors were invited.

Was it his imagination, or was it darker than usual? The stench from the pumpkin cemetary, like rotting flesh, seemed stronger, too, but Eliot didn't mind. He had got used to it and besides, he had harvested some huge orange pumpkins from it. In fact, he had taken the largest and carved it to look like One-Eyed Bert, and placed it on the doorstep to frighten any who might pass by.

Eliot jumped as he noticed dark shapes slinking through his pumpkin field. Shadowsneakers! And wolves were howling just beyond the nearest farm. He quickly slammed the door shut, hoping his friends would arrive soon and safely. He hoped the pretty girl who worked in the bakery would come as a riding Amazon. She would look great in that costume.

There was a knock at the door, and Eliot opened it to greet his first guest. She was dressed up as the witch of the swamp.

"Wow!" said Eliot. "Great costume! You look like the real thing!" His guest cackled. She even sounded like the real thing. Eliot was dying to know who it was, but it had been decided no one would disclose their identity until midnight.

He took his guest to the cellar, which he had decorated for the party. There was a table full of goodies: delicious sausages from the butcher, dainty pastries and tasty breads from the baker, and plenty of solid sandwiches. He even had a huge keg of brew waiting.

"Let me offer you some refreshment," Eliot said, opening the tap on the keg and letting the golden liquid flow into a glass. "In fact, I think I'll have one myself."

The witch mumbled something he couldn't hear.

"Happy Halloween!" he said, raising the glass to his lips.

Suddenly he shrieked. "My head! It feels like it's on fire!" He clapped a hand to his head and as quickly yanked it away again. It was burned!

His guest was laughing- cackling, rather. "Trick or treat!" she said. "The trick is, I cast a spell on your treat. That's what you get for sending your soldiers to kill me. You didn't really think they succeeded, did you? Hahahahaha!"

To his horror, Eliot realized he had let in the real witch. He caught a glimpse of his reflection in the dark window, and saw that his head had been turned into a jack'o'lantern. Oh no! What was he going to do?

More knocks sounded at the door, and Eliot stumbled up the stairs to see who it might be. Several of his friends were waiting on the doorstep, anxiously

looking around them. He recognized the woodcutter, the coal miner and Anna, the baker's helper, who unfortunately was dressed up as a nurse and not as

a riding Amazon. However he had more important things on his mind.

As he let his guest in, the witch flew out, still cackling. Eliot told his friends what had happened and they tried to think how to solve the problem. None of them would come to close to him, however, for fear they might catch on fire.

"Maybe some water from the well?" suggested the woodcutter.

"That would put out the candle, but what about my poor head?" answered Eliot.

Anna came as close as she dared, and blew strongly into his mouth. The candle went out.

"That's a little better," Eliot said, "but I still have a pumpkin for a head. And not a handsome face, either."

Suddenly Anna had an idea. "What about a really bright light?" she said. "If it can take away a darkness spell, maybe it can take away this one too."

She raced off to the provision house to get one. Luckily the provision house was right next door, so she was back in no time. She shone it on Eliot's pumpkin head. There was a shrieking sound, like demons screaming in pain, then the pumpkin head broke into pieces and fell on the floor. Eliot's head was still there, a little blackened, but otherwise normal.

"You're a great nurse, Anna!" Eliot said, hugging her.

"OK everyone, party's on- but don't drink the brew!

We don't want to go through this again!"

The time is short, the time is near
When good little settlers huddle in fear
Their torches are lit, their doors are boarded
If their courage grows they shall be rewarded!

For out in their island, out in their world
Pumpkins are growing an opportunity unfurld
Rare and valued, a magical treat
can be used to build schools, oh nice what a feat!

Silos and buffs, a general and myers
He will scare your recruits post haste light the fires!
productivity is booming, and now the lights are out
Make a light buff, to the mayors house you shout!

Soon the event will be over, and the scary music will stop
Time is running out, quick get to the shop
For to get that super fast general, the ruins and the school
Another year must pass, before we welcome back Eliot the ghoul

Thankyou for reading, I hope you liked my ryme
I did it during Dark priests, a whittle of my time
But to be honest I didnt do it for you
I did it for the gems! and to kill some time too.

I closed the door, engaged the latch
to keep me safe from the pumpkin patch
But when I lay me down to bed
through the window flew a pumpkin and hit me on the head
But then I woke up to see that I was fine
twas just a dream of the settlers online

Our farm is on the outskirts of the island. It was the last week before all hallowed's eve and it was our pumpkin harvest time. Strange things were afoot as our patch had grown more in the past few days than through the growing season. Strange fogs would appear at night, and linger through most of the day. The dogs would bark on and off, and our eyes would play tricks that figures were moving within our patch.

We picked our Pumpkins on the 24th, as the village awaited for our famous sized deep rich colored pumpkins. When we awoke to harvest our bounty, laughter could be heard from the patch. Covered by the thickest fog we have ever seen, we were unable to even to lead the dogs into the patch with us. As we entered we heard movement in every direction, but unable to see beyond our own outstretched hands, no figures could ever be seen.

I came upon the first pumpkin. Its size was larger than any pumpkin we had ever grown. I had not remembered it being an unusual size even two weeks previous, but being happy with its growth I went to cut it from its vine. the pumpkin was already cut from the vine. Not only had it been cut but it had been carved on the outside. I would have been angry, but the carving was artwork. It was that of a face that had been terrified. That should have scared me, but all I could think of was the extra coin or trade our family would get for such a pumpkin.

I called my wife over. She was just as amazed, but much more afraid than I. She had always been the smart one. We ventured into the patch together this time, and the next of our pumpkins were even larger. A laugh could be heard, yet direction in the fog made it impossible to determine direction. Looking down upon the enormous gourd, it too had been carved. This carving was that of a witch on a broomstick. My wife and I continued to be as excited as we were scared. For the rest of the morning despite the fog and strange noises we continued our foraging. 100 hundred pumkins a third of them carved, twice the amount we had planted. Our bounty would see us prosperous through the winter.

A man suddenly appeared, his face shrouded in a cape and scarf. "This holiday be a happy hallowed's eve for ye. I give and I taketh away. For your good deeds this year I giveth, but remember to those who do wrong in this world tricks come them, and nasty tricks they be." Laughing he mounted a large pitch black steed, and rode away like the wind. The fog almost instantly lifted. The children had watched from the front window, and were afraid to come out of the house. After much coaxing, we were able to get them out for our long ride to the village.

"Who was that father?", asked my oldest. I replied, "I know not my child, but beware that if ye wants to stay on his good side, one must behave ones self thoughout the year." In town we told our tale, yet none of the townsfolk would believe our tale. It did however bring even more attention to our beautiful pumpins all of which were sold that very day. So beware of the unknown hallowed eve's ghost, and if you should meet pray you have been a good sole at that time. I can only imagine what would happen if one was not.

When You Left the Island of Pirates
by Chellearia

When you left the Island of Pirates, it was not because you were scared. You were just thinking of protecting your family. Three children is a responsibility you take seriously, especially since your father was rarely home once he became a general, bent on finding your mother who had turned pirate. He never could forgive her. You wish he had become a baker.

Stormy seas have brought you and your family to a small island with nine districts, independent and free of pirates or bandits. The bread is plain, but sustaining, if a bit dry. The residence is a large noble home, green-roofed and elegant, fitting ten families.

The first day, you are instructed to tend a well while your wife joins a copper mine and your children are put to work in the pumpkin patches. You are concerned at first about the witch tending the cauldron in the pumpkin patch, but the children say she’s funny, cackling jokes while they wait for the pumpkins. Plus they eat even better meals than you—baskets full of fish and sausage, in addition to the bread. You would be jealous if you were not so grateful that they can grow strong on an independent island.

When your well runs dry, you go to the Mayor’s house and stand in the doorway. The three lines leading to the Mayor vary greatly. One is raucous and joyous, men and women passing brew to one another; and after bread and water all day, the brew is inviting. The second line is full of people who look dirty and gritty, like your wife at the end of a workday. The third line is full of new settlers, a rough-looking group of bandits, cursing and joking. Is that blood on that woman’s tunic?

Now you must choose a line. If you choose the first line, go to paragraph A; if you choose the second, paragraph B; the third, paragraph C.


A: The brew was too tempting and turns out to be a frothy weissbier, reminding you of your mother’s as a kid. When the mayor tells your line to go through the back and follow the man on the black horse, you hesitate only long enough to finish your draught of brew. But when you see the tall cloaked figure handing you some bronze swords and telling you that your group leaves for battle in 25 minutes, you realize the foolishness of your decision. Within forty-five minutes you have followed the Grim Reaper back to the Island of Pirates. You are now another sacrifice to the never-ending battle between pirates and freedom.

B. You know your wife’s work is good and that she occasionally receives extra food. But as the mayor directs your group to follow a man on horseback, you realize you know the man. Everyone in your group is led to horses and is told to learn to ride quickly, the ship leaves in a couple of hours. You panic, trying to get the attention of the man on horseback, but he leaves quickly. You do not see him again until the ship arrives on a familiar island, the Island of Pirates. Your panic is unquenchable as you follow your father into battle against your mother, an unwilling pawn in their struggle. Today your father will finally be satisfied; however, he will never know at what cost.

C. You suspect the brew-carrying crew to be headed toward the barracks, and you’re not interested in working in the mines. So you decide to try your luck with the newcomers. You head down a underground passage, dingy and gray with cobwebs, yet you can tell the dirt floor is well-trodden. When you come out of the tunnel, a man yells to your group to start training with the bows he throws at your feet. A couple of hours later you are on a ship, hoping your wife is well and realizing you may never see your children again, for your training did not go well. You gasp as you see the familiar shoreline of the Island of Pirates. Yet a greater surprise overcomes you as you see your wife marching ahead of you in a recruit’s uniform. Her life is in your poorly-trained hands. As the trumpets sound, your aim is false and tears turn your wife’s falling body into a last watery vision before you too fall, once again a victim of the pirates.

Bob acted like a normal hardworking settler but he had a terrible secret. Bob only showed his true self on Halloween night. Every Halloween, he turned into a terrible monster and searched for his next victim. Tim was Bob's best friend but did not know his secret. Bob and Tim loved Halloween because they got a day off work. Bob worked at the pumpkin fields and Tim worked at the sawmill. Some settlers claimed they were sick the day before Halloween to have an extra day to decorate. Bob was one of those people. Tim on the other hand thought it was terrible to do that. On Halloween Bob was home until he turned into that terrible monster. At that time, he got on his horse and rode into the dark woods. The screams that night lingered in the black sky and Tim decided to go over to Bob's house to see if he was ready to go to the island Halloween party. He walked over to Bob's house and noticed the back door was wide open and the horse was gone. Tim walked through the front door to find pumpkin heads sitting all around with greedy looking eyes that stared right at him. He walked past the pumpkins slowly and soon noticed the eyes followed him. He thought to himself that if he kept going he would find Bob. Tim walked out the back door searching for Bob and all of a sudden he heard a loud noise coming from the woods behind Bob's house. Tim walked toward the woods to find a headless horseman holding a sword. The horse turned toward Tim and charged. Tim had no time to get out of the raging horse's path. At the spot where Tim had been standing was a pumpkin head with greedy looking eyes just like the one he had seen in Bob's house. Tim's disappearance is still a mystery to the other settlers. Bob still roams the woods selecting one victim every Halloween night.

Mr. Myers, Mr. Myers!
Will you heed my call?
The witches of the swamp are asking for a pumpkin ball.
Shadowsneakers dance with Cavalry as Cultists prank Recruits.
If we don't have high numbers, troops will be shaking in their boots!
The Bowman fear the Dark High Priests whose lightening bolts hold death,
but the General says this season auras just eat pie and jest.

We need more recruits, militia and the help of some veterans
Mr. Myers, Mr. Myers!
Can we be best friends?

I'm not a writer but here is my attempt;

On the halloween day, there was something strange happening in the Settlers village. Old Tom the Hunter went out to do his usual hunting when he saw a strange creature running between the trees. This "strange" creature was running on two legs and had no tail, but it looked very "meaty" so he couldn't figure out what it could be. He asked his brother The Bounty Hunter, but he had no clue. He also asked all of his Old Friends, but they couldn't answer his question either. He even went to ask Dark Priest in the nearest church without any luck, so he decided to visit the Witch of the Swamp, cause she is known for being able to answer all sorts of questions. Before he left, he asked his sister Wild Mary to look after his farm and off he went on the Horseback to the Island of The Pirates where Witch was visiting her Sons of the Veld. Unfortunately on the way to the Island he accidentally walked right into the Bandit nest where all Outlaws and Traitors lived. They attacked him and put him in the prison. Poor Old Tom, he was very sad and shaky and promised himself if he ever gets out alive, he won't be Stealing from The Rich anymore and be a model citizen. Just when he was thinking that, he heard a lots of noise. When he looked out of his window he saw Surprise Attack on the camp by The Black Knights form The Dark Brotherhood and a big smile lightened up his face. He knew he was safe. After he thanked his saviours, he continued oh his journey. When he finally got to the island there was only the Victor the Victorious, the father of the sons trying to tame a Roaring Bull he just caught. When he asked about the Witch, Victor told him she already went back to the Swamp and she didn't have a clue what the creature was, because earlier that day The Nords came by asking the same question. So he returned home just when the sun was going down. He decided that Halloween night would be the perfect time to go and hunt the creature down. So he took his gun and lots of Gunpowder and went to his usual spot. He was waiting for a while when he finally saw the creature. He was just about to pull the trigger when he recognized the creature. He couldn't believe his eyes. It was Lady Gaga in her meat costume! He was happy and relieved at the same time and started to run towards frightened Lady Gaga. After he hugged her and explained how she scared the whole village, she was happy to tell him her story. She said it was a result of Secluded Experiments and only Motherly Love can save her and make her look like a regular person again. So please if you see Lady Gaga's mom, tell her that only she can save her!
The End!


Thanx for reading

Our story starts at the isle of Happiness. Storms rolled in, carrying a thick fog covering everything. They were going to every Island and wrecking havoc on everyone. Many were not able to escape their wraith. Even in daylight, it was like night. You needed a magic flame to see through the fog. Mo the town lighter, went to every light post, he had magic within him, blowing the flame alive with magic. Piercing cries filled the air. All villagers ran to the Farms; to see what Locke was seeing- the wheat fields dieing before their very eyes. Adam, our well man ran to see if the water was gone as well but what they found astonished them- what was once crystal clear water, ran red with blood.
Coming through the fog approached two people, the King and his son the Prince's of Darkness. Laughing at their astonished faces of the villagers as they watched at everything they worked so hard for became nothing. It was all gone, nothing could be saved. The villagers saw what they looked like. The King, scarred from endless battles; the Prince half of his face was black, eyes glowing red. The villagers had heard of them before from their grandparents but only assumed the tales of the King of Darkness was a myth.
All the villagers’ gathered in the Town Hall. Hidden within the Town Hall was a basement, only the village elders knew in the basement there was a hidden door in the wall. Behind this wall, was a magic room. The room was filled with 5 Silos’ containing emergency wheat and water concealed by magic. The Prince of Darkness could not see them, the magic that hid them was good magic.
The town elders, knowing the myths and fearing for the children‘s safety, they all came together to build a special home where all the children of the island could stay there and be safe, hidden. Magic bars reinforced the walls. The elders, summoned up the Princess of Courage to keep watch over the children. Their bad magic could not find the hidden children nor the room within the basement.
The King said he would give them a week to complete the tasks he wanted and he would leave. The King and the Prince, went house to house and scoured what little gold, jewels and gems they could collect. It did not seem to satisfy the King. Growing angrier and ever more outraged that we could not satisfy his needs. Fearing ever more for the safety of everyone on the island, we sent our best ship Captain Eliot to find a new land for all of us. We all met in the Town Hall, barred the doors with magic and hid from the Prince and the King.
The villagers all gathered together and believed that maybe if they fought them, they would go away. What they did not expect was the King could read their thoughts. He yelled “ If you fight me, you will all die.” “But I did not want that, he yelled”. “I want this land, and all of you will be my subjects.” Knowing the myths, the Elders, join into a secret council and planned a way to leave the island. Eliot, our beloved Captain, offered to set out and discover a land where no darkness nor bad magic could ever control the land.
One brave man Eliot, his business was in shipping, trade and transporting goods through out the whole of Yeslekssim Country. Eliot set off on his ship White Cloud. His ship was magic, how the name came to be was, the ship rested on Cloud’s, blowing the wind in whatever direction he aimed his ship. Some thought he would never return, some had hope he would. To them is seemed like two whole months had passed when in fact 1 week had gone by. It took another two days for Eliot to come back and felt his ship anchored off the coast and slipped in his row boat to row to shore to tell all his people that he had found a new land. With good magic in bedded throughout the land. The land was fertile, the water clearer than their water had been before they came. It took 5 trips to bring all his people to their new land.
The villagers gave Eliot a surprise party and everyone nominated him as their new Town Mayor and the council asked him to join the Elders. Realizing that the villagers of the Isle of Happiness had disappeared the King and his son moved to another island to wreck havoc. Now all are schooled in the ways of magic to ensure the people’s safety. Once all had learned the arts of magic, the island yeslekssim grew so powerful the people flourished and everything became endless. Nothing would ever run out again. The island become so powerful that the surrounding Island’s became protected too and none have to experience the dread that the Isle of Happiness went through. All are happy, safe and filled with wonderful magic.

i did not post this at 2:12 am. It was posted yesterday around 6:30pm. I dont know why it says today @ 2:12am. But never mind.

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by xyeslekssimx

i did not post this at 2:12 am. It was posted yesterday around 6:30pm. I dont know why it says today @ 2:12am. But never mind.

---

i know - the whole thing is effed up. i had been working on a story for a couple of hours and at 15:03 PST it was posted that the competition had ended. Oh, how i love wasted time...

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by Scouser

i know - the whole thing is effed up. i had been working on a story for a couple of hours and at 15:03 PST it was posted that the competition had ended. Oh, how i love wasted time...

---

nevermind. i saw that BB_Kate had mentioned that the closing of the contest was a mistake. *anger abated*

Quote:

---

Originally Posted by xyeslekssimx

i did not post this at 2:12 am. It was posted yesterday around 6:30pm. I dont know why it says today @ 2:12am. But never mind.

---

In your forum profile set your time zone

MEET ELIOT

The Book of Eliot contains but one sentence; that one sentence is a declaration:

"Thou Shalt Not Diddle Pumpkins".

Eliot, it must be stated, is not one to judge his fellow settlers. His warning is not a condemnation of those who "diddle" inanimate objects (such as squash, surgically-enhanced women, etc…). It is, rather, meant to be a warning against unintended consequences and a warning against bringing unnatural beings like himself into the world.

It all started in the Great Pumpkin Craze of 1977…

One morning in the fall of that memorable year, settlers across the Zeustopian plain awoke to a cacophony consisting of crones cackling, crows cawing, bells clanging and demonic Gregorian-esque chants raining down on them from an increasingly darkening sky. This drastic change in atmosphere was enjoyed by all…at first. Each settler had his/her own way of dealing with the repetitious waves of ferocious festivity: some made their way to what is now known as Suicide Lake and drove icepicks into their ears; some turned to mind-altering substances such as squasheroin [squasheroin is made from pumpkin guts and pummeled pumpkin seeds. It is heated in a shovel, drawn into a syringe, and injected into the veins of the addict. This is why people pay 8 gold coins per pumpkin each halloween]; and some trolled the nearby forests in hopes of stumbling upon the fabled atmosphere-muting Note Button.

Wilbur Worthington was one of those poor souls who turned to squasheroin. He spent his evenings raiding any and all nearby pumpkin patches, searching for his next fix. One night he came across a Noble Pumpkin Patch, and expressed his joy at finding such by "squashing up". As he lay motionless upon a bed of pumpkin goo and broken dreams, staring at the sky in apathy, a comely lass materialized in his limited field of blurred vision and danced the Dance of Seduction. In a haze, he muttered something along the lines of, "Color me seduced," and was instantly ashamed of how creepy he sounded.

And Wilbur slept.

He awoke in his mansion and lamented the fact that he didn't even know the name of his seductress. He didn't even know if it was real. Was it all a dream…?

Several days passed.

Several months passed.

He received a letter in the post one evening. The letter read, simply, "Meet Eliot", and contained a photograph. The photograph stopped his heart. Wilbur Worthington fell lifeless into his soup.







After several years of searching for the aforementioned photograph, the author, your lovable Uncle Scouser, finally came across a long lost relative of Wilbur's estranged wife. That relative (whom everyone knows as sillychic) has granted permission for the photograph to be posted within this thread. Thank you, sillychic.









Meet Eliot.
http://up2randomthoughts.files.wordp...irth.jpg?w=595

I earned a Grim Reaper
from farming the patches.
I even got silos
for trading in batches.

But my plans to build a school
were wholly defeated:
The [System] said: A Pumpkins deposit
has become depleted.

So now with just 10 minutes
left in the day,
I wonder if the Christmas event
will provide more yay!

The stairs groaned supporting the weight of the large ogre man PrincessMarri followed. They didn't stop at the first floor.. down one more level.. two levels.. Finally they reached an ornate wooden door.

"We don't live up top because the spookiness is the only thing that keeps people away," he whispered as he unlocked the door. "But down here.. we can be ourselves!"

What PrincessMarri saw next completely surprised her. A hundred candles lit up a huge banquet room two-hundred feet long. Stone columns supported arches that reached up to three grand chandeliers. Along the sides large wine cellars had been retrofitted into.. bunk bed dorm rooms? PEOPLE.. she suddenly realized there were people in the room.. people in the basement of a haunted house, and they weren't scared!

"Hey who are you?" one poked.
"Look! a new girl! kind of older than usual.." another yelled out.

PrincessMarri was suddenly surrounded by a huge crowd of kids.. being pulled into a sort of circus room with lights and guitar music.. drumming, not to the guitar's rhythm.. and GAMES! lots of games. board games, hopscotch, jump ropes, darts, and wrestling matches.. and FOOD! first she smelled fresh baked cookies, then she saw at the end of the great hall was a table of bread loaves, fruit, fish and jerky.

"This is amAZing!" she blurted out.
"You see.. every once in a while, a courageous kid walks into our house," the ogre smiled, "But then they realize that its more fun being here than with their parents!"

With that the children pulled her hand in five different directions and she was off! She had never had soo much fun, eaten soo much food, played soo many games! After what must have been an hour of twirling about playing and laughing, two boys about twelve years-old tugged on PrincessMarri's shirt.

"I'm Ron!" "I'm Jon!" "Would you like some coffee?"
"Do I ever!!" PrincessMarri tasted the best bittersweet brew she had every experienced. "Where did you get this?!"
"Over here, we made it!"

They led her over to another room where there was a large iron contraption over a fire.

"It's custom crafted.. the only one in the kingdom," Ron boasted with a broad smile.
"Makes us stay up ALL night!" Jon chimed in over Ron's shoulder.
"That's what I would worry about!" PrincessMarri chided.

To the left of the iron coffee maker and in the center of the room was a large painting—a portrait of a man, two women and four kids, the man was holding a cat in one hand and a woman's hand in the other. The woman by herself was dressed in black and was holding the leash to a mean-looking dog. The title below read "Our Family."

Suddenly thinking of her own family.. and friends.. PrincessMarri began to make her way toward the door.

"Wow hmm.. so well its about time I leave.."
"Hahaha.. you're so funny!" yelled one of the children following her.
"No really I should leave.. my friends are.."
"You can't leave now.." interrupted the ogre, chuckling.
"No really I must!"
"No, really, you can't!" said another child, almost squeaking.

PrincessMarri suddenly felt the hundreds of eyes looking at her again, this time trapping her in! They were blocking the exit. She was outnumbered.

"Hey.. listen.. you guys are really awesome but I really do have to go!" PrincessMarri started to panic.
"You CAN'T leave," the children chanted in unison, "YOU CAN'T LEAVE!!"


____
contest is over..
if you want the last chapter send me a message.

T he story's told of long ago about a game best ever
H ow can I blame you that you spend more time with wild mary and sir robin, instead your wife
E nd of the adventures I dream and dream and dream for witch towers, black castle (i can take even pink castle)

S o if it would have ended that way even i wont win smile on you, you smile on me
E lite soldiers stay calm even your Recruits can take all splash damage from bandits
T o realize what good game really means not what they want you to spend money for it
T o find that one game that will turn my whole leisure time around
L ife is nothing but dreams, live life to the fullest, making good and bad decisions
E nd of the events i dream and dream and dream for winning gemssssssss
R ip my heart out and stomp on it, It’s okay if it makes you happy dont let me win this event :)
S oon, the game who first had the dream was pushed aside, was shot and being forgotten for TSO



O f course VoV,SotV,BK,ML,SE must be tough,of course they challenge your army, of course they hard to finish,and most definitely brutal to finish.
N ow iron did make the militias so strong and steel did make soldiers unbeatable
L ove my guild, friends, island and BBs with my hold heart.
I dream about the impossible to leveling up to 50 and all my buildings leveled up to 5
N othing compared to this game's beauty, joy, and creativity
E nd of the my poem just last thing i can say I LOVE THIS GAME


maddusa

"I bid you well, folks far and near
"Settlers on our island dear"
A skip and a tip, 'though he had no hat,
A flourish, a bow, a light leap o'er a cat.
"Rise up! Rise up! Let us shout! Let us cheer!
"It's Halloween eve. Halloween's almost here! Hear hear! Hear hear!"
Elliot! Elliot! Hurrah! Hurray!
Tell us more! Tell us more of Halloween day
And the night before when "evil" does play.
He tumble-rolled and sprang to his feet,
Cartwheeled to a porch and there took a seat.

Tells us, oh tell us, 'bout pumpkin pies
And jack-o-lanterns with scary eyes!
And the wicked priests who come to yield
Up their prayers o're there, right there, in the pumpkin field.
That story gives me a shiver, no doubt, no doubt
But that's half the fun - you better look out!
And those who, at that, glanced over to look
At the pumpkin field saw only pumpkins - round, ready-to-cook.

And the pumpkin man - don't leave him out
He's my favorite, the scariest, a lad did shout.
Elliot told and he told while the eve'n did run
And they laughed and they laughed knowing all was in fun.
And the pumpkins lay there, still warm from the sun.

Finally Elliot stood, brushing off his behind, said I've pumpkin seeds roasting
We've a party tonight, I'll be there, so will you, for toasting and boasting.

Walking home, a bit later, with her pa, Alice Grace
Clung to his trousers, breaking his pace.
"Hey now little muffin you can't ride my leg
"We've too far to go and you've gotten to big."
"I don't like that man papa," Alice Grace said with a frown.
"What's that? You mean Elliot? But he's just the town clown!"
"I'd think you would like him. He's not fair of face
"But he was here when we got here and taught us this place.
"He taught us especially where each thing would grow.
"We'd never have thought to plant pumpkins, that's so -
"'though his knowledge elsewhere is surprisingly shallow.
"His head is quite large, his complexion's quite sallow
"Really more orange than red is his hair. It's a study!"
"But if you ever need anything, he's there; he's your buddy."
"Still," Alice Grace looked up and said in low tones,
"I like stories 'bout princesses not pumpkins on bones!"
He ruffled her hair and he tossed her up high.
"You'll have fun there tonight. You'll see. So will I."

Cymbals and noise-making crackers and poppers
Blind bluffing players and three legged hoppers
Ciders and spices and pumpkin dishes all sorts
Oldsters pipe smoking and pumpkin bomb forts
And Elliot leading the games every one
Ensuring that all and every has fun
In his high stepping boots with a sword at his side
And a deftly carved pumpkin with his head there inside.
"Who wants to toss pumpkins and see them go splat?
"Who wants to race o'er them; tripping on one too fat?
"If the Pumpkin Master says it, that's me yes-siree,
"You've got to go do it before I can count three!"

At a quarter to midnight with all running riot
Elliot sat in a shadow, just sitting there quiet.
"Hoy, Elliot there! Man, what's the matter?"
Said farmer McGrudder, "Have you run out of patter?"
"Come sit here beside me, McGruder my friend.
"I'm thinking it's time these festivities end.
"I've been having dreams of peculiar sort
"That the stories I've told might just not be for sport
"Like dim memories I've lived and now dream
"And whispering voices I hear 'til I scream.
"I'm hearing them now, I think, do you hear them?
"I don't understand them but I really do fear them."
"Baugh! Whispers and dreams! There'd be nothing ruder
"Than stopping this party or my name ain't McGrudder!"
Elliot forced out a chuckle and slapped on his knee
"Of course, friend McGrudder, that's how it must be.
"I'm off to the cellar to get some more brew!
"I'm off to the cellar to get some more brew!"

Down in that cellar with her friend Mary Margret Magrew
Little Alice Grace was making mud pies with that very brew.
If their fathers could see them they'd be apoplectic
And wash out their mouths with a nasty antiseptic.
So when the cellar door opened they hid, at the back,
As Elliot came down and coughed with a hack;
Then moaned and bent over holding his head
Well, the pumpkin upon it, of course, in its stead.
He sat down with a thump on the bottom most stair
Writhing and kicking about everywhere.
Then straining to pull off his pumpkin head screaming
He stood with his pumpkin eyes now brilliantly beaming.
He staggered about throwing limbs that way and this
With his screams dieing down to a whimpering hiss.
Then with legs apart shaking he started to still
And after a moment, turned, walking out with a will.
Mary and Alice sat frozen with eyes wide as owls
Then turned to each other, whimpers turning to howls.

"Come everybody it is almost time.
"To the pumpkin patch all, we'll chant out a rhyme
"To raise up the stories I've told you about
"It'll all be great fun - of that have no doubt."
"Look momma at Elliot. His face is now glowing."
"Of course, he's the pumpkin man! She winked all knowing."
"Where's Alice Grace?" said her ma; said her pa, "Don't worry she's good."
And Alice Grace watched them from deep in the wood.

"Hey Meesh! Did you have the coders prank my system again?" Katealyst called out.
"My population just went to zero."
"Hey, it wasn't me." protested Meesherbeans.
"Well take a look at this then."
"What's that Kate? Zoom in."
"It looks like a huge pumpkin graveyard. And there is another over there.
"Meesh, look at that. The pumpkins have vines - and they are growing."
"Wow, Kate you must have hooked into some coder's experimental server."
"The URL says I'm on the Zeus server. I suppose Andy could have spoofed it.
"He's always trying to get my attention. Whoa, look at that! It looks like he's
experimenting with 3D. Those vines almost look like they are coming out of
the screen."
Leaning on Kate's shoulder Meesherbeans reaches out toward the screen. His
grip on Kate's shoulder suddenly tightens as he is washed with vertigo - the
direction of the screen suddenly seeming to be down as he feels a light touch
of rough vines on his finger.

"I don't know what happened." said the Ubi spokesman to the detective with his
notepad out. "I mean, I hear that Meesher, Meesherbeans, - I know that isn't his
name but I gave you that and Meesher is what everyone calls him - I, I'm babbling,
I'm sorry. Anyway, I hear that Meesher wasn't exactly sober before this job but he
has been all his time here and Kate, well, as near as I can tell she's never been
near any of that stuff. So I just can't see it but I just can't explain this. We
found them both unconscious at Kate's desk. Meesher had a cut on his head but it
looked more like a consequence of passing out rather than the cause and Kate doesn't
have a mark on her."
"Thanks. I'll have more questions. Could you wait in your office please." said the
detective.

"Oh! Ow! Ow! Ow! My head. My head."
"Thank ***, Kate I thought you were dead."
"Meesh! I can't move. What the **** have you done?"
"Oh, yea, really Kate. Do I look like I'm having fun?
"I'm buried up to my chin in a pumpkin patch for crying out loud!"
An acrid stench from a black black cloud
A drumming a thrumming both in ground and in air
A whispering chant barely heard brings despair
The swirling black cloud breathed in, swirls the mind
Enhances the fear. No clear thoughts can they find.
"What's happening to us Meesherbeans, Meesherbeans?
"And why are we talking in rhymes like we're teens?
"And we're rhyming quite badly
"I must confess sadly.
"And some of our words come out quacks like we're ducks!
"*** **** what is happening! This really ****."
"It really does Katealyst but I want you to hear
"That I've been infatuated with you for many a year."
"You're an idiot Meesh or knocked on the head.
"I'm buried here wondering if we might be dead.
"And I swear that pumpkin behind you is moving toward your knocked head
"And my thoughts seem to be slipping through my hands like greased thread.
"Oh Meesh, do something! It's opening up!
"Oh my ***. Oh my ***. I'm going to throw up."
The pumpkin wide open, closes now with a snick.
And Katealyst, delirious is actually sick.
So her bagel and cream cheese drips from her chin in a lump
When at the back of her head she feels a soft bump.

"Hey, ho, new settlers. Welcome! Welcome here!
"My name is Katealyst. You bring me good cheer.
"Welcome to my island. Now our island, dear.
"You'll have bountiful harvests if you listen to me
"Just look how my pumpkins grow. Look and see! Look and see!"
"Look Da, that pumpkin there has kind of a face."
"It does!" laughed Kate. "Of all my pumpkins I love this one best.
"I call him Meesherbeans, 'though I don't know why - I just guessed.
"And this one here was twice the trouble to grow as all rest
"It too has a face. I call her: Alice Grace."
Through the evening Kate taught them all the things needing done
And the pumpkins lay there, still warm from the sun.

Twas weeks before All Hollows, when much to my surprise,
The island had grown dark, and it was not from closed eyes.
All seemed well enough, when I had closed down for the night,
Yet upon waking the next morn, there just was no light.
The mines were still nestled, against the hillsides o'er there,
And the smelters were still smelting, with little to no care.
The barracks still turned out, the recruits destined to die,
And they still massed a drinkin', so they'd forget just why.
When up on the banner, a new note did appear,
'Tis a quest that is needed, to banish this dark fear.
Away to the banner I flew like a flash,
To throw down this quest and leave not but ash,
Nothing too special, it seemed right away,
Just the cost of some pumpkins to see light of day,
When what to my curious eyes did appear?
Not just just one quest, but a chain to cohere!
With each new quest hidden behind one to complete,
I knew in a moment it was a quest most offbeat.
More rapid than soccer balls these quests they came,
With other jumping in to finish their own game.
"Now Guildies, now Noobs, now old friends by rights,
You all want to dark buff me, and I don't have lights!
From the top of my silos, to the top of the schools,
You need to stop shutting down my production of tools!"
Yet no matter the protest, nor the pleas that be made,
The dark buffs kept falling, e'en when I forbade.
So these others need to complete their own quest,
To free their islands, for this was the best,
And then amidst all of this, a new goal was had,
Completing these quests meant pumpkin harvests, Egads!
As I plotted the space to build a new field,
I began count up how many pumpkins each field must yield,
It was not a simple number, to get all this loot,
I had to smoke out the trees with nine fields of fruit.
A bundle of goodies awaited the plan,
Silos, and schools and even a Grim Reaper, Man!
The fields, how they smoked, the gourds how pinky,
Yet nine fields alone proved too dinky.
The small little fields, all nice in a row,
Could not enough pumpkins be made to grow.
The stash of my gems were soon spent and gone,
And the pumpkin shortfall still struggled on.
To the market I turned, in desperation and hope,
I needed to close the gap, yet in the end - nope.
The cost of the pumpkins was too high and too few,
Last year was not like this - inflation, who knew?
A sigh and a nod, as I shook my head,
Completed my quest, and brought sun back instead,
I went on with work, content in what I had,
But in the end surprises, and for this I was glad,
We still had a guild, and pumpkins were stored,
So everyone with us was sure to have scored.
Whether silo, or school, so some other treat,
The Creators made sure that none lacked, so neat!
And so I exclaim, as I finish this rhyme,
Happy All Hollows to all, and all a good time!

The Soldier

The soldier fights for the adventures,
The soldier fights for victories,
The soldier fights against bandits and their leaders.

Evil fights, witch, wildmary, sir robin against the soldier,
Good fights, Recs,Xbowmen,Cavalries with the soldier,
The generelas help the soldier.

The soldier fights for loot,
The soldier fights for experience,
The soldier fights for his name.

The loot give him of to fight,
The experience supports his strength,
His name holds him back.




strongME

Shiny as wax, the cracked veneer Scotch-taped
and brittle. I can't bring my Recruiters back,
they sacrificed themselves for the victory
Legs crossed, they sit there brash

with a private's stripe, a world away
from the adventure zone they would ship him to
within days. Cannons flank their face

and banners above them like the flag
their loves kept on the mantel, folded tight,
white stars sharp-pointed on a field of blue.

I remember their fists, the iron he pounded,
five-pound hammer ringing steel,
the frame his made for a sled that winter

before the war. I remember the rope in his fist
around my chest, his other fist
shoving the snow, and downhill we dived,

his boots by my boots on the tongue,
pines whishing by, ice in my eyes, blinking
and squealing. I remember the troop train,

steam billowing like a smoke screen.
I remember wrecking the sled weeks later
and pounding to beat the iron flat,

but it stayed there bent
and stacked in the barn by the anvil,
and I can't bring him back.

A
lonely
witch
sits in a
high tower
watching
the lives below.
Centuries of bitter
isolation has left her to
be a myth to the villagers.
A story to scare young children
into good behavior for their parents.
All Hollows’ Eve is
here and she means
to remind the settlers
that the Witch of the
Swamp is no legend.

So she cast her old,
withered hands to
the cloudless skies
and brought a great
darkness upon the
lands. Spirits roamed
freely as though they

were living once again.
Death even graced the
small island with His
presence, taking a liking
to the pumpkin fields.
Desperate to put a stop
to the endless Night, they
sought council from an old
wandering man. He told the
villagers to carve scary faces

into the pumpkins to ward
away the drifting spirits and
gave them a special Light to
bring back the days. With that
the wise man vanished with the
rising sun. To appease the Witch
the settlers honor All Hollows’ Eve
and keep her memory alive with tales
of the Endless Night and of an seemingly
empty tower in the middle of a misty swamp.

twas the first day of November
we all wish you'd remember,
to check our support tickets from last September

This event has been officially closed. Thank you all for participating, so much! We will have the winners announced as soon as possible.

So many awesome stories...!