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Old 01-05-2014, 12:02 PM

What is the Mene Storybook?

This is a two part contest which will be carried out from December up till the Valentine's Day 2014 event.

The first part, Volume 1, was the STORY, which was held throughout the Festival of Winter Nights
event last year to exercise those creative writing skills.

In this second part comes the ART. All the stories submitted as entries in Volume 1 will be posted
anonymously and all of you (yes, you!) will be creating art for these stories. No storybook is complete
without beautiful illustrations!


Once the contest is concluded, the authors, artists and all their entries will be revealed, collected and archived in a single thread. Of course, we can't forget the prizes too, which will be given out to noteworthy stories and art!





So what are we supposed to do here?

READ. GET INSPIRED. MAKE ART. BEAUTIFUL ART.

You will be required to illustrate at least one of the story entries from Volume 1 within the given requirements (shown in the post below!) to be submitted for this part of the contest.






ALL ENTRIES ARE DUE BY THE END OF THE VDAY 2014 EVENT.


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Old 01-05-2014, 12:28 PM

REQUIREMENTS

Remember, these are mandatory! I have the right to reject your entry if they do not fulfill the requirements below.

  • Each entry must be at least 500px (width) x 500px (height) in size.
  • All entries must be created prior to this contest. Old art will not be accepted.
  • Important: All art entries must be based on and relate closely to the stories they are created for.
  • You can not submit art for a story you've written.
  • You can send in up to two (2) entries per person.
  • You may scan or photograph your entry, but make sure they're clear enough. If they're too grainy or blurry, it'd be difficult for me to judge what I can't see.
  • There is no specific method or medium for how you should create your art. Go crazy!
  • Remember to keep your art PG-13!
  • Plagiarism is absolutely not allowed. Do not do it.

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Old 01-05-2014, 12:32 PM

❄ Volume 1 Story Entries ❄



#1

Story #1X

There is a place in the country of Menewsha where forests and fields as well as rivers, lakes, and large beautiful oceans exist in one place. Such a world couldn't exist except in this wondrous place where many come together to live in peace and harmony from the outside world. Out in the gazebo upon the large frozen lake where the snow was gently falling like crystals from the sky in the moonlight's radiating beauty, sat a woman with blonde hair, and starlight silver eyes.

"Mango" a familiar voice from a tall, dark, and handsome man spoke "Magnus, why are you here?" Mango responded "I called everyone" a deadly and beautiful woman dressed as if she was a dark angel amongst the purity of the snow spoke. "Why, Lise?" Nalin asked quietly his light blonde hair tied gently back in a low ponytail striding across the pathway. "Why not come together on one radiating flawless night?" Lance asked noticing everyone was there: Li Mei Chen, Evangeline looking exquisite, the twins, Aimee, Delilah, Fatima, Cain, Lapis, Sera, Tesel, and the Toy Maker. Lance spoke again "This is the night where we come together to mark another year of peace and enjoy the beauty as well as each other's company." Lance looked out upon the lake as the magic surrounded them with music as ice crystals formed shapes of frozen flowers.

Everyone was mesmerized watching it unfold. Lance had brought along a bag of ice skates. "Come, let's enjoy this night" Magnus held out his hand for Mango to take after they put their skates on as she accepted his hand heading out onto the ice as the rest followed. A joyful night filled with fun and beauty of skating upon the ice with their friends was wished to be never ending.


#2

Story #2X

It was a cold winter’s day in Menewsha. In the home of one of Menewsha’s residents, in the kitchen, on the top shelf was a pickle jar with a single pickle inside. The pickle was the last pickle standing in the jar and it was lonely. It missed the comfort of being surrounded by other pickles, together drenched in the vinegar, but it also knew that the other pickles had gone to better places. If it could sigh, it would’ve, because it had been alone in the jar for a while.

On this day in winter the pickle noticed a promising combination of ingredients laid out on the kitchen bench. There were burger buns, sliced cheddar cheese, grilled burger patties, ketchup and mustard. It was apparent that cheeseburgers were being prepared for lunch that day; all that was needed was the pickle.

The pickle waited in anticipation, knowing that it would be able to leave the pickle jar and be part of the cheeseburgers. It waited for a while, and then it started to worry. What if the maker of cheeseburgers doesn’t like pickles? What if they forgot?

However the pickle then spotted a little girl with long golden hair running around, apparently looking for something or someone “Grandpa! Can you help me get the pickle jar down from the top shelf?” she asked.

“Hold on, I’ll be there soon Cecilia,” a voice from another room called out. The old man soon arrived and reached for the pickle jar and opened the lid for the little girl.

“There you go,” he said with a smile. The girl cut up the pickle and the slices placed among the fillings of the cheeseburgers. The pickle was happy to finally be consumed.


#3

Story #3X

The First Night of Festival

On the first night of Festival, all through the lands,
Menewshans were zealously making great plans.
For a winter tradition was now drawing nigh
To set hundreds of lanterns adrift in the sky.

So every Menewshan was building with care
A paper balloon that would fill with hot air.
Each one held a candle, and each carried a wish
That would fill their next year full of bounty and bliss.

Lise wished for a corset, Peeblo new boxing gloves,
And Vicky wished everyone buckets of love.
Nami wanted world peace, D some sweet ballet flats,
And the Mayor just wanted a nice new top hat.

Nalin shaped his like flowers, Vicky's looked like a heart,
While Penny and Evan built a huge cherry tart.
They each shaped a lantern to match their desire,
Then sent it aloft with a burden of fire.

And everyone gathered, from near and from far,
To watch winter hopes float and glow like new stars.
For we knew when the last lantern floated from sight,
It was time for the Festival of Winter Nights.

We all picked a favorite-- an impromptu contest!
They all were so perfect, but one must be best!
And greatest of all that our fancies did tickle
Was built by Ikuto, and shaped like a pickle.

We watched them all soar through a sky filled with snow,
Bright beacons of hope shining on us below.
And we knew without doubt that our dreams could come true,
For we stood with our friends, and friends always come through.


#4

Story #4X

In the village named Menewsha, there lived a florist named Nalin Sun.

One day, while picking flowers, he heard something rustling in his vegetables nearby. The florist furrowed his brow as he moved to see what was disturbing his garden.

As he got closer, the man became amazed at what was there.

“A kappa?” He asked, quietly.

The creature looked up at him with a cucumber in his mouth. It stared at him before it dropped the half-eaten vegetable before running into some high grass.

Nalin looked in the direction the creature went and smiled. He picked another cucumber and held it out towards the kappa.

“I didn’t mean to scare you. Come back, little guy. “Nalin said softly to the creature.

After looking at the man then the cucumber, the kappa emerged from the grass and took the cucumber, greedily.

Nalin walked with the young kappa over to his friend Abel’s because he thought the magic merchant would be able to help the creature. As Nalin opened the door, he saw that Abel was not around.

But a scent in the air excited the young kappa and he ran towards the back of the shop. Nalin rushed after the creature only to see Abel surrounded by kappas. The other kappas were eating pickles as a female kappa squawked at Abel while she sobbed.

Abel looked at Nalin and the smaller kappa as they entered the room. As the she looked at the small kappa, she started to run towards him.

All the kappas squawked and raced towards them. Nalin looked at Abel with a smile on his face.

“What’s going on?” He asked.

“That female was asking me to find her lost baby. Thanks for the help.” Abel said leaning against his hand.
Nalin just smiled at him more.


#5

Story #5X

Cecilia stared at her grandfather, Jeryck. He was talking with his friend The Toymaker over some tea. The young lass didn’t want to interrupt, so she began to admire all the things in his shop. As she wandered around, her peculiar friend Yumeh poked his head out from behind a new display of strange wooden dolls that were painted oddly. “Ah, Yumeh!” Cecilia smiled warmly at the crowned feline and watched him wind about a particularly odd doll.

“Mr. Toymaker?”

“Yes, Cecilia?”

“What is this doll?”

The Toymaker slowly stood and approached Yumeh and Cecilia. After looking at the doll he shook his head and smiled. “I do not know, child. He appears to be nothing I own. Would you like him?”

Cecilia took the doll home with her. He was strange, with a golden crown, blue eyes, and chin length black hair. She admired him for hours before finally going to sleep.

Her dreams were odd that night. Cecilia dreamt of sugar plum fairies, princesses, a land of candy, and of course a prince! She was dressed in a fluffy night gown and was swept into the land of sweets.

“I know this story!” Cecilia exclaimed. Her prince and escort looked down at her curiously. “This is the story of The Nutcracker! And you are him! But what happened to the Rat King?”

“Rats? Why, I disposed of them years ago, Cecilia. After all, I am the best mouser in town! They abhor pickles, you know. I always keep them around.”

Cecilia woke up, startled, and saw that her nutcracker was on the floor. She picked it up, righted it, and went to the window to gaze at the snow which gently fell. Below the windowsill, Yumeh sat, watching for rats again, guarding his innocent, darling, princess of dream


#6

Story #6X

Once upon time on a Menewshan mountain high there was a puckish lad. This young man was known across the land for his fearsome sharp teeth, advanced trickery and being clad only in crimson skin. His name was Peeblo.

Peeblo was going about his regular daily pranks. When from the sky fell a large silvery craft. He took cover behind some bushes with a jar of prank pickles in hand. From the starship appeared two argumentative beings.

"Boqboq you never do right!" She said as she pummeled him with a fish.
"Don't blame me Xeox! That moon came from out of nowhere!"
"We're going to be in big troubles if this world is inhabited!"

They argued on as golden eyes watched in glee. Peeblo felt a strange overwhelming warm feeling. What beautiful black eyes this screeching Xeox creature had. They sparkled like the coal he'd often received around this time every year. Her skin was the most lovely shade of blue. And boy could she ever wield that fish.

He wanted to show her how he felt, but what could he do. He looked at the jar of pickles OF COURSE! He arranged the pickles as best he could and hopped out from behind the bushes with the unique bouquet in hand.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat. "For the one who makes a nervous belly. Some thing green, tasty and smelly. "

Xeox shot Boqboq her blaming glare and took the pickle bouquet. "Thank-you" She smelled the dilly scent and smiled awkwardly. There was something else that hung in the air. A fowl sulfurous scent. Peeblo smiled a large toothy grin. As he realized what the feeling was felt was. Gas.


#7

Story #7X

Once, a young woman and her four children moved to a hillside cottage in Menewsha. Everyone was anxious for the upcoming Festival of Winter Nights. The children were easily swept up in festivities.

Etherlene’s eldest daughter was Genaya, who was gentle and reserved, yet loving and playful. The twin boys, Elij and Esaiah, were mischievous. The youngest was Aerwyna. A calamity had claimed their true parents. Etherlene had been their mother for four years.

The children knew Etherlene was lonely. Each night when she thought they were sleeping, she stepped out into the snow and gazed toward the moon, longingly.

They would grant her wish this season. “I have someone in mind!” Genaya whispered to the boys, Aerwyna being too young to understand.

“Abel,” the boys grinned, announcing the name together.

Their scheming soon came to fruition. The boys had set a trap where Etherlene and Abel would be forced to meet. They loved picking on Abel, this naturally making him a perfect match.

Etherlene blindly walked into their trap. Strings tangled around her boots just as the boys shoved Abel out of his shop where, ideally, he would catch her.

Etherlene fell to the ground, blinking up at Abel, surprised. “You should keep a better eye on your children,” he munched on a pickle. Etherlene blushed. Nalin had seen and rushed to help her.

Once home, Etherlene scolded the children, who looked disappointed in themselves. “What were you thinking?”

“We wanted to give you the gift of true love for the festival!” Genaya explained.

“With Abel!” The boys chimed. Etherlene laughed heartily, a tear coming to her eye. The thought of Abel dealing with children would make Etherlene smile for a lifetime.

“I already have the gift of true love!” She hugged them tightly. “You are my true loves!”


#8

Story #8X

It is midwinter here on the island
And how I do long for spring and your face
‘Tis summer for you and you’re on the sand
But when snow melts I’ll be in your embrace
I watch the snow fall and think to myself
On your face glowing, watching it snowing
Not just your picture, up there on the shelf
But your arms’ shelter while winds are blowing
My dear I do fear that I miss you less
When I see your face in dear little Cess’.

“I found that poem on Granddad’s desk, Nana. What does it mean? I know you can’t answer me, but maybe you can show me how to get him excited about the things that are going on in town at the moment? It’s the Festival of Winter Nights at the moment, Nana, and he’s running a lyric competition, but it’s not getting many entries and I think it makes him sad. I think I’m going to make a wish at the wishing tree for him to enjoy the festival more.
Bye Nana,
I miss you too.”
Cecilia opened her eyes where she knelt by her bed and crawled under the covers. It would all be okay. She’d make a wish, and she’d talk to the other people on the island, and she’d make sure that her Granddad had the best winter ever.


#9

Story #9X

“Merry Christmas.”

I jumped, causing my pen to drop to the floor. I turned to my side to follow the voice, accidentally having my elbow catch onto the side of my journal. As I turned, it went tumbling to the ground.

Nalin Sun stood leaning against the doorway to my threshold and I let out a relieved sigh. “Hey Nalin,” I greeted with a chuckle as I leaned over and picked up the fallen journal. I put it back where I had it and picked my pen back up, finishing up the last paragraph.

“What’s up?”

Nalin chuckled. “I just came by to drop off your Christmas Present.” I eyed the small wrapped box in his hand. It fit his palm and the wrapping paper was beautiful with a red background and sparkly snowflakes printed onto it. The bright green and sparkly bow on top of it made me smile.

I got to my feet and reached in my bedside drawer, pulling out Nalin’s present. It was a wrapped box that could fit three of my hands. I made sure to have it wrapped in the similar paper he wrapped his bouquets in and tied a simple string around it to keep the paper together. I walked back over to him and smiled warmly, exchanging the presents.

“Merry Christmas, Nalin,” I said cheerily as I ripped open the paper as delicately as possible.

“Merry Christmas, Zimm.” He opened his.

I smiled wide at the necklace I had been wanting. How did he know? It was a green clover charm necklace. I had been eying it for months now. Nailin smiled even wider at the leather bound journal with an added on inkwell and feathered pen on the side.

Nalin and I shared a look that shouldn’t have lasted so long.


#10

Story #10X

The air was buzzing with life around Menewsha. Spirits were high and smiles were on the faces of all those around. The Festival of Winter Nights was beginning and not one soul dared to miss it. Who could not attend such an amazing affair though? With all the sparkling lights, the flashy decorations, the numerous contests, and of course, the presence of Mr. Mayor himself is a sight to see.
Little Brealyn couldn't believe the festival was here. It was all she dreamed of all year. Being just eight years old, the magic spilling through the air brought more excitement than the young one could contain. She yipped and laughed, danced and cheered. Why, she even plopped into the snow and made tiny snow angels.
Her mother and father was only a few feet away, but with the crowd closing around her, she became separated from them. An electric cackle of fear slithered down her spine. Tears began to spill from her eyes as she frantically looked for her parents. As she moved out of the crowd she spotted a lone black cat lazily sleeping on near a food stand.
Brealyn smiled through her tears and walked over the the cat. "You're Yumeh, aren't you?" The little girl wiped the tears from her eyes. The black cat, however, continued to ignore the girl. "Yumeh! I'm lost. Will you please help me?"
Yumeh still continued to ignore the girl. Frustrated, Brealyn grabbed a large pickle from the food cart and whacked the cat on the head. Yowling, Yumeh jumped up and darted into the crowd. "Get back here, kitty!"
Brealyn chased after the cat and in the process, bumped into an adult. "I-I'm sorry!" She stammered, but when her glossy eyes looked up, she smiled. It was her parents at last.


#11

Story #11X

It would be hard for Ikuto Akihiko Hasegawa to forget that fateful day. It seemed like just another boring Winter’s Night event. Menewsha was enjoying its festivities, with fun activities one could join in with the hopes of winning some goodies. However something felt a little off for Ikuto. He couldn’t quite bring himself to enter all the fun and watched from afar wondering exactly what it was that was missing.
He had gotten his answer later that night. He hadn’t even been looking for it then, just walking the empty streets (everyone had either gone to bed, or were chatting in their hangouts) when he saw it.
Words could never quite describe the magnificence of what he saw. It was shining, all its bumps looked slick in the juice it was sitting in. He approached it slowly, still trying to come to terms with it the wonder that he was seeing. He realised it was love.
Pure and true love.
From then he took that pickle everywhere he went, and no matter how many events came by, he never felt that loneliness ever again.


#12

Story #12X

The Ornament

“Eirian, the Festival and ornament contest start soon!” Shouted Gwena, coming down the stairs. “The Mayor will put the winning ornament at the top of the town tree!” Added Gwena. “Oh no! My ornament!” Eirian’s grass green eyes widened, her long pale blonde hair streaming as she ran to the desk. “I made mine out of daggers and a pickle.” Said Gwena. “That’s…lovely, Gwena. At least I’ll have something to eat.” Eirian giggled. “Hey!…Anyway, just use magic. We are Elves.” Gwena snipped. “No!” Eirian replied. Gwena’s bright red eyes glared, her long pink hair shook as she shrugged. “Your only being so stubborn because you like the Mayor.” “You don’t know what your talking about!” Eirian shouted. “Mmhmm.” Gwena replied disbelieving, leaving to get ready. Eirian starting her ornament, shaped a our point star with alternating green and red glass. She added a center silver snowflake, and outlined in gold dust. Later at Menewsha Town Square, Eirian watched people hand their ornaments to the Mayor. “He looks so elegant tonight…So charming..Kind…breathtaking. How will I enter my ornament when every time I’m near him, I’m so…Enchanted. Eirian thought. When everyone had wondered off, she placed the ornament at the door, knocked, then ran. When the Mayor tied winning ornament to the top of the tree, Eirian couldn’t believe it! Her ornament won! Later as they arrived home, Gwena asked, “Why are you so happy? He doesn’t know it’s your ornament! That’s a silly way to win his love!” “Gwena, love doesn’t always mean being with who you love. True love means putting their happiness above yours. I won’t force it, I’m a lady. If it’s meant to be, it’ll happen.” Eirian gazed up, “This was the best festival of Winter Nights ever.”


#13

Story #13X

So, I’m sitting here stalking Abel. I’m a little cold and the sound of the festival of winter nights is calling me to town, but true love waits even if it hurts (or freezes) right? I only have this pickle to keep me company. I thought of eating it many times but I’m pretty sure it went bad last week (wait do pickles go bad?). Anyway, my pickle problems aside, not my pickle of a problem though, just the actual pickle, gah I’m digressing again. As I was saying: Abel has been holed up in the Snowy Region of Menewsha called Ice Peaks, and like a love struck idiot I followed him. Now I’m freezing my bum off. He hasn’t noticed me watching, either that or he’s grown so used to it he’s become an expert at ignoring me. Ah well. I have one comfort for my freezing soul (and bones) though: he should come down to the Festival for the Mayors ball. When he does I will follow him, warm myself up by grabbing him, tossing him in a closet and……*blushes*…. never mind…I grab him and we will drink hot chocolate is all. It will be wonderful!
Oh, look! He’s leaving! *twenty minutes later at the ball* Well, I crashed the npc ball but no romance for me tonight. I asked Abel to dance, he turned me down and threatened to tell the Mayor and have me thrown out! *sniff* Oh, well I guess my love will remain one sided….but then again there is always the pickle. And Gwena Hikari & the pickle walked hand and pickle into the cold sunset, just before having their first date at the festival of winter nights.


#14

Story #14X

Events up! Let's go! It's time for words and gold to flow.
Festival of Winters Night, will first EI be out slow?

New faces with the old, chatting building up their gold.
Have fun, but be good or else the mods are gonna scold.

NPCs in your thread, and admins up in the place.
Oh sweet it's Yumehkins! RANDOM PICKLE in your face!

Can you reach the goals you set for this event?
Posting is no chore so darlings don't lament.

Quest hard, Chat more Mene vets do it well.
Marketplace, exchange finding great deals to sell.

New year approaching soon, wishes before 2013 ends.
All we ever really want is our Menewsha friends!


#15

Story #15X

The scene in the kitchen was quite intense. A tall, thin woman frantically swished this way and that, preparing for a culinary undertaking of some sort. She was muttering to herself as she went, counting off ingredients. " Vanilla, ginger. Cardamom, cloves. Candied lime..Oh dear, where did that make off to?"

A man's voice interrupted her train of thought. "Hello? Is anyone in?"

Startled, she spun around, her long rose-colored ponytail knocking over a canister of flour that was perched too near the edge of the counter. She let out an "Ack!" as the canister hit the ground, just in time to be tackle-hugged by a tiny thing in a yellow dress that came bounding through the cloud of flour.

"AUNTIE VICKY!!" squeaked the girl, clinging to her apron.

"Oh, Cecilia!" she smiled, returning the hug, "you're early!"

The older gentleman cleared his throat, trying to be polite. "Well, my watch says it's half past --"

Vicktoria planted a kiss on Jeryck's cheek. "Thank you for bringing Cecilia over. Now, are you ready, Cessy? We have a lot of baking to do if we're going to be ready for the Festival of Winter Nights!"

"Oh yes Aunty Vicky! I'm ready!" the girl shouted excitedly.

"Then let's go get you into an apron!" said Vicky, with a wink to Jeryck. "But first, we need to find something green for the sugar cookies. Can you help me check the pantry?"

The two ladies, both seeming about the same age in spirit, walked into the pantry to search earnestly for something green. Before long there came an, "I know!!" as Cecilia proudly presented the item she had found: "PICKLES!!" Vicktoria looked at Cessy, so intent and serious, and burst into laughter. The two began to giggle uncontrollably.

Jeryck couldn't help but smile.


#16

Story #16X

The night sky was lit with the radiating light of the moon as Mr. Mayor walked where the Festival Of Winter Nights originally happened just not too long ago. Events are always called upon making more work for Mr. Mayor, some wonder if he ever stops even just to rest. "Mr. Mayor, Mr. Mayor" a cute, little voice called to him "Cecilia, why aren't you with the others?" he knew she always got lost and wondered if that was why she was out here alone in the cold winter evening.

"You should be inside, come on, I'll take you back to the others" Cecilia shook her head "I don't want to" "Why not?" he asked her wondering what was the matter and why wouldn't she want to be around her friends that cared about her. "I have a wish I want granted" Cecilia looked rather cute when she pouted, especially when she was going to ask for something, and didn't think she should. Mr. Mayor knelt down next to her "And what is that, sweetie?" Cecilia hugged him as the snow looked as if it was sprinkling stars in the moonlight.

"I want to spend this evening with you. No work. No being alone. Just tonight I want to celebrate the winter festival with you, no one else" Cecilia answered not letting go as Mr. Mayor returned her hug after a moment of thinking, but, Cecilia went on "You are always working, I never see you take a break, or stay in one spot for long. Please. Grant my wish, only you can" Cecilia had her eyes shut hoping he would grant her wish, she looked up to Mr. Mayor for all that he did for the country of Menewsha. Mr. Mayer closed his eyes smiling "Alright. I promise, Cecilia"


#17

Story #17X

Emilio was taking a little break from preparing for the New Year’s Party and was chatting with his friends about toasted cheese and spaghetti sandwiches. All was well, and then Aimee decided to pop in to join the conversation.

Emilio started to get a little nervous and blush a considerable amount as he talked with Aimee, and Aimee giggled and hinted she had nothing planned for later that day.
One of Emilio’s friends whispered in his ear, “You should ask her out!” He replied with
“No way! I can’t talked properly when I’m around her!” and started to get a little more flustered.
However, after a few moments for his friends re-assuring him and egging him on in whispered tones he had no choice, as Aimee inquired what all the whispering was about and his friends put him on the spot. He cleared his throat.
“Uh, Aimee? I, uh, maybe you. I mean… would you, if you wanted...” He took in a deep breath “WouldyougototheNewYearsPartywithme?” He squeaked out, blushing furiously. Aimee giggled in reply.
“You mean, like a date?” She smiled. “I would love to!”

Emilio’s friends cheered for him, and he thanked them excitedly for helping him out.
He ran off shortly after, because now he definitely had to prepare for the party, to make it the best that he could.

Especially now more than ever.



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Old 01-05-2014, 12:55 PM

Submission

Fill in this form below and post the form in this thread with your entry attached.


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[THUMB]your entry link here[/THUMB]

* If you wish to highlight a certain part of the story or explain why you chose that story or anything else you'd like to say, 'Notes' is the place to do it.

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Old 01-10-2014, 02:05 PM

PRIZES



1st Place: 4000g
2nd Place: 2500g
3rd Place: 1000g


Staff Favorite: Mr. Mayor's Crafting Adventure


All submitted entries which fully comply with the requirements will receive 100g.
Honorable mentions and other special prizes may also be given out.



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Old 01-10-2014, 02:11 PM

F.A.Q.s

Why start so early?
To give more time for you to read all the stories, brainstorm and draw, of course! The creative process takes some time so I thought it'd be nice to stretch the contest over the period of a month rather than a week during the event.

When does this part of the contest end?
Right at the end of the 2014 Valentine's Day event. Stay tuned for the event F.A.Q.s itself for more precise information.

Where is Volume 1?
Also linked in the second post above, here's the contest thread for the first part of this contest!

Why are the stories be posted anonymously?
Why not? I thought it'd be nice for interested artists to see what stories inspire them for art without the potential bias of knowing who the authors are.

Can I reveal or let people know which of the entries was written by me?
Of course! That is entirely up to you.

I've submitted stories for Volume 1, can I also draw for this part of the contest?
Yes, most certainly! However, you can't draw for your own stories. That wouldn't be fair now, would it? ;D




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Old 01-10-2014, 02:48 PM

All gold of thanks for Volume 1 entries should have already been given out! Let me know if I missed anyone.

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Old 01-10-2014, 03:00 PM

I wish I could art! There are so many cool stories!

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Old 01-10-2014, 03:16 PM

So many pickles too!

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Old 01-10-2014, 05:45 PM

I see my story didn't make the posting here, but I didn't get the participation gold either - should I have? I am fairly certain I met all requirements, and my one typo was very minor. :3

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Old 01-10-2014, 05:46 PM

Oh, gosh, I completely missed your story, I'm so sorry! I'll add it in right away.

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Old 01-11-2014, 02:30 AM

Wow, I like the variety in the writing styles of the different entries Hopefully I'll be able to come up with artwork for one of them...

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Old 01-11-2014, 03:15 AM

Good luck, Ling!

I wish I could enter my own contest! A few of these stories are giving me a huge itch to draw.

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Old 01-11-2014, 04:57 AM

You could draw art and display them afterwards right? As long as you do so once judging has been finished and results finalised. I'd like to see what you would come up with Iro!

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Old 01-11-2014, 04:58 AM

Everything would be pickles.

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Old 01-11-2014, 05:00 AM

I suddenly had a thought of NPCs as pickles...

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Old 01-11-2014, 03:32 PM

Thank you Iro. :3 I second Ling's suggestion! We wanna see your fabulous pickles!

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Old 01-16-2014, 09:38 AM

Ooh art hope I can draw something - I'll give it a try haven't touched photoshop in awhile - heaven knows whether I'm still good at drawing

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Old 01-16-2014, 09:42 AM

I see my submission up there, but I don't think I received the participation goldies? (Unless that happened like a week ago and I've just forgotten about it, which is possible.)

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Old 01-16-2014, 06:33 PM

Dumb Question Alert: 2 entries per person means a user can submit two different pictures total, not two per story (with 'per person' meaning per author), right?

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#23
Old 01-16-2014, 06:56 PM

Good luck, Asma!

@Bearzy: Oh, you're right! I missed for some reason. Sorry about that! Will be handing you some goldies now. :D

@Rochiel Silverfire: Yes, that's right! :)

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Old 01-17-2014, 03:59 AM

:D WOOOOOOO Im up for the the challenge

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Old 01-17-2014, 07:51 AM

Thank you Iro

 


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