Finished Spring Break Giveaway

Spoiler: a story i guess. (Just a anime i watched)

Once upon a time there was 4 highschool girls. They had a dog. The dog was cute and friendly till it got bitten by a zombie. Soon after girls see their dog running towards them. One of them got bit. To be Continued........

Spoiler: Or.

The End. :3

@Yatty

 

Pls no...

Also

There was once a fairy named @DrkSephy , he decided to ruin another person's life by sharing an anime known as Gakkougurashi. After watching the first episode that poor soul died over how fucked up and cruel the anime actually was. The end.

 

A story? Can the story make you cringe? Ok, Sure!

Far away in The Land of Politics Music:
There once was a man king, his name was Donald Trump Snoop Dogg, the king was a terrible kind man who would smoke weed everyday, he usually would say

He decided one day there was a good bad bad man in his land who wanted to take it from him, his name was Bernie Sanders Ice Cube. Trump The King instead of allowing Bernie Ice Cube to steal his land, Dropped some racist remarks sweet beats and scared Bernie Ice Cube away to The Land of Acting.

Spoiler: Photo

http://rlv.zcache.com/trump_for_kin...656743dc9193c80dfab490f5_v9wqr_8byvr_1024.jpg

IGNORE THAT LINK!

Sorry for my mistakes, I can't use the backspace key.

 

One time Scroobs had left the door open on ark.
Oh wait, he had done that many times when told not to.
Scroobs was then not loved by his Dad.

 

I was once playing TTT with 2 other guys on a different server. One of them was a small child that was sitting back and watching the guy who was always traitor, every round, for some odd reason, kill just me. The child ran around and starved the Traitor of ammo every round, forcing me to wait. Then, a fourth Joins. I PM him to team up with the traitor to try to kill the child, after they did, we all killed the child at the beginning of every round to make the child miserable, as made us wait. I can say that the moral of the story is to not torcher people over the internet, or else you'll be torchered, in turn.

 

Once apon a time
I am posting this for my Dad, it's not that he doesn't have a laptop or that he doesn't know how to use it, it's just much easier to call your son and ask him to do things for you.
They (Mother and Father) are wishing to give away a set of bunk beds, they are generally quite kind like that. Of late my grandmother has been staying with them every other weekend and it seems the choice of 'top or bottom' is too much for her to handle and so they are buying a new bed for her.
This is great for my grandmother but it sucks like an industrial vacuum cleaner for me since it now means only one of my children can stay over at any given time. That loud bang you just heard was my social life clattering to the floor like a deer who stared too long at the headlights.
It is because of this that I have decided not to list the beds on a free to good home site and instead sell them and keep all of the money for myself. I will of course be telling my father that I gave these away for free.
If you would like these bunk beds (I hope you don't) they are available for collection from the Tollesby area of Middlesbrough, it's quite affluent around there so please address my father as sir and curtsey for my mother, if my sister is there you can poke her in the face for all I care since she has done nothing to change their minds about getting rid of the beds.
The bed/s are of a metal construction finished in boring silver, quite honestly though they are a death trap and will almost certainly break apart and severely injure the first person to sleep in them.
The picture above is an illustration only, I really can’t be bothered going to his house to take a picture of bunk beds, if you don’t know what bunk beds look like then imagine taking one bed and putting it on top of another, then imagine the top one falling down and crushing the person below.
For the uneducated, bunk beds are a bit like a double decker bus with no wheels, useless and only good for homeless people and pigeons. Sleeping in them is dangerous and the arguments over who gets the top bunk are inevitable. One such argument with my friend Russ aged 8 at the time led to him having a bruised back and facial laceration, and then I got vertigo and wanted the bottom one anyway.
So far as I know, the beds have never been used in a sexy fashion nor have they been used to hunt for ostrich. It's possible though that my Dad once built a den underneath and pretended to be Jason Bourne from the Bourne Identity, he won’t admit to this so don't mention it.
The beds are in good condition but will make your house look really stupid and your friends will stop visiting. You will become lonely and very sad and in a desperate attempt to drag yourself out of depression may even begin watching Homes under the Hammer presented by Martin Roberts and Lucy Alexander, little will you know that this will push you deeper in to the depths of loneliness and insanity. But at least you have the bunk beds, right!
Due to the size of the bunk bed you will most likely require a Russian built Antonov An-225 aircraft in which to collect it, a picture of which I have included. Sadly my father’s house lacks the appropriate equipment to refuel you for your return flight. It doesn’t have a runway either which makes the previous sentence somewhat worthless but I had an itching desire to type the word ‘refuel’. If you have a Ford Escort Estate or similar you might still be in with a chance but I doubt it.
My Dad will most likely dismantle the beds for you or more likely will call me to come and do it for him. I will certainly and intentionally lose at least 7 vital components rendering the beds utterly unsafe for human use, they will in fact be so dangerous that even the scrap man will think twice about taking them from you, and let’s face it, those scavengers would take bird flu infected land mines off you.
As with all good beds there is a monster underneath it, this is guaranteed to keep your children petrified and the mattresses forever soaked in urine. It goes without saying that the monster will also provide you with endless sleepless nights and a larger electricity bill owing to the fact that their bedroom light must remain on FOREVER!!!!! I will be pleased to inform your children of the monster when they come with you to collect the bed.
Anyhow, if you want them you can have them, just bid but remember if Dad asks they were free. (Look in to my eyes, you are feeling sleepy, you are in a safe place, listen to my voice YOU DON'T WANT THEM you are now a chicken, chickens don't sleep in bunk beds. And awake.) the end

 

Ill totally join this giveaway... maybe the steam key will be for deadbolt... then ill sell my soul to CSGO gambling sites and lose.

 

You touched the cactus

 

Scroobs doesnt brush his teeth in the morning. True story.

 

[Insert amazing story here]

I'm in!!!!

 

I love giveaways like this. I'm actually a creative writer so here have a story in the form of a poem.

Spoiler: h e h

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he's got nothing in his favor but
used wings and memories of you.

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he does nothing now with you gone
does nothing but
dream a little everyday
d i e a little everyday
just thinking
(wishingexpectingimagining)
that it's all just a badbad dream
and that he'll soon wake up to your
smile and your laugh and
y o u.

and you, beautiful baby boy, you
who were too young to leave life,
to leave him so s o o n
you can do nothing but watch
as he gets older, grows wearier,
wastes away (awayaway)

~

he forms this habit of taking a
whole pack of Marlboro and a Heineken
to the top of the trailer and finishing them
all by himself in one go, and you
want to knock the damn things out of his
hands and hold him 'til he bursts
(but what's the point? he
can't see you)

and all you can do is watch over him
your poor cheekbones-broad-shoulders-beauty-boy
now a frailty-shadow-smile-ghostling
with a breakbreakbreaking heart
(because your eyes may hold tiny little thunderclouds,
but his hold only emptiness –
so thunder all you want, child:
even thunderclouds can't make him love again)

~

Thanks for the giveaway

 

About 14 months back a friend of mine introduced me to this community, have enjoyed it ever since!

 

Once upon a time, this man named Scroobs made a giveaway asking me to make a story. Little Exactly did just that and he ultimately was one of the winners. The End.

 

Once upon a time there was a fish. who was tired of the oppression of Nazi Germany. so he grabbed a luger pistol and began shooting every nazi he saw. before you knew it everyone said "dont go near that pond. that fish is an asshole bm player." so they drained the pond. many were lost in the process. They found the fish in a trench of water he had dug out. his luger was now a m1911 pistol. he had a small fish sized american helmet with a spade on the side.

ima leave this awesome story to be continued. when and if i win ill finish it

 

I can tell you a story just as good as my spring break! I don't have it

 

My life: *You are filled with determination*

 

Spoiler: story.

WOAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

 

Now, this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to delay a minute
Just watch right there
I'll tell you how I became the T of a map called Bel-Air

In west Sacramento born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some innocents outside of the community_pool
When a couple of guys who were up to some good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my buddies got scared
They said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'

I begged and pleaded with them round after round
But they packed that votebox and sent me on my way
They gave me a hiss and then they gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, 'I might as well kick it'.

First class, yo this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the traitors of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the T of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get killed yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel-Air'

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later'
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the T of Bel-Air

 

Thank you so much everyone for signing up and giving me abs from laughing. The winners will be chosen at random, because all of your stories were so great I couldn't take it upon myself to pick between any of them. There are currently 37 entrants, and to all of you I say good luck. This is how this will go, the entries will be numbered 2-38(based on numbered post), and a random number generator will pick those at random.

The Winners

1. @lonestarnightrider #9 [Claimed]

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2. @RaRa #28 [CLAIMED]

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3. @Something weird #8 [CLAIMED]

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4. @Gazzy #26 [CLAIMED]

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5. @Wink #38 [CLAIMED]

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6. @Sarkastix #12 [CLAIMED]

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7. @Cafedemocha #2 [CLAIMED]

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8. @Hingle #29 [CLAIMED]

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9. @Robokiller87 #17 [CLAIMED]

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10. @Yatty #22 [CLAIMED]

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Thank you again, all of you.

As for the winners that have been mentioned in this thread, please message me some time tomorrow how you'd like to receive your prize. If it is not claimed within 3 days, it will be passed to another player.