Competition! Closes Soon!

Yeah i know how you feel sweetie, my cousin who was only 4 died whilst we were on holiday, i was about 11 (probably younger) when he drowned and i seen his dead body, i still remember what it was like even now and i will never forget about him.

I also lost my grandad to cancer, another who got very ill and my cousin who was 27 who also died of cancer, all these in such a short space, those were a couple of years ago.

Just remember what your nana was like hun and how she loved you very much, you do her proud ok?

 

Yeah i will.

 

more?

 

Here's one of my older LPs....Please ignore the poor-quality gradient lines covering it, they come up whenever I save. =(

Entry here. ^.^

^_^

 

Nice piece hun

 

holy mother of god IM IN, is it ok to use Apophysis?

 

bump for kirbir.

 

*TOING* Bumped.

 

A Day at the Pizzeria -- Kind of a lame story, written back in October last year.
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I insert a token into the little orange square and look up at the screen. Nothing changes. Damn. Hoping this is one of those machines where you have to insert two tokens for one credit, I pump in another token. Still nothing. Damn again. I pick up my little cup of tokens, slap the machine, and move on.

I’m at a birthday party with four friends at a local pizza place slash Chuck-E-Cheese, but this is by no means Chuck-E-Cheese. Last time I was here, three out of four machines were out of service and the rest sucked anyway. Now, it hardly seems any better. The good ones don’t work, the rest do. One skeeball has no ramp, and in another the balls jam. Area 51 and another shoot-em-up game suck tokens. A machine where you insert a token and it slides down the ramp has no glass covering, so you can stick the token in the ‘100-TICKET’ slot if you wanted. The machine was off.

Even the round machine, where the light goes around and you press the button to make it stop on the number, has a broken cover on the safe and you can get your tokens back after you insert them. Fortunately, few know of this.

The birthday boy, Connor, and a friend, Kev, are playing the only working shoot-em-up game. Gentry is playing a racing game where it looks like the brakes don’t work and you have to really work the steering wheel for your car to even budge. Danial and Nate are off where I can’t see them.

The game room is small, almost too cramped to have all these machines and people, too. Good thing no one comes here much. The pizza wasn’t so bad; the cheese wasn’t as rubbery and the dough was better cooked than last time.

I complain about my lost tokens and get a couple to compensate. Happy, I make my way to the round machine and insert a token. The little blue light flies around the thing, so fast, and I tap the button just as it’s about to hit the jackpot bulb. I miss by one, and get ten tickets. It was probably better; the jackpot was only 100 tickets, the default.

It seems like a few minutes go by, but before I know it my cup is empty and I have an unmanageable pile of tickets at my feet. I start to wrap them up, happy, when Kev walks over and sees my loot.

“How’d you get all that?” he asks.

“Simple,” I say. “This machine’s the easiest to get tickets at.”

I borrow a token from him and demonstrate. Ten tickets pop out when I press the button. Right now, the jackpot is 173.

He gets Connor, Daniel, Gentry, and Nate, and brings them over here.

“Give him a token, watch this,” Kev says.

I sigh and take a token, and demonstrate again. The jackpot rises to 174.

After a few more tokens, the tickets coming out look like a nice big pile. They keep giving me tokens and Daniel goes over to the other side of the machine, and we both attack it. Token, tickets, token, tickets, over and over. Soon, the jackpot is 248 and everyone is watching me again.

After a few more tries, everyone but Connor leaves to spend the last of their tokens on something better. Candy claw machine, another shooting game, whatever.

Connor hands me five tokens then walks away. I use them up, call him over, and get five more. Eventually we’re all out of tokens and get some more money.

The very next token I use is the one that will make me a fortune in tickets.

Every time that light swings around, I watch closely, and use peripheral vision to note where the jackpot is — it’s offset by two bars raising up. Every time that light swings around I tap the button at what seems to be the perfect time. Every time that light swings around, I miss. This last time, by pure chance (probably, the odds of getting the jackpot are 1 in 1000, and to fulfill the Laws of Probability [as if there were any] this was somewhere around my thousandth time pressing this button) it lands square on the jackpot. At first, I’m speechless, and so is Connor, who is standing right behind me, watching.

A jackpot of 270+. We’re giddy with excitement. I’ve never got the jackpot before, and apparently Connor’s never seen anyone hit it. After a couple of minutes, Daniel comes over, sees what I’ve done, and calls everyone else over.

We all surround the machine and watch the tickets slide out of the machine, like a magician pulling the cloths tied together by their ends out of his mouth or sleeve (or ass, in some cases).

Two hundred and seventy tickets, give or take a few. Added to my other tickets, and theirs, we have a whole crapload it seems. More than I’ve ever gotten on my own, that’s for sure.

Near the ball pit filled with half-flat balls and God knows what else, there is a tall red machine with a narrow slit and a red numerical read-out. You put your ticket in the slit, the read-out shows how many tickets you put in. It’s a fairly accurate machine, but it’s too easy to jam.

All the tickets I’ve accumulated add up to just over 500. Theirs together are about 500. We stand around the prize counter, joking around about what we’d buy. For instance, for some odd reason there is a bottle of bleach CHAINED to a ventilation duct. We wonder aloud how much that would cost, in tickets. There’s also an inflatable Spiderman doll hanging. We thought it was decoration at first, but we eventually figured out it was 500 tickets exactly. We get one of these and fill it up. It squeaks when you squeeze it and deflates very quickly. We got another one for free when we mentioned it, probably so we’d shut up about it. For ten minutes we amused ourselves by having the Spidermen attack each other, and sometimes we’d stick someone’s face in between his legs and squeeze rapidly, until they bat the air-filled superhero away.

We get all our items, spent all the tickets, and played around in the game room. Loudly. If there are other people, we are surely bothering them. But we don’t see any, so there aren’t any to bother yet.

Outside the ball pit, there is a sign that reads ‘YOU MUST BE NO TALLER THAN THIS SIGN TO ENTER THE BALL AREA.’ We figure, well, kneeling, we’re shorter (except for Daniel and Nate, who are still taller than it), so we can go in. All of us pile in the pit and just sit for a moment, wondering what the hell we’re doing.

Then a small red object in the corner of my eye gets much bigger, much faster, and smacks me in the face.

“That’s WAR!” I cry, and launch a handful of balls at whoever threw the red one at me.

Everyone roars battle cries and suddenly it’s a free-for-all, a melee, and if these balls were bullets, we wouldn’t have even dental records for identification when it’s over. When it IS over, we sit back lazily and laugh.

Suddenly it’s four o’clock, time to go. We get all our things, Connor gets his presents, we start filing out of the game room. I make a poor attempt to flirt at the counter girl as I walk by, who is probably at least five years older than I am, but that doesn’t matter at the moment.

Outside, it’s raining. Perfect. In the desert, it hardly ever rains, and for most people out here rain is considered good weather. It’s like a warm, sunny day in Chicago or Seattle. Everyone loves it. If there are tourists this day, however, they’re disappointed. Screw tourists.

Because it’s raining, Nate can’t bike home and no one can walk, so we pile into Connor’s mom’s minivan (which is lacking is space for a minivan) and eventually we get home.

‘Twas a good day.

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Copyright 2006-2007 Brandon Gandy. All rights reserved.

 

bump 4 kristy

 

bumpppp

 

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Mineee. Don't laugh it's kinda lame. It's for a school essay. :tongue:
And my grammar sucks so bear with me.

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It was a bright, sunny day. It looked like a nice day. Nothing should go wrong, I thought to myself. Apparently, nothing did. I also realized the house across the street was sold.

The next day, a few trucks were parked in front of the house across the street. I wondered why there were trucks. Then it hit me. I remembered that the house was sold to someone yesterday. So, they must be moving in today. Happy, I might be, but I am definitely glad to have some new neighbours around.

After dinner, I went to my bedroom to watch some TV. Four hours have gone by and I have just noticed it was 11 p.m. So, I quickly went to brush my teeth, and quickly went to bed. Half an hour later I started hearing these loud noises. I had no clue what it was. I sat up and looked out the window, but didn’t hear anything, and it seemed like only I had heard it, since no one else was bothered.

Next morning I went to school like every other day, but today I felt especially tired. It was probably from the loud noise last night. The then teacher caught me dozing off during class and almost caught me again during the next period.

Every night for the rest of the week I kept hearing the same noises over and over again. I couldn’t get any sleep, which got me into some trouble in school. So, I decided to find out what’s causing the noise.

I waited till Friday to stay up to see where the noise is coming from. I brought some snacks and drinks just incase this takes awhile. Just as I thought, it took a long time. It was 1 a.m. and I started to doze off, until suddenly I heard a noise roaring so loud. I quickly looked out the window and saw something unimaginable. The house across the street was flying up with rockets. I just sat there staring, and completely amazed.

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By Clifford Yung (.Noobed, I have a funny name. [x )

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Oh wow.. i just realized it's sooo frigging short. It's one page on microsoft... :wacko:
Is this okay kirbir?
I hope it is. <_<

 

Should be over by now right? Its 4am in US.

 

may as well bump since everyone else is.

Bump for birsty, kirsty and kirbir in one