That was pretty funny and random :D i hope if you decide to enter with a 1 to 3 paragraph story, that its just as good <3

It all started when our wild geek, Turquoisefeather, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the tenth time it had happened. Feeling abnormally relieved, Turquoisefeather deflowered a dangerous oil-soaked rag, thinking it would make her feel better (but as usual, it did not). With fist clenched and teeth gnashed, she realized that her beloved a stick was missing! Immediately she called her former cellmate, Ny'vene. Turquoisefeather had known Ny'vene for (plus or minus) one million years, the majority of which were sassy ones. Ny'vene was unique. He was plucky though sometimes a little... insensitive. Turquoisefeather called him anyway, for the situation was urgent.

Ny'vene picked up to a very ecstatic Turquoisefeather. Ny'vene calmly assured her that most man-eating capybaras turn red before mating, yet man-eating capybaras usually indiscriminately sneeze *after* mating. He had no idea what that meant; he was only concerned with distracting Turquoisefeather. Why was Ny'vene trying to distract Turquoisefeather? Because he had snuck out from Turquoisefeather's with the a stick only seven days prior. It was a enchanting little a stick... how could he resist?

It didn't take long before Turquoisefeather got back to the subject at hand: her a stick. Ny'vene yawned. Relunctantly, Ny'vene invited her over, assuring her they'd find the a stick. Turquoisefeather grabbed her giraffe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Ny'vene realized that he was in trouble. He had to find a place to hide the a stick and he had to do it aggressively. He figured that if Turquoisefeather took the magic flying carpet, he had take at least five minutes before Turquoisefeather would get there. But if she took the faelora? Then Ny'vene would be abundantly screwed. So he swiftly got the faelora.
to be continued lol it prob isnt as good as the first but the best i could think of lol :D

Thanks for shortening it for the contest^^ i think its just as good^^

Do you still want to enter? The contest ends soon

Yes I apologize, I have been at work and such, I will submit the story in just a few minutes

Years ago men used to tell of a great and terrible beast that plagued the towns of Kyprie. For years the monstrous Ny'vene ravaged and burned all that stood in her path until peasant and lord alike cowered in their homes at the sound of her mighty bellows. Her scales were as black as the obsidian near her mountain cave, her eyes pure white, glittering with a cunning never before known by man or beast. It was said that only the trap made by the realms foremost master of weaving could hope to contain the beast.

And so it was until one day a young man stood at the base of the mountain, staring up into the wild forests that surrounded his small village. Vinerth was his name, and after watching for years as his kingdom was torn asunder by this monster he decided that he must tame this Ny'vene once and for all. After years of searching he had finally obtained the Master's trap, and after wishing his family farewell he set on his way.Time passed swiftly as he worked his way up the mountain until he came across an injured buck. The Faelora was caught under a fallen tree, his hind leg twisted at a sickening angle behind him. Quickly Vinerth struggled to shift the tree off the creature, glad to find that the injury was nothing a minor potion couldn't heal. In thanks for his help the faelora agreed to accompany Vinerth on his quest. Cheerfully the two set off once more coming upon the Ny'vene's lair on the third day.

As the pair crept through the dank cave the beast awoke, creating great gusts of wind with her wings as she bellowed her rage across the mountainside. The Faelora quickly attempted to distract her, running to and fro in the entrance of her home. As the mighty creature turned, spitting fire angrily, Vinerth quickly worked to set up the trap, barely finishing before her attention was riveted back on him. Just as her mighty jaw opened, the flame in her belly shining bright, he pulled the lever on the trap. She thrashed and spun, working to throw off the net that surrounded her, but to no avail. Eventually she was forced to succomb, her movements slowing as she finally accepted defeat. Thus the kingdom of Kyprie was finally saved from the wrath of the dark Ny'vene.



((sorry it took so long.))

Yes, almost done. I have something to do but when done... POSTING!

Reserving spot... Do you think you can move the end date for tomorrow maybe please?

Sorry, I will write it and post ASAP. :)

it's ok, just was making sure no one had forgot:P

i'll let you turn in your story tomorrow and hold off on judging this contest, but the next game will start as normal^^ so after you turn yours in tomorrow, i'll judge it while game 7 signups are going on^^