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COMPETITION #10 - Write a short hard luck story.
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Not-so-Evil Overlord
Joined: Thu May 19, 2005 3:04 pm Posts: 2891 Location: UK |
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WELCOME TO COMPETITION #10
 RULES 1. Write a short hard luck story explaining why you deserve one of the prizes above!! Tell the truth, Make it up, its up to you, just write something funny, entertaining or heart-wrenchingly sad, you decide (Keep it short, we dont want your life story) Feel free to use pictures or silly drawings to enhance your plight!! 2. Please specify which prize you would prefer, obviously if you already own a Wacom you might prefer one of the books  3. Post your stories in this thread and I'll post the top three (if we get that many lol) in the winning thread!! 4. DEADLINE = Sunday 11th OCTOBER 2009 5. Winners Announced on Monday 12th OCTOBER 2009 THATS IT, GOOD LUCK!! _________________ 
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Not-so-Evil Overlord
Joined: Thu May 19, 2005 3:04 pm Posts: 2891 Location: UK |
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BTW The USB Wacom Graphire 4 is my old one that I have used for the past 3-4 years, its in pretty good condition and works fine, you'll just have to download the drivers from the wacom website if you win it
The books are from my own collection, just figured all these things are sitting there gathering dust and I'd prefer to donate them to someone who could use them more than I do these days!! Any questions, Gimme a shout!! _________________
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Fresh Meat Joined: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:00 am Posts: 5 |
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Hello Psionic, I'm Rob. I came to this site looking for your famous dwarf model but then saw this contest. My true story is that I'm an amateur animator and want to work at Pixar one day. I got some animation software called digicel flipbook to help me out (I payed $250 for it) but I just learned it pretty much useless without a tablet. I tried to look on ebay, but they're all so expensive! So thats my story, it's not the most exiting tale in the world but its the truth.
 Or maybe........ My father was a drunk, womanizing, self-improving Canadian ballerina. He would often make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. My mother was a 15 year old French prostitute name Chloe with webbed feet. I was raised by Belgians in the town of Mongo Jongo. When I was insolent I placed in a bag and beaten with sticks - pretty standard really. My childhood was typical, summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. I attended the British Intelligence Academy and spent six years in Evil Medical School. Today I am known as DR. Evil. In order for me to destroy the planet I require a Wacom Graphire 4. Well, that's it. hope you enjoyed it. |
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Not-so-Evil Overlord
Joined: Thu May 19, 2005 3:04 pm Posts: 2891 Location: UK |
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Both great stories lol
Good Luck Rob!!_________________
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It wasn't me, it was the other 3
Joined: Thu Nov 23, 2006 9:38 pm Posts: 725 Location: Leeds - England |
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Hi there. I am currently being held captive by aliens, because some art I made wasn't up to scratch. I tried reasoning with them and they've decided they will let me go as long as I provide them with a good peice of art;
They have no pens or paper, only an alienware laptop. I cannot create a good peice of art with a mouse so I am in need of a Wacom Graphire 4. The aliens said they will pick it up from my house and that if I cannot provide a peice of art they will probe every orophis, tell my mother I've left home to be a hobo in scotland and look up scottish means skirts for hidden cash. _________________  
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Not-so-Evil Overlord
Joined: Thu May 19, 2005 3:04 pm Posts: 2891 Location: UK |
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Nice
Good Luck Dude!!_________________
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It wasn't me, it was the other 3
Joined: Thu Jul 26, 2007 10:53 am Posts: 726 Location: UK - Midlands |
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I totally suck at art and need all the help I can get...
Why did you run this comp the week I got my new lappy!! I don't stand a chance of wining now lol.. How can I be filled with sorrow when this thing is so awesome!! _________________ Beware the fnords! 
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Fresh Meat Joined: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:00 am Posts: 5 |
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dang spammer
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Not-so-Evil Overlord
Joined: Thu May 19, 2005 3:04 pm Posts: 2891 Location: UK |
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Removed spam posts!!
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Fresh Meat Joined: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:00 am Posts: 5 |
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lol, I love the little animation
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Fresh Meat
Joined: Wed Oct 07, 2009 9:06 pm Posts: 1 |
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Hey Psionic, well my name is Morgan or as im referred to on my forums, games and programs LuDy. Im 13 years old and i have a massive thirst for programming and especially Game Programming and game design. ive had a struggle trying to learn languages like C++ and Visual Basic but because of my age i cant take classes on it so i have to use for dummies books and a crap load of google
 . Well even though i would like the first option i would trade that for some one i can contact who has knowledge with programing (C++, Visual Basic, Blitz3D. And also with programms like MilkShape3D and UVMapper Pro/uv mapping programs.) even though this is sort of a pathetic post i hope you can at least read and understand/give advice on things that i can do to help.Thanks --LuDy or Morgan (which ever you like better) OH! and BTW im a guy, just bc i have the name morgan dosnt mean im a girl. So dont try to hit on me bc i may report you as a rapist. _________________ When the rich wage war, its the poor who die. |
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for the Grinder...
Joined: Thu Oct 08, 2009 11:05 am Posts: 17 Location: Victoria, Australia |
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Hey everyone this is my first post and i hope to be very active
 My name is Tye.... At the age of 4 i was kidnapped while playing in the park hwere i was taken to a country i now know as china where i was sold to a big mean guy with a beard and he sold me to a child labour camp where i worked constantly for barely any food..and they touched me in places *cries*Then when i was 12 i escaped and spent 3 years running away from the people and living on the streets begging for money and clothes when a woman took me into her family. She then betrayed me and made me work for her for food again by moving heavy rocks... and she hit me on the head a lot  I escaped and now im using a borrowed computer in a free library cos they look at me and say "stay away from that bum kid, you'll get swine flu..." behind my back, but i can here them... I have always tried to get into digital art but i have always been quite bad because a mouse really isnt very good even when using photoshop so if i win (somehow  ) then could i please have the wacom? i think it called... the tablet please.By the way i love your games and have started playing your series one. ive found 7 tubes but i cant find the last *gah*! Cheers Tye _________________ Warhammer 40,000 player...Tau and Space Marines! |
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Fresh Meat Joined: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:01 am Posts: 2 |
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Hey Psionic!
My name is little Scotty Tenorman. I've been diagnosed with a rare disease called "all-over cancer". So a long story short I'm going to die. My last wish to have a Wacom Graphire 4 so before I die, I can use it to make an animated cartoon about how we can all come together to help the world.  So just ask yourself, "Would I say no to dying orphan boy with one leg whose last request was to help the world?" eh, would ya? would ya?  Well,  c ya mate. Last edited by Anim8tor_4_life on Sat Oct 10, 2009 5:39 pm, edited 1 time in total. |
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You win again, gravity! Joined: Wed Jul 04, 2007 4:06 am Posts: 266 |
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"TRUE STORY,
when i was little, my mother(1) told me stories about a great king who once lived about 5 centuries ago in morocco. he harnessed the power of light. of course, he was "crazy." when he tried to prove his discovery, he was called a sorcerer and he was to be executed. fortunately (for him) he managed to escape. with the help of one of his sons, he went deep into the desert and he took most of his riches with him. so, over the years, treasure hunters tried to find both his treasures and his invention. but the trail always seemed to end abruptly before they were found. the consensus has been that he found a series of intricately-interconnected caves and that's where he lived. (for the sake of shortness, i won't dwell on his survival habits any longer.) it's also believed that he used his invention as a lock to guard his belongings deep within his caves(2). my mom nearly died trying to acquire a map in order to successfully navigate the caves and how to access them. as a final attempt of trying to redeem myself and put her behind me once and for all (my therapist told me that beating her at what she does best would be a breakthrough in my therapy.) i stole her map(3) and went on to find the thing. well, i found it. i successfully navigated the caves. and i found the door(4). i have reasons ,beyond the reasonable doubt, to believe that the wacom, specifically yours, is one of the 2 keys to opening the door. again, i won't go through the locking mechanism details. i'll just say that it uses a signature laser from the pen to open the door. i managed to find the other, more conventional key. it's funny how that no one can ever seem to be able to duplicate the effect of a 500+ year old key!!" I NEED THAT GRAPHIRE4. what would i do with the treasure? i'd donate 50% to charity of course. the rest, i'd split evenly between myself and psi. (1) http://www.gossipgamers.com/wp-content/ ... -croft.jpg if you think that i was lucky to have her as my mother....think about the fact that almost every hormonal teen could fantasize about her except ME. plus it took years of therapy to overcome these issues: 1. i couldn't be attracted to any girl i met. mom's image kept creeping into my head (see #2) 2. you have no idea how vigorously i tried to fight Oedipus complex behavior out of me. i even tried celibacy!!! the guilt was unbearable 3. i had to endure years of teasing and bullying and "yesterday, i ****** your mama's brains out" i can't even continue listing reasons. rest assured, there are plenty, though! (2) http://www.nps.gov/wica/historyculture/ ... trance.jpg (3) http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_182/ ... 0N43i3.jpg purposefully small and blurred so no one can read it. don't even try using image processing. trust me it won't help. (4) http://www.geocities.com/unforbidden_ge ... i_core.jpg Last edited by sam sommers on Sat Oct 10, 2009 12:59 pm, edited 2 times in total. |
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Fresh Meat
Joined: Thu Oct 08, 2009 6:12 pm Posts: 12 Location: Raccon,city |
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hey there !!
my first post here .well,this is my story. hope enjoy it. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P9_I1tSxk6Q that wacom tablet is owesome!!  cheers  _________________ "You gonna need more Ammo to stop this Zombie of eatting ur Brains..boaaaahh." |
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King of the potato people
Joined: Sat Feb 04, 2006 3:07 am Posts: 109 Location: MD, USA |
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A young man, no older than 23, sits alone on a cold damp sidewalk. Surrounded by passerbys. No one pays him any heed. His name is unknown. His medium-length blone hair and tattered clothes flutter in the northern breeze. The soles of his shoes are almost non-existant. At a glance, most would assume he was a homeless bum. But a deeper look into his soul would reveal a genius of a man. Top of his class in graphical design at the local university. Director of design of a small yet well known art production office.
But why? Why is he sitting alone looking soo depressed? His last piece was a complete disaster. He was the laughing stock af all the town. His old outdated hardware and software were no match for the competition. His determination has run dry. He has given up almost all hope. And as the darkness washes over his wandering mind, he has a realization. Theres only one thing he truly needs to get back on his feet and stomp the competition. Only one thing that can get his life on track again in the world of artistic design... Psionics used Wacom Tablet. _________________ 
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Fresh Meat Joined: Sat Oct 10, 2009 11:36 pm Posts: 2 |
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It was a bitterly cold December in that frost-blasted city, the kind of cold that shattered trees along the streets, splintering their iron-gray wood. The snow was piling up in the alleys and corners, drinking ash and smoke from the sky, turning dirty gray. The flakes were collecting on the wings of gargoyles, burying old cars in icy sepulchers, and turning that city into gray-white whistling static. I couldn’t tell you the name of that city, because I didn’t know.
I didn’t know the name of the city; I didn’t know my own name. Years later, perhaps, doctors might tell me I suffered from a rare form of amnesia, gravely exacerbated by lack of Wacom tablets. And then I would remember! I would remember the admonitions of my aunt: “Precarious, your precarious ways will be the death of you. Why, I expect you’ll wake up confused and smelling of alcohol in some dirty alley one day!” But I couldn’t know that now. And so I wandered the streets, shivering, muted. It was on the corner of Lexington and Apple when I encountered the Prophet. That was a self-styled name, of course; he was really just an escaped lunatic with a fondness for fine wines, postmodern poetry, and random screaming. Even now, he was screaming, his vocal chords bleating a message about the end of the world. Everyone but me knew that this was his customary activity Tuesday night: to scream about how the government planned to turn the city into the world’s largest zombie preserve. Most citizens of that city had heard the Prophet’s ramblings enough to point out all of the inconsistencies in that message, but I had never heard it before. At least, I didn’t think I had. I wasn’t really in a position to know. It was as I stood there, rapt, wrapped and shivering in a snowy shroud, that he turned toward me. “And that over there is the aerie for the flying zombies.” I nodded, quite the sophisticate. Why, had I a monocle or a top hat on me, I would have put them on, let me tell you! But I didn’t. Perhaps that offended the Prophet, because he suddenly lifted his Doomsday sign and began to beat me with it. I begged for him to stop, but all he did was laugh—laugh, and poor a bottle of fine Amontillado all over my jacket. The nerve! He then told me he would stop, if only I were the owner of a Wacom Graphire 4. I reached into my pockets, desperate, but no Wacom was to be found. And the prophet began beating me again. I woke up from the coma with a frostbitten nose four days later, smelling of drink and remembering little other than that I was punched out by a zombie because I didn’t have a Wacom. I beg of you all, don’t let this happen to me again! Also, um, what city is this? |
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Fresh Meat Joined: Thu Oct 08, 2009 1:01 am Posts: 2 |
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Precarious wrote: I woke up from the coma with a frostbitten nose four days later, smelling of drink and remembering little other than that I was punched out by a zombie because I didn’t have a Wacom. I beg of you all, don’t let this happen to me again! Wow, that was a long story. **cough cough** oh, sorry. My all over cancer is acting up. |
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Fresh Meat Joined: Sat Sep 19, 2009 1:00 am Posts: 5 |
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lol, I VOTE FOR ANIM8TOR!!
you won me over with the name Little Scotty Tenorman. Thats funny! |
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King of the potato people
Joined: Sat Feb 04, 2006 3:07 am Posts: 109 Location: MD, USA |
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is there anyway to block the competition sub-forum off to people who have been here for a while? it seems as though people get on here and their first posts are at a compo, then probably never come back again...
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Not-so-Evil Overlord
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