1 Year on PimD Bento Giveaway

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Um this is a continuation of the essay that I have started. I edited two more stanzas but apparently it didn’t show idk what happened and now I can’t edit it anymore so I’m just using this the continue.
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To start of this avatar sucks I’m not gonna sugarcoat it’s the avatar that people mostly despise or eventually stop using as soon as they get something else. Everyday hundreds of people start of with this avatar. We take a look at it and we’re fine, we just started anyways. But as soon as we see other pretty avatars we want to change it so we find a way and eventually get another and instantly replace it. It’s sad that this avatar is never really appreciated, I know that this nothing really to appreciate. But there’s one thing that makes this character different from the rest. It’s that even the strongest players has it, if every player looks at their avatar list they will see this starter avatar. The beginning of their game. The first thing we had in this game. The thing that we would easily change in this game.

In conclusion I am fully aware that this avatar is less likely to be ones favorite in terms of strength, rareness or worth. I am not romanticizing this avatar by putting it in the spotlight. I just wanna say that maybe this avatar can be appreciated. It has been with us when we started it will still be with us until we stop. This special avatar that every single player has. The starter avatar

 

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Um this is a continuation of the essay that I have started. I edited two more stanzas but apparently it didn’t show idk what happened and now I can’t edit it anymore so I’m just using this the continue.
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To start of this avatar sucks I’m not gonna sugarcoat it’s the avatar that people mostly despise or eventually stop using as soon as they get something else. Everyday hundreds of people start of with this avatar. We take a look at it and we’re fine, we just started anyways. But as soon as we see other pretty avatars we want to change it so we find a way and eventually get another and instantly replace it. It’s sad that this avatar is never really appreciated, I know that this nothing really to appreciate. But there’s one thing that makes this character different from the rest. It’s that even the strongest players has it, if every player looks at their avatar list they will see this starter avatar. The beginning of their game. The first thing we had in this game. The thing that we would easily change in this game.

In conclusion I am fully aware that this avatar is less likely to be ones favorite in terms of strength, rareness or worth. I am not romanticizing this avatar by putting it in the spotlight. I just wanna say that maybe this avatar can be appreciated. It has been with us when we started it will still be with us until we stop. This special avatar that every single player has. The starter avatar.

 

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Um this is a continuation of the essay that I have started. I edited two more stanzas but apparently it didn’t show idk what happened and now I can’t edit it anymore so I’m just using this the continue.
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*end of the first stanza*


To start of this avatar sucks I’m not gonna sugarcoat it’s the avatar that people mostly despise or eventually stop using as soon as they get something else. Everyday hundreds of people start of with this avatar. We take a look at it and we’re fine, we just started anyways. But as soon as we see other pretty avatars we want to change it so we find a way and eventually get another and instantly replace it. It’s sad that this avatar is never really appreciated, I know that this nothing really to appreciate. But there’s one thing that makes this character different from the rest. It’s that even the strongest players has it, if every player looks at their avatar list they will see this starter avatar. The beginning of their game. The first thing we had in this game. The thing that we would easily change in this game.

In conclusion I am fully aware that this avatar is less likely to be ones favorite in terms of strength, rareness or worth. I am not romanticizing this avatar by putting it in the spotlight. I just wanna say that maybe this avatar can be appreciated. It has been with us when we started it will still be with us until we stop. This special avatar that every single player has. The starter avatar.

 

Oops um I’m so sorry it sent multiple times so sorry

 

*** Amorous Archer *** (I don't know how to put pictures)

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When an Angel by name Cupid cast His fiery dart,
He hits with deadly perfection,
Such enormity of love in His tender heart;

Of the love he wanted no part,
The past had enough disaffection,
When the Angel cast His fiery dart;

The change in his is world's apart,
His Joy's and woes, now, a new connection,
Such enormity of love in His tender heart;

Joy's immense when love is art,
Exchange of their hearts sweet confection,
When the Angel cast His fiery dart;

His pain so great, tear him apart,
He longs for His protection,
Such enormity of love in His tender heart;

His powerful love nothing can thwart,
He comforts without objection,
When the Angel cast His fiery dart,
Such enormity of love in His tender heart.

 

Avatar: Purim Beau.

http://imgur.com/VcyWhCu

The crackling fire was warm on his cooling face. The flames danced before him in a rhythm that lulled his mind. The oranges seemed to swirl around the yellows as if they were locked in a loving embrace. A hand came down on his shoulder, shaking him from the fires trance.
“It’s time” a voice mumbled.
Brown eyes turned up, and he blinked before sighing. Long legs rose and the fire crackled as if to say goodbye. Grabbing a warm fuzzy jacket made of fur, the two figures left.
The forest was dark at this time of night. the shadows played tricks on unsuspecting eyes.
“ We’re almost there” the voice from before said barley above a whisper.
The crunching of dead leaves under their feet reminded the boy exactly what was to come. With death comes new life.
the shadows started to fade as some figures came into view. they were dressed like him, dark with fur warming them from the cold night. A dark pit laid before the figures, empty, calling out to him.
The figures turned as they noticed his presence. The masks they wore hid their faces from view but he knew who they were.
“ Are you ready?”
The mask blocked the speakers lips from view. It sounded as if the voice who spoke was all around him. Consuming him.
“Yes” he breathed.
The cold caused some vapour to escape from his lips. A white cloud formed and disappeared just as quick as it came.
A figure walked towards him with an unclaimed mask in his hands. It was of a deer.
Reaching forward, he grabbed the offering. The mask was cool, just like the night. The figure stepped away, almost disappearing in the shadows. The mask slipped onto his face, fitting perfectly, like it was made for him.
He quickly remembered; it was.
The dark pit from before called out to him again. Seemingly calling his name. However, no words were ever said. No voice spoke, no sound made.
For a second there was nothing.
Then in a spark of light the pit rose full of flames! Dancing and crackling the fire was larger than anything he had ever seen. Surely if the face hadn’t been covering his face, everyone would have seen his shock.
The figures began to move in a circle around the newly burning fire. A soft chant leaving their hidden lips. The fire was calling to him again. Even with the figures chanting now, the fire was all he could hear. He took a step forward. A branch broke under his foot.
Another step now.
The chanting grew louder. He could feel the massive fires warmth on his face.
Another step.
The flames licked his cheek.
“come now my child” the fire crackled.
One last step.
The heat was overwhelming. The fire burned the fur off his back, the mask on his face melted as well. He felt his skin slowly melt, running down into the fires depths.
Then it all stopped. The fire was gone. The chanting had stopped.
He had passed. He was worthy.

 

Papinkie for the win 

 

So short or long?

Well, being English my second language and not having finished my studies, I'll take a chance, anyway. Posting soon.

 

The dreamster

The little girl was alone, always alone. No one would ever play with her. All she had to entertain herself was her own imagination. That's how it all started.
At the beginning, there were little and brief daydreaming episodes. Just pictures of herself with fantasy friends playing in the park, simple things like that.
Every day, every week, slowly and almost in an unnoticeable way, her dreams became bigger and more fantastic. From very short, unoriginal ones to being literally daydreaming the most creative and fantastic dreams all the time...
The girl turned into a woman, a very special one. She wouldn't fit society as it is, she wouldn't stand being constrained by prejudices, routine, a normal job, a standarized life. She was unique and needed something different.
In one occasion, while she was walking around her neighborhood, the woman found an old bicycle on a garage sale. She just knew it would be her treasure and her way to freedom. Without hesitation, the dreamster bought it.
The next day, she packed her essential things and hit the roads on her bike, heading nowhere and everywhere, heading where the wind blows, where her dreams leaded her to.
If you pay close attention, you might see her riding her bicycle in the night sky through the moonlight and the stars.

 

You’re all such good writers ?

 

Thank you! I lack vocabulary, but I try my best.

 

Hey, you said deadline is April 12th in the OP!!!! I just read this after posting :| .

 

Could I still enter?