Well it seems to be that time of year, when people get into the “Christmas Spirit” of giving (no homo)

Its always nice to help those less fortunate, so heres the deal.

Before Christmas Eve, send me a tubmail with a reason of why you are most deserving of the Gift of Brownie Points. Make it a story. The story I find the most appealing (Fact or Fiction) will be declared the winner, and the author will wake up Christmas morning to 4 BP stuffed in their hypothetical stocking! All too simple.

Now for the Fine Print

-Everybody is welcome to submit a story, even if you don’t celebrate ChristmasLog in to see images!. (Im sure you guys can make up a story for the sake of not having to buy 4 BP)

-Limit one story per character (Preferably no alts, I will ignore messages blatant alt but)

-Stories can be sent between December 1 at 12:01 AM and December 23 at 11:59 PM (Eastern)

-I may or may not give out bonus BP for honorable mentions.

-I DO Accept bribes.

-I have bipolar disorder and it gets rather wonky during the holidays. This WILL influence how i vote, but not even I know how until the night of.

If i remember any other rules (Thought of this last month) I will post them but this is pretty much the gist of it. Good luck and Have Fun.

why do you specify you’re bipolar

we can’t do **** about it

You should make the contest only a week long, so you won’t have to trudge through hundreds of stories, only to end up either picking one at random, or the last one you read

It was a silent christmas eve, and all through the house, only the computer was stirring, though it had not a mouse, and on the screen, blaring in bright orange & white, a site called ForumWarz did shine through the night. So, Santa came down the chimney with care, wary of stockings that were hung around there. “What a tarnished tradition” he thought to himself, and soon his bag followed, tossed down by an elf. So, with presents he laid, a dozen or so, a X-Box for James, for doing so-so, a Barbie game for Suzie, and a new Mouse for Tommy, all silently placed, along with nine others, I failed to contemplate. So, soon he saw, the screen’s bright glare, now being Santa & all, he quickly wooshed there. The screen aglow, he clicked & clacked, checking the “accounts” on that browser-like game. He scratched his chin, he took a look around, he them harumphed, and chewed a cookie, for reasons unknown, as he made an account, SomeThingFilledWithSnow, he sent 10 BP, to everyone there, that he felt they deserved, with nary a care, for even being Santa, he knew them all well, for he had checked his list thrice, and boy was it “hell”. Soon he logged out, making sure to delete, any pbumword he may have decided to keep, he deleted the history of him being there, and wooshed up the chimney, his bag, with care. That morning, when the children awoke, all of them awestruck, but not for the presents aloaf, but for the 10 BP, sitting on screen, that said, and I quote,” Happy Halloween, I mean Christmas!”

Leos Vor Handlebles Posted:

It was a silent christmas eve, and all through the house, only the computer was stirring, though it had not a mouse, and on the screen, blaring in bright orange & white, a site called ForumWarz did shine through the night. So, Santa came down the chimney with care, wary of stockings that were hung around there. “What a tarnished tradition” he thought to himself, and soon his bag followed, tossed down by an elf. So, with presents he laid, a dozen or so, a X-Box for James, for doing so-so, a Barbie game for Suzie, and a new Mouse for Tommy, all silently placed, along with nine others, I failed to contemplate. So, soon he saw, the screen’s bright glare, now being Santa & all, he quickly wooshed there. The screen aglow, he clicked & clacked, checking the “accounts” on that browser-like game. He scratched his chin, he took a look around, he them harumphed, and chewed a cookie, for reasons unknown, as he made an account, SomeThingFilledWithSnow, he sent 10 BP, to everyone there, that he felt they deserved, with nary a care, for even being Santa, he knew them all well, for he had checked his list thrice, and boy was it “hell”. Soon he logged out, making sure to delete, any pbumword he may have decided to keep, he deleted the history of him being there, and wooshed up the chimney, his bag, with care. That morning, when the children awoke, all of them awestruck, but not for the presents aloaf, but for the 10 BP, sitting on screen, that said, and I quote,” Happy Halloween, I mean Christmas!”

READ THE FINE PRINT:

dobnits Posted:

-Stories can be sent between December 1 at 12:01 AM and December 23 at 11:59 PM (Eastern)

Leos Vor Handlebles Posted:

Post that pretty much follows none of the rules

Did you even read the rules?

Deaths-Mbumacre Posted:

fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff

welp, generichaxor is the winner!

Thanks to all three of you who entered.