Thanksgiving Contest

[Tieren]

Giving of Thanks
Celebration Contest

Welcome ladies and gentlemen, role-players of all ethnics, cultures and ages who have come to the great site of Naruto Forum Role-play. Here you are invited to celebrate through a fun loving contest for the upcoming holiday (Mostly celebrated in the United States) called Thanksgiving.

In honor of this holiday, we are bringing back the contest used last year (and most of it is still pretty much the same). We ask everyone to post what you are thankful for this Thanksgiving. What do you appreciate here and now? What are you happy about? What makes you feel alive and bliss? Yes this is a simple contest, however we do ask you to post in a more "artistic" way. What does this mean? Well write it in a poem, tell us a story, make a video response, draw a picture, show off GFX, or even post an audio blog. The choice and creativity is yours.

The rules:

• All Posts must be posted by the end of November 26th, Mountain Time Zone
  
• Nothing obscene or demoralizing. (Example: Can't be thankful someone isn't on the site.)
  
• Must follow the basic Site Rules. (Example: No Porn)
  
• Post has to be in some artistic form. Music, Drawing, Painting, Dance, Video, Animation, GFX, Poem, Story, etc. If its not in an artistic form, it won't count. I'll do my best to PM you if its not artistic enough so it can be edited.
  
• Beginning November 27th, Mountain Time Zone a voting process will take place for 5 days and will finish at the end of December 1st Mountain Time Zone. These votes will be PMed to a specific account of mine so they can be easily counted.

The Prizes

• 3rd Place: 10,000 Ryo
  
• 2nd Place: 15,000 Ryo
  
• 1st Place: 15,000 Ryo and a Free Scrap

Good Luck, Have fun, and show off your creative side!

[Kaito Takihashi]

A Great Deal of Friends
By
Kaito

There are may things I am thankful for

My family

My Dog

A room with a door.

My friends, though, receive the most thanks

From real life

To this site

For keeping me sane.

From Isley to Pink

Rabble and Mist

Jay and Heero

And all those I missed,

Thanks for helping me

Get through life

And making each day

That is filled with strife,

Making each one

Happy and gay.

[j]

~Giving Thanks to Baseball~

[style= border-left: 3px solid#befefe; padding: 10px] What is Jay thankful for this Thanksgiving? That's right, Baseball. America's pastime. First you might ask yourself, "what does a sport that I don't even like that much have to do with Thanksgiving?" Well, prepare your hearing holes, because I'm gladly going to share with you, the story of why I am thankful for Baseball.

I didn't always like baseball. It probably started when I was about nine. Twelve years ago, almost exactly. Towards the end of the summer that year, the Seattle Mariners were wrapping up an amazing season. It was the best year that the Mariners had ever had. In that single year, they had brought together almost all of the best players the Mariners ever had into one team. Alex Rodriguez, Edgar Martinez, Ichiro Suzuki, Jamie Moyer, Arthur Rhodes, Jay Buhner-

Well I could list their whole team, but I won't. Most of you won't even recognize their names. Let's just say it was a good team. That year, my step-father, who had not yet married my mother, took my family to several Mariners games, including one of the playoffs games that were hosted in Seattle that year.

I vividly remember my first Baseball experience. Well, actually I don't. The game is a blur to me, but I do remember the car ride home. My step-dad had gotten a hold of four tickets, so even though my sister didn't want to go with us, she got to go anyways. Since neither my sister or I understood baseball, and us being eight and nine years old respectively didn't have the patience, or energy to completely grasp the experience; we were tired. We were grumpy, and we had some kind of argument in the back seat. We were being unreasonably loud for such a small space, and after a while my step-dad told us told us to knock it off. He's a very stern man to this day, and us not knowing him very well yet contributed to the fact that we were both scared of him at the time.

Anyways, after he shushed us, I remember him looking in the rear-view mirror, probably to look at the cars behind him; but it actually appeared as if he was looking at me, making me even more scared. Needless to say, my first Baseball experience was not pleasant. It would have to wait a few more tries for me to really enjoy it.

After that, I got to go without my sister. She would go to a sleepover at her friends house or something, but I'd go with a friend, along with my parents, instead of her.

I remember arguing with my friend Brendan about which would win in a hitting competition, Ichiro or Boone. But then one day, I found out that I'd get the chance to play Baseball. The spring of the same year that the Mariners lost the playoffs to the Yankees, I got to play in a spring league just north of Seattle. It was probably one of the things that I looked forward to most when I was still young. At first I played Right Field, and didn't do particularly well. I had a lot of trouble just getting on base, and my teammates got mad at me for it. I was hitting against a pitching machine too, which just made it worse for me.

But my coach noticed something in me, and that's that I had a great arm. I could throw from outfield to home plate pretty accurately. Keep in mind though, that I was ten years old, and the field was about half the size of an actual baseball field. He switched me to catcher right away, and we actually did pretty well that season.

Next year, I got moved up to the next league, which actually has pitchers instead of a machine. As an eleven year old, I was excited to play with the bigger kids. I still couldn't get on base, and hitting against pitchers just made it worse. But then my taste in baseball started to change. I started liking the pitching aspect of the game more, and I really appreciated the effort and mechanics that are involved in becoming a great pitcher.

I quickly brought this up with my parents, and my step-dad signed me up with a pitching coach that a friend from work recommended. After doing a bunch of tests and looking at my hand, and showing the mechanics of throwing a baseball correctly, he said I had a lot of potential. He quickly gave me several stretches and exercises that I had to do every day. He didn't let me throw the ball at all, and I had to drop out of the league I was in. He even made me wear a tube on my arm so that I didn't hurt my arm, and to help with my posture.

After a few months, he looked at my posture, and my arm again, and he told me soon I'd be able to throw the ball. When I turned twelve, he started teaching me to long-toss. Which is basically just throwing the ball as hard and as far as you can over and over. The trick is to throw it accurately. At first I could only throw it about 100 feet, but that quickly went up to 150. My coach had me set up an open garbage can at one end of a park, and me at the other, and I'd throw it into the opening. After a few months of this I could get it in or close to the can almost every time.

When I was thirteen, my parents signed me up for the middle school baseball team, and I joined as a pitcher. My pitching coach taught me how to throw a fastball, but no other pitches. I didn't think I was going to do very well, but because of all the work my pitching coach had me do, I was actually able to throw the ball really fast for my age.

The team wasn't based on tryouts, so even though a person wasn't very good, they could make it onto the team. The coach really didn't want me to play, but he put me in after I begged him repeatedly. In about the fourth inning of the game, I was put in as relief, and the scene replays in my head like it was yesterday.

Stepping up to the plate, with my parents cheering for me, and everybody else dead quiet. The player for the other team stepped up to the plate, and I recall him looking at me as if I was nothing. I just wanted more than anything to stuff his smug face, so I put my all into the first pitch. All the concentration that a thirteen year old can muster, was forced into this throw; and boy did it leave an impression. Everybody was dead quiet. It was as if they'd seen a miracle. The ball went directly down the middle, and the hitter didn't even swing. All that effort had paid off, and I was so happy. We won the game, and my coach bought the team ice cream as a reward for playing so well.

After two years of middle school baseball, it was time for high school. I was surprised at how easily I made it to varsity even though I wasn't even a freshman yet. I don't think my parents had ever been more proud of me. I continued to practice every day. Doing the exercises that my pitching coach told me to do, as well as the cardio that my team coach had us do every day.

High school baseball was a flash. It seems like it went by so quickly, and I'm so happy with what I've done. I was the best pitcher in my school district, as well as the Seattle area, and I was offered as a very low pick to be drafted to the Oakland A's. My step-father convinced me not to, because the experience that you get in college is crucial to Major League playing.

I was already accepted to go to the University I attend now, on a full ride to play for their team, so it seemed like things worked out perfectly. However, soon after college started, my family started to change when it came to Baseball. My step-father wouldn't talk about it with me anymore, except to tell me that I'm wasting my life away, and my mother and sister were just as unsupportive. After an incident between myself and my step-fathers bosses daughter, I seem to have lost his "favor", and don't get to have very many nice conversations with him at all.

I've now played for my team for two and a half years, and it looks like a few Major League teams really have their eyes on me. However, my family really seems to think I've made a poor decision as for what to do with my life. I've loved baseball for as long as I can remember, and I'm probably going to continue with it for as long as I can regardless, but it's really upsetting. I'm not even going to celebrate Thanksgiving with my family because of this rift that has grown between myself and my family.

The only thing that really keeps me going is Baseball, and I'm so thankful for it. I really look forward to is this Spring, when the new season starts, and just like always, I'm going to give it my all. I hope you all have enjoyed reading my story, if you did read the whole thing. It's basically the story of my life.

~Jay [/style]

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[Draven]

I am thankful for my thoughts: I wrote this and it got published when I was 14 so 13 years ago-

Thinking is something you do when you're bored,
Thinking is something you haven't ignored,
Thinking made all the technology,
Thinking even made geography,
Thinking tells you weather the clouds are gray,
Thinking is the thing you do every day,
Thinking, sometimes could even give you a headache,
Thinking gets you nervous so your hands would shake.
Thinking could make you feel big and tall,
Thinking could tell you which friend to call,
Thinking can teach you how to use a butter knife,
Thinking is a large part of your life,
Thinking stays with you even when you get very old,
Thinking is better than even the purest of gold,
Thinking is something you should do a lot,
Thinking, remember starts with the smallest of thoughts.

-Phil, Age 14

I would not change anything in my life. When I dusted this poem off it reminded me of my past and how fortunate I was and how fortunate I am. I'm not rich, I'm not lucky, and surely life has not been easy, but its my life, and I am thankful for:

"I think therefore I am." -René Descartes-

[Wolf of the Falls]

I'm So Thankful For You

It's a beautiful feeling
To be loved by you
And I count myself lucky
I honestly do!

You make my life brighter
And richer by far
Simply by being
Just who you are!

Someone real special
I dearly love!
Someone who knows me
If anyone does!

I've got my good side
And bad side as well
I've had my triumphs
With hard times to tell

And you've stayed in my corner
All the way thru
What a treasure you are!
I'm so thankful for you!

[Hon]

I'm not going to give an artistic poem or give an elaborate long list, although this may seem corny i want to thank Heero and the Nfrp team.

Since joining the site my sentence structure and shockingly spelling has gotten a lot better. (probably because a lot of you are grammar Nazi's XD ) In all seriousness you guys have listened and more importantly put up with me when i was being annoying so many thanks.


Some may argue that this isn't artistic or fancy enough but there is nothing more beautiful, poetic or artistic in this world than the honest truth.

[dubcheck]

....

I'm thankful for my guitar....

...I was gunna say my dad but then he's been an iffy person in my life. I dislike my mom and she has disowned me since i came to this site. I can't say my sister because i have always been in her shadow...she has always gotten everything from my parents because she is blood related. I'm adopted, my biological mother was a crack head, and supposedly she fed me drugs as a kid? Or so I'm told by my foster parents who also have not talked to me since I went to prison.

My Girlfriend played a major part in me going to prison though my actions where my own. We where in a rough spot in life, and she had a kid from a previous bad relationship. But I came from a difficult household; a mother I couldn't reach to, and a father who stopped beating me with the belt at the age of six choosing to use his bare hands. My sister has never gotten a beating in her life, but she treats my parents like shit...talking to them in ways i only dreamed about in my tear shedden solitude after having been blacked out and having me teeth shred holes in my cheeks from being hit by someone who lifted weights his whole life, and had also grown up in a gang ridden neighborhood; where fighting was almost the only way to convey a message.

But yeah my gf left me to save herself, when my mom had abandoned me previously because she disapproved of me falling for a white women. So i ended up on the streets where I sold drug's to survive, and even got myself a room at a buddies house...more like someone I gave some drugs to so i could take over his household. I spent my free time trying to call her to the point of stalking, and she had to deal with the death of her dad...she grew up in a bad household too so her dad was like god to her. He died and she went through that mid life crisis that i guess we go through when family dies. I didn't understand then cause she broke my heart, and it got to the point that i snapped on everyone around me. My parents distanced from me cause i refused to ignore the pain of my heart, and so eventually i ended up in prison in a manner and memory i try to forget and say is not a part of my true character.

I spent two years in prison. From the ages 21 to 23 because i was sentanced after my birthday. That meant i spent september through january in the maximum of county jail. I got into some brutal fights during that part of my life. I learned how to hate other's just to protect myself. I broke someones skull with my bare hands for stealing coffee from me. I've seen someone get beaten near death and is now deaf. I've seen someone get stabbed in the neck with a flex pen. I've made a shank out of paper and id cards. I had gotten almost killed myself, suffering ironically the same skull concussion that i inflicted on another, by my best prison friend, over a non nude girly magazine. I spent a whole year and two months in a maximum security segragation unit, which is that shit you see in movies where yer in a concrete colorless room with only a toilet and blanket and a concrete slab with a 2 inch thin mattress filled with cotten swab material.

I got out of prison promising myself to the cristian god I'd never be there or talk to my ex gf of three years. That was around may of this year...I shortly became a member of NFRP right out of prison. I learned to love Rpgs along time ago when i was a kid because it was a place i could go to get away from my dad and my real life as an adopted kid who knew not a maternal paternal bond with his own flesh and blood. Anyway yeah I was doing good in life. There's like grandma, mother of my dad...she pulled a 22 snub nose on me across her dinner table with my dad and uncle present because i flipped out when she told me to admit i was gay. My dad told me to get the fuck away from him when i flipped and told her to shoot me. And my uncle? He choked me to unconsciousness over a shirt and pulled a knife on me a few times because he is the other black sheep in my family and has had it rough from my grand mother the way five had it from my dad.

Oh yeah, i started decorsating my room with stuff i worked for with my job, started partying hard and living that bachelor 20 yr old life i was supposed to when i got out of prison. Masaaki might recall periods i would just disappear from the bored, like on weekends andstuff...thats because i was out with my money getting drunk with chicks at parties meant for other 20 yr old bachelors. I was living it up, and i met one friend...my best friend like a brother cause he didnt judge me for my life and he has had it hard too. Anyway...My mom got jealous and didn't like my responsible partying bachelor life. She wanted my sister to have utter freedom to be herself, and she hated that i was making more money then her and going out partying, handling house chores, gaining friends, and hooking up with three alternate Girlfriends...Even I admit it kinda made my sister look...kinda lame.

She also had a reputation for being physically fit, running this five mile track and stuff. But then i started going and i like...had a prison worthy body and workout regimen and i think overshadowing that made her depressed...like manically. My sister doesn't have the type of..."strength" and spirit that i have, or the willingness to compete in sibling rivalry with someone whos had it as hard as me. Because she doesn't know what it's like to cry tears you've held in for years...tear's that make you raise yer fists at your own mother...tear's that make you run at yer sister and throw a punch inches to the window at her face shattering it then grabbing her by the neck and shouting in her face that you'll kill her...

Anyway...Yeah so I got disowned and kicked out the house. Went to stay at my grandmas...but then she is old and senile yet still threatens at random to get her gun and blow my head off for simply talking to a girl on my own cellphone with minutes i payed for outside. That's because she envies watching a generation of freedom and luxury that she never had and is far too old to even try...she can't even walk. And then my uncle is waiting for her to just...die so he can try and take the house...but the story has been going on for so long that everything I've been through gives me the third eye wisdom enough to see how that will play out...

So I left like three months ago after a short run away where i went and lived with my best friend who has a step dad who was helping him with somewhere to stay cause we kinda got the ability to ring him chiks that he just pays for. But...then the step dad of his started trying to steal from both of us to support his habits and I knew how that story ends too...with me breaking laws er some shit crazy like that. So...with no where to go, with heavy spirit's and debating on turning the thug mode back on, I picked up my phone and just left back to my girlfriend who had not contacted me all this time until right before getting out of prison.

I came out to the boonies where she now lives and i too, only to find that its a plot of land where like...basically a family of four eh...five families are kinda trying to mooch and suck the life out of each other? Cause the oldest family on the land has a nice big house but they are in bad health...so like...I...With the broader knowledge of life experiences after being through things these people only watch on tv am able to see through these like...easy low life schemes. And sadly...even my Gf iis kinda suckering into it all. But I empathize with her efforts because I know her. And she knows me, and knows that by keeping me out here, that like..she has a sort of...family security. Cause her brother is married to one of the women so like...really two of the familes out here are kinda one big one.

But thats just some present day bullshit that I stay away from...It's what goes on while I'm sitting on this laptop all day. Oh...my job you say? Oh well I tried to manage three times a way to commute from here to there but that is a distance of like...a two hour drive. so after the third time...where my Gf refused to help me find a ride, and no one could drive even though they all immediately left for that day into town, I now have no job. I sit here after the entire weight of my past...I have no identity, realistically no family, no friends as i cant get into town to see my one and only friend, no freedom, no life, a handful of clothes which she kept since before i went to prison like 2 and some change years ago...no suitcase...no nothing, a kid thats not mine that hates me for being here cause she is growing up under a hard childhood with split parents and like almost no possesions herself. I have a mother who is like the devil to me, a father who is my god whom i both love and hate because he has been there my whole life and also been the most detrimental in my life. A bunch of problems...These like...Username identities on a Japanese anime fantasy forum that like...sit on here for hours a day with me and like give me a hard time about things which someone like me can't comprehend in the same seriousness as they...Trolling me at times, busting ballas fer "Rules" and stuff...a sad realization that I cling to these rules and people because this fantasy world of typing and completely fabricated thought's put into word format's is infinitely better then any part, day, time, or memory of my real life...EXCEPT!!!








My Guitar...My Acoustic six-string rogue...You see, My dad realized before i got kicked out by my mother. he took me for a drive through the neighborhoods he grew up in when he was young. We talked of things...of the things that i always kept to myself and the things he saw in me as i grew up. We talked of the beatings, I talked of my mother, I talked of what i felt after beatings, about prison, he talked to me about how he at times hated the family himself and about how he has lived unfulfilled in his life too. He told me about how he and my mom fight all the time and me and my sister never see it. We talked about my grandma and why he married my mom. Then we talked about my sister...who is a musical genius and goes to a musically gifted highschool, and why they bought her a huge like expensive ass piano and how they took MY COLLEGE funds to help pay for her schooling. He talked about how they decided it would be realistically more effective use of money. He explained how when i was in prison they had taken a hard look at my aging and applied edits through that time and my whole life in order to know what to do and what not to do to my sister. He explained how at this stage in the "GAME of LIFE" that he couldn't provide an argument to my mother kicking me out because honestly they still yearned to kick us both out and live there last days on the fruits of their labour. He told me how it ISN'T all good for my sister and how he doesn't connect to her because he himself has had a hard life and can't see the math that equates her simple happiness or the value of things she thinks are serious problems.

We drove to my grandma's house i spoke of already. I had my clothes and he gave me some money, a pack of smokes and told me he knows how rough the place was gunna be, and how hard life is at times and that it will not stop no matter how you live. But he did have a guitar when i was in prison, and he told me how it was the one way he escaped everything and ignored the bs of "People". I had started playing a bit in prison...and when I got out, I began playing his. That six string acoustic rogue that I have sitting right beside me now. And that...That guitar alone, he gave to me so that I could always no matter what in this life, have something to pour my soul into. When thing's get hard, when i think of the past, when i watch the shady people aroud where i live, when i see other naive criminal wanna bes in town, when my Gf's kid yells at me for staying on the computer all day and night cause she wants to get on and chat with some boys who i know are prolly feeding her some smooth talk while talking to four other chiks the same way, when people in cbox try to tell me the definition of a pimp in the hood, when staff tells me to show respect to someone who treats me unrespectably and i know i would have alot more to say and do in person, when i feel like i cant call my own parents for relief because of the distance between us and the mountains that make it hard to see them from afar...

I can just stop...tune evey one out, pick up that rogue...and just start strumming. I dont got to argue. or complain, or talk to someone or get a "Therapist" who will only tell me what i already know, without having the first hand knowledge of the things that ive been through. I just pick up my acoustic, and the pain inside me is sung through the guitar...I mean I'm not super good and stuff, but that's not the true nature of the guitar. you just play and what sounds good to you...to your soul...what HEALS you...what INSPIRES you...what TELLS you to keep going, and fight's the negative out your very being in a way that no one around you can. That's the meaning of the guitar.

And so...*Huggles guitar...* That is where I'm giving my thanks.

This is basically all of what I just said, when spoken through a guitar. Thank god for Jhon Butler's Ocean...No I can't play this xD

SPOILER: Click to show

UH, and yeah...I'll also give THANKS to anyone who doesn't go derping in after me talking about "Keep yer sob story outta here" or "Sux to be you dub" I get enough of that in Cbox sometimes.

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so... something we're thankful for?

THAT'S EASY





I'M THANKFUL FOR

FINE ASS BITCHES

[Flower]

I am Thankful For...

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I am thankful for the white beaches of Daytona, and the smell of salt that invades the air. But more than that, I'm thankful for the feel of a good wave as it hits your body and pushes you across the sea, riding on a board.

I am thankful for all the people, and all the opportunities.

I am thankful for every time I've rode a skateboard, because those are the moments that I'll remember forever. More than that, I'm thankful for the man who gave me a skateboard for free because he had an extra one. He helped me shape my life.

I am thankful for the world, because there have been times when it has really helped me out.

Perhaps most of all I'm thankful for the decisions I've made. Over time I've made a lot of mistakes. I've mistaken school and education as the most important thing in life, I've mistaken certain people as important, and I've made mistakes about living without passion. However, I can say that this year I have lived with passion. I have done created stories for myself. And I have made decisions that have allowed my creativity to flow.

And soon I will be thankful for the love of my life. When I'll be able to run my fingers through her hair, and tell her that I love her. When I can kiss her every morning, and take her out in the ocean with me. When we can lay together on the beach under the stairs drinking wine. And when we can get married with all of our friends and family.

I am thankful.

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[Tieren]

You have the rest of Today and Tomorrow to keep posting your entries.

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I'm thankful for turtles.

Turtles are motherfucking awesome. One, they don't care. Wolf eating me? Guess I'll just walk slowly away. They are like the Honey Badgers badass uncle.

Just like the shark, mother nature got these mofo's right the first time. Turtles chilled with the dinosaurs, and the cavemen drew pictures of them. This also goes to show that turtles>Velociraptors, because whatever took out the dinosaur's didn't even give 'em pause. Prolly cause they just hid in their shell.

Third, if the nuclear holocaust happens, they'll turn into this, or maybe this. You can take your double-barrel shotgun, and shove it up your ass. Turtles turn into ninjas.

Oh yeah. And they have a book, saying exactly how they are so goddamned awesome.


Don't like 'em? Turtles don't give a fuck.

[rabble']

Honestly, I'm probably the most thankful for music. Listening to the right songs can help lift my spirits up or calm me down or hype me up, or whatever the hell else I feel like I need at the moment. Now, I'll admit I'm not exactly thankful for the same things that are in these lyrics, but right now it's my favorite song and makes me smile every time I listen to it. The song:

ps. Hover over where it says "In this Moment Blood" and the hand gif at the bottom, but be warned that it may not work in some browsers. Also, the first one doesn't always show up where it's supposed to. If it pops above this text, it'll move back down if you leave your cursor over it a few seconds, at least it does for me.
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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style,width:450px; max-height:400px; position:relative; z-index:2; background:#290000; text-transform:lowercase; color:#410000; text-align:justify; border:1px solid #410000; outline: 2px solid #290000;] [classy=bloodintro] [/classy] I love you for everything you ever took from me I love the way you dominate and you violate me I love you for every time you gave up on me I love you for the way you look when you lie to me I love you for never believing in what I say I love you for never once giving me my way I love you for never delivering me from pain I love you for always driving me insane [classy=bloodoutro] [/classy] I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me I hate you for every time you ever bled for me I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me I hate you for never taking control of me I hate you for always saving me from myself I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge I hate you for every good word you ever said Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, shut your dirty dirty mouth I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, I'm a dirty dirty girl I wanna feel sane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, shut your dirty dirty mouth I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, I'm a dirty dirty girl I wanna feel sane I love you for everything you ever took from me I love the way you dominate and you violate me I love you for every time you gave up on me I love you for the way you look when you lie to me I love you for never believing in what I say I love you for never once giving me my way I love you for never delivering me from pain I love you for always driving me insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, shut your dirty dirty mouth I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, I'm a dirty dirty girl I wanna feel sane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, shut your dirty dirty mouth I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, I'm a dirty dirty girl I wanna feel sane Oh god I hate you, I hate you, I love, love, love Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, shut your dirty dirty mouth I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, I'm a dirty dirty girl I wanna feel sane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, shut your dirty dirty mouth I'm not that insane Blood, blood, blood pour more through my veins, I'm a dirty dirty girl I wanna feel sane I hate you for every time you ever bled for me

[Tieren]

The Entries are now closed and Voting will begin immediately.

All votes must be PMed to the following account

narutoforumrp.proboards.com/index.cgi?action=viewprofile&user=eagle

Any votes sent to my Staff account or any other account of mine will not be counted, and you will not be told to send it elsewhere. To prevent people from voting in this thread, it will be locked until voting is complete. You have until the end of December 1st, Mountain Standard Time, to send in your votes. On December 2nd, I'll count up the votes and post the winners.

Let the voting begin!

[Tieren]

Voting is officially over. 7 people cast their votes, and the following list the winners of the respective prizes.

In first place, winning 15,000 Ryo AND a Free Scrap... With 3 Votes... Vel!

In second place, winning 15,000 Ryo... With 2 Votes... Maasa!

In third place, winning 10,000 Ryo... With 1 vote... ITS A TIE! Jay and Rabble both win!

Please post after this stating which account you would like your winnings to go on.

[Kiyoshi]

I'll take the 10k on this account. This is rabble.

[¯\_(ツ)_/¯]

ohey. I won. Ryo here please.

[Deleted]

oh hey this account thx