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Justified wrote on 2010-08-16 13:02
Quote from Chocobo;127443:
I need one because Chocobos dont have money. Their owners do though.
But chocobos can fly. And run fast. And walk on water. And dig tunnels. And heal MP. And stampede your enemies. And eat enough Gysahl Greens to grow fat with an enormous inventory.
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Byte wrote on 2010-08-16 13:09
Because I have 4k NX left over, and dont have the $ to get a card atm 3:
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Drifter wrote on 2010-08-16 19:38
My post was more of a parody than a request.
Anyways, Shironi or Sin seem like the ones who need it more.
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Andy-Buddy wrote on 2010-08-16 19:57
I need the nx because I'm sure you're lying.
But really, I'm out of money irl. Q-Q
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Knightmehre wrote on 2010-08-16 20:06
Quote from Bieber;126550:
Since I'm in a good mood and was originally gonna buy NX for my bestie irl who plays, but now is going to buy her own NX, this has freed a 10k NX card.
If you don't have one post here why you think you deserve one. If you're lying and have one, AND win good for you :2thumb:
Yup, real simple.
GO GO!
You have to get the 3.5k extra from surveys or summin. Cause I'm not gonna waste 20k. :P
Uh........-is posting so i can be entered in nation tv rollcall event- o3o.
I need nx cause uh.......you know im Asian so i obviously cant speak, read, or write english.
except those two lines and this line.....and all the posts ive written.
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Osayidan wrote on 2010-08-16 22:27
Because you like not being banned :thumb:
Also I don't need one.
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Moppy wrote on 2010-08-16 23:11
I live with my family of 13 mops. We are poor and starving and it's my sister's(Mopette's) birthday in a few days. She has gotten into Mabi recently and I'm sure an NX card will be the perfect present for her.
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Kazuni wrote on 2010-08-16 23:56
Quote from Moppy;127828:
I live with my family of 13 mops. We are poor and starving and it's my sister's(Mopette's) birthday in a few days. She has gotten into Mabi recently and I'm sure an NX card will be the perfect present for her.
Poor Mop.
Here's a photo of his sister:
[Image: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7zoSOTB7ImU/SrKfdjg2wgI/AAAAAAAAEC4/33HB3RPMY8s/s800/sponge_mop_pink.jpg]
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Hiccup wrote on 2010-08-17 00:35
I dun think anybodies worthy at this point XD;;;
I lol at those voting for people
Will announce winner tomorrow along with sending in the card code~
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Toujirou wrote on 2010-08-17 03:44
is it over? lol
i would like the nx cause to be frank im broke as a joke lol, i was actually tryin to do the surverys and stuff for nx but after about 20 surveys im at 3,498 nx lol
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Hiccup wrote on 2010-08-17 03:45
Not until I announce the winner tomorrow
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Chiri wrote on 2010-08-17 03:53
I should get it, because its my birthday.
No, really.
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Invertex wrote on 2010-08-17 04:37
I bet he's going to give the card to...
himself.
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David wrote on 2010-08-17 08:03
Before I moved to California, I lived in Dugald Aisle.
Everyone in Dugald knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident griffin. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and being loved.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he only had one eye, and where the other should have been there was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side; his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail had long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a gorgeous pure white color, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly they had the same reaction: "That's one UGLY griffin!"
All the children were warned not to touch him. The adults threw rocks at him, used Water Cannon when he got too close to their house, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you used Water Cannon on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw rocks at him, he would curl his lanky body up in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running and meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared tried to share his love with the neighbor's minibears. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my house I could hear his screams and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent that Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet, bloody circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could him him wheezing and gasping and could feel him struggling. I thought to myself that I must have been hurting him badly by moving him.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distant sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battle-scarred griffin was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little griffin could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside. It was time for me to move on and learn to love truley and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be rich, successful, well liked, beautiful...
But for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
tl;dr I need a new pet griffin. ;__;
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Knightmehre wrote on 2010-08-17 10:56
Quote from David;128504:
Before I moved to California, I lived in Dugald Aisle.
Everyone in Dugald knew who Ugly was. Ugly was the resident griffin. Ugly loved three things in this world: fighting, eating garbage, and being loved.
The combination of these things combined with a life spent outside had their effect on Ugly. To start with, he only had one eye, and where the other should have been there was a gaping hole. He was also missing his ear on the same side; his left foot appeared to have been badly broken at one time and had healed at an unnatural angle, making him look like he was always turning the corner. His tail had long since been lost, leaving only the smallest stub, which he would constantly jerk and twitch.
Ugly would have been a gorgeous pure white color, except for the sores covering his head, neck, and even his shoulders with thick, yellowing scabs. Every time someone saw Ugly they had the same reaction: "That's one UGLY griffin!"
All the children were warned not to touch him. The adults threw rocks at him, used Water Cannon when he got too close to their house, or shut his paws in the door when he would not leave.
Ugly always had the same reaction. If you used Water Cannon on him, he would stand there, getting soaked until you gave up and quit. If you threw rocks at him, he would curl his lanky body up in forgiveness. Whenever he spied children, he would come running and meowing frantically and bump his head against their hands, begging for their love. If you ever picked him up he would immediately begin suckling on your shirt, earrings, whatever he could find.
One day Ugly shared tried to share his love with the neighbor's minibears. They did not respond kindly, and Ugly was badly mauled. From my house I could hear his screams and I tried to rush to his aid. By the time I got to where he was laying, it was apparent that Ugly's sad life was almost at an end.
Ugly lay in a wet, bloody circle, his back legs and lower back twisted grossly out of shape, a gaping tear in the white strip of fur that ran down his front. As I picked him up and tried to carry him home I could him him wheezing and gasping and could feel him struggling. I thought to myself that I must have been hurting him badly by moving him.
Then I felt a familiar tugging, sucking sensation on my ear. Ugly, in so much pain, suffering and obviously dying, was trying to suckle my ear. I pulled him closer to me, and he bumped the palm of my hand with his head, then turned his one golden eye towards me, and I could hear the distant sound of purring. Even in the greatest pain, that ugly battle-scarred griffin was asking only for a little affection, perhaps some compassion.
At that moment I thought Ugly was the most beautiful loving creature I had ever seen. Never once did he try to bite or scratch me, or even try to get away from me, or struggle in any way. Ugly just looked up at me completely trusting in me to relieve his pain.
Ugly died in my arms before I could get inside, but I sat and held him for a long time afterwards, thinking about how one scarred, deformed little griffin could so alter my opinion about what it means to have true pureness of spirit, to love so totally and truly. Ugly taught me more about giving and compassion than a thousand books, lectures, or talk show specials ever could, and for that I will always be thankful.
He had been scarred on the outside, but I was scarred on the inside. It was time for me to move on and learn to love truley and deeply. To give my total to those I cared for.
Many people want to be rich, successful, well liked, beautiful...
But for me, I will always try to be Ugly.
tl;dr I need a new pet griffin. ;__;
/win.