Simply put, copy down your donation reward stories in this thread if you want to release them to the public. I know there was a thread for this a while back or something, but I searched and I can't seem to find it so let's start a new one. I know the first reply is going to be "This is the old thread right here in this link, easily found. You suck." but I don't care.
Crayon art recievers can put pictures of their stuff here too, I guess. That's a bit more difficult.
The first donation from a couple years ago, just randomly I think:
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The wicked queen gazed into her mirror. Her beauty was known
throughout the world. But when the sun went down it was a different
story. Already, the shadows were lengthening. As she watched in grim
fascination her teeth grew into sharp fangs, her soft skin grew tight
and stretched over wiry muscle, and her eyes turned as black as
midnight on a starless winter. The servants knew not to trouble the
queen at night, but one day, things changed.
Young squire Milken was hassled and flustered. His master, Lord
Veldir, had intentions of calling on the queen, but she was always
surrounded by petitioners and other nobles. It was Veldir’s plan to
send the squire to the queen’s quarters and deliver a special letter.
With great reluctance, the squire knocked upon the great wooden door.
The second donation from the animal donation drive (I sponsored the penguin, duh):
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“It’s late,” cried a gruff voice. “Come back in the morning!”
“But I’ve been waiting all night,” whined Milken. The squire looked
around him. It had starting raining an hour ago, cold and miserable.
The woods, where his master waited, were dark and menacing. Above him
was the Dark Tower, home to the queen of the night. It was
foolishness to be here, suicide even. Finally, the door opened,
revealing a chubby goblin.
“I’ll take that,” said the goblin.
“I’m to give the letter to queen myself,” pronounced Milken.
The goblin shrugged and together they made their way up the winding
stairs of the tower. The clouds were breaking, and sunlight poured
onto the tower, painting the sky a bloody red. Milken wiped the sweat
from his brow. He had heard stories of the queen and feared for his
life. The goblin smirked, and unlocked the door.
The third donation from a week or two ago, because I was cleaning out my email and I read over the two other parts and wanted a third:
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Milken entered the room cautiously. He saw finely crafted furniture,
dwarven no doubt, and many expensive paintings, but the first thing he
noticed was that there seemed to be a mirror on every exposed surface.
Through the maze of reflections he saw the image of a red-haired
woman, bending to blow out a candle.
She was magnificent as she approached him. Her black gown flowed
behind her, revealing the hard body of a dancer. Her sparkling eyes
never left his, her lips turned up in a mysterious smile.
"Veldir sends his regards," said Milken holding out the letter.
"Never mention his name again," said the queen of the night.
I'm going to have to request whatever story there was involving kobolds riding giant ground sloths, because that was my favorite.
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