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[IMG2="left"]http://www.notaddicted.com/images/woodshelf/turkey.gif[/IMG2][IMG2="right"]http://www.notaddicted.com/images/woodshelf/turkey.gif[/IMG2]Today is the first day of November, which kicks off the Holiday season! Hooray! This month we here at NotAddicted.com are holding a contest that we hope many people will participate in.



The Contest:

This will be a writing contest! Everyone is welcome to participate. There is no required format for your submissions, they can be poems, short stories, epic novels, ect. Here are the guidelines for your submission:

• Must have one Thanksgiving icon present (Pumpkin, Turkey, Indians)

• Must be on the topic of Video Games

• The icon of choice should say at least one word.

All submissions must be completed and submitted to this thread before November 20th. After which I will close this thread and a poll will be posted as to who you think the winner shall be. The winner of the contest, along with the runners up, will have their submission posted on our front page and will recieve an HONORARY NOT ADDICTED DOT COM WRITERS BADGE.

 

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My contribution:

"FOR THE HORDE!" he said,
but what does a turkey know?
he will still be food.

BONUS:
There once was a haflling named Dale,
who grew pumpkins outside of the Vale.
Then one rainy day,
a pumpkin did say,
"If only he knew a female..."

 

[Guest]

There once was a Orc named dave
who took a dead gnome whore to his cave
she'd only one tit and tasted like shit
but think of the money he saved

turkey gobble lootz

 

[eatenbyagrue]

My submission

On wednesday I will launch a game
Which will cause me a great deal of pain
The turkey and pumpkins
Won't stop me from plunking
80 hours into "lol" more of the same

 

[Mageyoulook]

The Paladin's Tale

There was a noble, brave young paladin
Who lived in Redridge, where he grew pumpkins.
One day he flew aboard a gryphon's back
To Stormwind while it was under attack.
The LocalDefense channel would not stop
Abusing his poor chat log, so he dropped
His fine intent of turning in a quest,
And chose to fill the hole within his chest.
He'd never seen a real live Orc, you see;
Despite his server's label ("PvP").
And so he asked, "Hey wheres it going down?"
To which the Allies answered, "In Old Town."
He saddled up his Warhorse, feeling bold
To ride his mount, which cost no hundred gold,
For paladins are faithful to the Light,
Which only helps the good guys in a fight.
In Old Town, he arrived with great dismay,
For Hordies had already passed this way.
Alliance corpses scattered on the ground,
And from them there arose a deathly sound.
"Rez plz" in purple text was asked of him,
So he dismounted, this fine paladin,
And casted his Redemption on the mage
Whose Frostbolt had provoked a Tauren's rage.
Mid-cast, to his surprise, a rogue unstealthed
And instantly took half the pally's health.
But our young hero went to pally school,
So he knew just the way to still look cool.
Divine Protection was the spell he chose
To guard himself against his evil foes.
He searched his backpack for something well-known
To save a pallies life (duh, his Hearthstone).
The rogue was forced to watch without great mirth
The paladin's pathetic bubble-hearth.
The moral of this story, you all see,
Is Paladins survive quite easily.
A steed is given them without a cost,
And bubble-hearths when they are at a loss.
So if you ever think that you can fool
A paladin while he is still mid-pull,
Then think again, for it is no one's right
To battle with a servant of the Light.

I chose to write it like this because I just finished studying the Canterbury Tales in English class, so I figured I'd write one of my own, iambic pentameter and all, nerdy as it is

 

[Unregistard]

i like eating pumpkin pie almost as much as i like killing digital monsters.