Post by Lady on Apr 21, 2015 12:25:59 GMT -5
EWM PRIZES!
Here are the prizes to the following participants.
The FREE EVO is an instant evolution for ONE Pokemon.
The MOVE DISK PACK requires that you post in this thread with which combination of five move types you are taking (TM/HM, Natural, Tutor). You must then update your inventory to match.
12 Prompt Packs to Josh Dragomir, Hanelli, Zernebog Romanov
x1 Free Evo for ANY ONE Pokemon (Either Initial or Final, but not both)
x5 Move Disk Pack
x2 Gender Bent Candies
3 Prompt Packs to Sylvie, Dracken, Novel Lettlin
x1 Candy Toward a Single Evo Battle
Participation to Sage, Rhafiel Diederich, @jax
x1 Genderbent Candy
The FREE EVO is an instant evolution for ONE Pokemon.
The MOVE DISK PACK requires that you post in this thread with which combination of five move types you are taking (TM/HM, Natural, Tutor). You must then update your inventory to match.
12 Prompt Packs to Josh Dragomir, Hanelli, Zernebog Romanov
x1 Free Evo for ANY ONE Pokemon (Either Initial or Final, but not both)
x5 Move Disk Pack
x2 Gender Bent Candies
3 Prompt Packs to Sylvie, Dracken, Novel Lettlin
x1 Candy Toward a Single Evo Battle
Participation to Sage, Rhafiel Diederich, @jax
x1 Genderbent Candy
EWM SHOWCASE!
Josh Dragomir - Prompt #8
BREAKING NEWS: Palpitoad Licking Is Good For Your Health!
Studies have begun to show that a sizable amount of people have begun using a quote on quote “substitute drug” known as “The Palpitoad” which induces a healthy high from licking the skin of a Palpitoad that supporters promise will improve your health dramatically!
“I haven’t felt this good in years!” Stated a Palpitoad user as he scratched the warts growing on his face with one hand and mashing a handful of Pidgeotto Chips into his talking mouth with the other. “Palpitoad is the way to go!”
The man who popularized this method of healthy high, who asked to only be identified as Pope I-Toad, was asked to comment. “Palpitoad is the way to go! It is the healthy high of the future!” He would exclaim as his body shook and jittered, and his eyeballs ran wild in their sockets.
Pope declined to comment when asked just how this “Palpitoad” improved people’s health, instead referring to the reporters as “Nonbelievers” and saying to “Praise The Toad”.
Pokemon Rights Activists are reportedly sharpening their Poke-Pitchforks.
Studies have begun to show that a sizable amount of people have begun using a quote on quote “substitute drug” known as “The Palpitoad” which induces a healthy high from licking the skin of a Palpitoad that supporters promise will improve your health dramatically!
“I haven’t felt this good in years!” Stated a Palpitoad user as he scratched the warts growing on his face with one hand and mashing a handful of Pidgeotto Chips into his talking mouth with the other. “Palpitoad is the way to go!”
The man who popularized this method of healthy high, who asked to only be identified as Pope I-Toad, was asked to comment. “Palpitoad is the way to go! It is the healthy high of the future!” He would exclaim as his body shook and jittered, and his eyeballs ran wild in their sockets.
Pope declined to comment when asked just how this “Palpitoad” improved people’s health, instead referring to the reporters as “Nonbelievers” and saying to “Praise The Toad”.
Pokemon Rights Activists are reportedly sharpening their Poke-Pitchforks.
Hanelli - Prompt #11
“Y’know, I’m actually nervous…”
“What’re you fretting about? You’ll be fine! Trust me! That’s just nerves! You’ll do just fine on your driving exam. When you get back here after it’s all done, let’s go out and celebrate, okay?!”
“W-well… if you say so. S-sure.”
The purple-haired young woman then began looking around rather shiftily, before glancing once again at her blonde-haired, deep crimson-eyed companion; it was at this point he’d flashed her a thumbs-up; before folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the lamp post; with full intention of waiting for his companion to return. As Rachel opened the door of the vehicle, she was feeling all kinds of nervous—what if she hit the clutch wrong? What if she pressed on the gas too early? Would all the hours of nervous cramming with Walter go out the window? She was afraid of failing, that much was certain.
“What’re you waiting for, Miss Zwingli? Get behind the wheel and let’s go. I only have an hour for your test, and there are other candidates waiting for their turn. So hurry up,” the instructor barked from the passenger seat, and she was caught out of her reverie. “O-oh, sorry there, sir,” she apologized with a sheepish tone in her voice as she then quickly slid inside the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. Back outside, Walter could only chuckle at the outburst—oh, that brought him back to his own days in driving school. “Good luck,” he called out to the vehicle, which was now speeding away from the spot where it had been parked.
Back at where Rachel was now seated in the car, she could feel her palms getting all sweaty and tense; and the instructor was busy taking down notes on the clip board he was carrying with him. “Now, please demonstrate a proper turn,” he barked at her, and the absent-minded woman was snapped out of her thoughts. “Oh, s-sorry. Right away, sir,” she began, fiddling around with the stick that jutted out on the side of where the steering wheel was, and she then rolled down the window in order to make the appropriate hand signal as well.
The car then lurched forward, before it had taken a sharp turn, and the instructor just looked at her stonily as she struggled to maneuver the car into a proper left turn. The wheels screeching against the road sounded too loud in her ear; and in a fit of panic, she’d stepped on the gas instead of the clutch!
“Miss Zwingli, what on earth are you doing, you’re not slowing down; instead you’re speeding up! Stop the car this instant—“ was all the words the instructor got out before the car they were in skidded out of control; accelerated forward by Rachel’s moment of panic. “Sir! I’m trying, but…. The gas pedal seems to be jammed!”
“Well, hit the brakes!” the instructor screamed as the car continued to pick up speed—before reaching the crest of a tall hill. Rachel then quickly tried to apply pressure on the brakes, but all the color in her face drained as the brake clicked uselessly, no matter how hard she tried. “S-Sir…” she got out, before the car hurtled down the steep hill that they were driving, spiraling out of control…
“What’re you fretting about? You’ll be fine! Trust me! That’s just nerves! You’ll do just fine on your driving exam. When you get back here after it’s all done, let’s go out and celebrate, okay?!”
“W-well… if you say so. S-sure.”
The purple-haired young woman then began looking around rather shiftily, before glancing once again at her blonde-haired, deep crimson-eyed companion; it was at this point he’d flashed her a thumbs-up; before folding his arms across his chest and leaning against the lamp post; with full intention of waiting for his companion to return. As Rachel opened the door of the vehicle, she was feeling all kinds of nervous—what if she hit the clutch wrong? What if she pressed on the gas too early? Would all the hours of nervous cramming with Walter go out the window? She was afraid of failing, that much was certain.
“What’re you waiting for, Miss Zwingli? Get behind the wheel and let’s go. I only have an hour for your test, and there are other candidates waiting for their turn. So hurry up,” the instructor barked from the passenger seat, and she was caught out of her reverie. “O-oh, sorry there, sir,” she apologized with a sheepish tone in her voice as she then quickly slid inside the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut. Back outside, Walter could only chuckle at the outburst—oh, that brought him back to his own days in driving school. “Good luck,” he called out to the vehicle, which was now speeding away from the spot where it had been parked.
Back at where Rachel was now seated in the car, she could feel her palms getting all sweaty and tense; and the instructor was busy taking down notes on the clip board he was carrying with him. “Now, please demonstrate a proper turn,” he barked at her, and the absent-minded woman was snapped out of her thoughts. “Oh, s-sorry. Right away, sir,” she began, fiddling around with the stick that jutted out on the side of where the steering wheel was, and she then rolled down the window in order to make the appropriate hand signal as well.
The car then lurched forward, before it had taken a sharp turn, and the instructor just looked at her stonily as she struggled to maneuver the car into a proper left turn. The wheels screeching against the road sounded too loud in her ear; and in a fit of panic, she’d stepped on the gas instead of the clutch!
“Miss Zwingli, what on earth are you doing, you’re not slowing down; instead you’re speeding up! Stop the car this instant—“ was all the words the instructor got out before the car they were in skidded out of control; accelerated forward by Rachel’s moment of panic. “Sir! I’m trying, but…. The gas pedal seems to be jammed!”
“Well, hit the brakes!” the instructor screamed as the car continued to pick up speed—before reaching the crest of a tall hill. Rachel then quickly tried to apply pressure on the brakes, but all the color in her face drained as the brake clicked uselessly, no matter how hard she tried. “S-Sir…” she got out, before the car hurtled down the steep hill that they were driving, spiraling out of control…
Zernebog Romanov - Prompt #2
Despair
In the deep darkness
Where even stars have gone out
Where should I go now?
Love Lost
If you ever smile
Whenever you have a dream
Please remember me
Anxiety
Tick tock goes the clock
Always ticking and ticking
I wish it would stop.
In the deep darkness
Where even stars have gone out
Where should I go now?
Love Lost
If you ever smile
Whenever you have a dream
Please remember me
Anxiety
Tick tock goes the clock
Always ticking and ticking
I wish it would stop.
Sylvie - Prompt #5
This was the end.
An age rushing past them,
paper doves and music notes,
the sweet pink blooms of the garden,
the voices, so sure,
curling through the air like smoke
and vanishing-
Purified, sanctified,
memorialized in the halls of that house.
You might still hear them now,
the rooms empty but the song plays on.
The tips of angels' wings brushing
against the door stops,
the hushed laughter slipping,
careening around the corner,
the fairy buzz of the old lantern lights.
Nothing ever leaves, nothing ever lost.
Even when the gates closed,
the first night still hangs on them.
Even when the shutters are pulled
for the last time,
the scent of vanilla and fresh peaches
still summons the first day spring.
Even when the sheets are folded away
and the pages laid to rest,
the imprints of whispers still hang in the air.
There are worse things, you know,
than just a story ending.
It could have never been told.
An age rushing past them,
paper doves and music notes,
the sweet pink blooms of the garden,
the voices, so sure,
curling through the air like smoke
and vanishing-
Purified, sanctified,
memorialized in the halls of that house.
You might still hear them now,
the rooms empty but the song plays on.
The tips of angels' wings brushing
against the door stops,
the hushed laughter slipping,
careening around the corner,
the fairy buzz of the old lantern lights.
Nothing ever leaves, nothing ever lost.
Even when the gates closed,
the first night still hangs on them.
Even when the shutters are pulled
for the last time,
the scent of vanilla and fresh peaches
still summons the first day spring.
Even when the sheets are folded away
and the pages laid to rest,
the imprints of whispers still hang in the air.
There are worse things, you know,
than just a story ending.
It could have never been told.
Dracken - Prompt #1
When it came into view, it was breath taking. The canyon opened up and revealed the treasure that sat inside. In the middle sat a lone tree. It looked incredibly small compared to the canyon walls, but it was much larger than what one would think. Upon closer inspection, the gorgeous tree was actually quite large. It stood well over twenty feet tall. The branches inched out from the center and it looked as though they were trying to touch the walls around them. No one couldn't really blame them. The walls around them were much taller and seemed to paint a background scenery for the lone, icy tree. They were a clear blue and showed a blurry image of the outside world. Even the sun that shined through the walls was tinted with a blue color. On the top of the canyon was a thin layer of snow. Occasionally, a wind would rush through and smooth out the snow, drifting it to one side and making it appear as though it was paint instead of snow. But this was simply one half of the picture. While the scenery around the tree was amazing in itself, the tree itself was a sight to behold.
There was nothing else around it, only ice and snow. It stood directly in the center of the canyon, as if the canyon built itself around it. The bark that was once wood and moss was now pure white ice. The branches were large and thinned out towards the end, reaching towards the canyon walls and aiming to touch the sky. The clear branches held no leaves or moss, leaving only the veins and the center of the trees. However, unlike the bark, the branches were colored blur. White faded into blue from the beginning of the branches. From afar, it looked as though the canyon itself had veins inside. But this was merely an illusion. The clear white bark blended in with the white and blue background.
The wind blew through again and drifted the snow down off the canyon wall. The sun light hit the tree and caused the branches to sparkle and come to life. As one would stare at this beautiful sight, a thought would cross one's mind. How did a sight like this ever come to be? Was it a beautiful story, or a tragedy?
There was nothing else around it, only ice and snow. It stood directly in the center of the canyon, as if the canyon built itself around it. The bark that was once wood and moss was now pure white ice. The branches were large and thinned out towards the end, reaching towards the canyon walls and aiming to touch the sky. The clear branches held no leaves or moss, leaving only the veins and the center of the trees. However, unlike the bark, the branches were colored blur. White faded into blue from the beginning of the branches. From afar, it looked as though the canyon itself had veins inside. But this was merely an illusion. The clear white bark blended in with the white and blue background.
The wind blew through again and drifted the snow down off the canyon wall. The sun light hit the tree and caused the branches to sparkle and come to life. As one would stare at this beautiful sight, a thought would cross one's mind. How did a sight like this ever come to be? Was it a beautiful story, or a tragedy?
Novel Lettlin - Prompt #1
He stood tall and strong, a shadow looming over all that approached. Yet also lonely, by himself, a single great guardian with no peer. Time spoke of wear, spoke of age. Gnarled, twisted like an old man's hand. Reaching for the sky in a desperate, still agony of time. Worn and naked, brown-black skin would grown no more, shed no more. Caught in some endless scream, a last attempt to flee from the prison. Frozen forever in the pained expressions. He would forever rest where he was, knowing what he knew. No more amber blood flowed though his veins, golden life of the young and vital. He was dead.
He stood tall and strong, and he had seen many things. Lovers under flush fingers, when he was still but a young man, stealing kisses in the cool shade. Winds and rain beating down on his bare back, pulling his very life off of his body, swirling them in the air so they would litter the ground with vibrant greens. He laughed though the pain when the axe struck his side, only to become stuck. He wore it as a badge of honor until he grew, wrapped himself around it so only the handle could show. He cried when the lightning struck, thick gooey tears around the wound. It took years to heal, but still left him with a scar. But none of that mattered now, because he was dead.
He stood tall and strong, daring the sands of time to sway him. Death had ravaged him, forced his body to become infertile and ugly. Life still found him, even in death, and for that he was grateful. Nests littered him like crowns, cradling the future in them. Animals tangled in his exposed feet, seeking shelter there. Occasionally, the lovers would still come, making new life under him. He was dead, but a dead tree is not hopeless.
He stood tall and strong, and he had seen many things. Lovers under flush fingers, when he was still but a young man, stealing kisses in the cool shade. Winds and rain beating down on his bare back, pulling his very life off of his body, swirling them in the air so they would litter the ground with vibrant greens. He laughed though the pain when the axe struck his side, only to become stuck. He wore it as a badge of honor until he grew, wrapped himself around it so only the handle could show. He cried when the lightning struck, thick gooey tears around the wound. It took years to heal, but still left him with a scar. But none of that mattered now, because he was dead.
He stood tall and strong, daring the sands of time to sway him. Death had ravaged him, forced his body to become infertile and ugly. Life still found him, even in death, and for that he was grateful. Nests littered him like crowns, cradling the future in them. Animals tangled in his exposed feet, seeking shelter there. Occasionally, the lovers would still come, making new life under him. He was dead, but a dead tree is not hopeless.
Rhafiel Diederich - Prompt #2
Blue
The ocean of Nue
Always a pretty deep blue
But never safest
Spring
The first day of spring
Violet flowers and grass
A joyous season
Sweets
Cupcakes, sugary sweet
chocolate chip cookies soft
peanut butter cups.
The ocean of Nue
Always a pretty deep blue
But never safest
Spring
The first day of spring
Violet flowers and grass
A joyous season
Sweets
Cupcakes, sugary sweet
chocolate chip cookies soft
peanut butter cups.
Sage- Prompt #2
"Rhafiel's poor leg
Will not be broken for long
Heal it with much love"
"My dear friend Wailord
Is the Float Whale Pokemon
Watch him soar sky high"
"Magic is pure joy
It's glorious and unbound
Imagination"
Will not be broken for long
Heal it with much love"
"My dear friend Wailord
Is the Float Whale Pokemon
Watch him soar sky high"
"Magic is pure joy
It's glorious and unbound
Imagination"
@jax - Prompt #1
Nestled in the mountains, there's a tree that rests in the center of a grove. Only rising 20 feet tall at an average, dwarfed by the other trees that surrounded it. The grass was tall and several Priscilla of varying color surrounded this tree.
It started at its roots and twisted underground in a weird way that somehow drew them back up out of the earth, and then back down into it again. Grey in color, they were dull and lifeless compared to their surroundings. If one were to follow the roots back to their origins, they would find that within ten feet of the thick, wide roots, there was a tall and twisted trunk, just as grey and lifeless appearing as the roots that spread from it. The thick trunk seeped a silver and glistening sap that slowly made its way to the base of the tree, spreading into the ground where a pool of this silver sap covered it. Around the base of this tree, wounded animals came to drink this sap that would mystically heal them.
Following up along the tall trunk, one would see many branches spreading up and some spreading out... even a few spreading downwards. White in appearance, these limbs were barren of any leaves. But just as the trunk had sap rolling down it, these branches gave off strange little balls of light. Varying in size, they would float away and upwards, some lingering in the area around the tree and some coming to a rest on the ground, turning to a strange blue liquid, Myrrh.
This liquid sparkled only for a brief second, a short life before it ended itself in a final display of sinking into the ground, granting the soil more life and fertility.
The tree itself was dying and dead in its own sense grey in body and barren of any true signs of life.
It started at its roots and twisted underground in a weird way that somehow drew them back up out of the earth, and then back down into it again. Grey in color, they were dull and lifeless compared to their surroundings. If one were to follow the roots back to their origins, they would find that within ten feet of the thick, wide roots, there was a tall and twisted trunk, just as grey and lifeless appearing as the roots that spread from it. The thick trunk seeped a silver and glistening sap that slowly made its way to the base of the tree, spreading into the ground where a pool of this silver sap covered it. Around the base of this tree, wounded animals came to drink this sap that would mystically heal them.
Following up along the tall trunk, one would see many branches spreading up and some spreading out... even a few spreading downwards. White in appearance, these limbs were barren of any leaves. But just as the trunk had sap rolling down it, these branches gave off strange little balls of light. Varying in size, they would float away and upwards, some lingering in the area around the tree and some coming to a rest on the ground, turning to a strange blue liquid, Myrrh.
This liquid sparkled only for a brief second, a short life before it ended itself in a final display of sinking into the ground, granting the soil more life and fertility.
The tree itself was dying and dead in its own sense grey in body and barren of any true signs of life.
