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If I offered you the red pill, would you take it? If I offered you the ingredients, could you make it? Only one person will be able to take part in this quest. Please nominate/vote as a community for who you would like that to be by naming them below. If you would like to be part of the planning team - please say so. :excl: No further details are available at this time.* Z (*those involved in the previous iteration of this quest: if I could ask for your continued trusted confidence please.)

You don't have an issue with anyone specific, but you do have an issue with all of them as a whole? Or the idea of alliances in total? or? Z

Can I ask if this is being used as a warning or if that player's artwork is considered unviable? Z

Please give Amber the last 2 prizes. Z

Hope you have a great bifday Aeo Z

Happy Bifday dude Z

wow, I never in my life thought I'd win that award...ever. I'm so glad you guys enjoyed the quests :) Thanks all. Z

Ok unfortunately the situation is this: I have had a DoB ruling, but it's only made matters worse XD There is a very clear balance here, half the population like one, half the other, and each time I ask for another opinion....it simply keeps re-balancing itself out. So, I'm going to make a call. The call is mainly based on my own personal opinion, but I have also taken into consideration the fact that in actuality only one participant is still here prodding me repeatedly about this quest. So without further ado, the winners are Gonzalo and Eagle Eye. Both Gonz and Dru were really considerate when designing their logos, really careful to want to get the feel right, and that was really appreciated. For me personally, I always envisioned a shield for the logo...the goat is an added humourous twist. I loved Druzik's concept of the god touching man symbology, but I wasn't so fond of the little girl's design. I'll be discussing the logo with the powers that be and if we're very lucky, that little white square may actually have something in it soon :) Well done guys, awesome work and I have to also applaud your patience - which has been second to none. Z

Ok so...I have a frost free freezer...which means no 'snow'...I also don't have an ice crusher. I therefore spent some time smashing ice cubes with a rolling pin inside a tea towel....but! I have made a snowman! Here he is: Z

The Lady of the Pelt [spoiler]You will recall, no doubt, Helen. She after whom a totem is named. Vilified by revoked ‘Lore’. The revocation came as a shock to the land of Magic Duel. The people there broke as it did. Imagine if all of history was washed away. Though none of them lived it, and some say it wasn’t even lived at all, it still had lessons and morals to it. Still, the law or ‘Lore’ imbues quite clearly, that the maker of both can do as they please. So it was there was no Helen, the very ghost whisper of her a sacrilege to state. Still...with no history but for the living, there was a gap. A little niggly thing, a hole in the otherwise seemingly sturdy wall of Magic Duel’s being. The people of the realm, quite rightly, felt compelled to plug that little gap. To firm up the wall again somehow, make it secure. If not out of respect, then out of fear the whole thing would come crashing down around them. Both of these things are reasonable responses, but there is a third. For some, this little gap was a lot larger than it appeared, for whoever could plug it would become part of the fabric of the realm itself. There would be rewards, most certainly. Popularity, maybe even gold, but more than that...there would be power.... Of the people of the land, one young lady had such a thought. She had successfully wooed and captured a useful tool already. The all powerful one-eyed Jon. Jon was a mean little chap, short but loud and firm. He was a law-maker. Carried his weapons close by wherever he went. He lost an eye in a fierce battle with an elephant and a goat who caught him sleeping one day in his paper house. Some say the animals hid it in a jar beneath the floor boards of his very living quarters and amused themselves that he could not find it. Some say they ate it. Either way, his name stuck. One-eyed Jon. Yet, for all Jon’s trials and firm stance, the lady wooed him well, and one day under moon-lit romance, disposed of him over the edge of a cliff-face, never to be seen again. The lady had gathered many under her command, and through seemingly polite courteous effort. Many a man and woman alike defended her honor, and she spit acidic bile to any who opposed her or those clan of miss-guided guards beneath her. Still, whilst her psychopathic skill with people kept her in good stead, it did not fare so well with the animal inhabitants of the realm. The goat and elephant remained vigilant against her. To thwart their bravery, she decided that to conquer all of Loreroot would prove her worth with the animals. They would HAVE to bow to her if she reigned over such a luscious forested land as that. So she took heel one afternoon, down the dusty no-mans paths. She entered Loreroot, and to show her power she hid in a bush. Now now, don’t be silly, hiding in a bush was hardly the full display of power, only the beginning of her plot. There she crouched, bow in hand, arrow poised, one eye closed, the other searching the areas in front for a victim she could dispose of and bring back a haul to prove she was above all others. There, escaping from the lake and shaking himself off a small beaver cub crept up a grass verge. Oblivious, he plonked himself down and chewed happily on a twig. No sooner had he dug his teeth in than an arrow struck him between the eyes, and his life was taken. The lady emerged from the bushes, took the small beaver by the leg and ferried him off to the weapon-smith whereby one of her minions skinned him. She spent the next few weeks donning the pelt around her neck triumphantly, showing her vigour and that she was not to be trifled with. The animals of the realm began to fear her, just as she’d hoped, and so, her power grew and her manipulation continued. Back in Loreroot, the parent beavers searched desperately for their cub, but found nought but a riven twig and splatter of blood. Word travelled of the lady and her arrows, and the beaver clans held vigils for their lost member. Back in the rest of the realm, a clown was having an argument with the lady. The clown didn’t believe anything the lady said. The clown had no interest in her clever tricks and said she must have bought the beaver pelt from a shop, that it looked fake, and it meant nothing. The animals of the realm gathered behind the clown, and supported her, making sure the lady couldn’t hurt the only one brave enough to stand up against the tyrant. The lady grew tired of the arguments and could see she was losing favour with the animals, but more importantly she was losing their fear. She vowed to travel again to Loreroot, and gather another pelt to prove her metal. The clown saw no reason for this not to happen, but demanded to tag along....so she could be sure of the outcome. So it was, the lady again travelled to the forested land. Alone again this time, but with a clown in tow. In Loreroot, the lady felt confident, she had killed once, she could easily do so again, but her scent was known now, and the beaver clans knew she had been the one to kill the cub. No beaver left their den in light, and the lady travelled in silence with no success. The clown was amused, and mocked her. Clearly there weren’t any beavers in Loreoot, let alone skins. The lady was unperturbed and continued into the night, lighting a small fire and waiting. Soon enough, they fell asleep. The beavers, in dead of night, crept from their dens and surrounded the camp site. They descended upon the lady, ripping her skin from her body, laying liquids and meaty proportions out in splattered patterns across the forest floor. When the sun rose, the beavers were gone, and so was the lady’s life. The clown awoke, confused by the scene, but being a clown had no real sense of fear. All was comedy to the clown, and in this case, it was especially amusing. Isolda, queen of the beaver pelt, lady of the lands, now a piece of modern art. She decided she would charge a visiting fee to all those who had followed Isolda, and never tell who or what the art was. As for where Isolda went, those questions were met with a shrug. How could the clown possibly know, they didn’t get on after all. [/spoiler] Z

Only lyrics I'm afraid due to current computational traumas. Song is from nightmare before xmas called what's this. Lyrics [spoiler]What's this what's this There's questing everywhere What's this A Make it snow link there What's this I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming Wake up Zlei, this is so rare! What's this! What's this What's this The arguing has gone What's this There's people singing songs What's this The scenes aligned with tiny men all laughing Everybody seems so active Has the cake gone radio-active? What is this? What's this! There's children drawing pictures Instead of drawing swords They're busy having dinner and running through co-ords The GOE's been pilfered Oh I can't believe my eyes and in my hooves I feel the warmth that's coming from bonfires Oh Look, What's this They're sending out PMs, to post Snail mail cards Inspired! They're gathering around to hear a riddle Roasting pickles on a fire What's this! What's this, Oh my The GOE's a tree How odd and who would ever think and why They're covering it with tiny little gifs and pics Using image editing tricks and there's a smile on everyone So now correct me if I'm wrong This looks like fun x 2 Oh could this be Magic Duel? What's this?! Oh My, What now? The admins are asleep but look there's nothing to resolve! No hacks No abusers here to scream and scare them or ensnare them Only awesome questy things Secure inside their cube land What's this! The quarrels are all missing and the murders can't be found and in their place there seems to be good feeling all around Instead of screams I swear I can hear music in the air The smell of cakes and candy are absolutely everywhere The sights the sounds They're everywhere and all around They're never felt so good before This empty place inside MD is filling up We simply cannot get enough I want it oh I want it oh I want it for our own I've got to know I've got to know What is this place that I have found! What is this??? Christmas Duel? Hmm...[/spoiler] Z

Look after yourself Neno, keep the good memories close Z

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I haven't forgotten don't worry :)) I'm just trying to get a rounded result, unfortunately my DoBers are a bit absent, I've been hoping they appear. I have enough to make a fair judgement right now if they don't soon though. Z

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That is a lot of work, well done Neno Z

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Quest is officially closed & details being collated...slow process, will update once I have a 1st and 2nd :) feel free to use the vote buttons still if you choose to. Z

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lol, yes, drawings can still be submitted. I will likely shut this down in the near future, so as it's now been 6 months - here is the one week notice. Quest will close in a week. Z

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Yea im belated on forum too, but the forum bifday wish is here *sparkle cat cake* Z

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