×Peugeot 206, twin turbo, alloys, electric windows

×But the cows were ready, and there would be no crop circles tonight; nope, the prized and packing Holsteins would personally see to it that no harm would come to even one more kernel of beloved farmer Bob’s sweet corn—at least not on any of their (synchronized) watches.

×Fumbling for his radio he said to himself, without taking a breath, “Decision made, cleaning these city sewer lines was just not worth the pay, he would quit this job the second they told him a way out of this stink'en filthy broken sewer line”.

×
I have been continually playing contest on the forum since Dec 2004. Having often been addressed as a he my new avatar shows that I am a "Lady". And one with a very sharp sword, too.

I love the monthly contests but it took me a long while before I even placed. 21 contests in fact.

Virtual Burning Man was the first contest I took any place in and I got 1st, wow!. Yes, I have received my prize, a sweatshirt from the DROD store, and I love it.

It took 14 more contest but next I took 1st prize in Media of the Eighth Nov07, followed by a win in the Secret Santa 2007. Check out my entry: http://www.gailswebplace.com/NightSky/index.html

Suddenly I was a winner but, still the goal of a winning hold based contest eludes me....

I keep trying so come and join me.
http://forum.caravelgames.com/viewboard.php?BoardID=83

×..rock fall down and Matt with it. He fell for hours,well,not for hours,but luckily group of other climbers managed save him from death. It's good to build up camp with lots of tents and put something very soft in them,isn't it?

×Then he changed his mind and had porridge instead - it tasted like victory.

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Summer 2008 Smitemaster's Selection:
Devilishly Dangerous Dungeons of Doom - Set straight after TCB

The Witherwood Castle Trilogy:
Witherwood Castle - my first hold in JtRH
Below Witherwood - a more difficult sequel, with a brand new monster, the warba.
Pathways of Witherwood - End of the trilogy, with more warba puzzles included

Other holds
At A Distance - Long distance monster manipulation
Symphony - A nice standard TCB hold
The Old School - An Architect's Edition hold for the modern era
Way Forward - A collaborative hold with the work of seven architects

×Hugo feared that his opponent - though dazed and too large to control his momentum - would know all too well about the tricks of the matador... but like a lightbulb dinging with enlightenment, Hugo's mind shone, and he tried it anyways, with success.

×Then she remembered just how well she'd hidden the body, and realised that her secret was safe.

×The effect was spoiled slightly as one of them tripped over their lunch and knocked the rest down like cheap dominoes

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Summer 2008 Smitemaster's Selection:
Devilishly Dangerous Dungeons of Doom - Set straight after TCB

The Witherwood Castle Trilogy:
Witherwood Castle - my first hold in JtRH
Below Witherwood - a more difficult sequel, with a brand new monster, the warba.
Pathways of Witherwood - End of the trilogy, with more warba puzzles included

Other holds
At A Distance - Long distance monster manipulation
Symphony - A nice standard TCB hold
The Old School - An Architect's Edition hold for the modern era
Way Forward - A collaborative hold with the work of seven architects

×With his first step, he plunged down the stairs and then he managed to reach the bathroom in a few seconds.

×"Indeed," I remarked to Jackson as we sipped mohitos on the beach a few months later, "it really was an impressive escape."

×But lo! The mother of the imprudent child materialized from the house and snatched the muffinpumpkin from harm's way.

×One ordered (clearly indirectly showing his passion for the works of William Shakespeare the great up on his virtual stage, declaring to while of course bearing projection in mind his comrade with as little spit as disgusting fellows find themselves able to allow), "Keep the well safe; I'm off to see where t'King is."

×Quite by accident, the question has since been accidentally answered with the answer "Due to the lack of ink in the nearby printers, one must not only see," which seemed to the shop-owner so profoundly deep it seemed to shyly leap out at him, causing him to destroy all interpetations of the garment referred to earlier, which, in a rather existentialist example of the butterfly effect, caused the hospital the bullet-burdened unfortunate arrived at to burst out into silent singing, at which point the llama was given some sugar for its efforts in the recent event which happened long ago.

×She promptly rang the police with the telephone and her fingers; the thief was subsequently gunned down after hiding in the corner of a street with as much light hitting him (and reflecting off him and piercing through municipal animals' corneas, lenses and halting at their retinas) as given off by a very dim - but active, nonetheless, lest its surrounding area be black as pitch - star.

×"Karma," Jason would think to himself later, as he gnawed on the remains of a carrot, "is a harsh mistress"; but that thought was months away, for when he regained consciousness, it was not immediately clear to him (despite the metal cage surrounding him) that he was destined to spend the next three years as a hamster, unable to do anything but watch the children who owned him, eat the aforementioned carrots, and reflect back on his ill-spent days...not immediately clear because, if for no other reason, hamsters are born blind and cannot see for several days after birth.

×It was THE time-machine, the prime invention of the Jamalayan people (don’t worry if you haven’t heard of them, it would be a vast overstatement to state that the relevance for such knowledge is mild) in a year that had otherwise been a desert-dry spell as far as innovative inventions go, that popped into existence, quickly being consumed by the almighty Mothingness.

×Then at last he realised the solution: "Aha! I'll write a self-referential story!".

×Gasping for his last breath, and realizing too late that it is 30 not 31 counts per each mud mother reproduction cycle, our hero expires.

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I have been continually playing contest on the forum since Dec 2004. Having often been addressed as a he my new avatar shows that I am a "Lady". And one with a very sharp sword, too.

I love the monthly contests but it took me a long while before I even placed. 21 contests in fact.

Virtual Burning Man was the first contest I took any place in and I got 1st, wow!. Yes, I have received my prize, a sweatshirt from the DROD store, and I love it.

It took 14 more contest but next I took 1st prize in Media of the Eighth Nov07, followed by a win in the Secret Santa 2007. Check out my entry: http://www.gailswebplace.com/NightSky/index.html

Suddenly I was a winner but, still the goal of a winning hold based contest eludes me....

I keep trying so come and join me.
http://forum.caravelgames.com/viewboard.php?BoardID=83

×Indeed, the murky sky seemed to applaud with thunderous clapping, but Thor's lightning never alighted, and Helen's backstabbing boss continued mindlessly stuffing his face with the various foodstuffs available at the company picnic.

×"Lots of things," Ernest muttered under his breath as he clutched his firearm close. "and it's pronounced Worrell.

×It missed, and the cliff broke - the crumble caused as a plant had grown there, then a rain drop delivered a virus to it, killing it- sending the dragon rolling like a Rick into the dark, gloomy abyss, but a bolt of bright, whitey gray light hit it, frying it like bacon.

×With a sound of flam! bam! crash! the lobsters were hewn apart as Haxar heaved his mighty thews, streaking his beloved battle-axe through the air and slicing them into segments that would have made very tasty lobster sandwiches, had he had any brown bread handy, and time to toast the bread and cut it into slices, but time was a precious commodity as Haxar soon found himself besieged by a circus-ring of enemy bodies, shoving and embracing and crushing, and his last thought before he died was of the gas cooker he had forgotten to turn off in his bedroom.

×But it only seemed that he would be dead, as Abercrombie had had this happen to him before, and he had had a bulletproof pacemaker implanted in his heart, upon which the bullet had ricocheted and had returned through the forehead of the man who had fired it; what he had done was that he had saved the orphanage from imminent kidnapping, and he had had a thrilling time whilst doing so.