You did, though he has been ignoring the thread, so he doesn't know :P
But ignorance is not an excuse hehe.

Well I guess in this case the complete opposite have similar enough thought behind them so yes our minds are great vi :-)
And lol at the crazy finish to 1000th post, figured no one would wanna be 999 :P

@Pb: yes! exactly what I was thinking! =) hahaha.
I did consider 999, but then I thought to myself that 1001 would be a better one to have O:

Might as well give the prize to post #1001 since I sorta cheated. Didn't even know there was a prize, to be honest. I just posted #1000 for fun, not to win anything whatsoever.

Hahaha

Since when was there a prize for 1k post??? Man oh man Tev, how do you do it? :/
/congrats

Hexlash gives congratulation to Tevokkia

http://goo.gl/8Cg4S

Wait.... Am I invisible? (To everyone but Tev)

Also, Tev, where did you come up with that name??

Euatevokkiana? um.....
Yoo-ah-teh-vok-ianna, that's how I would read it....
Vir Euatevokkiana Mica du Mikhati?
Ver, or Veer Yoo-ah-teh-vok-ianna Meye-kah doo Mee-kha-tee
lol
Why are we discussing this?
Oh yeah.... cuz i asked XD
EDIT: I would empahsize 'Yoo' then once I enter 'ah', I would speed up.... so

YOOo-ah-teh-vok*pause*- iannahh lol over exagerated

Well, I was walking round town wiht the peeps I lvoe and then this crazy freaking ugly bunny ran out of a bush, then becuz' I'm so baws I ripped a sword out of my pocket and then sliced the bunny six times. Then since hex is six, and the 'x' ends in an ess sound, AND becuz' I slashed a bunny, I put hex and slash together, then it became hex-lash HEXLASH. Oh wait *really motherly sweet sounding tone* "Tell me a story about how you came up with your knight's name. It doesn't have to be true, just possible." Oh darn, random wall of text attack? Idk, jk of course I do! So.... just the last part I guess, hex and slash. That;s it. Nothin special.

NO BUNNIES WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS WASTE OF TIME. (jking agian...) (About the waste of time, not duh bunneh)

EDIT: The typos were an intentional part of the dialogue to enrich the humor content. The is in no way a display of my 'proper' neurological progression. And Tev, I can see that it does make more sense...

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Bashing.... EDIT: Darn, the sword messed up.

EDIT:Too lazy to make new post, but just wanted to let you know I'm on my 6th page for my short fan fiction! Excited Tev?! BTW, before you mentioned it, in 'real life', if someone were to call Tev, you would instinctively respond to it? I couldn't really imagine turning around and saying 'huh?' if someone called 'Hex' in public, but I sometimes do have that temporary brain click when I hear Hex of course.

Double-post, that's cheating. D: Do I win then? :D

Edit: Wow, this ended up being post #1024. o_o

I fell asleep. :P

The Legacy of BMA

The man walked down the dark street with a gun, shooting into windows of houses. He could hear the sounds of people dying. The man chuckled to himself. Everything was going into place.

Now to another part of this place, the other side of this city.

A boy watches the television screen with lasting awe. He was amazed by the horrible stories on the news. Just why would some people do things like killing others? The boy lifted himself up off his couch and shut off the television. He looked out a window to make sure he was safe and was relieved to find he was. He grabbed his wallet and opened the front door. The boy's name was Arthur Ist. He lived in the city of Philadelphia. He lived on the east side of the city, near to the Delaware River. His family lived on the west side, where a killer had been shooting the past few days. Arthur has decided he was going to make sure they were alright.

He rushed down the walkway up to his house, flung open his car door, and hopped in the driver seat. Arthur started speeding down the street. After an hour or so, Arthur had made it to his family's neighborhood.

The police had already blocked off the houses with police tape. A man in a light brown trench coat was writing things down on a pad of paper. Arthur went up to him and asked him if he could explain what he had discovered. The detective shook his head. Arthur asked again but yet again the detective declined. Arthur relented and walked away, but before he got out of range he took a quick glance at the detective's paper and saw there was nothing on it.

The police chief came over to the detective and punched him in the face. The man in the trench coat pulled out a gun and shot the chief. She fell to the ground, and started bleeding.

The fake detective continued to shoot officers standing around the scene. Arthur ran over to the dead police chief and ripped a gun from her belt. He proceeded to shoot the man in the leg. Then the other. The man fell to the ground, as his legs didn't work now. The officers still standing put him in handcuffs and called the paramedics.

The officials said to Arthur that they were thankful he had killed the attacker of their chief. They thought it only right he should take her title. Nope, not the police chief title. The woman had another title, "BMA."

ArthurIstBMA....

He didn't think it sounded good. How bout....

ArtyIstBMA?

Then it hit him.

Artistbma.

EDIT: Ps, lol, this isnt a true story. ;)

Oops, double post.

The heck with you late-knight chatters. I feel so left out... (only kidding).

Good to see that all of you are staying active, esp. as the contest winds down. Screw that 1000th, btw.

Mah PhilosoSnipes entry is being edited and added to... still... this probably isn't good. I gotta keep an eye on the calendar. Doesn't help that I spent two hours working on a school project yesterday just to find that the entire file was corrupted and that it purged itself.... so I spent another 2 and a half hours recreating it from scratch. :/

So many minicontests up this week D: probably won't have the time to give them a go. But hey, I got an entry done~

IGN: Snubear
Entry Title: Ember

***

em·ber /ˈembər/
A small piece of burning or glowing coal or wood in a dying fire.

***

The court was stifling. The moving air from some otherworldly wind only brought with it wave after wave of surging heat, a deathly tide that concertinaed endlessly. Rocks crumbled into pools of molten magma that seeped along the ground.

It was pretty hot.

But though the fire burned all around her like a thousand thousand suns, it was always night.

She could hardly see for the smoke in the room and the ash in her eyes. Eyes that stung beyond belief, but did not water. Moisture no longer existed in her world – water was a strange memory, a fading mirage.

A beam, its supports burned off, plummeted from the ceiling above. It fell not half a meter from her, and its fires scorched the ground where it lay. She would have jumped if she could, would have run, would have gotten up and left the vile court far behind her without so much as a glimpse back at what once had been home.

But she couldn't. The court was a prison. Her own body was a prison. Blackened and rigid and no longer hers. That was her curse.

The sprite could only wait, and wish.

***

Here's a bit of trivia: Firestorm Citadel has, without fail, been ranked the Worst Place to Live on Cradle every year since the beginning of the survey. And yet, it is simultaneously the most visited location by knights of the Spiral Order. They file in by the hundreds day after day, ravaging the local monsters and destroying a fair bit of whatever furnishing remains. They don't spend very long, of course – they have since mastered the harsh conditions and blaze through in mere minutes. The Citadel is no longer a dance of death; it is a routine series of motions and rehearsed timing. Stab, shield, ambush the spawn, rinse and repeat. The Spiral Order has more power and confidence in the Clockworks than ever before. Things don't go wrong.

***

"Mind giving me a hand here?"

Shadow turned to his friend, who was standing at the entrance to a room. The rest of their party was handling the slags in the central court.

"It's my first time here," Lio said. "I'm not really sure how to handle this."

Shadow smiled. "Sure thing. This is the Wheel Room." He indicated the maze of fire and spikes in front of them.

"The... wheel room?"

"Mhm."

"I don't see any wheels."

"Oh, no." He grinned. "It's a very silly name."

They entered.

***

The sprite stirred. There had been a noise out of place among the crackle and crash of the burning room. Footsteps? Voices? She strained to see through the smoke.

There! Running across the burning floor and hidden traps were two knights, swords drawn, shields raised. Running toward her. She was struck by a sudden pang of terror. Was this to be her end?

And then as suddenly as it had come, her fear fell away. What could be worse than this? Even a finality would be welcome, and she braced for one.

"Gotcha!"

The female knight sheathed her sword and picked her up in her arms. The sprite was dazed. Was this her way out?

Then the ground split open and a charred arm clawed at the knight's foot. She screamed, dropping the sprite to the floor.

There were a group of slags surrounding them now, the two knights and the sprite backed up against the room's far wall. Once the sprite had calmed down though, she saw that the male knight had the situation quite under control. A few strikes of his sword and the slags were just so much debris on the ground, the infernal fire in their eyes fading into embers.

***

"You didn't tell me that would happen!" Lio cried.

"Whoops. My bad. To be fair, I didn't tell you about the wheels either," Shadow said as he smiled at the wooden barrage cascading toward them. "So I'm at least consistently unreliable."

***

Giant wheels crashed violently as they rolled by, just barely missing them, but the sprite was entirely removed from fear at this point. She was escaping.

A sequence of deft movement and measured strafing and suddenly they were running up the stairs out of the room. She swore the air felt cooler already.

The female knight moved to put her in the centre of the court where several other sprites already lay. It had been ages since she had seen her brethren – now here they were all together again. Eyes bright, walking freely, they filled her with a surge of hope for herself. Maybe things could go back to the way they once had been, before the fire.

But she looked once more at the ruined court around her, and realised that would never happen. Her only chance at a better life lay outside the citadel. Curse or no curse, the court could only ever be a prison.

She stared desperately into the knight's eyes. Tried to convey a sense of her desperation, of her aspiration. Take me with you, she pleaded soundlessly, take me out of here.

The knight stared back.

***

Lio stopped in mid-step. She had been on her way to set the last sprite down at the fountain to clear its curse, but a wave of intense emotion interrupted her. She looked down at the sprite. And suddenly she knew.

"Well hello there," she smiled. "I think I know exactly how you feel. I don't want to spend a moment longer in this place myself. Shall we?"

Lio adjusted her direction toward the elevator. She set the sprite down by a column of moonstone. "Let me get you some water."

As she was heading back to the fountain, her comlink buzzed to life.

The server will reboot in 30 minutes.

"Lio! What are you doing?"

"Just give me a-"

"We have to go NOW!"

Frightened, she ran back to the elevator, no water in hand.

"But the-"

"We need to hurry!"

She stepped on.

***

What was happening? Something clicked in her head; something died in her heart. She cried out in a voice softer than ash.

Her eyes reflected the darkness of the descending elevator.

***

Prize Preferences (in order of priority):
1* – Materials, CE, CR
2* – CE, CR, Materials
3* – CE, CR, Artwork
4* – Sniped Stranger Hat, CE, CR
5* – Artwork (unless I have already won artwork with my other entry), CE, CR, Solstice Prize Box (if I have already won 5* artwork, one of those is enough)

I'm just gonna use the form I used for the previous entry. If this is not allowed or something, lemme know so I can edit this post.

Category: Artwork: Spiral Spy Models.

In-Game Name: Blueknighter
Entry Title: Punk-Knighter
Entry: http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/332/f/a/punk_knighter_by_westtexm...
Prize Preferences:
Participation - 2k cr, 25 ce, enamorocks
1* - Sketch, CR, CE
2* - Sketch, Weapon Slot, CR
3* - Shifty Eyes, 4* Boom Module, 50k CR
4* - Cool Cat Tail, 150k CR, Colored Picture.
5* - Solstice Prize Box, 250k CR, Colored Picture with more involved background.

Too much real life time, not enough Spiral-Spy time. I hope I can still pull something together by end of week. Xplad scares me as a competitor on account of the sheer volume I've seen from him, but all three models so far have been great.

I am the worst procrastinator. Ever.

Hey Tev, what if you (if you know by now what time the ceremony is going to be on) posted a post at the EXACT date and time the actual ceremony would take place, except like, 3 weeks before hand, so that everyone knows at what time you posted it at, so thy know what time it is for them, for example:

Blah, blah blah, lorum ipsum and all that good stuff, Awards Ceremony is taking place at the time and date of this posting, 3 weeks from now. Blah, blah moar lorem ipsum.

Then, people would know what the time would be relative to game time... right? Idk, just a thought, but of course I'm expecting you to announce all the times and stuff on the actual day, so that everyone can say, 'Okay bros, the happy time is 2 hours form now'. So yeah.

@Fallenhope.... I object, that would be me....

EDIT: Oh since your here artist, I just wanted to say your little story was coo. lol oh and I don't know if you knew this or care, but my brain has always read and probably always read your name as: 'Artist bis-ma' I have no idea why. It feels better in my mouth than 'Artist Bee-em-ay' or not, maybe I'm jsut used to it :3

I guess I should get around to this.

In-Game Name: Trydeth
Entry Title: Username Trydeth
Entry: http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/275/0/2/username__trydeth_by_tryd...

Prize Preferences:
Participation: Barrel Belly, 2000 cr, 25 CE
1* Sketch, enamorocks, wolver coat
2* Sketch, 15,000 CR, Plume
3* sketch of 1 character, Cool Long Feather, Party blowout
4* Colored work, Volcanic Wings, 150,000 CR
5* 250k CR, Heavy Dragon Wings, Lineless Render

Heh, that's what my characters in my novel look like! Human face and body then the regular outfits of dem knights. Nice job, Trydeth!

Well...

Okay. So...the real meaning behind my name (The-Knightwalker) is probabaly...insanely boring and completely uninteresting.

So...

I'll just write 2 versions (am I even allowed?); one real and one made up

Story from my imagination aka. the one that is actually remotely interesting:

I stand victorious, though battered and bruised, we have won.
I stand tall and proud, after that battle fought till dawn

My enemies and allies lie slain alike
Broken, damaged in the suns harsh light

Me, The Knight that is unchanging and strong
She vows to correct whatever wrong

This path she walks must be risked
Continue their legacy, for those missed

________

Yeah. Cheers for my (pathetic) poetry xD

The REAL meaning behind my name:

Okay. So there's this manga (Japanese comic, basically) I read, called "Fairy Tail" and my favourite character is Erza Scarlet. That was the name I originally wanted, but it was already taken. Then I had an IDEA. Because in this, they have a kind of "counterpart world" where there is like another version of everyone.

And Erza Scarlets counterpart is Erza Knightwalker. Which is where I got the name from. Also, its actually pretty related to Spiral, because Erza magical ability (yes, it's about wizards) is called "The Knight" and allows her to requip (basically change) into different kinds of armour (she can change it while in battle, though, unlike in Spiral Knights) weapons, armour, shields etc. plus she has like different sets of equipment, kind of like loadouts! So yeah, that's where my name's from.