Win Gold in Crypto Kingdom Writing Competition
Would like to submit three entries from other players/users. I am not entering this myself....
Also, I would like to up the ante and offer additional gold for each of the following reward levels:
(+500 CKG from gold bars) 1st Prize: Wine Cup, 200 CKG https://cryptokingdom.me/marketplace/item/GOT-86
(+300 CKG from gold bars) 2nd Prize: Golden Soup Spoon, 100 CKG https://cryptokingdom.me/marketplace/item/GOT-47
(+200 CKG from gold bars) 3rd Prize: Golden Spoon, 50 CKG https://cryptokingdom.me/marketplace/item/GOT-57
So feel free to transfer 10 HM02B100 bars away from Loaf 680 now or later. You can also do more places/prizes if you want with the gold. Don't care what you do with it or when you take it
Lyrical Rhapsody you say? I wish to use this opportunity to introduce everyone to the Legendary Lemon Camel. A magnificent beast, long lost to the world.
Without further ado, a half-assed epic:
Edit: This item refers to the Lemon Camel https://cryptokingdom.me/marketplace/item/JWL-42 and the story above is one of the many which talk about it.
Without further ado, a half-assed epic:
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Once upon a time,
In a faraway land,
There was a wee little man
Who traveled across sand.
This wee little man,
Like so many others,
Was quite a bigly fan
Of dromadery camels.
He watched them, he pet them, he rode them...
It was all just so enjoyable.
But this was not enough for one like him;
No. It was not enough at all.
For in his travels, the wee man found
That a legendary camel existed,
In an even more distant land;
A camel extraordinarily exquisite.
He had heard so much, but knew so little.
The wee man was at an impasse.
The search for knowledge was all but fickle...
Still, through the unknown he must pass.
He read many books,
He searched through scrolls,
He explored nooks,
And questioned trolls.
Alas, not many answers
Could be gained
For all the questions
He had attained.
The wee little man, all he could find,
Was a peculiar lemony connection.
And although he was still in a bind,
At least he found some direction.
The ancients said the camel was glorious,
Smart and gentle, unlike any other.
Still finding more was quite laborious,
Yet, for him, it was no bother.
Then one day, he finally found it!
The missing piece to his life's puzzle.
Oh, the conclusions were all but splendid,
Found on a tablet among ancient rubble.
It was the Lemon Camel,
For centuries elusive.
An exceptional animal,
Of lemony goodness.
It smells of lemons,
Lemons are its hump,
It even sits on lemons,
With its bottom so plump.
One thing after another, the tablet explained,
That made the Lemon Camel seem like the greatest.
Only a single matter, after all remained:
Where one must go to end such a quest.
The only thing said that might give a hint
Was that it roamed free, by water surrounded,
And laid down to rest under palm tree tint
Which leads one to think of a tropical island.
As such, the wee man, went out to explore
Out far and out wide, away from the sand.
T'was not much to go on, but it was no bore
Scouring the ocean for The Great Lemon Island.
T'was not meant to be
For the wee little man
As unfortunately he
Was not heard from again.
But maybe one day
Someone will be able
To return and say
They've found the Lemon Camel!
In a faraway land,
There was a wee little man
Who traveled across sand.
This wee little man,
Like so many others,
Was quite a bigly fan
Of dromadery camels.
He watched them, he pet them, he rode them...
It was all just so enjoyable.
But this was not enough for one like him;
No. It was not enough at all.
For in his travels, the wee man found
That a legendary camel existed,
In an even more distant land;
A camel extraordinarily exquisite.
He had heard so much, but knew so little.
The wee man was at an impasse.
The search for knowledge was all but fickle...
Still, through the unknown he must pass.
He read many books,
He searched through scrolls,
He explored nooks,
And questioned trolls.
Alas, not many answers
Could be gained
For all the questions
He had attained.
The wee little man, all he could find,
Was a peculiar lemony connection.
And although he was still in a bind,
At least he found some direction.
The ancients said the camel was glorious,
Smart and gentle, unlike any other.
Still finding more was quite laborious,
Yet, for him, it was no bother.
Then one day, he finally found it!
The missing piece to his life's puzzle.
Oh, the conclusions were all but splendid,
Found on a tablet among ancient rubble.
It was the Lemon Camel,
For centuries elusive.
An exceptional animal,
Of lemony goodness.
It smells of lemons,
Lemons are its hump,
It even sits on lemons,
With its bottom so plump.
One thing after another, the tablet explained,
That made the Lemon Camel seem like the greatest.
Only a single matter, after all remained:
Where one must go to end such a quest.
The only thing said that might give a hint
Was that it roamed free, by water surrounded,
And laid down to rest under palm tree tint
Which leads one to think of a tropical island.
As such, the wee man, went out to explore
Out far and out wide, away from the sand.
T'was not much to go on, but it was no bore
Scouring the ocean for The Great Lemon Island.
T'was not meant to be
For the wee little man
As unfortunately he
Was not heard from again.
But maybe one day
Someone will be able
To return and say
They've found the Lemon Camel!
Edit: This item refers to the Lemon Camel https://cryptokingdom.me/marketplace/item/JWL-42 and the story above is one of the many which talk about it.
In the Old Town, Steppenwolfson stands over the ruins of what was once his father's music shop.
"Looks like something survived the quake" he says, as he picks up The old Shop Sign.
"Lets see what else did" he mutters as he starts to work, lifting the rubble.
He knew well the building's plans, he recals fondly the time spent in the shop as a child, before being sent abroad to study.
His goal was to reach the workshop, at the ground level.
It took him the better part of a day before he finally found what he was looking for.
He had uncovered the family Luthier Table.
Better yet, it survived the earthquake almost intact! He would have to come back another day to retrieve it, as it was almost night.
"I promise you father, to rebuild your shop, and let or your music be heard again in CK!" he proclaimed heartfelt.
Reaching for his most prized possession, his father's Lute, he consumed CAN 100 and started to play one of his favorite songs by his father:
https://flowscr.bandcamp.com/track/a-song-gently-swirls-the-princes-halls
"Looks like something survived the quake" he says, as he picks up The old Shop Sign.
"Lets see what else did" he mutters as he starts to work, lifting the rubble.
He knew well the building's plans, he recals fondly the time spent in the shop as a child, before being sent abroad to study.
His goal was to reach the workshop, at the ground level.
It took him the better part of a day before he finally found what he was looking for.
He had uncovered the family Luthier Table.
Better yet, it survived the earthquake almost intact! He would have to come back another day to retrieve it, as it was almost night.
"I promise you father, to rebuild your shop, and let or your music be heard again in CK!" he proclaimed heartfelt.
Reaching for his most prized possession, his father's Lute, he consumed CAN 100 and started to play one of his favorite songs by his father:
https://flowscr.bandcamp.com/track/a-song-gently-swirls-the-princes-halls
My Lame Limerick Trio, in honor of The Marquess Loaf on his special achievement:
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There once was a market for CAN,
Its wisdom improved every man.
Then came four and twenty,
with decupling a-plenty,
the CAN market soon hit the fan.
I dreamt once of a Great Moth,
Who feasted upon my poor cloth.
I was naked and broke,
That moth was no joke.
When I find him Ill make insect broth.
There once was a Marquess of Bread,
He followed gold coins where they led.
He would deal and coerce
to fill up his purse.
The prices are best left unsaid.
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Congrats Loaf!
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There once was a market for CAN,
Its wisdom improved every man.
Then came four and twenty,
with decupling a-plenty,
the CAN market soon hit the fan.
I dreamt once of a Great Moth,
Who feasted upon my poor cloth.
I was naked and broke,
That moth was no joke.
When I find him Ill make insect broth.
There once was a Marquess of Bread,
He followed gold coins where they led.
He would deal and coerce
to fill up his purse.
The prices are best left unsaid.
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Congrats Loaf!