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Reward Challenge - Guess the author
1) I shall post the two stories Valentia sent in. You must guess who wrote them. The authors could be one or both of the persons voted out recently.
2) Send in three names for each story, in descending order of probability, of who you think wrote them. Names can be repeated for the guesses for different stories. For example,
Story A:
Andy (Most probable of the three)
Bella
Felicia (Least probable of the three)
Story B:
Andy
Daniel (Most probable of the three)
Bella (Least probable of the three)
Here are the stories:
Story A wrote:
Turdle Trouble
Our story starts off on a sunny bright day in Meridell. It’s a story about five little turdles that are small stars amongst all the madness that happens in Neopia daily. Stinky, Poopy, Smelly, Squelchy, and Nutty are their names.
“Why do we ALWAYS have to race to get into the centre, it seems so….pointless” exclaimed Stinky.
“Why are you complaining, you always seem to reach there first then all those two legged freak monsters cheer about something.” explained Smelly.
“I have an idea, a great idea, why don’t we leave this place and go and explore the world! Whose with me?” said Poopy.
“Aye” said all the other turdles except Nutty since he has a case of randomly falling asleep.
So with this all five of the turdles started there journey to explore the world. The journey wasn’t a fast one since they are turdles and turdles are quite slow when it comes to moving. So after five days and five nights they traveled all the way to the border of Meridell and entered a new territory called Brightville.
There first stop was the “Fruits of Brightville” store. They entered it but it was empty since the shop never seems to stock anyways. At this thought Poopy said “I’m hungry at least we got fed back home”
“Are you giving up on our journey Poopy? Too bad we have to keep going on until we reach our goal!” said Smelly with pride in his voice.
They all nodded their small turdle head in agreement but inside them they were asking themselves, what goal are we trying to reach? So another 5 days went by and they reached Brightville Castle.
“Who dares interrupt my precious sleep?” shouted King Hagan.
“Just us five turdles. We were wondering if you could do us a favor…”
So they talked and talked and finally King Hagan accepted their request. Their request was too getting paid working on the race track.
So after ten days returning to their home/work place, they got paid every time they were made to race. And they all lived happily ever after!
Story B wrote:
Arrow's Journey
Arrow the chicken had had enough. He had spent several years of his life as the official mascot for the popular web site PPT, and he was sick of it. Oh, sure, he had plenty of fans, and he'd had more than his share of young kids begging him for an autograph, but for the most part it was a humiliating experience. He was frequently mocked, parodied, and drawn in caricature. To make it even worse, the people who had hired him in the first place delighted in creating ever new ways to make fun of him. His most recent humiliations included being turned into a giant beanbag, stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey, and turned into an 'Orson Wells' sized chicken. Well, he wasn't going to stand for that any more. Arrow marched into PPT headquarters, slapped his resignation down on a secretary's desk, and stormed out in a huff.
As Arrow strutted around the block, he pondered what to do next. What kind of jobs were there to be had for a middle-aged, unemployed chicken? As he turned the thought of his future over in his mind, Arrow noticed a giant billboard looming on the horizen. "Visit scenic Neopia!!" it read. He was suddenly excited. 'I've always wanted to see Neopia Central' he thought. 'There's hundreds of jobs for animals there, so there has to be something for a chicken!' Brimming with confidence, he booked the next flight to the world of Neopets.
Stepping off the plane a day later, Arrow stopped to look around. Immediately adjacent to the airport was a lush, green field. Unis and Gelerts frolicked together, while Grarrls and Skeiths held a contest to see who could eat the most barbed wire in a minute. Convinced that he had found his home, Arrow made his way to the baggage claim.
Walking through the airport, suitcase in hand, Arrow noticed hundreds of help wanted signs in the storefront windows, as well as the occasional lost sign, not to mention a few scams. Ducking into a store, Arrow bought some chicken feed to hold him until he had found a place to stay. As he waited for the cashier to ring up his purchase, he asked her a few questions. Yes, she said, there were plenty of jobs to be had, but most specified a certain species of neopet. No, there weren't many houses available, but you could always find an empty lot in any area you wanted. Finally, the purchase was finalized, and Arrow thanked the cashier as we walked out. Just as she was about to leave, she called after him, "If you really need a job, you could try checking the neoboards. They always have SOMEthing listed, and most of the time they're not choosy." Arrow waved his thanks, and headed out.
After asking directions, Arrow finally made his way to the neoboards. As he approached the building where the boards were housed, he noticed a dull roar, which gradually increased in volume the closer he got to the building. A huge crowd was gathered in front of a massive skyscraper, but oddly enough they were completely silent. He walked to the edge of the crowd, and asked one of the onlookers what was going on. "We're lurkers," he replied. "We never actually chat, but we get some great info just by being here." Arrow thanked him, then fought his way through the crowd to the giant double doors.
As he walked inside, the din grew to a fever pitch, and the chicken observed thousands of Neopets in loosely organized groups shouting at the top of their lungs to be heard. Some were hawking their wares, others trying to scrounge a few votes for their Beauty Contest entry, and literally hundreds screaming about avatars and fighting over scaps of paper.
As Arrow gaped in amazement over the crowd, a Neoboard worker came up to him. "Are you looking for something?!!" he shouted, barely audible over the din. "I'm trying to find a job!!" Arrow screamed back. The worker nodded, and motioned to follow him. After winding around several groups, the worker pointed Arrow to one crowd, then hurried back to the front before Arrow could thank him.
As the chicked approached the front of the group, a strange hush fell over the floor. Self-concious, he looked around, but kept moving. Finally, a lone neopet shouted "It's Arrow!!" Hundreds of pets swarmed Arrow, all shouting questions. "How do I earn one million neopoints in a week?" "What's the secret to Dice escape?" "Is it true that you know Adam personally?" Nearly crushed by the crowd, Arrow fought to keep his balance. Suddenly, the crowd was silenced. So caught up in trying to breathe, the chicken didn't even notice that most of the neopets had disappeared, and that the few remaining were quietly hiding in corners, trying to look innocent.
"And what have we here?" A voice boomed. "Another outsider, trying to give away Neopets secrets?" Arrow looked around. A group of Neopets staff was approaching him, armed with a strange-looking weapon. "I recognize him," one of the women said. "That's Arrow, from the web site PPT!" As the lead staffer aimed the gun, Arrow suddenly realised that he's better run, and fast. "Come back here!" someone shouted as he ran out the building as fast as his chicken legs could carry him. The faint sound of ice freezing sounded as Arrow tore back towards the Airport.
A few days later, Arrow was back inside PPT headquarters, humbly asking for his job back. It was granted, and he headed back to PPT to take his rightful place as mascot. "Just one thing," a Mod said.
As Arrow chilled inside the block of ice, he sighed. 'At least I got a space heater'.
3) The tribe with the most accurate guesses wins the reward. If there is a tie, the tribe which sent in the guesses first wins.
4) This challenge ends in 24 hours.
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