Pinata story contest

[x raw x hunt3r]

In this contest you must make up a brief life story about a pinata, The prize will be decided after the winner is announced and the entry fee is 1 crate full of eggs( no certain species). All eggs will be hatched by myself and then donated to the VPX.
If you would like to enter add me x RaW x HuNt3r and send me the crate. As soon as i recieve it i will make a note that you have entered.
Here is an example of an entry:

When Ceril Cinnamonkey was born he had slightly bigger ears than all the other cinnamonkeys, some would call him a Wild-card some called him ugly, he hated this but his parents knew that he was the 'chosen one' and one day he would have to fight and deffeat all the sours across the land. Ceril was being bullied at school and was not living a nice life but one things for sure, that day, the day where he would have to fight all the sours, that day was soon....

Let's see your entrys! And remember to tell me when you have sent in the entry fee so i may validate your story

[kittisbat]

Does the egg type mater? (by that I mean species?)

[x raw x hunt3r]

of course not.

[DragonacheKing99]

I have 2 questions:

Will the prize be good?

and how will you donate pinatas (hatched eggs) to VPX?

[x raw x hunt3r]

I have 2 questions:

Will the prize be good?

and how will you donate pinatas (hatched eggs) to VPX?

Yes the prize will be good, probably 250k or somthing around that, also yes i will be donating all hatched pinatas to the VPX


Any entrys?

[Kawigi]

I think what DK99 is asking is whether you meant VPA rather than VPX, because VPX doesn't really have a particular use for donated non-wild-card pinatas.

[Fly2thasky]

As I opened my beady eyes, I noticed that it was pitch black.
I was confused, but finally I figured out that I was in an egg!
Oh boy! I wonder what I am!
I started to get very excited, and little by little, I chizzled my way out of that egg.
The sunshine hurt my eyes.
They were so used to the darkness of the egg.
Finally, my eyes adjusted so I could see.
I gazed around the garden and heard cheers of joy.
In front of me, were two worm-like creatures.
One said, "Our baby Whirlm is soooo cute!"
"I-I-I-I'm a Whirlm?" I asked.
"He can talk too!" "Oh what a cutie-pie!"
After a while, I felt some wierd, smooth, texture forming around my body.
Whatever it was, it was now around my whole body.
It felt like I was being born all over again.
Finally the thing cracked, and I was free, I was..... A MAN!

The next day I decided to go wandering out away from my parents.
I was searching franticly for a bite to eat.
Finally, I found some nice feathery looking creatures.
They were black, white, and had a pointy nose.
I went into there little pick-nick area, carfully squirming, so they wouldn't see me.
There! A peice of bread!
I moved my little Whirlm body as fast as it possibly could go.
CRACK!

"What.... what happend?"
I opend my eyes and the feathery creature was holding my backside in her beack.
"This isn't good." I thought to myself.
Should I dare look beneath me?
I turned my head around and......
There were two baby feathery creatures who looked hungry.
Please! Don't eat m..........

[FlakPanzer4]

Pulse beating against my Reeses Cup heart, trying to move as fast as I could. The second one of the diving creatures torpedoed twoards me with a horrifying screach. My tiny Candary wings were fluttering at maddening speed. The Buzzenge came by for a second approach and almost hit me with a razor sharp talon. I found shelter in a tree, only to be met with a screech as a beak tore through the branches to my left and right. The realization hit me that this might be the end.

"No, stop thinking negative thoughts! I will come out of this," I told myself

"I don't think you can't stay in there forever, come out little birdy," The Buzzenge taunted.

As soon as I saw an opening in between the safety of my house and the Buzzenge and the safety of my birdhouse, I jetted out twoards my home.

Two Quackberys enjoying a lunch near the home were surprised when a yellow bullet shot past them.

"What was that, I say?" said one of the Quackberry's with a monocle.

"Indubetdley, a Candary flying at precisely 124km per hour ol' chap" said the second quackberry, touting a RashBerry or Bobby helmet.

As soon my beak got in through the house, I listened for a flapping of wings ourside the home. A Buzzenges beak poked through the hole and just missed me by an inch. But that was not precisely as a chunk of wing was spewing peppermint from earlier in the chase. I felt helpless and scared.

As a Moozipan teacher called a class to attention, I woke up with an abrupt start and it had all been a dream. I had just fallen asleep in class, yet again. The dream had simply been me listening to another boring sotry, and dreaming about me in the story.

The Moozipan in charge of the class stopped reading the story and turned to adress the class.

"See kids, a Buzznege attacking a Candary in its own home is like Spawn Killing in Rainobw Six Vegas and is wrong to do."

As the bell rang and class filed out, Ms. Moozipan turned to me and said,

"Charles Candary, you way want to see the nurse. Your wing seems to be hurt from a beak attack I'd say. The bite looks about the size of a Buzzenge's beak."

Oh nuts.