Kruton

Red Riders 1 of 3 Guild leaders (yellow server) I feel like being sinnoh champion to get to the island is too much of a limiting factor, preventing guild members to enjoy the guild island. Especially with the requirements to get to sinnoh, no map for sinnoh, and with the the guild island price tag so high. With the price tag so high, it would almost require asking members of the guild to help towards the guild island, even though they themselves wont be able to enjoy said island

Welcome To This Wonderful Poem shop Have you ever needed an uplifting read, perhaps a chuckle or just bored and wanted to test the limits of someones imagination? Well now you can, with this wonderful shop. This shop was started after i enjoyed making a poem for the February poem contest, which I later placed second. From there this shop idea was born. So what would happen is after purchase, You would get to pick a topic of your choice and I will write a poem about it as fast as i can. How much for this poem you ask? Well the minimum is 5k, but I will accept donations for larger amounts if you wish to tip. Is there any topic i can pick or from just a set list? The topics must be pg and cannot be insulting someone, this is more for fun and enjoyment. Now these poems may be kept private at the buyers request, otherwise i will most like post in this thread along with the subject that was asked. So Would you like to buy a Poem? Heres a sample poem about the founding of the red riders guild -- Red riders beginnings-- Once a long time ago, before there was an easter plateau, an event had started it was the valentines people had read the admins signs a hunt had started on route 10 it was here that krutons counting began it was made public as a new contest was here whoever guessed right would be sure to cheer for when kruton found a valentine mon whoever guessed closest, would have won 100,200,300, 4 the count kept growing as people came in and out the door but slowly and suredly, help chat grew close a shiny voltorb who had taken a freezing screen dose people scrambled and helped on how to save it while kruton lost his mind, on a verge of a fit but saved it was on account of the group there were yesses, cheers and even a woop(kruton) when a joke was thrown out into the wind we should start a guild , "you are all my friend" a joke it was, but traction was there a crowdfund began in the night air clipper the hours so he would create as money was dropped for the red rider's fate it was created, the leaders there on they were clipper agg and kruton from there expansion arose to get the helpers of help chat and to win against all who oppose it worked,how still a mystery but that is the story, of the red riders' history --end--

Hi, so a few weeks a go(maybe a month), I was told by a staff person (cant remember who) to not sell poems in trade chat and so I did. However recently I re-looked over the rules as I was bored and cannot figure out which rule it broke and was wondering for clarification. So for those that don't know, what i would offer would be 5k ingame, i would write a poem about whatever subject they wanted. I would not do poems dissing others,only pg, and they would be my own work that I made on the fly. It was basically for a chuckle or for entertainment. I asked a mod in game recently and was told to post o nthe forums for better clarification. So yea, what rule does it break and if none, may i return to the poem business? (as far as i know i was the only one who has done this). Thank you for your time and i look forward to your responses.

All around the world, there are legends of dark, creepy places. Some, everyone knows. Others lost in the sands of time. This is the story of the Moving Forest. The cursed place that shows up every Friday the 13th. And when it does, it brings only nightmares. Lets begin... Once upon a time, back when Viridian City was just a tiny village, there lived a small curious boy. He was an ordinary ten year old boy, who liked to explore and collect things. Everyday, he would investigate a new part of what would later become, Viridian Forest. This went on for some time until one day, while in the woods, he saw something he would never forget. The forest seemed to move and whisper his name, beckoning him to explore deeper. He saw trees shake and move aside, revealing a path into the dense, dark forest that sunlight couldn’t even penetrate. Curiosity got the better of him and he went down that path. He was intrigued by the moving roots around the trail. But what he didn’t see was the voracious eyes following him from the trees. Nor did he see the spectres that danced among the branches the further he went. As he reached the end of the path, he saw a single Gengar sitting on a rotten stump, surrounded by dead grass. The boy, too young to know the dangers of this world, approached the Gengar. The sharp jagged teeth of the Gengar revealed themselves as it spoke, leaving a stench of rotten berries in its wake. It told the boy that he was brave and had earned a reward. An opportunity for a trial to have the boy prove himself. If he won the trial he would get three big nuggets, each one worth enough to own a castle. All he had to do was stare at the Gengar and not fall asleep. The boy, savoring the thought of owning the nuggets for his collection, foolishly accepted. His eyes closed and never opened again. The town searched for the boy for weeks, burning paths in the hopes that the boy could find his way back. As the fires grew closer to the hidden path, the Trevenants grew restless. By the time the town found the path, the Trevenants and Gengars had left, taking the body with them. That is, until Friday the 13th came again. A little girl in the now mapped out Viridian Forest disappeared. In her place, lay the lifeless boy. Now every Friday the 13th, the Trevenants and the Gengar return to Viridian Forest and take foolish children, leaving behind their previous victim as a warning. A warning about the woods. A warning for those who travel through Viridian Forest on that day. So now you know the legend of the moving forest here in Viridian. If you find yourself looking at the path guarded by Trevenants, run as fast as you can. Or you might be the next one we find.

They said I was young, that I would find another. They said I had the Oceans' eyes But they didn't know how much i kept back the tides A widow was made when your ship crashed its stern. Five years in, my love's flame continued to burn. I would not ponder another man for me. Somehow i knew that You were still at sea. I sat by the docks, watching the waves bend. Waiting for you to return, for my heart to mend. And then there you were, ragged and broken. The gods must have accepted my token. Five years I waited and now we're one. Happy together, we got a daughter and a son. So yes in my old age right here where I sit. My love for you still grows, never slows down not one bit. [MEDIA=imgur]a/XsRiu[/MEDIA]