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    Event Suggestions

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    Will continue to update these, has been updated as of 18/05.

    @Dellarth Referring to your idea for the Terra Cottage, We need a more efficient way to gain furniture as its almost impossible to come by. Furniture should be included in the AP, on a regular basis - Even if its just the formulas or components.

     

    Event Suggestions

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    So I've been having a think about a few more ideas for events which are hosted by our IG GS's and here is a list of what I have come up with so far; 

    • Screenshot Events - Much like the fashion event we had recently maybe do a few more every month? Theme them, for example; Halloween, Valentines Day, Christmas ect.
    • Art/Writing Challenge's - Although only three people joined the last Event like this, If you spread the word I'm sure a lot more people would be willing to join. [Try changing the prizes a little too, Sticking with 1st, 2nd and 3rd - But also have a prize for entry and the runner ups?] 
    • Advertising & Video Contests - We need to get VGN out there, .to is falling apart, I can tell you that and although this might seem stupid to say, and propose, We need to pick up on the advertisement's, Even if its bumping the old threads up? Boast the new content we have received and the upcoming patches prior to this, And more importantly, Make some for your Guilds and advertise them! We have a fair few running within TS - Which gets regularly updated by Chub, If you want a bigger community, then lets get helping the GM/GS's!
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    [Story Tale] Fantasy of Your Imagination

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    THROUGH MY EYES

    I hadn’t been here since I was eleven years old. I spent three weeks of every summer here with my parents and my brother. The fog was lingering like a damp blanket over the shore and my headlights were struggling to cut through it. I drove up the much too familiar driveway and parked just under the balcony.

    My boyfriend had suggested a weekend away; away from my parents, away from university, away from everything. Out of all the places in the world, he chose here. I guess it was his way of helping, bringing me back here, so I could get over what happened.

    I sat in my car until the fog began to clear. He agreed to meet me at seven, I checked the clock. It was only six. I wiped the condensation from the window; it was a typical February evening; dull, cold and dark. I peered out of the window, the fog curtain limited my view somewhat. I knew this place all too well; if I closed my eyes I could tell you the position of everything.

    Behind me was an outhouse where my dad used to go every few hours to smoke, he said he’d given up, but I think we all knew what he was doing. In front of me and above me was this beautiful, old, weather worn house. It had thirteen chimneys on the roof, so you can imagine how many rooms it had. Leading up to the house there was exactly ten steps, a porch, and a majestic oak door. To my left was a path down to its own private beach, the beach was roughly half a mile of pebbles and grit; not the most attractive of beaches, and up at the top end was a little wooden rowing boat that had been there for as long as I can remember.  On the side of the boat painted in black was the name “Mary Shelley”. To my right there was a patch of land, and if you looked beyond the land there were some cliffs, towering over the angry sea beneath them. My eyes were fixed on the cliffs; even from inside the car I could hear the sea beating its angry fists against the rocks at the bottom like a wild animal trapped in a cage. 

    I opened my eyes, the condensation was rapidly reforming on my window and although I knew it would be back; I proceeded to wipe it away. “Nine years,” I sighed to myself “I put this off for nine years.” I glanced at the clock again. One minute past six. Time seemed to be going so slow, any slower and it would be going backwards. I opened the door and cautiously stepped out of my car.

    The ground already had a thin layer of frost on it; it was almost certain it would get colder as the night drew in. I slammed the car door shut, the echo unnerved me somewhat. I took in a deep breath and the cold air stung the inside of my nostrils, as I breathed back out I watched the vapour dance in little white billows and slowly float away into the cloudy black abyss. The mixture of frost and gravel crunched sympathetically under my feet as I walked to the edge of the driveway. Dan was always early for everything, unlike me, Craig used to say I’d be late to my own funeral. It doesn’t seem that funny anymore. I tried to look beyond the fog and search for headlights, any kind of illumination that would give me hope that he was here. Nothing.

    My phone startled me as it vibrated in my pocket, I felt my stomach tingle. This would be Dan telling me he was stuck in traffic, or his Sat Nav can’t find the place; I didn’t have one of those, technology and I weren’t the best of friends, I didn’t see the point of paying hundreds of pounds for something that takes you the wrong way when you can use a perfectly good map. Dan thought I was old fashioned, but at least a map can’t talk. I took it upon myself on our last visit here to learn how to read a map, just to prove a point to Craig that women could navigate. I turned around and stared at the house solemnly. 

    I was sat on the porch with a map of Anglesey spread out on the floor when Craig came at me with a fairy liquid bottle filled with water. I wasn’t amused, I was eleven acting seventeen, and I jumped up and pressed my hands firmly on my hips. I glared at him like my mum would do, as if that would make a difference, plunged back down, crossed my legs and rested my head on my hands. Still staring at the map, Craig sat down opposite me; he was three years older and claimed to be three years wiser. “There’s no way you’ll ever read a map like that, Claire,” he laughed “for starters you’re holding it upside down.” He picked up the map and spread his arms wide, they curved like a globe, and he turned the map over and placed it back down on the ground. “See that bit of green there with the yellow on either side? Well, that’s where we are.” he said knowledgeably. He looked up at me and smiled his wide mouthed; his white teeth glistened in the sun, I always looked up to him, he was my mentor. From inside the house we heard mum shout “Craig, Claire, tea!” this took us both by surprise. We looked at each other and raced into the house.

    I came out of trance and I felt a silent tear roll down my cheek. I swiftly brushed it away, shook my head and turned back around. “Get a grip of yourself, Claire” I muttered to myself.

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