IGN:tcanton233 Age:14 Have you ever been banned form the server?:Nope Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? No Is english you're first language? Yes What do you think you can bring to improve our organization? Time ( I spend at least 7 hours a day on ecc) Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organization? Yes Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? um, maybe that Im not a president or not as experienced in the game but I am a mayor. Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...) Its warm, but completely dark. I slowly wave my hands around trying to find … something. Anything. My hand touches a slimy surface that feels like melted butter. I attempt to stand up and try to find a way out of this ‘trap’. But it all seems to be the same. After sliding across the walls, my hand felt an indention on the wall. I push, slide and hit the indention hoping that it will free me, and it did. I see light, its blinding. My eyes feel like as though they where on fire. I fell on the floor holding my eyes for some time. A loud scream snapped me out of my crouched position and I heard footsteps closing in. I cant be caught. I look up and see a hall full of doorways that looked similar to the one I just came out of. I run the opposite direction that the scream came from only to realize it’s a dead end. Then I heard another scream but this time I could tell it’s a girl. I turn around and see her running straight at me alone …. And scared. Have you read and agreed with our rules? Yes
IGN: rabidworm Age: 18 Have you ever been banned form the server?: um, actually, right now xD it was a 1 hour temp ban and i have no idea why, i'll update once i know **edit** the entire /auction channel was banned aproxx 0.7 seconds after i joined. XD i am the unluckiest man alive Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? NOPE Is english you're first language? YUP What do you think you can bring to improve our organization? BOOOKS Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organization? BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOKS Any reasons you think you might not be chosen? Not really. xD Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...) This is a book i wrote for no apparent reason. its not done. xD obviously Lord Hamilton strode softly through the wood. He had been running to begin with, but by now he ought to be safe, and thus he slowed to a walk, careful not to wake the creatures within. He had passed the boundary into the Triangle mere seconds ago, and even the slightest noise might disturb them. His pursuers, those members of the Grey Men who either knew of his current weakness or were ignorant of his usual strength, would hopefully turn back at the Step into the Triangle. Very few people had ever dared venture this part of the wood, and even fewer had lived to tell of the experience. No one knows what exactly caused the three kings to create this place, sacrificing their lives in the process, nor how it was they accomplished such a feat. What knowledge there was about Triangle was scarce, and most thought it a Hell to avoid. Sam Hamilton knew better. The creatures here were once equestrians. All of them. No one knows what happens to their riders or any of the previous inhabitants, but the creatures may not leave the wood. However, they also cannot be harmed in any way currently known to man. They would sleep wherever they happened to be when their last target exited the wood… or was caught. As these dark thoughts tore their way through Sam’s mind, he heard a loud crack, mere meters behind him. The creatures were up in an instant. Sam spun, diving into a tree and concealing himself with what Power he had left. He heard several shouts, the pounding of hooves, screams, and then silence. It was all over within 10 seconds, the creatures already again fast asleep. Sam waited, his heart pounding, a wonder the horses couldn’t hear its furious beat. Once he calmed, he let of go of his Power and faded back into existence. As he peered at the ground where the struggle had quite obviously occurred, he saw that nothing, not even bones, remained. Damn Him! Sam thought as he stared at the tumult in the long dead leaves. How did the bastard follow me so closely? Whoever the man had been, he obviously had some Power of his own. It was a rare man who could mask his own footsteps, as it required utter concentration, but it was an even rarer man who could conceal his very being as Sam had. It took most people decades of study just master Sound Concealment. Sam was 19. His father had always been angry since the fire that burnt down their house and Sam’s older brother with it, sometimes so much so that he began… doing things to Sam and his mother. Sam had learned to conceal himself, utterly, by the age of thirteen and by 19 the only thing he seems not to have mastered is Fire. No real wonder why, the fire had done as much damage to a seven year old Sam as it had done to his father. Due to his current prowess, his father still thinks Sam caused the fire and blames him publicly. The blame he could handle, but after his Father Exiled him from the Grey, This wood had become his home. He should have left this place long ago, but he couldn’t. As long as he was still here, even though they could never marry, he and Kaede could still meet. That was what was important to Lord Hamilton. Yes, even though Sam had been Exiled from those Grey Men, once his father took the position of Unspeakable and had his tongue removed, Sam had been left as the legal Lord of a House he wasn’t welcome in. Sam’s heart began to race again, as he sensed the presence of the Dome. It was a structure in the wood, near the edge facing the town, and no one has gleaned its purpose. Sam reached out with his Power as he passed, trying to sense its structure or what may lay inside, but like all before him he was denied. No matter what he tried on the Dome, nothing could penetrate nor even sense its existence, as if it were an illusion that could fool even touch. Of course, Sam had never dared actually approach close enough to touch the damned thing. By merely approaching the structure, your heart quickened with fear, in some to the point of bursting. He hurried along on his own path to the tree he called home, wrapping himself in shadows as he went. Have you read and agreed with our rules? MMMMMMHMM
IGN:Zoolouie Age: 14 Have you ever been banned form the server?: Nope ^.^ Do you belong/have taken part of the ECC Wiki team? Nope. Is english you're first language?: Yes, I also speak gibberish What do you think you can bring to improve our organization? : I find myself to write pretty humorous (and punny) pieces, both in papers that were suppose to be serious, and in short answers too. Will you contribute by donating books and other materials to the organization?: Yea sure, I just need inspiration. Any reasons you think you might not be chosen?: Because I can never spell the word "beleive" correctly.... Please provide a short sample of you're work (may be a tutorial, story.. etc...) Sorry, like I said I need inspiration. Give me a topic, and I'll start writing though! Have you read and agreed with our rules?
Zoolouie I'm going to give you a topic that you can use or completely ignore lol ...... A SUPERHERO STORY ABOUT YOURSELF or A HOUSE THAT HAS A FAMILY OF STRAY DOGS AND A GIRL TRYING TO SAVE THEM or A STORY ABOUT A MURDERER AND HIS POINT OF VIEW (you know cause its always the point of view of the person the guys trying to murder so flip flop) or A TALKING SHOE! Once again you can choose to use one or totally ignore this lol
Bump Added z1997 and crunchqualiz. More people might be added as the cult grows. Current members: Shadow_sock Burnsbrightly monkeybutt244 crunchqualiz z1997 sputnick rabidworm
Like i said, more people will be added. I actually didnt choose the candidates this time, i asked for someone to do it for me. You must understand its not easy to work with so many people
Sorry this is so late..... Family vacation, ill try my best. Title: The Pope at Dinner The pope silently walked into the room, quickly darting his eyes to assure himself that there were no assassins. Just the other day an attempt on his life was made involving many different types of poisons. He should have known better, the bus boy should not have lost his life. But, its the way that important people are forced to live. He sat down at the table, and was greeted by few familiar faces. People came and went very quickly in this town, he hardly had enough time to make friends with any one of them. A man approached him. "Whatever you do, don't drink the orange juice. It is poisoned, and you will die instantly." He whispered, then disappeared into the shadows. Although the pope was a holy man, many viewed him as quite stupid, but many knew it was just the opposite. The Pope thought to himself on what to do. Surely he could not trust any of the food made by the chefs, although the man had only warned him about the orange juice it was more than likely that all the food had been poisoned as well. When he took his seat and was offered food, he swiftly rejected and instead chatted with a few of the locals. He was pleased to find some of the smaller children had come to see the Pope himself, for most of the time he was visited by only adults. "How may I help you?" he said in a tender tone to one of the children, one with shaggy hair who couldn't of been any older than 10. "Well sir, we baked you these muffins, because of how much work you do, and were wondering if you would like to try one now." The child replied. The pope took the simplest muffin he could find from the basket. He sunk his teeth into it to find it tasted like the finest, richest, most elegant DIRT in the nation. He struggled not to spit it out, and gave the children a thumbs up. But the children were not there anymore. They had vanished from sight. And just like that, the pope was dead. Killed by 7 year olds. But this is not the end of the story. A miracle did indeed happen. After the Pope fell dead, the maids found something miraculous, something glorious. It was 10 million dollars in cash, which was soon divided between the closest family members, the maids, and most of the workers. The closest of family members, unfortunately, were the three assassins, all rich now beyond their wildest beliefs. And everyone lived happily ever after (well, except for the pope, who is dead now). THE END And the moral of the story? Don't eat muffins. They suck. Sorry if that was a little unfunny, I dont know much about popes, so I guessed a little, and tried to stay away from the actual job of the pope. I would have added more, but it is 10:30 and my brain just won't work Anyway, add me or not, I just hope you enjoyed my short, but stupid story
