Since I have more T$ than I have ever had before (2600ish) and I literally am not doing anything with it I am going to be ~charitable~ and give some away
How to enter: Decide which design you want in shops and then write your best sob story on why you NEED it, as in your sob story must related to that design in some way. For example: "I need that crown because my dog died" is NOT acceptable, however, if you story was "My dog's final breaths were strangely close to morse code for pixelated crown" THAT would be acceptable!!!!!
How winning works: I will choose the top two (Yes TWO!!!!) stories and I will gift first place the design they want specifically, but I will keep the second design that comes with it. For second place I will be purchasing a design for myself and then asking the shop owner to gift you in return instead of myself (I plan on buying from _Aria and they are pretty trust worthy with these things I'm pretty sure so ya).
so yeah ~two for you, two for me~ first place gets their gift instantly and second place gets theirs eventually
You have until MIDNIGHT TONIGHT EST TO ENTER (which is like 3 and a half hours). ONLY ONE ENTRY IS ALLOWED PER PERSON
P.S AT THE END OF YOUR SUBMISSION PLEASE PUT A SECOND DESIGN YOU WOULD LIKE JUST IN CASE OF STOCKS RUNNING OUT THANK YOU!!!!!!!!
P.S.S THIS ONLY APPLIES TO SHOPS DOING BUY 1 GET 1'S AND SINCE I DON'T KNOW IF GAGALUV OR ROUGHNIGHTBRO ARE DOING THESE DEALS THEIR SHOPS CANNOT BE CHOSEN FROM IM SORRY (and selfish)
My Grandfather was in the US army fighting for our rights such as the right to wear scandalous tank tops. He drove a big tank and eventually was killed doing such. He was hit right is the face with an anchor and died instantly, bless his heart.
when they cleaned his locker out, they found a note. The note said
"someone send my grandson some pixelated clothes that the reality TV obsessed homosexuals jizz their pants for"
thats my story, i hope you respect my grandfather enough to gift me :(
1st Choice: Anchor Tank
Well, one stormy night, my dad was sailing out to sea to catch my starving family and I some fish. When he was leaving, he told me about this tattoo that he got once. It was an anchor tattoo, and he said if he could catch enough fish, he would buy me a shirt with the same design so I could always remember him. At sea, a huge storm began, and I worried all night, until I decided to go out to the port to see if I could find out any information. I ran to the docks, where they told me my dad was eaten by a bus sized shark, who jumped out of the water bearing a Anchor shaped scar along his right flank. This was all seen by a lighthouse attendant when the light shined on my dad's boat. It is so weird that the shark had the anchor scar, and so sad for me because I lost my dad, the only provider for the family, and the chance at having something to remember him by. My family has struggled, and I have had to work and quit school so my little sister even had something to eat. ;(
Once upon a time there was a boy named brandonator walking down the woods. He was racing me (his best friend) we were running so fast that we werent paying attention what was beneath us until he tripped over a rock and fell into quicksand. He is currently sinking from the quicksand as i comment. (This happened today). while he was sinking and i was crying because after many failed attempts at trying to save him Death (from family guy) appeared from no where.
He told me that brandonator was going to sink until and die and it will not be stopped. I started to cry so hard and so loud i could fill up a river. I then thunk and thought so hard to try to think of ways i could get him out of this mess. Then it clicked, i will make a deal with Death. So i called death over and asked "Death what could is there anything, anything left for me to do that will change his fate and bring him back out of the quick sand and with me." He said, "There is one thing, get gifted the golden tiara from Arias shop by him some how and I will remove the quick sand and he will be saved, but you have until 12:15 am est November 14 2014 to get the task accomplished"
Therefore, here i am now asking for you sir to please help me bring my friend back to life from the death that is pending upon him. I would be so grateful if you were to gift me so that he could continue to live his life and experience all the opportunities that would otherwise be missed if he passes.
1st Choice: Platinum Seductive
Last year, my grandmother lost her battle to cancer. I knew her for having the most beautiful blonde hair in town. She could easily seduce someone with a beat of an eyelash. Before she died, she requested that her hair be donated to a charitable company. Well, this company turned out to be full of crooks. Instead of using the hair on cancer patients, they decided to sell the hair for an outrageous price. I am here begging you to please help me get my grandmother's hair back. She meant the world to me and will be missed by many. I know I miss her......
Every single day as a child from about 2 years old to 5 years old, my dad would put on his White Layered Coat and headed off to work. I don't quite remember why he needed it or why he had multiple coats to cycle through and wash them, but he never changed outfits as he went to work. I was a young kid, didn't know much but I picked up on his weird clothing attire. My mother didn't seem to notice as she was always tending to the house chores. It was always the same routine day in and day out.
Now I have just turned thirteen and with my amazing experience of entering puberty, by mind also flourishing with curiosity. I sneak into my parents' bedroom and open up their closet. Inside, I go and find all of my father's white coats and grab all of them. After taking them off the rack, I see a glimpse of something on the ground in the corner of the closet. I place down the heaping amount of clothing and pick up the object. It's a picture frame of my father and what looks like to be my grandfather.
I never got to meet my grandfather as he was drowned at seas because his ship's anchor got loose and the whole boat tipped over during a storm.
In the picture it shows my father about my age standing next to my grandfather. My grandfather's arm is around my dad's neck and shoulder and my father looks like he's hugging my grandfather. They both have very happy expressions on their faces but there's also something very peculiar my grandfather is wearing. A white coat.
Being the genius I am I come to the conclusion that my father wears these coats to honor my grandfather and it's probably the sweetest thing ever. As soon as my father comes home I give him the biggest hug ever and if someone were to take a picture at the moment it would look just like my father's photo.
Flash 20 years into the future. I am now thirty eight years old, with a wife and a son of my own. My father had passed away two years ago from a tragic car accident and now I a white coat every day to honor my dad. Just like he did.
1st Choice: White Coat from Aria's Shop
2nd Choice: Anchor Tank Top from Aria's Shop
My entire family was out one night on our large boat hunting for some very large fish. We had the anchor dropped in a perfect spot where we were sure to catch a few. However, a shark decided to come up and start eating us one by one, and by the time we had the anchor raised my entire family except me and my grandmother were gone :(
We made it back to shore, but when she tried bringing the anchor ashore she had a heart attack, and the last thing she said was that I should get a tank top that has an anchor on it in their memory :/
Last year my grandfather lost his battle to cancer :( He was thriving, and cancer free, but then one day it all changed. He started to get lumps in his thrust which turned out to be Cancer. Doctors didn't even try to cure it, because it was so bad! He literally just laid a home in pain for weeks, and weeks. I told us he was gonna die, and we shouldn't worry cause it's going to happen to all of us. This made me extremely emotional and my whole family started crying... Later that day my granda died. Just a week after that my uncle had a heart attack an also passed. :(:( this was the worst week of my life.
Hi. The name’s Rosalind (Rosie, for short) and I’m currently making my way up the ranks at Goldman Sachs. As of now, I’m just one of many investment bankers hired straight out of college (I graduated top of my class at Princeton), but my goal is to make it to Executive Vice President (or even CEO) and I know that I can use my sexuality to get there.
You may be scoffing at the thought of helping me, but I haven't had things handed to me on a silver platter - when I was just a toddler, it was discovered my parents were running a Ponzi scheme and they escaped the country and, I expect, assumed new identities, leaving me to be raised by my crazy, alcoholic aunt. I worked throughout high school to avoid becoming homeless while my parents were living in luxury who knows where.
My boss, Lloyd Blankfein, is married to a former model whose fading beauty is sure to be leaving him with something to be desired. She was known in the industry for her stunning platinum hair; my own hair is currently a luscious dark brown, but I know that to pin Lloyd down I really need to step up my game. I haven’t decided if I’m going to become his mistress for a step up in the company or blackmail him for promotions, but whatever the case, I need that platinum seductive hair if I want to keep up with my 10-year plan. I know it may not be ethical, but no one gets ahead in this business by playing by the rules.
You may say that this does not sound like a sob story. Well, maybe it's not. But, I will use the money I make for good, donating 99% of it to charity. However, first I'm going to find my parents and make them pay for what they did to me.
My second choice would be the faded red lips - I bet those would really get Lloyd going too.
my cat sadly had diarrhea yesterday. everytime a little piece of poop came out, it seemed to say.."gold crown...aria's shop." i mean it's pretty clear to me that i should have the gold crown. so please gift me it. cos this story is shit and my cat's shit said so.
while i was playing frooks wof pov my word kept saying eyes for 4 words then it said green for 4 words then female for 4 words as well now i cant tell the future but im pretty sure to was telling me i needed those green female eyes in shops
I would LOVE the platinum seductive from Lucindas shop:( It really hits home because it looks EXACTLY like my grandmas hair when she used to do shows in vegas:( PEople would be throwing those dollas and i had every aspiration to become just like her:( For a 65 year old she really did know how to work a pole and a mans lap:,(
Thank you for the consideration! I am going to continue to mourn now...
His name was Toby. He was my boyfriend. One day, I borrowed his car. He didn't want me to. But I wanted to go to that party. But because he loved me, he let me borrow it. But then I got into an accident. And i dented it. I thought he'd kill me, but he didn't.
His name was Toby. He was my boyfriend. One day, I wanted to go to Disneyland. He didn't want to cuz he said it would rain. But I wanted to go. But because he loved me, he drove 6 hours for me. But then It did rain. And he got his new pink and grey vest wet. I thought he'd say I told you so, but he didn't.
His name was Toby. He was my boyfriend. One day, I wanted my male best friend from college asked to stay 2 weeks in our house. He had no clothes so I asked Toby if I could lend my best friend his pink and grey vest. He didn't want to cuz he thought my best friend would ruin it. That vest was my first ever gift to him. But I insisted. But because he loved me, he let my bestfriend stay on the couch and attend a party with that pink and grey best. But then he vomited all over himself, and ruined the precious vest. I thought he'd send both of us away, but he didn't.
His name was Toby. He was my boyfriend. One day, I wanted to go to this party at a hotel. I wanted him to go. But because he loved me, he attended . But then I forgot to tell him it was a formal event. And he showed up with his pink and grey vest and jeans. I thought he'd come approach me in that table to be with me. But because he didnt want to embarrass me, he didn't.
Yes, there were lots of things that he didn't do . But he put up with me, and he loved me, and protected me. Him and his pink and grey vest
There were lots of things I wanted to make up to you. So I bought you a new pink and grey vest as a welcome-home present when you returned from Afghanistan.
I went to my parent's homeland and was gifted two parakeets. They were green and beautiful and ate honey comb for their diet. They were in the same cage together and spent their whole lives together. One of them ate so much and was a glutton and got too fat and it could not fly anymore. The other got too skinny sacrificing it's life for it's partner. They met a tragic fate and did not survive very long. They were my first pets ever, and I will always remember them. Upset that my first pets died, I went to the bazaar and got three pet chicks and a pet duck. I remember my uncle who was only 1 year older than me tried to put one of the chicks in a bowl of water and I being a smart 6 year old knows chickens can't swim like ducks! After a while a big giant rat would grab one of the chicks and then another. There was only the duck and a chick left. However, I do not know what happened to them, they lived in the parakeet's cage and are probably dead soon after. I have lost 6 pet birds in a span of 5 weeks, and it is definitely a tragedy. Years later, I was 11 and I won a pet chick named Chirpy from an easter egg hunt. A week later, it has also passed away. I buried him in my backyard, his remains... probably eaten by some random animal. I am 22 now, and I have lived through 7 pet deaths... all birds too. Their final wishes were for me to be dressed up for their memorial every year in a pink and gray vest.
Alright. The gifts designs don't matter to me. A design is a design. Here's my story
This is a horror story. There are two different ones. Both are very short.
1) There was only one man left in the world. No one else alive. As he sat down to eat, he noticed hair in his food that did not come from him o.o
2) Monday O.o
Please consider my stories as they are very horrifying. Make sure kids have parental advisory while reading
I need the faded red lips because the only lips I have are light colored. When I was a kid, I got bullied for having dull lips. My family was poor, and I couldn't afford lip stick so I went to school everyday with my ashy dull lips while everyone else had their choice of lipsticks and glosses from sephora, mac and those sorts. Everyone called me "sandy lip" because I constantly wore my sandy gemma lips to school. One day, a girl in my grade laughed at me for not having deep red, lucious lips like hers and i replied with "I can't afford it! I only have 600Ts!" she grabbed my dark brown sassy curls and bashed me into the lockers nearby. "who's sassy now bitch?" she said, she grabbed my weave and walked away with it.
Please gift me the faded red lips to support poor ol' sandy, and to fund the anti-bullying campaign, for those who can't afford gemma lips, like me.
:')
I WOULD LOVE THE RED LIPS!:)
Once upon a time there this girl, nobody liked her, she was hated, bullied and mistreatreated by her parents. She got so depressed she started cutting, not going to school and doing drugs, she then met a boy and she fell in love. little did she know he was using her for sex when he broke her heart she tried to suicide but she saw her moms famous red lipstick and put it on, when she looked in the mirror all of a sudden her low confidence went gone and she thought she was beautiful and she doesnt need anyone to make her happy she stayed strong with her red lipstick :)
My Grandfather was in the US army fighting for our rights such as the right to wear scandalous tank tops. He drove a big tank and eventually was killed doing such. He was hit right is the face with an anchor and died instantly, bless his heart.
when they cleaned his locker out, they found a note. The note said
"someone send my grandson some pixelated clothes that the reality TV obsessed homosexuals jizz their pants for"
thats my story, i hope you respect my grandfather enough to gift me :(
RIP Grandpappy