If you don't have a great idea when you learn that it is your turn, don't just make a round that you don't even think is good. Try to think to come up with a good idea for a round, and then if you can't, then make a round that you don't even think is good.
Also you're encouraged to start the round in this format: "You have one post to [what you have one post to do goes here]"
Additionally don't end the round early. Rounds should be at least close to a day long. If you started the round at night, you can't end it tomorrow morning. If you started it in the morning, you shouldn't end it before you go to bed.
Interrounds:
The people running rounds are ideally supposed to judge approximately 24 hours after they start the round, but from now on if they haven't judged after 30 hours (6 hours late) then anyone is allowed to start a round between rounds, like the guess when Livio will start the next round, guess how many dogs shos has, ect.
You're also allowed to do this if the round has been judged within 30 hours, but the next guy hasn't started their round within 12 hours of the other round being judged.
The catch is of course that the round could end at any time, because these rounds last until the current round is judged and the next round begins.
You may judge rounds however you'd like, but at the end of the round there can only be one winner.
These rounds will be marked as ".5"s in the previous rounds and winners
Swedish is close enough to Finnish.
Sorry to non-mods, but you can't access this.
Edit: This is the post:
'jellsprout' said:
~ Moose Köttfärslimpa ~
1 ägg
¾ c. mjölk
1 c. riven cheddarost (Colby Jack är också bra)
½ c. snabb matlagning havre
½ c. hackad lök
1 tsk. salt
1 ½ tsk. Vitlök Peppar
1 £ marken älg
1 c. ketchup
3 / 4 c. packat farinsocker
1 ½ tsk. beredd senap
Vägbeskrivning:
I en skål, slå ägg och mjölk. Rör i ost, havre, lök, salt, och peppar. Låt sitta i fem minuter för att låta havre suga upp ägg och mjölk blandningen. Lägg till marken älg, blanda väl (det fungerar bättre om du blandar det med händerna). På denna punkt kan du forma till åtta mini bröden och lägg i en smord 13 x 9 ugnsform, eller så kan du bara göra en stor limpa och lägg i en smord bakform.
Kombinera ketchup, senap och farinsocker. Rör. Sked över bröd eller limpa.
Baka, utan lock, i 350 grader i 1 timme. eller tills en köttermometer införas i mitten av bröd läsningar 160 grader ..
you have one post to link me to the finniest post in the interguild. that includes, but obviously not limited to, the old interguild.
'Yaya' said:
Silver, I put effort into that list. Consider this my revenge:
It was a great party; lots of hobos, transparent strobe lights, and even a Vietnamese clown. I followed my typical party habits of constantly hovering over the punch bowl and telling lame and offensive jokes to scare away anyone that approached, leaving more punch for me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The host opened it up enough to see a pompous meteorite with 2 dimwitted, underage chondrites around his arms.
"Sup yall, name's Chet", said the already-having-a-bad-reputation intruder
"Did I invite you?", questioned the host
"Nope, but me and the lovely chondrites just showered together and needed a place to crash. Why not at crappy party?"
That angered me; the host was a good friend of mine and knowing him, he'd probably go kill himself with a banana and a cornhole board after accepting that insult. The unwelcome guest slowly rolled his way to the punch bowl, I started to mentally sweat; who prepares meteorite slanders in advance! He was at the punch bowl, ever so ready to drink punch. I had one chance.
"So.... what do meteorites say to each other after they sneeze?", I asked him
"Well actually, we don't sne-"
"Tunguska! DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", I answered and chortled manically as punch squirted out my ears.
"Ay, shut yer mouth or I could easily give you unwanted super powers or radiation poisoning", Chet warned
I did nothing, too busy rolling around in my punny filth. Suddenly, defying physics, he picked up the punch bowl and chugged it right before my eyes. When he set it back down, all that was in there was some gravel that had drooled. I couldn't take it anymore; he had crashed the party, was with preteen meteorites, brought upon my friend's death, and drank all the punch. I kicked him square in the vesicles with punch still dripping out of my ears. Rolling on the floor, knocking over hobos and setting the carpet on fire, Chet was out of commission for the night. With the help of Quang, the clown, we roughly set him and his escorts in the front yard where they were quickly seized by the government. FIN
Only post that I could remember with the word fin in it. I'll keep looking.
COMING SOON: A giant meteor. Please.
Give me +karma. Give me +karma.
Swedish is close enough to Finnish.
Sorry to non-mods, but you can't access this.
Edit: This is the post:
'jellsprout' said:
~ Moose Köttfärslimpa ~
1 ägg
¾ c. mjölk
1 c. riven cheddarost (Colby Jack är också bra)
½ c. snabb matlagning havre
½ c. hackad lök
1 tsk. salt
1 ½ tsk. Vitlök Peppar
1 £ marken älg
1 c. ketchup
3 / 4 c. packat farinsocker
1 ½ tsk. beredd senap
Vägbeskrivning:
I en skål, slå ägg och mjölk. Rör i ost, havre, lök, salt, och peppar. Låt sitta i fem minuter för att låta havre suga upp ägg och mjölk blandningen. Lägg till marken älg, blanda väl (det fungerar bättre om du blandar det med händerna). På denna punkt kan du forma till åtta mini bröden och lägg i en smord 13 x 9 ugnsform, eller så kan du bara göra en stor limpa och lägg i en smord bakform.
Kombinera ketchup, senap och farinsocker. Rör. Sked över bröd eller limpa.
Baka, utan lock, i 350 grader i 1 timme. eller tills en köttermometer införas i mitten av bröd läsningar 160 grader ..
That is not english o, right... hmmm. well, nah 5/10
'Yaya' said:
'shos' said:
AHAHAHAHAHA
you have one post to link me to the finniest post in the interguild. that includes, but obviously not limited to, the old interguild.
'Yaya' said:
Silver, I put effort into that list. Consider this my revenge:
It was a great party; lots of hobos, transparent strobe lights, and even a Vietnamese clown. I followed my typical party habits of constantly hovering over the punch bowl and telling lame and offensive jokes to scare away anyone that approached, leaving more punch for me. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. The host opened it up enough to see a pompous meteorite with 2 dimwitted, underage chondrites around his arms.
"Sup yall, name's Chet", said the already-having-a-bad-reputation intruder
"Did I invite you?", questioned the host
"Nope, but me and the lovely chondrites just showered together and needed a place to crash. Why not at crappy party?"
That angered me; the host was a good friend of mine and knowing him, he'd probably go kill himself with a banana and a cornhole board after accepting that insult. The unwelcome guest slowly rolled his way to the punch bowl, I started to mentally sweat; who prepares meteorite slanders in advance! He was at the punch bowl, ever so ready to drink punch. I had one chance.
"So.... what do meteorites say to each other after they sneeze?", I asked him
"Well actually, we don't sne-"
"Tunguska! DAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!", I answered and chortled manically as punch squirted out my ears.
"Ay, shut yer mouth or I could easily give you unwanted super powers or radiation poisoning", Chet warned
I did nothing, too busy rolling around in my punny filth. Suddenly, defying physics, he picked up the punch bowl and chugged it right before my eyes. When he set it back down, all that was in there was some gravel that had drooled. I couldn't take it anymore; he had crashed the party, was with preteen meteorites, brought upon my friend's death, and drank all the punch. I kicked him square in the vesicles with punch still dripping out of my ears. Rolling on the floor, knocking over hobos and setting the carpet on fire, Chet was out of commission for the night. With the help of Quang, the clown, we roughly set him and his escorts in the front yard where they were quickly seized by the government. FIN
Only post that I could remember with the word fin in it. I'll keep looking.
tl;dr. know what that means? it meanas it's TOO LONG TO BE READ. however I did read the big 'fin'. so 7/10
quirvy reply to my pm
livio reply to my pm
isa reply to my pm
livio reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
isa reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
livio reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
isa reply to my pm
'Livio' said:
You know, I was thinking of getting an internship at Microsoft, but I'm not sure I want their lameness to rub off on me.
Thomas is a regular guy; // to be read in the following rhythm: ta ta ta ta ta ta ta - ta ta ta ta ta.
the interguild he bothers. //lol it's the only word I could think of that rhymes, no offense XD
However, since too bored to die;
he pms all the others.
since his pms are not as nice // it must suit the rhythm, so you shall read, 'pee-ehms'. ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta - ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta.
they've been reported more than twice
and when a warning has been shot,
inquiring pm comes back, how not..
Chorus:
"You have received a warning from the Interguild Staff for the following reason:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAA
If you feel you were falsely accused, or the reason above was not understood, please reply to this message. "
Thomas, Underrated,
Overlooked,
Annoyed,
Depressed.
He only wishes for the best,
But people give him the worst.
He is like a Creeper, his heart full of despair,
But he explodes of danger when nearing a person.
If only people would be kinder,
Then they would appreciate his company.
Until that day, he will say...
"Quirvy reply to my PM"
Author's Notes:
*If you don't know what a Creeper is, go check out Minecraft.
*The poem is 12 lines exactly. All blank lines should be excluded.
I like how the first letters on the first 4 lines spell out Toad.
Now my poem...
The Question?
How are we to know
if he's not the mafio-so?
When he talks so contradictively,
and answers so predictably
Maybe hiding 'round the site makes him think that he's infallible
The master of human nature from his silent observation,
To think he knows the most of us from straying from the ice cave,
Avoiding snow capped pits, Oh I love him to bits
To him the world is just a game,
A simple role he plays,
but is collecting karma
how he really pays?
Upcoming HatPC level: Sanctuary, coming soon to an internet browser near you...
Thomas, oh Thomas,
just who is to blame
for your negative karma
and vilified name?
You, for your actions?
Our members' disdain?
A hatred and playfulness
one in the same?
You may be annoying
and slightly insane,
but at the end of the day,
I think Haily's to blame.
Age: 27 Karma: 21 Posts: 137 Gender:Male Location: Your local cattle ranch pm | email
A Day in the Life of Thomas
By Bryan
Thomas goes on the Interguild,
Hits the Private Messages link.
Oh, it's time to send a PM to Quirvy.
Messaging him until he gets annoyed.
Annoyed Quirvy replies to the message.
Sending PMs again; the cycle repeats.
There was a boy named thomas
Who came interguild to annoy us.
Whose fails were recorded in the weekly updates,
And whose origins are from icecaves
He started a karma war,
And ended in hours less than 24.
He was eventually karma locked,
And he's canadian.
Thomas
Amazing
Better Than Quirvy
Skinny
IceCaves Member
Good at Pwning people
Always replies to PM's
Canadian
Not American
Canucks Fan
A man
Normally I'd give you a 0/10 but since you've been reset and all I'll be generous and give you a 4/10 even though that poem has no room for improvement because it cannot be improved because it is a hopeless cause. 4/10
'soccerboy13542' said:
a poem about thomas' life.
by soccerboy:
quirvy reply to my pm
livio reply to my pm
isa reply to my pm
livio reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
isa reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
livio reply to my pm
quirvy reply to my pm
isa reply to my pm
This tells an interesting story, but the Rhyme Scheme is a bit too repetitive for my tastes, 3/10
'shos' said:
THOMAS!
Thomas is a regular guy; // to be read in the following rhythm: ta ta ta ta ta ta ta - ta ta ta ta ta.
the interguild he bothers. //lol it's the only word I could think of that rhymes, no offense XD
However, since too bored to die;
he pms all the others.
since his pms are not as nice // it must suit the rhythm, so you shall read, 'pee-ehms'. ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta - ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta.
they've been reported more than twice
and when a warning has been shot,
inquiring pm comes back, how not..
Chorus:
"You have received a warning from the Interguild Staff for the following reason:
AHAHAHAHAHAHAA
If you feel you were falsely accused, or the reason above was not understood, please reply to this message. "
This poem deeply touches me with its story of an average man who resorts to a life of crime, only for it to come back to haunt him in the end. 8/10
'Silver' said:
Thomas, Underrated,
Overlooked,
Annoyed,
Depressed.
He only wishes for the best,
But people give him the worst.
He is like a Creeper, his heart full of despair,
But he explodes of danger when nearing a person.
If only people would be kinder,
Then they would appreciate his company.
Until that day, he will say...
"Quirvy reply to my PM"
Author's Notes:
*If you don't know what a Creeper is, go check out Minecraft.
*The poem is 12 lines exactly. All blank lines should be excluded.
The comparisons between Thomas and a creeper send chills down my spine, but I like poems that rhyme better so you only get a 5/10
'Harumbai' said:
I like how the first letters on the first 4 lines spell out Toad.
Now my poem...
The Question?
How are we to know
if he's not the mafio-so?
When he talks so contradictively,
and answers so predictably
Maybe hiding 'round the site makes him think that he's infallible
The master of human nature from his silent observation,
To think he knows the most of us from straying from the ice cave,
Avoiding snow capped pits, Oh I love him to bits
To him the world is just a game,
A simple role he plays,
but is collecting karma
how he really pays?
This poem seems disorganized. You start off with rhyming, but then seem to abandon in in the last 8 lines. The first section covers his actions in the mafia game, the second covers him hiding whilst online, the third his views on life and karma. While that's all fine and dandy with my, the title of your poem is "The Question" and I don't understand what exactly the question is when you shift from topic to topic like that. Also there's lots of empty lines under the poem. Needs revisions. 4/10
'Dando' said:
Thomas, oh Thomas,
just who is to blame
for your negative karma
and vilified name?
You, for your actions?
Our members' disdain?
A hatred and playfulness
one in the same?
You may be annoying
and slightly insane,
but at the end of the day,
I think Haily's to blame.
This is a very well structured poem, outlining the possible causes for the fall of the Thomas' karma and then suggesting a personal opinion on the matter to conclude the poem. 10/10
'jellsprout' said:
Thomas of IceCaves
Haily's humble second hand
Why are you so loud?
You go on G-mail
You reply to my PM
Harumbai killed me
Okay, so they are two poems. Haikus can only be 3 lines long, so I had to.
I said A(singular) poem of 6-12 lines, not 2 poems of 3 lines! But they were okay I guess so you still get a 4/10 despite not following instructions.
'Isa' said:
There once was a boy from Vancouver
Who thought that he could outmaneuver
The Interguild Staff
Who gave him a laugh
Now he's as credible as Hoover.
Hoover: President of the US during the economic crisis that started in 1929
I like it but it's only 5 lines, so you only get a 5/6 which translates to about a 8/10
'Livio' said:
Here's a poem written in smilies. It is meant to be read as a conversation between two people:
Did you get it?
Not as much as I would have had you taken the time to actually write it. 4/10
'Bryan' said:
A Day in the Life of Thomas
By Bryan
Thomas goes on the Interguild,
Hits the Private Messages link.
Oh, it's time to send a PM to Quirvy.
Messaging him until he gets annoyed.
Annoyed Quirvy replies to the message.
Sending PMs again; the cycle repeats.
Not only does this not rhyme, which makes me like it less, but it is also false! I do not get annoyed by his pms! I usually just brush it off and humor him. 5/10
'DeathBunni X' said:
There was a boy named thomas
Who came interguild to annoy us.
Whose fails were recorded in the weekly updates,
And whose origins are from icecaves
He started a karma war,
And ended in hours less than 24.
He was eventually karma locked,
And he's canadian.
[witty review of poem] 5/10
Dando's poem was clearly the best, Isa would have made it close but his was only 5 lines long(as limericks are expected to be), and shos' was also pretty notably good, but not as good.
I thought that was one of our more interesting and fun rounds we've had, but now this round is over, and the next round will be run by Dando
etc.)
)
o, right... hmmm. well, nah 5/10
) hilarious XD
