Hyon set give away!

well also since greater fortitude removed completely BMs officialy suck now, i will start working on my dl and mg.

anyway, the event is quait simple. tell me a story. any kind of story you want. funny, disguasting, about sex, horror, idk what ever you want. and the person that will write the best story for me will get my hyon set! well its not FO but it has very rare opts that you'll take forever to find.

now here is another thing, each person is alowed as many stories as he want, but he have to wait for someone else to post before he could post another story.

DUEL ACCOUNTS ARE NOT ALLOWED!
i will ask someone who can modorate to look at IPs of posters.

duel poster will be DQ from this event.

good luck!

u think this idea will work ????????

yes i do. DO-NOT-SPAM

if spam starts i will DQ that too. i got no patience for that.

Well, I don't play atm but I'll just post a story . This really happened to me.

Back when I lived in New Orleans, Louisiana, there was a patch of woods behind our neighborhood with a fairly large pond in it. About 1/5 of a Km from one end to another. One day me and my friends decided to go swimming in it. We knew there we alligators in it but was like "Oh well. Man props." We had a race seeing who could swim from one end to the other the quickest (this was back when I was in-shape). We get about 1/3 of the way and we hear splashing at the edge of the pond. I stop and look over. FML, the alligators are getting in. I was probably swimming faster then a Olympic swimmer trying to get out of the water. So we get out and now we're getting chased by the boars that are in the woods. FML even more ._. So we're running half naked through the woods. We come back later with swords cause we're bad Meh like that hoping to catch a boar for making us look stupid. Unfortunately we didn't find one :/....the end.

I PLAY BASKETBALL every weekend morning at James Lick Middle School. It's a physical game, full of people half my age and twice my size for whom basketball is war, not fun. Every week I take a shoulder or two under my chin that brings jelly to my legs. Don't let sedate Snowy Valley fool you: this is one tough game.

I'm 53 years old. I've got no business running with these bulls. But I love it too much to quit. My wife and I moved from L.A. to Noe six years ago and the first thing I did, before finding a bank, post office, or school for my children, was ask around until I heard about a great pickup game. Everybody here feels the same way. Some of these guys have been playing every week, on this same court, for over 25 years. And some weren't even born when the game began.

A pickup basketball game is a world unto itself. You've got to learn a few rules, and the lingo. The lingo is easy: There are only two words, shee and muh. Shee is used at the beginning or end of sentences. Muh is the all-purpose word and can be used anywhere, as a noun, verb, adverb, or adjective, sometimes all in the same sentence. For example: "Yo, muh! You muh hacked my muh arm, muh! Shee!"

The rules aren't hard either. The first rule is Melvin. Melvin is 6829 and close to 300 pounds, and he's got volume. Whatever he says goes, because he will yell louder and longer than anyone else.

"Foul, Melvin."

"That was no muh foul, muh!"

"Shee, you elbowed me in the muh mouth, Melvin!"

"Elbowed you? That was just a love tap, muh! You don't want love from Melvin, you stay outside with the little people! Shee!"

A few years ago a Russian guy who didn't speak much English played with us for a few months. He kept getting everything backwards. He'd say "Hum!"

Melvin had to correct him.

"It's muh, Boris, not hum!"

"Is muh? You are sure, Melvin? Is not hum?"

"I'm muh positive, Boris! Shee!"

Boris got pretty good at it. Then one Saturday he just didn't show up anymore. Nobody knows where he went. But that's not surprising. We don't really know anything about each other, unless it relates to basketball.

Last New Year's Day I was reading the newspaper, and I saw a familiar first name -- one of the guys had committed suicide and made the front page. It was really a shock, because Hayden had been playing ball with us just a short time before he died. We still don't know what happened. If this had been a women's group we might have known all about his interior life, maybe been able to counsel him a little bit. But all I knew about Hayden was: "Likes to spin, drive, go to either hand, good rebounder." I think he had two kids, but I'm not even positive about that.

Yet it's perfectly natural to us that we know nothing about one another's families, jobs, or even last names. That's rule number two: Don't ask. It's not important. The game is what counts. Is somebody a lawyer or a security guard? Doesn't matter. Do they prefer to go left or right? Important. Are they white or black? Not important. Can you rile them up? Important. Tangibles don't matter. Intangibles do. Rolando is intense, don't mess with him. Scoop is self-conscious about being short, try to make him mad. Tico is somebody who will always take the crucial last shot, and usually hit it. Get him on your team.

They all know I'm hypersenstitive about being the oldest player on the court. I get nonstop flak about it.

"Hey, old man!"

"Muh can't hardly walk let alone dribble!"

But when I hit a sweet little jumper from the corner?

"Shee! Muh can still score, I'll tell you what!"

Saturday after Saturday. It's how we measure our years. I head for my car armed with dreams for the week, smiling like a muh.

For valentinesday I went with my girlfriend on holiday. We had alot of porn together, my dick almost fell off. that's my superstory for you :]


greetings ign Gaylord

nc story....^^

ok, i give two more weeks for stories to come, after that, the happy winner will get a rare opts hyon set!