Happy New Years Eve!!!

Hello everyone. My name is Scribbles the Cheetah and I stared this blog two years ago. For the last two years I haven't been as consistent here as I know I should be, but as the New Year closes and over 3,000 views on my blog (most acquired in the last few months) I cannot help but be thankful for all of you for supporting me over these last few months as I tried to get my blog up again. It has been a fun last few months writing and sharing posts with you all and in 2017 I hope I can keep writing posts and reviews or just plain silliness to entertain you.

So thank you for reading my blog. And have an extremely happy new year and may it exceed last year as you try and make the most of this upcoming year whatever things you may face!

Love you all, stay fluffy my friends! 😂

Plus since this year is a new year and there are so many things we think could do different, and I feel like there are some things I could do better. Things like being there for all of my friends, or getting better on my writing. So what are things that you would like to improve in this new year? Please share!

Voice Casting Actors/Youtubers/Singers as my Phantom Janitor characters

I fan-(voice)casted most of my favorite Youtubers and actors as my book characters! 😂 None of these are final... and are all based on personality.

Derrick Hilman- Connor Franta
Frankie Christopher III- Ryan Higa
Rowley Manchester- Troye Sivan
Cassidy Wells- Hannah Hart
Elena Salazar- Lilly Singh
Razor Channing-Sam Tsui
Manny Kershov- Thomas Sanders
Buck Wilder- Tyler Oakley
Cain Michael- Markiplier
Ernesto Claw- Robert Downey Jr.
Nathaniel Claw- Kurt Schnieder
Lorena Claw- Lea Michelle
Conner Clearwater- Phil Lester
Alex Ramirez- Dan Howell
Devon Hilman- Stephen Amell
June Hilman- Emily Bett Rickards
Turner Phelps- Caspar Lee
Vinnie Monhagen- Dylan O'Brien
Willy Hayes- Toby Turner

Rogue One!!!!!

Heya guys! It has been an extremely long week, but thank heavens that the challenge is over. O.O Anyway as per the title of this post, I saw the movie Rogue One this Tuesday and booooooy was it awesome.

Here's my review of the movie... For the sake of everyone who hasn't seen the movie and doesn't want spoilers I am going to mark a part of this post as SPOILERS so you can get off this post and watch the movie yourself... but still read at least what I thought of the movie as a whole.

Basically Rogue One is a Star Wars movie that basically fills in the gap between movies III and IV and how the rebels ever got ahold of the plans to the Death Star. Seriously, that is what the movie has been saying its about from the beginning... and if you watch Star Wars IV you know that they have the plans at that point so obviously this movie will end on a good point.

Any I actually thoroughly enjoyed the movie and how quickly they developed alot of the main characters like Jyn, K-2SO, Cassian and all the others and you really start to like these characters alot. I really like K-2SO because he is an Imperial Security Droid, who can sass better than most humans I know. All of the characters are basically misfits or have ties to Imperials, but they join forces to do the right thing. It's just some have to be bribed.

Anyway, movie was spectacular! There are special appearance from several Star Wars characters you know from both the prequels and the sequels and SEVERAL easter eggs so look carefully, because you need to go see this movie.

I give this movie an 8 out of 10 because it was fantastic and I love all the characters, but something happened and I got mad. REALLY MAD.

So goooooo forth and see this movie. Do it. Like now. Go... Are you still reading this? BYE O.O

Challenge winners enclosed.

Jeremy won for art! Christina and Gia tied for the poetry and i won the writing!

Thanks to all of you that entered this challenge!!! :D Merry Christmas

VOTING BEGINS

SO IT BEGINS
12 amazing entries, 11 amazing creators, and now its time to begin voting. But I ask, that before you make a decision, please go read or look at all the entries and then choose your favorite. :D

The link to the voting sheet thing is here: http://splinteredpersonalities.blogspot.com/p/challenge-entries.html

Challenge Entry: Writing: Meghann: The Hatchet's Christmas

It was Christmas 2016 in the great state of Michigan. Outside snow fell lightly as children laughed and played.

But the Hatchet children were not outside playing. Snug in there beds they waited for Santa to come as they fell asleep.

Sammy Hatchet was the oldest Hatchet, about to turn 12. He thought very highly of himself and nothing could bring him down.

Hilly Patchet was the oldest girl at the proud age of eight, confident and challenging, as obviously she was the best.

And then there was Miss Holly Hatchet, the youngest of them all. At the age of five Miss Holly Hatchet still believed in Santa clause, and on that Christmas Eve... strange things occurred.

Mr. Hatchet and Mrs. Hatchet had left the kids home on there own as they often did, and told them not to leave the house.

"Don't you leave this house children, Santa is watching!"

Sammy and Hilly Hatchet scoffed, but Holly Hatchet smiled brightly.

"Don't you worry mommy! I've been a good girl this year!"

Mr. Hatchet squeezed her little red cheeks. "When we get home you'd better be asleep waiting for Santa!"

But not so little miss Holly had a different idea.

As soon as the car pulled away Holly pulled aside her sister and brother.

"We're going to kidnap Santa this year!" She declared.

Little Holly's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"That would be very naughty!" She said.

Sammy paid them no attention as a plan formed his head.

"I've got it!" He said and crawled under his bed.

He pulled out a box full of cameras and locks.

"We will set a trap!" 

Holly shook her head, "I want nothing to do with this, put those back under your bed." 

As Hilly and Sammy schemed a knock on the door caused Holly to scream.

Hilly rolled her eyes and opened the door, but to her surprise there stood a small little book store.

"A book store!" She said. "There must be something wrong with my head!"

A gust of wind must've blew in, for the door opened allowing reindeer within.

Sammy and Holly paid no attention to the deer with there sneaky intentions.

Hilly near died as the reindeer pulled her aside and gave her a guide, labeled "hi, we're the Christmas guys."

Hilly merely shakes her and returns to the bed, but the deer follow causing her to swallow.

Holly looked up, and with much push saw a tiny reindeer and gave it a squish.

"Ouch!" She yelped at the reindeer who snapped her with a belt.

And then came a bear who had no hair. All the children looked up at the bear.

"Say mister bear, where is all of your hair?" Says little miss Holly, all tingly and jolly.

"Why all my hair, it's out there," says Philip with scruff, his voice all deep and gruff.

The reindeer groan as the bear lets out a moan.

"Who sent you here?" Say the irritable deer.

"Same as you" responds the bear, who has no hair.

He turns to the kids his voice all scruff, "Now get to bed and clean up all this stuff!"

Sammy and Hilly clean in a scurry, but little miss Holly, she's in no hurry.

"Hi Mr. Bear, you certainly are nicer than the those deer there!"

"Don't worry your little head, just go along bed!"

But little Ms. Hilly was not at all done, she dashed about ready for some fun.

The deer ran after her as the bear clashed faster than her.

Cornered but nimble little miss Hilly climbed up a Christmas thimble!

Into the sink she went, causing the thimble to be dinky and bent.

The door creaked open and the deer and bear went, Mr. and Mrs. Hatchet stood there with all the money they'd spent. 

"Why oh my!" Mrs Hatchet winked

"Why is there a hatchet in the kitchen sink?" Mr. Hatchet nearly singed.

Mr and Mrs Hatchet put the children to bed and little miss Holly of course said "Goodnight Mr. Reindeer and the bear with no hair, I hope to see you again next Christmas year!"

https://youtu.be/6kiapGDyz_s

Challenge Entry: Poem: JORDAN: My challenge entree (get it? Tree?)

It's Christmas time. Also this might not rhyme. But that's just fine. 

It seems that modern Christmas has gotten hit by a truck.
We've made it more about asking "who the heck got me this spotted purple duck?"
It shouldn't be just about gifts or a tree.
There is a real reason for this season, for you and for me
That is king Jesus, you see.

But if Jesus isn't for you, there can be another meaning too. There is family, life and joy, that's true.

Family, they can drive you to a breakdowns brink. You could end up asking "hey, who left that hatchet in the kitchen sink?" But we love them, we forgive them, because they'll be gone sooner than we think. And the truth is, Christmas without our families would truly stink.

So please, don't get caught up in trees and gifts. Love your family before they all become stiffs.
And from my family to yours, remember to thank Jesus amoungst all the Christmassy chores.

Hello everyone! As of right now, you have 16 hours left to send me a challenge entry, seeing as how the challenge ends at 11:59 tonight. If I wake up tomorrow and see that someone has sent me a challenge and the time recieved is before 11:59, I will post it to the blog tomorrow. :) AND THEN THE VOTING SHALL COMMENCE!

Remember, send all challenge entries to vincenzohasacooldad@gmail.com

Challenge Entry: Writing: SCRIBBLES: Christmas with friends

Here is the entry that I, Scribbles the Halfbloodcheetah, have written for my own challenge.

Conner and Alex threw their sleeping bags on the ground and sat on them. They looked around Clay’s living room. It was Christmas Eve and the house couldn’t look more Christmassy. It was decked out in Christmas décor and presents covered the floor. It was the first time they had been there for something other than… you know… trying to protect a witness of an attempted murder… 

            Alex smiled, “I never realized how nice your house was.”

         Clay walked in with a bowl of chocolates and smiled. “Maybe it’s because you aren’t being chased by a killer, and don’t have a knife in your shoulder.” He smiled and walked back into the kitchen.

            Alex chuckled, “Yeah, which probably does change things a little for me.”

          Jake smiled and bought in a tray piled up high with Christmas cookies. “Trust me, Alex. Clay made sure that the house was super safe for guests…”

           JAAAAKE?” Clay yelled from the kitchen.

                Jake turned around with a blank look on his face. “Oh… apparently not.”

                Clay stood in the doorway with a hatchet in his hand. “Why was there a hatchet in the kitchen sink?”

                Jake reddened, “Well… it was my Dad’s Christmas present to me… I was clean it in the sink…”

                Clay growled, “I know where it’s from. It does NOT belong in the kitchen sink.” He handed it to Jake. “Put it in the shed.” Clay sighed and calmed, “Please?”

                Jake chuckled, “Awww.” He patted Clay on the top of the head. “You’re so vicious.” He ran out the door trying to avoid a kick to the butt.

                Clay giggled at Jake then turned back to the crew and brought in some more snacks.

                Conner chuckled, “You have enough snacks there, Clay?”

                Clay shook his head. “Oh heck no. With all the people coming here we still need more snacks.”

                Alex stood up. “Wait a second… How many more people did you invite?”

                Clay shrugged, “I told you it was a guys night… I think I invited…” He breathed in and opened his mouth and Alex knew it was going to be a long list. “Vinnie, Willy, Razor, Leo, Kyle, Mikey, Sammy…”

                Alex gave him a look. “That’s feels like a lot of people already…”

                Clay chuckled, “Don’t worry, those are all the guys I invited.”

                Alex sighed in relief. “You know how I feel about lots of people and tight spaces.”

                Clay chuckled. “Oh I know.”

                There was a knock on the front door. Clay turned to go get it, and in walked Leo, Sammy, and Vinnie with lots of presents. “Wazzup boys!” Vinnie said happily, placing the presents right next to Alex.

                Alex looked up uncomfortably and scooted to the side, closer to where Conner was sitting. “Ummm… nothing much.” He coughed, “Did you need to pile the gifts right next to me?”

                Conner gave him a sideways glance as he took a cookie. “You aren’t claustrophobic Alex, stop pretending you are.”

                Alex chuckled, and stood up. “Sure…” He walked into the kitchen where Jake was making punch. “So what’s the plan for tonight?”

                Jake chuckled, “Well the plan was everyone staying up late…” He smirked, “I have a feeling, however, that what is going to happen is something along the lines of…”

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                Three hours later…

                Almost everyone was out like a lightbulb. Conner was asleep in his sleeping bag. Vinnie and Leo were asleep on the floor next to the Christmas tree. Clay was asleep in on the big couch, and Mikey, Kyle, and Sammy took up the other couch. Jake and Alex were standing in the doorway with a cup of coffee and were both smirking. “Yeah… This is what I thought would happen.”

                Alex chuckled. “Gives me the time to go get my presents and put them under the tree. Betcha they’re all going to think it’s Santa Claus.”

                Jake smiled, “You want some help with that?”

                Alex smiled, “Sure. But can we actually put it under the tree and not next to where I am sleeping tonight?”

                Jake snickered. “Okay.” He went out to Alex’s car and helped Alex stack all the presents he had brought by the tree. As he piled the last present, he smiled. “Well, I am going to sleep Alex. See you in the morning.” Jake climbed onto the couch and lied down.

                “G’night.” Alex got into his sleeping bag and got comfortable. Just as he was ready to fall asleep, he heard a slight jingling which progressively got louder. He stared up at the ceiling in disbelief. “You have got to be kidding me.”

Challenge Entry: Poem: CHRISTINA: My Christmas Dream

Here is another poem for my challenge by Christina!!!!


I woke on Christmas morning, got a cup of peppermint tea Then my brother laughed at me, said" Don't be a meme" Setting down my beverage I cried "Whatever do you mean?" He only walked away then screamed "Why is there a hatchet in the kitchen sink?" Fear crept onto me like a common thief With a shocked expression on his face my brother looked at me I came over and saw the hatchet I said "Pinch me! This must be a dream." With a start I arose from my nightmare before it became horrifying and frightful To those who love villainy It would've been delightful But for me it was terrible and hurtful "Is this how I go into the new year? With scary dreams instead of good cheer?" This is what I said wiping a tear, I held my pillow to me near I walk down stairs in my fuzzy socks, my brother was livid! "You  got me a purple duck with green polka dots?" I cried "this is what happens on a two dollar budget! I gave the gift with good intention so stop that fussin'! Besides its mighty early to be opening this, I'm no Grinch but wait til everyone's up to open gifts" My brother then agreed I was right " Besides Christmas is more than gifts and lights , I'll celebrate remembering how Jesus came down, died then gave us life" He said it crystal clear with all his might I woke up with an awful fright I'd been dreaming hard that night How did I know I had a dream? The things my brother said to me! In my dreams my brother agreed with me, that couldn't be reality Though what I say is surely true To him, I haven't got a clue. I walked down the stairs, had deja vu "Que sera sera" was my Christmas tune What will be, will be This is life "c'est la vie" So what am I trying to say in this poem? Nothing at all! That's the trouble So have a laugh, don't make a rebuttal My rhymes make sense, I think their real subtle So if you get any thing, get this thing here Make the holidays unselfish, do you hear? Have a blessed Christmas and a happy new year No hatchets in the sink and you'll be full of Christmas cheer.

Challenge Entry: Art: ALMIRAJ: Its not christmas yet!!!

Almiraj's art entry is here!!!

Challenge Entry: Poem: GIA: A christmas poem

Here is another poem entry by Gia.

Oh holy night,

On which the star was bright.

Born to mary the virgin,

On christmas day,

Was baby Jesus born on the hay.

No room in the inn,

Came the savior who saves us from sin.

The angels sang,

The shepherd’s praised the newborn king.

This Christmas will we worship the newborn king,

Or worship what we think?

Every day is a choice,

Will you choose to be angry or choose to rejoice?

Worship the king,

Don't be a meme.

He was born to save us,

He died to redeem.

The savior was born to set us free,

Oh captive Israel do take heed.

Christmas is a holy day,

For others it's all about the holiday.

When you think about Christmas,

Do you think about presents and what's within,

Or do you think of the savior who forgave all our sins.?

Do we want to give,

Or do we strive to receive,

How will we serve him this blessed Christmas Eve?

Will we willingly serve our newborn king?

When I look around and see a world in need,

Do I think about others  or do I think about me?

God is the purpose,

He is our only goal.

If we trust in him he will make us whole.

So this Christmas open your hands,

To the poor and needy of the land.

Serve your master,

The greatest shepherd and the greatest pastor.

Give him your all,

Because he will save us from the fall.

Blessed be the baby,

The son of David and son of Jesse.

The Son of God came to seek and save.

Jesus paid the ultimate price,

He willingly made the sacrifice.

Hung on the cross,

Pinned to the tree.

I know that someof you are stillworking on my challenge, but I have a friend who is also doing a challenge and would really like some entries. Here is the post if you would like more information on it.

https://plus.google.com/+JonathanDavisLeo-Lion/posts/MCgJYqUyGsq

Challenge Entry: Writing: SILVER: Christmas Spirit

We have another writing entry done by Silver Xynto! This wonderful work is titled Christmas Spirit!

In every apartment complex, there is always the one neighbor that everyone considers the weird one, whether for personal taste, personality, or the like.  Always the one guy left out from party invitations or the last person anyone would want to be stuck in an elevator with.  He was my roommate.

There were consequences for that.  Primarily, after an incident involving peanut butter, a toaster, and the smoke alarm, I moved up to the second-floor loft of our apartment.  It was dull and cramped, and squeezing a bed into it had been a nightmare.  Most of my possessions had to be scattered over the rest of the apartment.  However, at least a little sunlight would cast warmth over the white ceiling, and I could watch it glow faintly for a few minutes.  Until my roommate decided to test the fire extinguisher or pour vinegar over his cereal to see what it would taste like.

But, I was strapped for cash, and needed to share my rent with somebody.  I dealt with each day’s excitements as best as I could, and kept on smiling through it all.  That was challenging, and I was told by a doctor once that I had developed a facial twitch, but I tried my best to keep calm.  It did help bolster my own sense of optimism and keep me from going crazy.  I’m digressing, though.

It was a couple of weeks before Christmas.  I had spent the last night making plans to visit my family for a during my college’s winter break, and trying to find somebody I could hire to keep an eye on my roommate.  There had been no such luck, as everyone I knew also knew him well enough, and I had fallen asleep around midnight.  When I woke up, watching the sunrise throw golden light around me, there was the unmistakable odor of pine.  It took a few seconds of wrapping myself in warm blankets and wistfully allowing my senses and mind to awaken gradually and peacefully, before I realized it.

My eyes shot open, and I threw my blankets aside, walking across the loft in my boxers.  I would’ve ran if the loft wasn’t so small.  Regardless, I peeked over the wooden railing overlooking the apartment below.  There, by the television and on the living room carpet, was a tall Christmas tree lying on its side, spilling pine needles all over the gray couch and floor.  It was massive, and I was at first impressed to see that anybody had been able to get it into the apartment.  Then there was the unhinged door beside it, the screws lying contentedly in a pile to the side.

“Where did you get that Christmas tree?” I called out in surprise and frustration as I opened the safety door and made my way down the steep flight of stairs.  In my haste, I slipped and fell down the last few steps onto the ground, hitting it head-first.

“Uhh…I know a guy?” replied the oddly distant voice of my roommate after a few seconds.  I sat up, rubbed my head, and looked out into the drab apartment hallway.  I had hoped it would be too early in the morning for anybody to be walking past, and I seemed to be correct.  On the other hand, all the ruckus had probably woken up the neighbors, and they were likely going to be heading this way shortly – confused, annoyed, and probably wary.  Especially because I’d fallen down the stairs.  Great.

I walked around the apartment, looking behind the TV, the couch, and inspecting his bedroom, which was surprisingly clean and partly empty.  A quick look in the closet indicated that he’d stuffed most of his possessions in there, probably so he could place the Christmas tree in front of his bed.  “What kind of guy?” I asked as I stepped over the Christmas tree to inspect a wardrobe in the corner of the room.

“It’s not that important,” the roommate said in a worried and hurried tone, still hidden from my view.  “He lives nearby and we knew each other in high school…”

When I reached the kitchen, I gasped and pointed.  “Why is there a hatchet in the kitchen sink?”

There was silence for a few seconds while I inspected the pine-smelling axe.  Water had been pouring over it for quite some time, and water had sprayed over part of the kitchen and the floor.  “Well, how else am I going to chop down a Christmas tree?” said my roommate, flustered by my remark.

I sighed and inspected the rest of the kitchen.  It seemed fine; there weren’t any marks on the cabinets, and the tile countertops were okay, as were the oven and microwave.  Except for the water damage, the place was marginally unharmed.  In other words, he’d apparently learned from the last few of his incidents, but had chosen to make entirely new ones.  Finally, my eyes fell upon the empty glass jar sitting beside the sink.  I stormed out of the kitchen and towards the balcony, or the only place I hadn’t looked yet.

“You ate all the cookies?” I asked as I walked through the open doorframe and stood in the middle of the small wooden balcony.  It was freezing outside, and I was regretting only wearing boxers, but I realized that there was a set of fingers desperately holding on to the edge of the railing.

The roommate grumbled, “I was hungry.”  I bent over from the balcony’s edge and looked down to see his panicked face as he continued to hold on.  A ladder was lying on the ground at the bottom of the apartment’s parking lot a story below, having apparently fallen onto one of the cars.  Amazingly, the vehicle hadn’t started blaring its horn, although the ladder had struck the roof and was now getting dangerously close to a window.  There was also a string of Christmas lights scattered around the lot.

When my roommate saw me, his face brightened, and his voice was a relieved one.  “Oh, thank goodness you’re here!  I wasn’t sure if I could hold on much longer.  Can you pull me up, please?”

For the first time that day, I hesitated.  He noticed it, as his expression turned a little more desperate and pleading.  Thus far, he’d managed to chop down a Christmas tree from what was likely private property, damaged a car, knocked our front door down, caught the attention of our neighbors, left an axe in the sink, and ate the cookies.  It would take forever to clean up the mess, explain the situation to the neighbors and cops, and then there was the hope that we’d still be able to live in their apartment.  On the other hand, Christmas was a couple of weeks away, and was leaving him to his own devices any way to celebrate?  Besides, it would make the situation that much worse.  I still wanted to go see family, anyhow.

“For the Christmas spirit,” I responded with a slight grin as I grabbed him by the arms and helped to pull him up.

Challenge Entry: Writing: ALMIRAJ: Traditions

A CHALLENGER ARISES TO TAKE ON TOM. Let me introduce you to a short story by a furry friend of mine Almiraj!

    Christmas. It's that time of year where people spend countless amounts of currency on corporate consumerism, but that's not what it's aim was in its origin. Christmas was a time for being together with friends and family, as well as a time to be happy, cheerful, and drink delicious eggnog. I could never understand why they on the magic box say how wretched eggnog tastes. I always found to be quite scrumptious, actually.

    But like many times a year, Christmas is a time for traditions. The constructs have a particular tradition among themselves. This tradition stems far beyond the brown-laws lied down by Medulla the Jealous Construct, and wasn't effected by them, either. Benny knew nothing of these traditions, but he would soon find out a week before the faithful day.

    Benny had decided to visit Conan's house for a glass of eggnog. Conan was busy in the kitchen at the time, and since Benny didn't have any thumbs, he was left to soak in the cold drench of winter, freezing his hairless fingers and tail off. "Conan, it's freezing out here!" Benny cried out after multiple failed attempts to knock at the door to get him to answer. But all of a sudden, Conan had finally answered his plea.

    "Eh, the cold doesn't bother me any," Conan replied. Conan was a being made of flesh and rot, but had no feeling in the surface of his body. Benny, though a Giant Rat covered in dark grey fur, still had feeling in his skin and was more effected by it.

    "Well I'm not a construct," Benny said as he entered the house.

    "Eh, what difference does it make what species we are?" Conan asked.

    "I think you know," Benny mentioned.

    "Bah, but whatever, I'm sure you're here for something," Conan guessed.

    "Eggnog!" Benny cried.

    "Sorry, all out," Conan stated. "How about some hot chocolate instead?"

    "Oh, well, I guess that's good too," Benny confessed.

    "Be right back, just need to get some water and boil it up," Conan said before entering the kitchen.

    "Hey, why don't I help you?" Benny asked.

    "Do what, exactly?" Conan asked.

    "Oh, well, err... I guess I just wanted a snack to go with it," Benny admitted.

    "Oh, for Pete's sake, all we have are crackers and stuff," Conan replied.

    "I don't care, I'm not picky," Benny said. "Is it alright if I choose items to put onto the crackers."

    "I'll bring out a whole bunch of things," Conan said.

    "What if you don't bring out the things I want?" Benny asked.

    "Well, then it's a good thing you're not picky, now isn't it?" Conan stated.

    "Are you trying to keep me out of the kitchen?" Benny asked.

    "Yes, I'm working on something," Conan replied.

    Benny's curiosity piqued at these words. Now he was getting anxious to know why Conan didn't want him in the kitchen.

    "On what? What could you be hiding that I shouldn't..." Benny looked around the kitchen, seeing nothing on the table, nothing on the floor, nothing on the counters, yet there was something in the sink. "Uhhh, Conan? Why is there a hatchet in the kitchen sink?"

    "No, that was supposed to be a surprise for Doyle!" Conan shouted.

    "Doyle, you mean your little brother?" Benny asked. "How are Arthur and Doyle doing?"

    Conan seemed to be really angry at Benny right now, but it was unclear why. Deep down, Benny had known he made a mistake.

    "Look, you're my best, most trustworthy friend, so I might as well tell you," Conan said. "Doyle had just had his 25th birthday this year. On the 25th Christmas of a younger brother's life, the older brother one step up hands down an ancient Construct Matchet, which is a smaller version of a Clubaxe. If there are no younger brothers, it is instead passed down to the son of a construct. Since I am the second oldest brother, and Doyle is the youngest, it is my job to hand him the Matchet that Arthur passed down to me several years ago."

    "Okay, but why is it in the sink?" Benny asked.

    "It was dirty, and I needed to clean it," Conan said.

    "But why does it need to be clean?" Benny asked. "Isn't it just a ceremonial weapon or something?"

    "Let's just say it's part of the tradition," Conan said with a wink.

    "You could," Benny started. "...But deep down, I know you're lying."

    The creatures here have differing traditions to that of humans. These are the things that set them apart. Other things include magic, the lack of vehicles that are rendered redundant by said magic and a whole menagerie of creatures. But this is just a sample of the values contained in the world of Monstrum.

Christmastime is close! :D

Hey everyone! Christmas is 21 days away! 🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄😄😄😄😄😄😄

Isn't that exciting?! Well, I am excited. Because Christmas in my house, means family time, presents, yummy food (Well as yummy as vegan food can get.) My personal favorite christmasy thing to do is listening to Christmas music and watching Hallmark Christmas (AND MYSTERY) movies.

Something about Christmas movies and music just makes me... feel happy! I think the day itself is amazing. Its a day to celebrate the birth of Jesus, and just be with family. So as Christmas draws closer, take time to be thankful for those closest to you and to just enjoy your time with your loved ones.

One tradition that I always loved doing as a kid (and still do as a young man) is my parents would always remove Jesus from the manger sometime after Thanksgiving. And when we kids would wake up on Christmas morning, we'd always go rushing down the stairs to see if baby Jesus was back in the manger. And he was :) As I got older, I actually got to put him in the manger myself.


Do you guys have any traditions that you guys do? Please tell me about them in the comments! :)

Challenge Entry: Art: FIVESECONDSTOFLY: Presents!!!

Here is the third art entry we have received for the challenge!!! :D

As you can  see there are two little anthropomorphic animals in cute pajamas about to open their presents in front of a nice fire! ^-^ Just screams Christmas! Excellent job!

REMEMBER: If you want to submit a challenge entry, you only have 11/12 days left to do so.