Update: 1920 points to go and 20 days to make it happen!
If 24 people donate 80 points (which is about a dollar), we can hit the goal.
Update: 3,669 points to go and 24 days to make it happen.
If we get 50 people to donate 74 points, then we will reach the goal. 74 points is less then a dollar each. Please help me reach this goal so that I can make 12 people happy this holiday season.
Update: We still have about 9,700 points to go and a little over a month to make this happen.
If anyone can help spread the word about the 12 Days of Premiums Project, I would be forever grateful! Anything at all will help the cause be better known (journals, polls, etc.) Perhaps then we can actually reach the goal
I'm back from my mini vacation. Catching up on all messages now.
Anyways, onto what I'm really here to talk to you about. I've had an idea spark in my brain, particularly because this is the time of the year for giving and making others happy. As a lot of you know, I really enjoy giving back to the dA community, because this place has done so much for me over all the years I've been here(yes years, you read it right, this is just a new account. ). I wanted to create an event for the upcoming Christmas season.
So I've decided that I will be giving out 12 premium memberships Jan 1st, 2013*, kind of like the 12 days of Christmas, but afterwards and in one day . I will be giving out two year long premiums, and ten three month premiums! But, I need your help.
Now you ask, how do I enter? Who will get the premiums? What can I do to help? So many questions! Never fear, I will explain.
In order to give out all these premiums, I need to raise 11,152 points. I need your help in reaching this goal!
Entering the giveaway!
There will be two different ways to get a premium. To enter the three month pm giveaway, please just favorite this journal. I will be using random.org to figure out who gets the 3 month premiums, based on what your number is in the favorites. I will also be giving a few to members of the dAWishingWell** who have wished for one. For the 12 month premiums, I will be picking a random person from the people that donate to the donations pool on my front page.
How can I help?
There are so many ways you can help me reach this goal! You can spread the word to fellow deviants by making a journal or poll, you can fave this journal so others may see it, or you could donate to the cause itself! Any action taken by you to spread the word/help out is greatly appreciated. You might even win a year long premium just by helping. How exciting is that??
How do I donate?
You can donate points to the cause at the donation widget on rainylake's front page. Any and all donations are appreciated, no matter the amount. Please note that you do NOT have to donate in order to participate, unless you are interested in the year pm.
Again, any and all effort to help out will be greatly appreciated. I can't do this without you guys.
If you have any questions, please let me know.
*End date is currently tentative. It may be extended if the pool is nowhere near filled.
Some of you might wonder what the is, and what it has to do with this giveaway. The Well is a place where all deviants can go to make a deviantart related wish, and possibly have it come true! It's truly a wonderful place, and something that everyone should go check out. I'll be granting some premium related wishes with a portion of the points from this giveaway. If you want some more information regarding the Well, please check out these handy journals! dawishingwell.deviantart.com/j… and dawishingwell.deviantart.com/j…
This is a delayed feature for those who commented on my recent poll. Anyone that commented received a comment and this feature! Sorry for the delay.
Remember Those Days?Remember those days?
When saying "hi" was enough to make a friend?
When friends were forever,
and fights lasted only a break?
Remember those days?
When losing your friend's crayon
was the worst possible crime?
When crying was a waste of time?
Remember those days?
When smiles were not fake,
and when truth didn't hurt?
Remember those days?
When we could climb any mountain,
swim any lake?
Remember those days?
When imagination was free,
and we would smile and glee?
Remember those days?
Those childhood days?
Those days of innocence,
of no pain?
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After what seemed like a lifetime, the jury was brought back in. They seemed to inch toward their seats and slowly prepared the papers to be read regarding the sentence.
Finally, we heard the timid voice of Jaron Brandau, one of my closest childhood friends, "We the Jury have found the Defendant to be " The juror's voice cracked. He paused and cleared his throat as if to say he didn't agree with the decision, almost as if he were trying to stall the end. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart as I waited to hear the results of this trial, my trial.
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"I'm sorry, I can't say for sure. This is nothing like anything we've seen before. His vitals all seem to be okay, he's on a respirator, but we're not entirely sure that he even needs one. We don't want to take him off just yet, but we may be able to do it at some point in the near future. He's healthy for the condition he's in, Mrs. Gregori. Everything is fine for the time being, except for the fact that he isn't waking up."
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