I probely lost the first round , but it's okay it's for fun!!

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When my bey stop spinning
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Sent mine. I can assure you, I tried to make it as cliche-free as possible. I think I actually did a good job this time around :p

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Heh, the semi finals and the finals are not going to be Beyblades related (the subject isn't going to be, but you can write about Beyblades if you'd like). For this round, I explained the subject thoroughly As the tournament progresses, I will explain less.

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So exactly who did advance to the next round?

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"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."

-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)

We have it all judged out and all the advancees. Just got to finish up writing a couple of comments for all the stories so they will see why the made it/did not.

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Entries for the first round! Well done everybody!

• NoodooSoup! (Click to View)

  “I have to do this,” the boy says to the girl standing in front of him. “For us.” Fierce determination sets in his eyes.
  
  The boy is young, about the age of 15, an age where rebellion flows through the body almost as much as blood. Even though he’s still bound to the grips of youth, he works like those with double his days. Day and night, fixing gears and loose screws on complicated machinery for coins that amount to a little more than nothing. It’s visible on his skin, dark by birth and scarred by earth. His young face is but a mask that hides knowledge beyond his years.
  
  The girl is not so young, older by maybe four, or five years. No one really knows, for even she can’t remember. She labors for half her pay, a small price if it means living to see light yet again. Years of working with steam piping have left her pale flesh marred by burns all over. Injury is likely in the workplace, but death is even more so away from it.
  
  Even though they are ages apart and bear no resemblance, no one can doubt their relation. They are not bound by blood, but by trust. Years of living a life riddled with hunger, poverty, and tragedy has brought them this.
  
  “You can’t.” Her hushed, curt tone hides a tempest, and he knows this from past experiences. “If you’re going to steal, I don’t want any part of it.” She turns her back towards him. Even in her darkest times, she remains true to her values, something many cannot attest to.
  
  “We have nothing” he says. He speaks with a hint of truth. They have nothing, nothing but the patchworks of faded fabric clinging to their backs. Nothing but the shreds of hope they desperately hold onto. “With that device, we can have everything.” Neither remorse nor greed lingers in his voice.
  
  They stay silent for a moment, the air surrounding them tense. Finally, the girl digs into one of her many pant pockets, and grips something tightly. She turns to face the boy again, affection lingering in her eyes, which shine brightly with moisture.
  
  “Maybe these will help you see the road ahead of you.” She says, her words riddled with mixed emotions; regret, sorrow, worry, but most of all, hope. She places the object in his hand, her calloused fingers briefly grazing his own. Then she pulls him into an embrace that hushes conflicting thoughts and enmities not said.
  
  “Stay safe, my brother.” She whispers into his ear, not as a promise but as an order, built upon the years spent clinging to life with no one but each other.
  
  She lives with the promise of a good life set in her heart. She is ever the optimist, but even the strongest armor cannot prevent the cracks that allow corruption to seep through.
  
  He is not like her. He does not have to bite back tears as they part, nor does he stop to question his decisions. He knows what has to be done in order for them to survive. Reality has long since settled in him, a reality where extremes must be taken.
  
  The end justifies the means, a man once said, in the days before gears began to spin, before steam began to pump through metal pipes, before humanity began to prosper, yet also suffer, simultaneously. The boy sticks to this belief.
  
  * * *
  
  The boy walks through the city streets, heading towards a destination that could change his, no, their life. Young screams and weak cries echo from the countless alleys, but he does not falter in his step. He knows the way of life now; he knows that only the strongest can survive. Life is just another arena, one where there are few winners.
  
  He looks up at the sky; the sun shines dimly behind a layer of grayish cloud. Continuing his quest, he walks. The streets are adorned with dark, brick buildings, wearing away with each passing day. Metal pipes criss-cross across gaps, walls, and back underground, rusted beyond belief from the very steam that runs through them.
  
  In due time, he arrives at his destination, a building that looks ancient in design, but new in condition. He surveys the area, keeping a keen eye on movement. On the building’s left alleyway, he spots it: a window, low enough to the ground, far enough from society’s prying eyes.
  
  The boy takes out his sister’s gift, which were safely tucked away in his jacket pocket. They’re goggles, specifically used when working in the steam piping industry. The lenses are cracked and chipped from use, and the vision provided is nothing short of cloudy, but they work as intended. He puts them on, and proceeds with scaling the building.
  
  The building’s weathered bricks provide a difficult, but possible climb. He stumbles once and he swears he sees himself falling into certain injury. It doesn’t happen again. Finally, he’s at the window, crouched on the thin ledge that surrounds it. A pipe lets out its scalding exhaust in his face, and he’s thankful for the goggles.
  
  He pulls out a dulled pocket knife to unscrew the window from its bolted position. It’s smeared with dust and age on its inner side. One, two, three, and he’s done, placing the glass pane carefully on the edge. The drop down is steep, but years of practice guide his descent.
  
  The room is filled to the brim with dust, so much that the boy’s vision is limited to just a few feet in front of him. What he can see, though, is nothing but unbelievably spectacular. The building was not plagued with the extreme conditions that came with steam-powered machinery, nor the ruckus caused by gears that never seemed to stop shifting. He takes a few steps forwards, looking once again to claim his prize. Sure enough, it’s there.
  
  A circular object, closely resembling a spinning top, sits atop a stone column engraved with outlandish symbols and lines.
  
  Looks like time hasn’t caught up in here, the boy thinks, awed by the new condition. Surely, the things in here were ancient, long before his time.
  
  The object was once a precious family heirloom, or at least, the legends say. It was used in an activity that once held high regards in society. Passed down from father to son, the power within passed along with it. They say the tops once held beasts within their metallic cores.
  
  But, the tradition ceased when the line ended. No longer was there a successor, and so, it was left, sealed from time, within this building. Sure enough, it held worth. Worth that could leave the boy richer than those of great power.
  
  The only thing that remained was the burning question he had tried to suppress, was this even his to claim?
  
  Quite vague indeed. But it is a simple storyline with a lot of detail, which catches my eyes. Your writing shows promise in the next round, congrats! At the end, the question is very philosophical. In a way he was desperate to steal it. But that doesn’t entitle him to. I guess you could take it both ways. Once again, extremely well done in all aspects. My second is Noodoo. As usual, her story defies normal logic. Why pass down a legendary beyblade when you can steal it? One of her usual great ideas shine through here. There is an awkward sentence or two, especially at the beginning of paragraphs, but the story was genuinely nice to read, the grammar was good, and spelling wasn't an issue. She'd get an 8.5/10. She'd get a 9.5 if it hadn't been for the awkward paragraph beginnings.
  
  
• Ga'Hooleone! (Click to View)

  Ice Hawk MS (Metal Strike)
  Fenton Gray was in a huge amount of trouble.
  
  As he tore down the alleyway, dodging and turning down city streets, he wondered exactly how he got into this mess. A few hours ago, he challenged the neighborhood champion, Senna, to a Beyblade battle, but Senna had a bit-beast and had been blading even before the Heavy Metal System had been introduced 4 years ago. How could he, a 2-month old novice with only a standard WBBA-issue Advance Striker hope to win against Senna and her Samurai Changer MS?
  
  So instead of meeting at the park, Fenton ran. Then the underlings of Senna’s gang spotted him.
  
  “GRAY, GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE CARP! BE A MAN AND FIGHT US!”, screamed Pretto, Senna’s right-hand member.
  
  Fenton turned another corner and finally spotted his destination: the pet shop which his parents owned. He skidded to a stop in front of the door and dove inside before the others caught up to him.
  
  “Hey Fenton! How was school?” asked his mom.
  
  “Hey, where’s Dad? I’d like to ask him about his old Beyblading techniques.” replied Fenton.
  
  “Oh, that again? Your father’s in the back. One of the red-tailed hawks in the aviary injured her wings while flying, so he’s examining her right now.”

  “Great! Catch you later, Mom! I’ll be back in time for dinner.”
  
  Fenton’s dad, before getting a college degree, marrying, and obtaining a full-time job as a veterinarian, used to blade as a world-level blader for Japan’s team in the era of plastic beyblades. He was known as ‘The Lone Blader’ because he taught himself how to effectively battle and win without a Bit-Beast, even when his opponents possessed one. Though Fenton’s dad never owned a Bit-Beast, his mastery over his Beyblade was so great that the validity of his epithet was questioned on an almost daily basis.
  
  “Hey Dad, I need to ask you a que-”
  
  “Fenton, come here for a second.” his dad interrupted. Puzzled, Fenton walked over to the table where his Dad was caring for the injured hawk.
  
  “You remember the family emblem? It has a hawk with its wings spread and has the feathers slowly turning into ice? Well, there’s a reason why we have that symbol as our crest. The hawk represents fierceness, strength and intelligence. It is at its peak in both physical and mental ability, and is always at full strength to take on those who may threaten it. It stands for protection and the ability to attack when we must. The ice represents eternity and adaptability. Just like how ice changes shape as it freezes, so too does the element itself as it switches from harsh, debilitating attacks to solid, impenetrable defenses. These qualities were prized by our family, and their strict devotion to these ideals created an embodiment of the symbol itself devoted to guarding our family: an actual spirit known as the Ice Hawk, or Kooritaka in our native tongue.” Fenton’s Dad replied as he continued to bandage the hawk’s wing.
  
  “Wait, our family possesses a Bit-Beast? Why didn’t I know about it earlier? Why didn’t you ever use it in your matches as a blader?” Fenton’s head was bursting with questions as he tried to process everything that his dad just told him.
  
  “Yes, it’s true that this beast can be harnessed as a bit-beast in modern beyblades. Your mother and I saw fit not to tell you because you’re only 14 years old and wouldn’t have been ready for it. Even if you had been ready, you wouldn’t be able to use it because the Kooritaka disappeared about 50 years ago after it used its power to protect your grandfather from the assassins of a gang he arrested.
  
  (Fenton’s grandfather was the notoriously effective police chief of the city where Fenton and his family live. He lowered crime rates to very low percentages and eradicated almost all the organized crime that existed in the city, but died finally about 6 yea trs ago.)
  
  It didn’t revive during my time as a blader, but as of last week I’ve noticed that the birds in our shop have started acting very oddly. This hawk in particular flew around and banged its wing against the wall of the aviary, something which she has never done before. Tess here is usually a very calm and collected hawk.”
  
  Tess the red-tailed hawk turned around at this point and gave Fenton a cold stare; her hard eyes seemed to bore into Fenton as if he was prey about to be killed. Dad released her and motioned for Fenton to come with him into the basement.
  
  Fenton walked towards the shield that held the crest of the Gray family and inspected the hawk closely. As he did, Fenton realized that the temperature was dropping rapidly, even though it was the middle of the summer. The hawk’s eyes suddenly began to glow, and Fenton found himself trapped in a strange dimension.
  
  “Dad? DAD? Where the hell am I-HOLY CARP WHAT IS THAT!?”
  
  Before Fenton stood a massive hawk with iced feathers, just like the family crest depicted. However, it seemed to be tied down by a knot, and Fenton watched as the bird struggled to break free from its binding. Fenton quickly rushed over to help, and soon the bird spread its wings, finally free of any restrictions. Fenton stepped back and admired his handiwork when he heard a female voice resonate in his head.
  
  
  “Thank you. I am at your service, Fenton Gray...”
  
  Before Fenton could realize who it was, he felt dizzy and his vision turned black.
  
  Fenton woke up with his head resting on the shield and noticed that his hand was glowing. Nothing wrong with that, right? As he slowly opened his hand, he saw the outline of a new beyblade. The Running Core was a light blue Metal Change Core, but the Customize Weight Disk and Attack Ring were completely unrecognizable. The CWD was a translucent blue color, like ice, and had a free-spinning ring with feather designs imprinted into the sides. The AR consisted of 2 double-sided slopes meant for Upper Attack, with two hawk heads in between each double slope. The hawk head had its feathers ruffled, meaning that it would provide powerful smash. As Fenton got up, he heard a voice in the background.
  
  “GRAAAAY WE KNOW YOU’RE IN THERE! COME AND FACE US!” the voice of Pretto echoed in the basement.
  
  Fenton clutched his new Ice Hawk Metal Strike and grinned. Time to kick some butt.
  Easily my favourite. Nice story line that flows quite well. The implementation of the legend into the actual story is also a smooth transition. Nothing more to say but insta-win. My first pick, surprisingly, is Ga. In a round where brick walls of text were everywhere, nobody but possibly Noodoo had better organization. He obviously paid attention to detail. His story was also pretty engaging, if not cliched a bit. But the theme was cliche, so he gets off the hook today. Oh, well. That's my first pick, and I'd give it a 8/10. Work on the cliches, and it'd get a 9.5. (I don't believe in 10s. Not anymore, anyway.)
  
  
• Zancrow! (Click to View)

  
  Hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, in what is modern day Russia, lived of Kingdom, the Kingdom of Selfarr. The royal family of Selfarr were cruel people to say the least, they ruled the land in the sense of "You do, or you die". You could barely call it the "Kingdom" of Selfarr, the villagers saw it as a slave farm. It was incredibly hard to escape this Kingdom, villagers were only legally allowed to leave with a written notice from the King himself, who rarely ever did write any notices. As a result, holes are dug, walls are broken, trenches are formed, all to help families escape from the torment of the land. The cruel mistake of the villagers, is that outside of the boundaries of Selfarr, were snowy terrains, practically impossible for human inhabitance. So, when word spread, villagers seemed to give up these dreams, and stay, through the hardships.
  
  The King believed he had a trustworthy group of men formed around him. His Family, the Royal Guards, and even the Royal Jokers. Though it was true for the other personnel, one of the King's Jokers, an apprentice actually, was disgusted by the King and everything he stood for. The Joker's family once tried to escape, unlike the other villagers though, they tried to escape through the front gate. An obvious mistake. The five members of the family were shot down by stationed crossbows, including the Joker's Parents, Uncle, and two younger brothers. Though the Joker was bringing income to the family through his job, they lived in extreme poverty, as they were all classified as inable to work effectively. Not only did the Joker despise the King for his actions, but also for "stealing" (as he called it) the love of his life, the women known as the Queen. With this, the Joker devised a plan, a plan of which he thinks will benefit the entire Kingdom.
  
  The Joker contacts the local Blacksmith, and tells him to construct the proper metal top. The Blacksmith was confused to say the least, but the Joker was a personal friend, so he went ahead and constructed it. When the Joker receives the metal, he proceeds along with the plan, building the necessary materials himself. Molding all of the Plastic to the precise standards, and the rubber as well. What the Joker didn't know though, is that he was constantly monitored by the King's Personal Spies, who repeatedly reported the Joker's actions to the King. When the King heard word from the spy that the Joker was apparently complete with his work, he saw this as the perfect time to apprehend the Joker. The following day, the King's servants raided the Joker's living quarters, along with arresting the Joker himself, and throwing him into the dungeon. The Joker's screams of revenge echoed through the halls of the Kingdom, eventually ringing the ears of the Queen as well. "Your cruel actions will have punishment, whether it be in my death, or in the beginning of new life, it will happen!", he said, as if it were some sort of chant. As the Guards raid the living quarters, shuffling through clothes, books, piles of torn pages, they eventually made it to a small chest. It was locked, with a key they could not find, so with the permission of the King, they decided to get it opened the old fashioned way, with their axes. The chest quickly opened after being pummeled, only to reveal a top within, with a small notebook behind it. Within the notebook, it read as follows:
  
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  Malicious Archfiend DS155RWF
  
  Leftward Spinning
  
  Spirit ~ Archfiend : Depiction of the demonic Archfiend, seeking revenge.
  
  Metal ~ Malicious : 2-Sided. Symmetric. Shaped as a Double-Ended Blade, along with smaller "blades" around the center. Ends curved towards the right.
  
  Soul Wheel ~ Archfiend : Symmetric. The Archfiend's claws reach for its next victim. Single claw on each end. Translucent Red.
  
  Track ~ DS155 - Delta Shield 155 Height : Two Sided. Horizontal, not vertical like Malicious. Blunt Rubber. Wide as Metal. Translucent Read.
  
  Bottom ~ RWF - Rubber Wide Flat : A Rubber, Wide, and Flat Bottom, capable of extreme speeds because of the combination of Rubber and the surface size of the Bottom. Translucent Red.
  
  Both the wording of the notebook, and the looks of the top, highly interested the queen. She saw it as a jewel of some sorts, calling it "beautiful", "elegant", and eventually demanded that the King let her keep it as her own. The King was hesitant at first, but quickly changed his mind, seeing it has no harm. The Queen displays the "Malcious Archfiend" in her jewelry box, almost flaunting it.
  
  As The Joker rots in the underground dungeon, his thoughts of revenge and hatred of the Kingdom only grow stronger, and his thoughts of love for the Queen, only seem to be disappearing. Somehow though, all of these feelings, are being slowly, but surely transferred and shared with the Malicious Archfiend, floors above it. Day after day, the red on Malicious Archfiend seems to continuously fade into darkness, as the Joker's torment, pain, and anger influence Malicious Archfiend. As the King and Queen grow old, they pass the Kingdom onto the heir, the previous Princess. Unlike her father, the Princess was very compassionate and caring to the people of the Kingdom, so many thought of this as a new coming for Selfarr. And in the beginning, that was true, the Kingdom had never been better. But all changed as when the previous Queen, hoping that it would still become the beautiful red once again someday passed on the Malicious Archfiend to her daughter. The daughter quickly became bitter, spiteful, and cruel towards the villagers. As the new Queen grew older, and somehow even more bitter and cruel, her parents died a lonely, and painful death...in the dungeon. There was nothing precious to her in life, except for one thing, her "beautiful" Malicious Edge. From generation to generation, the Royal family lived pitiful lives.
  Another Archfiend tale? The story about a deep bond with the bey's spirit and the creator(owner). Quite interesting how the hate has a direct relation and ends up being the demise of a whole dynasty.But one thing I must point out ... too many commas. Nice work though!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• Beyniac! (Click to View)

  A young boy by the name of Louis once asked his dad were his beyblade, Beetaliter, came from. His dad smiled and plunged into a story of the origin of Beetaliter.
  "Long long ago, an ancient race of people called the Aztecs found a strange top in the temple one day. The top contained a beast of unimaginable power. This, was Beetaliter. They used it to conquer many tribes and their land. However, when the Spanish Conquistadors came, they stole the bey and used it against the Aztecs. It was brought back to spain and presented to the ruler, our ancestor, as a gift. When he grew old he passed it on to his only son. His son did not claim the throne when his father died. He became an explorer. Wherever he went, he showed the top to the natives. Soon, more tops were popping up all over the world. Our ancestor had invented the sport of beyblade. He settled down in France and lived happily for many years. When he died, his adopted son inherited the beyblade. Not much is known about him or his children. However, during the time of the Revolutionary War, word got out about a soldier using a strange toy to win battles. This was your great great grandfather. He fought for the union and became a general. Again, after that, we dont know much until the Great depression. When your great grandfather was a boy, the nation plunged into a depression. Many people lost their homes and he and his family were one of them. Until your great grandpa found Beetaliter that is. It was in an old chest along with Civil War uniforms, journals, and more. Many people played with beyblades from the very few rich, down to the poor. Many people, desperate for money, would gamble on their beys. The rich would buy new, good quality beys and easily beat the worn down, broken beys of the majority of people. Your great grandpa won tons of money using Beetaliter. When his family had enough money to buy a house, he gave packed it away. His son later found it and its amazing powers when leaving to go overseas for WWII. Your grandfather fought in that, as you know. He worked for the Navy. When enemy ships were in sight, your grandfather would launch Beetaliter and create a hurricane, blowing all the other ships away. He was honored and looked up to because of his heroic deeds. When he grw old, he gave it to me. I used it as a motivation to get more people interested in beyblade. That is why I started my beyblade shop. I spread the word and hosted tournaments. Now, its your turn Louis. This bey carries the legends that your family has created. Now, its your turn. Create the next chapter in our familys history with this bey." Louis smiled.
  "I will dad. You can count on it."
  The end.
  A short and classic wall of text. No offense, the story line has some promise, but try to space it out a bit.
  
  
• DefStamina88! (Click to View)

  It was October 16th, 2010, in the small city of Princeton, North Carolina.
  
  A young boy, Miles Power Serge, took in a breath of the crisp autumn air as he stepped off of the bus on the corner of his neighborhood. He started his path on the way home.
  
  “My 11th birthday didn’t go so well…” Miles thought to himself. “Good thing my friends were there for me. I wonder what it will be like at my house…”
  
  He wasn’t expecting anything big. His mom was in Raleigh, and his dad had such little time to get ready for a party after work. He wasn’t even expecting a party at all.
  
  As Miles turned the corner, he ran into his neighborhood bullies.
  
  “Haha, lookie there, guys!” one of them said.
  
  All of the boys were about the age of twelve, and all of them were taller than Miles.
  
  “Oh, what do you guys want?” Miles replied.
  
  “We want a beyblade battle!!!” another boy said.
  
  “What? But…I don’t even own one yet!” Miles stuttered.
  
  “Then I’d suggest you run!” The boys said together, pulling out their beys.
  
  Miles thought fast and quickly ran away from the boys and their beys. He could hear them laughing behind him.
  
  “I don’t understand…” Miles thought. “They won’t stop picking on me. I sure wish I had a beyblade to teach them a lesson…”
  
  Miles sighed as he arrived back home. The driveway was empty…
  
  “He’s not home? He couldn’t even make it to celebrate…”
  
  Miles walked into his little old house and looked desperately for his dad, but his dad was nowhere to be found.
  
  “He’s…not even here…”
  
  Tears came to the young boy’s eyes as he ran to his room, closed the door laid down in his bed, crying…
  
  “I can’t believe this…” he thought. “Not even my dad could do anything for my birthday…”
  
  He continued crying, until he turned over and spotted a little box and his ringing phone sitting on his small dresser.
  
  “W-What could this be?” he said, looking at the box. He picked up the phone and answered it. It was from his mom.
  
  “Mom?” Miles replied.
  
  “Miles, are you okay? Are you in the house?” she said.
  
  “Uh, yeah, I’m by myself. Where’s daddy?”
  
  She took a large breath. “That’s what I wanted to call about. I had to rush back into town because I got a text…from the hospital. Dad was in a crash. He flew out the windshield. I immediately rushed to see him, but I was too late. I’m surprised he didn’t have a scratch on him…”
  
  “Mommy, what do you mean, you were too late…?”
  
  He heard his mom strain to keep her composure. “Miles….daddy…he…he isn’t here anymore…” she hung up.
  
  Miles dropped the phone as more tears came to his eyes. “No…No! This isn’t possible! It can’t be!!!!”
  
  But he knew it was, and he couldn’t change a thing. He fell onto his bed, crying nonstop. Then, he paused when he felt something under his pillow.
  
  “What could this be…?” Miles said teary-eyed.
  
  It was a beyblade. Not just any beyblade, but his dad’s beyblade. It was a Basalt Pegasus GB145D. Miles picked up the note attached to it…
  
  “To my beloved son Miles…
  
  If you’re reading this, and you didn’t see my car, it means something has happened. If I don’t reply, you know what happened. Don’t worry about me. I will be in a better place. I knew how bad your birthday would be with me gone, so I wanted to give you my beyblade. Please, take it and battle with all the spirit you have.
  
  Thank you son…
  
  -Dad”
  
  Miles looked up and smiled. “Thanks dad…” He said, and he ran outside.
  
  “There he is again, boys!” the bullies rang out again, laughing.
  
  “You’re not gonna scare me this time! I’ll fight you!” Miles yelled, pulling out his Pegasus.
  
  The three attached theirs. “3! 2! 1! LET IT RIP!!!” the three bullies shouted.
  
  The four beys landed and started clashing in the middle of the street.
  
  “Go Pegasus!!!!” Miles shouted with his now spirit-filled heart. Pegasus then instantly flung the bullies’ beys away.
  
  “Yikes! Let’s get outta here!” one of them said, and they all ran away.
  
  Miles then saw a blue aura and a flash from Pegasus.
  
  “Huh!?!?” he said, shocked.
  
  Pegasus flew into the air, now flashing blue several times. He saw it morphing into something else. Miles’ hands started gaining a blue aura as well.
  
  “What’s happening?!?!” Miles said, scared.
  
  Pegasus finally stopped flashing and slowly landed back in Miles’ hands. It was no longer Basalt Pegasus GB145D. It was now MF-H Wing Pegasis BD145CS.
  
  “It evolved…” Miles thought. “This is my most memorable birthday ever…”
  
  Miles looked up and smiled. “Thank you, dad…”
  You had to make your own Beyblade, sorry Def, but you're disqualified (maybe next time).
  Next is DefStamina. As expected from an experienced writer, there is no wall of text here. But there is an issue. Too cliched. WAY too cliched. This writing only lives because of the lack of organization in this round. Frankly, it's not that great. But there are no grammar issues, which plague the other writers, and most words are spelled right. I don't like the Basalt love or the instant-evolution, but it's the best of a bad group. Def, you lucked out. 7/10
  
  
• ChinaBlade! (Click to View)

  I ran down the street to my home. “Today’s the day!” I think. I am Daisuke Hiroki. Heir to the Hiroki family fortune, and beyblade, Jet Byakko E230CS. I speed up. I pass my friend’s house. He’s sitting outside. “Daisuke!” My friend, Yamoto Katori, called. “Not now, Yamoto!” I respond and keep going. I get to the steps of my house and open the door. “I’m home!” I shout. “We’re in the living room!” My mother responds. I take my shoes off and run into the living room.
  I take a seat next to my father, who has a box in his hands. “Are you ready to receive the pride of this family?” My father asks. I nod, for I’m so excited, I’m speechless. “Well first, you have to know about it’s origins.” He continues. I nod, not caring about what he says. He takes out a scroll and unravels it. On it are golden letters written in Chinese. “This scroll tells the story of Byakko’s origins.” He says. He proceeds to tell me the story.
  Story Begins
  A long, long time ago, a lone star fell to earth. Within that star, the new generation of Beyblades started. The Zero G beys. Many beys, such as Clockwork Tempus and Marvo Astron, were born from that star. But one bey stood out. That is our family bey, Jet Byakko. It holds a very sacred power within it. Only one blader could control it’s power. That blader happened to be Aniki Hiroki. Your very great grandpa.
  He forged the bey with his own two hands. With this bey, he brought down evil emperors, thieves, and even your everyday neighborhood bully. He was a hero throughout China, and eventually, the rest of Asia. Everyone respected him as a blader. He was even called the best.
  But one day, a new dictator, named Xai Ling, challenged him to a battle. Aniki gladly accepted, thinking it would be an easy battle, for this new ruler was very full of himself. Aniki readied Byakko with confidence. Xai readied his bey. Little did Aniki know, Xai had a trick up his sleeve. They launched their beys into battle. It raged on throughout the kingdom and destroyed many buildings and homes.
  When both bladers were at their breaking point, Aniki unleashed the power hidden within him and Byakko. A massive tornado formed around Byakko and Aniki, for the bey was of the Wind element. The tornado ravished through the land, destroying crops and fields. Xai was about to give up, when he activated his trick.
  His bey sent tremors through the ground, causing earthquakes all over China. This caused mountains to crumble, seas to roar, and the sky to be filled with debris. Aniki was nowhere to be seen. Xai thought he was the winner. He laughed, evilly. When suddenly, Byakko and Aniki busted out of the ground, sending Xai flying.
  Byakko went for Xai’s bey, crushing it with every hit. But Xai wouldn’t give up. He sent out solders to shoot beys at Aniki. Aniki used all of his power to defeat over 10,000 beys, plus Xai’s. The power killed Xai, along with his solders. Xai’s bey was sent deep inside of a mountain. With this, Aniki used the rest of his power to heal the land. He was considered a hero. But after that, he disappeared. Leaving Byakko to the next in line.
  Story Ends
  “And with that,” My father started. “We are here now.” He opens the box, revealing Byakko. I take the white bey in my hands. I feel it’s power surging through me. "Thank you!” I say and run out of the room and out the door. “Yo Yamato!” I exclaim with joy. “How about that battle!”
  Nice and short. Has a moral behind it. The ending though, doesn't that mean he could lay waste to his village in seconds?
  
  
  
• War! (Click to View)

  I flipped the light switch on and off, which didn't work. There was a storm outside, and out power was all out. It really sucked, because my favorite show had a new episode tonight, and I was missing it. What a bummer.
  
  One of the good things about today was that Grandpa was staying over for the week. His last nursing home was closed down, so he needed a place to stay while Mom and Dad find him a new one. I don't mind, though. He tells awesome stories about when he was younger. He would always add a moral to the end, which Mom liked a lot. I guess she wanted me to learn something if he was going to keep me up so late on school nights.
  
  "Son, get me a glass of water," Grandpa asked me, while adjusting his glasses. "Alright, Grandpa, I'll be right there." I went to the refrigerator and filled up a glass with water from the filter. I grabbed a candle from the kitchen island and held it in my free hand. I sat on the couch next to him and handed him his water, while setting the candle down on the table. He gulped it down quickly, and set the glass down on the table. "You know, Son," he said, while closing his eyes. "This situation remind me of something that happened to me years ago..."
  
  "It was 2012, and kids everywhere filled up toy shops. There was a new craze going around, and if you weren't apart of it, you weren't apart of anything. Of course, that was how it went with all fads, until they ended and something new came along. Anyways, this time, the toy company Orbsah had come up with new spinning tops, called Beyblades."
  
  "At school, at the park, even in our homes, we played with them. Everyone spent hundreds upon hundreds of dollars getting gear and more Beys. I, only owned one." This story was new to me, but I was really interested. "Why did you only have one, Grandpa? Everyone else had more," I asked, raising one of my eyebrows. "I only had one, because I only needed one. See, Beyblades were customizable, and everyone had different customizations. I, for one, had one, rare Bey that no one else could find." I was practically jumping, and was a bit upset when he stopped so suddenly. "What was it called, Grandpa? What was it called?" He smiled at me and said, "Metal Face Duo Cygnus Boost Disk 145 Coat Sharp, or MF Duo Cygnus BD145CS for short."
  
  The name confused me, but I was still interested. "Why did it beat everyone?" I asked again. "It was the perfect Bey. The Metal Face added weight to it, and the Clear Wheel Cygnus had great synergy with Metal Wheel Duo. Boost Disk added more weight, and Coat Sharp was a great Defensive bottom." He probably saw the confused look on my face, as he guffawed loudly. "I'll explain more about it later," he said to me, finally.
  
  "I was the best in town, and no one could beat me. Until one day, a group of boys tried to steal my Bey. They claimed that I had "stole it from them". I was astonished that someone would want to steal anything. "Did they manage to get it?" He scratched his beard for a while, until finally answering. "I managed to try and bargain with the thieves. I challenged them to a battle, and won. They ended up taking my bey with them. I did manage to get it back, but it wasn't easy. I had to buy a new Beyblade to make up for the one I had lost. I didn't win many battles, but it was all I had. I knew I would have gotten it back someday. Eventually, I ended up battling on of the boys who took my first Bey."
  
  "The boy didn't recognize me, but I did. I proposed a trade if I had one, and he accepted. Surprisingly, I beat the unbeatable Bey that no one else could beat! He kept his end of the deal, and when he placed my Bey in my hand, he instantly recognized me. He apologized, and told me that he was only jealous. I forgave him, and he ended up being great friends." I smiled and leaned back on the couch. "Wait," I said, remembering what he told me earlier. "You said you would tell me more about the Beyblade that you owned. Do you have a picture of it?" I sighed and pulled something out of his jacket pocket. "Even better," he said uncurling his fist. "I have it right here."
  
  They Beyblade was shiny, and looked new. The Metal Face on it was the shiniest part of the entire thing, and complemented the Bey. I could immediately tell what every part was. Cygnus was the light blue, swirly plastic piece, sitting on the Metal Wheel perfectly. Duo looked like a symmetrical circle, which was really big and round. Boost Disk was only about 0.5 cm farther out from the Duo Metal wheel, and was jet black. Coat Sharp was a gray Bottom, which had a ring of rubber around it.
  
  "I want you to keep this," Grandpa said to me, smiling. I was honored to keep something that meant to much to him, but also confused. "Why, Grandpa?" I asked. "As a sign that you should never give up, and always fight for what you believe in," he said, yawning afterwards. "Thanks a lot," I said, studying it. "Off to bed you go now, it's late." I got up off the couch and began to walk toward the stairs, making sure I clenched the Bey in my hands. "One more thing, Grandpa." I said, stopping at the foot of the stairs. "Hmmmm?" he said, dozing off. "What did this have to do with the power outage?" I heard light snoring, and heavy breathing. "Goodnight, Grandpa," I said, walking up the stairs.
  The gimmicks are all explained well like in real life. I like the realistic appeal, haha. Bu unfortunately, it wouldn't be fair to qualify you since you didn't make the beyblade.Last is War. War reminds me of me when I first started, so I might be biased. Surprisingly, the dialogue, even though it was done wrong, is still pretty easy to follow. While the idea is still cliched, they all are. The main point here is that there is a moral here. A moral, in a beyblade story!? Unthinkable! Anyway, this is another prospect pick. I doubt War will make it past the likes of Noodoo and Ga, and Shirayuki is a bit better than War. Nice work though.
  
  
  
• Shirayuki! (Click to View)

  
  Ding…Ding…Ding…DING!!!
  I wake up to the sound of my alarm clock. I attempt to open my eyes, but it gets resisted because of the strong sunlight. Eventually I wake up and realize I am late for a tournament. I get up and get dressed as fast as I could. I grab my grip and blade and race out of the door.
  
  My name is Kurabashi Nakito. I am an average middle school-goer, I am 5 foot 6. Most people make fun of me because I carry the weakest blade. I will probably change that now though. I race over to the beypark and dodge traffic. I finally step into the tournament hall and check the time and relize I am late. In an attempt to catch my breath, I run moderately to the actual tournament.
  “Kurabashi versus Kazeburo,” The DJ announces.
  
  I know that’s me so I race to the bowl. I ready my blade.
  “Three!”
  “Two!”
  “One!”
  “Go…. Shoot!!!”
  Our blades touch the bowl and start clashing each other. Plastic is being shredded by my new Attack ring: 9 spiker. I command my blade to start attacking the blade base to imbalance the blade.
  “Attack!”
  “Block!”
  “Dodge!”
  Most people chant those words, but I like to battle in silence. The Rubber on my tip makes my blade aggressive. After a few minutes of attacking I notice that his bey is gaining spin.
  “What’s going on?” I ask.
  “Spin steal,” He replies.
  “Spin steal?!” I remark.
  “Wait you don’t know?” Kazeburo shoots back.
  “Yeah,” I say sadly.
  “Well watch!” He returns.
  His blade starts attacking with the weight disk. The more metal my blade hits, the less spin I get.
  “”Stop attacking!” I command my blade.
  My blade backs away from his blade and stays still.
  “Spin steal,” He commands his blade.
  His blade starts moving slowly in closely to my blade. I command my blade to start circling the stadium. MY main priority at this rate is to avoid making contact with his weight disk. As my blade loses stamina I try to think of a plan to attack his blade. I realize if I attack from above I wouldn’t lose spin.
  “Attack from above!” I command my blade.
  My blade races up a ramp and smashes a light in air. Shattered glass falls from the ceiling.
  “Fall!” I yell.
  My blade falls from the ceiling and crashes into the ground. After the smoke clears I see my blade engulfed in rubble. His blade is still spinning. Everybody starts laughing at me. I grab my blade and run home. I see my grandpa there holding a bitchip.
  “What’s that?” I ask.
  “Family business and you are involved,” He replies.
  “Okay?” I shoot back.
  “Alright then I’ll tell a story. Long ago our family was a legendary blading team, we all had blades that had to do with archfiends. There was Gear Archfiend, Cyber Archfiend, Archfiend Dragon, Burning Archfiend, and Shining Archfiend. We were all attack types and we attacked from above. I used Gear Archfiend and my special move was Gear Wings of Light. My blade would flash and blind the opponent unbalancing his blade. My bit beast would fly out and fly into the sky. When it came down the opposing blade would turn into a gear. And I would like you to have its spirit,” He explains.
  He hands me the little piece of plastic. I place it onto my blade and my blade had beams of light shining through it. The weight disk completely changed to gear wide. I thanked him and went out the door. Time for payback. I challenged everybody to a beybattle. Every blade I hit was launched out of the stadium until one blade was left. It was Kazeburo’s.
  “Gear Wings of Light!” I commanded my blade.
  My blade did exactly what Grandpa said it would do, but better with enhanced parts.
  After that day, I reigned surpreme with everybody in my school.
  The end.
  Some spelling mistakes. But Temporal sees promise in you!Fourth is Shirayuki, who actually did better than Def. I liked the way the story flowed, but something is missing. It moved too fast. There's little description, and...it's CLICHED! So what redeems the story? Plastics. Nobody else used them, and that makes this original. This is a pure prospect pick. I want to see how far Shirayuki can go in this tournament. I want to see if Shirayuki can improve over the course of the tournament. And most of all, this writer can become a dark horse of the next round if they play their cards right. I don't know WHAT to give this story.
  
  
• MasterBlader-x (Click to View)

  In a world where beyblade ruled the land, a bey of maximum power fell from the sky. This bey was known to have the power to bend the very fabric of space and time itself. This bey was known as Platinum Omega. The holder of this awesome bey name was Lext Tokami, the king of the Republic City of the South. He was the first king. For years the men of the Tokami family passed down the responsibility of being the king and with that resonsibility Omega was passed down as well. But there was one that was the most bravest, smartest, and greatest of them all. His name was Luke. And this is the story of his legend. The Legend of Platinum Omega. Now lets go back to the beginning of this legend. The day he was born. "My king the Republic of the North have gotten the Republic of the East and West to fight along their side. What are your orders?" asked a captin of the Republic of the South. "I don't know captain. I don't think this is a battle we will be able to when." said the king of the South Republic. But before they gave up a site of magic appeared in the cosmos above. It was a star flying fast across the night sky. That only meaned one thing. A ruler has been born. But that mean something else, and something horrible too. But before the king could react to this glorious thing, the star crashed down onto the battle field. Everything and every one was destoyed. From the smoke and shadows of the battle field an evil force spung from out of the massive hole in the middle of the field. As he flew into the air end faded away it said only three words. "Must Desroy Omega!" Back at the castle, the new king laid inside i basanet. "My queen i have bad news about thou king." said a worker. "What happened?" asked the queen. "He's.......well he's......" said the worker. "No it can't be. I didn't know the enemy was that strong." the queen said in sadness. "It wasn't the enemy because they were destroied also." said the worker. "Then what was it?" asked the queen. "It was a bey. We have not located it yet but we are trying our hard my queen." said the worker. While the queen and the worker talked young Luke woke from his first slumber and cried out to the world. And this is how his legend starts. As young Luke grew, his power with Omega became very strong. He was the only king to have ever mastered Omega's power in a short amount of time. One day while Luke was training with his best friend Yuko something happened. "Hey Luke." said Yoku. As young Luke walked to great Yoku, he saw purple clouds and lightning forming in the North. "Hey Yoku what you think is happening over there?" asked Luke. "I don't know, but it looks like it's forming up around the forbidden mountains. Wanna go check what it is?" he asked me. "Okay but lets hurry because there's some farmers out there so lets go make shore they leave the mountains and come here for safety." Luke told him. As the ran to the top of the mountains they told every farm the saw to go to the city and stay there until further notice. It didn't took that long for them to get to the top, and when they got up there they couldn't believe their eyes. It was a blader practicing . "Hey you it's not safe here. Please got to the city where it's safe." Luke told the boy, but he didn't answer. "Hey you please come with us! We will help you." Luke told him. "If you have a brain you'll leave me be or you'll be sorry." said the boy. "So let me guess you want to battle me or something. Because if you do let's do this!" said Luke. "Okay my Silver Alpha will take care of you." the boy told Luke. When he showed Luke the bey, he went into a flashback. It was when he was born. When the Dark bey felled to the Earth. "That's the bey, from when i was born?" asked Luke. "Are you going to launch or what?" asked the boy. "Okay lets do this. Let It Rip!!!!" he screamed sending Omega into the stadium. "Let It Rip!!" said the boy. As the two beys clashed inside the stadium the ground began to shake and break. The beys were furious. "I'm just going to in this with my special move. So Alpha special move! Alpha Ray Blazer!!!" the boy commanded Alpha. "What a special move right away? What's this boy's plan?" said Luke. When he called out his special move a purple dragon flew into the clouds and lightning. Then it flew down with a massive amount of force. Omega was barely able to keep spinning, but i was weaken a little. "Okay now it's my turn. Special move!!! Omega Lightning Fury Attack!!" Luke commanded Omega. When Luke called out his special move a blue dragon flew out of the bey and started circling the inside of the stadium. While Omega circled the stadium at top speed it brought some power hits to Alpha, but the hits wern't strong enough to make it completely stop. "Why haven't you fallen over yet?" asked Luke. (921) "I was about to ask you the same thing." said the boy. "Well i won't lose this i just won't. Go Omega!!" screamed Luke. "I won't lose either! Go Alpha!!" screamed the boy. Both beys clashed even harder. At this time everything all around them was completely destroyed. "GO!!!!" screamed Luke and the boy. This time when the beys clashed a flash of white light filled the sky. When it cleared Omega was still spinning. "Great battle!" said Luke.
  Classic Alpha/Omega stuff. Spelling mistakes and capitalization issues everywhere. Remember to polish your work next time. WOT.
  
  
• Emperor (Click to View)

  “The NO Legacy”
  I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock at 7 A.M on Monday. Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep it went. I sat up noticing my Beyblade blanket on the floor. I quickly got out of bed and I bent down to lay the blanket on my bed.
  Rushing to my bathroom I went. I brushed my teeth for about 3 minutes or so and I quickly went back to change into my normal clothes. Right before I left my room, I turned back and looked under my bed to find a case. A beyblade case. I opened the case and took my only beyblade, my launcher grip, and my string loauncher.
  Walking to school is a pain in the butt, but it’s actually worth it because I can talk with my friends on the way. Beyblade here, beyblade there.
  “Hey guys, did you hear about the new beyblade coming out? It’s called ‘Carnage Typhon SA165SB,’” said my friend Jack. Everyone replied, “No” in unison.
  Jack continued, “They said its limited edition and they are releasing it in Rasyla tomorrow. That’s where WE live! But there will be only releasing 1 because someone stole the other ONE!”
  I replied, “That sucks! I’m gonna punch that person for stealing it from Hasbro.”
  
  School ended really quickly as it was minimum day. Starts at 7:30 and ends at 12:15. I ran home leaving my friends at school. I kinda felt bad for doing that so I called them when I got home. Too bad no one answered, so I left a message. My mom was doing the dishes when I was home. She’s lucky she doesn’t work on Labor Day. And I have to go to school? So stupid. But anyway, I asked my mom if we can buy/bid the new Carnage Typhon SA165SB. Her expression went blank.
  My mom asked, “What did you say?”
  I replied, “Can WE buy the new Carnage Typhon SA165SB?”
  “No, because we ALREADY got one!”
  “What do you mean we GOT one?”
  “Let’s just say I bought it today at 12 A.M in the morning”
  “How? It hasn’t been released yet? Did you STEAL it?”
  “Pshhh, NO!”
  “Whatever, I’m goiug to my room.”
  I walked up the stairs and entered my room. There laid a Carnage Typhon SA165SB. It’s shiny and all but I knew my mom stole it. It was hard to believe that I felt like fainting. The last thing I saw was total darkness.
  I woke up on a white bed and a blanket that had a red cross in the middle of it. I knew where I was. The Infirmary. I saw my mom and dad sitting in the chair across the room. I sat up and yelled, “MOM! Why’d you steal the Beyblade?”
  She replied, “Well you know how we’re poor and we love you a lot so we decided to steal the beyblade for you. Well WE actually DIDN’T steal it. Your grandfather did. And he told us to give it to you.”
  I replied, “So like a beyblade being passed down from generation to generation?”
  My dad answered, “Yes. And we brang the beyblade for you.”
  He points at the table next to my bed. There laid Typhon.
  I grabbed it off the table as the table fell to the ground. My mom and dad
  looked at each other.
  I got a feeling of being connected with Typhon. It sounded like it was
  saying, “Launch me! Launch me and I’ll show you my true power!
  DO it now!” Typhon’s face appeared in the sky. I know you want to
  launch me!”
  
  I replied, “Okay okay!” I snapped out of that connection and took out
  my launcher grip and string launcher. I attached them all together
  and I was ready to launch. I launched the beyblade with all my might.
  But all of a sudden, it went berserk! It crashed the window, it hit my dad’s eye. It was CRAZY! I grabbed the beyblade but it dodged my hand.
  “Whaaaa-?!?!” I exclaimed. I reached for it once more but it didn’t do me any good. It started to destroy things even more. My bed, the chair, and made a big rip through the curtain. I ran over to it when it was till and threw my hands on the beyblade.
  “Three times the charm. MOM and DAD I’m sick of this bey. This bey wasn’t meant for me! Give it back to grandfather,” I yelled, throwing the beyblade out of the window. But for some reason, I never heard the bey hit the ground. I was at the 1st floor and no sound from that bey. I checked the window and there it was. Typhon was levitating in the air.
  He had a golden aura surrounding him.
  “Typhon?” I said. I was surprised.
  I heard my dad mumble, “I told him that’s the perfect bey for him!”
  I reached out and tried to grab Typhon. I took it in my hands.
  But it turns out half of my body was already out the window, so I fell and landed on my head, unconscious. And that’s when I knew that’s the bey for MY family.
  A bit all over the place. Some spelling mistakes. Seems a bit wacky and jumbled up. Nice work though!
  

And there you have it. All ten glorious entries. Temporal's comments are the colored ones! The advancers are ...

• Zancrow!
  
• Ga'Hooleone!
  
• ChinaBlade!
  
• Shirayuki!
  
• NarwhalSoup XD
  

Your next round subject will be given tonight at 9 PM. Stay tuned and remember, only three will advance to the finals!

Phoof, that was some copy and pasting XD

*ignore the spelling mistakes and other grammatical issues with my post, my left eye just drifted asleep D:

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Phew! I made it!
.... Oh carp.
I forgot to think about that.
I had just gotten back from a long day of shopping and was tired.
I had to work fast.
I'm such an idiot sometimes.

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I Have No Idea What I'm Doing With My Life Right Now

What? I advanced and Def didn't? This be wacky yo.

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PLEASE READ MY STORY PLEASE ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

I have the post all written out. Just need to press the button at nine o'clock.

As with any tournament, the rounds get harder!

What? I advanced and Def didn't? This be wacky yo.

He was a pick, so was War. But one small mistake snatched away the victory. We wil be having more tournaments, so watch out for the rules next time. So damn sorry, but bending the rules would be unfair to the others who had made Beyblades.

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Awesome, procrastination can still make a good story.

I'm excited to see if Noodoo and I make it to the finals, then I'd really have to try hard!

Looking forward to the next round.

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"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."

-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)

But one small mistake snatched away the victory.

Oh Dear Jezus that makes me rethink mine. o_o
I'm so scared now.
I won't make it.

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I Have No Idea What I'm Doing With My Life Right Now

The rules for that round were strict to keep everyone in check and sort of "weed-out" the nice ones. But yeah, the next two rounds will have loads of freedom. No word limit, no Beyblades.

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But one small mistake snatched away the victory.

Oh Dear Jezus that makes me rethink mine. o_o
I'm so scared now.
I won't make it.

Procrastination is the key to victory.

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But one small mistake snatched away the victory.

Oh Dear Jezus that makes me rethink mine. o_o
I'm so scared now.
I won't make it.

Procrastination is the key to victory.

Wrong quote there. I believe you are referring to Ga's post XD

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nope, I'm not. haha, cause everything I do is correct

I did quote the wrong post...

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Err ... okay.

Hm, one hour left.

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Good job, you guys! Especially you, Ga, great execution.

Yep, mine definitely had some awkward sentences; I still need to polish it. Anyone notice the pseudo steampunk theme? I attempted to mix that and a sort of early 1900s NYC theme. Not very well.

Hah, the competition only gets better.

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I saw a Legend of Korra similarity, which is obviously that exact blend you are referring to.

Only, instead of Bolin and Mako, it's an unnamed boy and girl. But yeah, I can see the theme pervading your story.

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"In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new: an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook." But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist; but a great artist can come from anywhere."

-Anton Ego/Peter O'Toole (1932-2013)

Congrats guys, and good luck

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In Time

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The second round's subject is "Run with it".

That is the only information, interpret it as you wish. Beyblade is not a requirement. Use it as a moral, as a punch line, as a thesis, whatever. No limits on the length this time!

The last round will have even less explanation. Which leaves even more room for creativity. In fact, the last round's topic is only going to be two words

Your entries will be accepted via PM no longer than 11:59 PM August 15th EST

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The second round's subject is "Run with it".

That is the only information, interpret it as you wish. Beyblade is not a requirement. Use it as a moral, as a punch line, as a thesis, whatever. No limits on the length this time!

The last round will have even less explanation. Which leaves even more room for creativity. In fact, the last round's topic is only going to be two words

Your entries will be accepted via PM no longer than 11:59 PM August 15th EST

*Eye twitch*
What!?
Ugh! I'm so dead!

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I Have No Idea What I'm Doing With My Life Right Now

So I can make it like 2 sentences?

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https://worldbeyblade.org/Thread-Beyblad...pid1530998

PLEASE READ MY STORY PLEASE ^^^^^^^^^^^^^

Nice one. I can't wait to see everyone else's take on this.

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"Yeah we're all going the same way down. I'm just trying to write it all down." - The Airborne Toxic Event

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