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[Shades]

THAT SAID, I've got no idea what the thread title indicates. I assume it's a text reward specific thing, since the various crayon doodles I've gotten don't seem to have witchcraft voodoo serial numbers.

I see you don't play in ascii mode

[Johuotar]

%g~,.~g%,..U-,,..,C!

Bram went to battle with the three goblins and soon spilled their
guts, but lo, a giant cyclops was right behind them. So that was what
they were running from, thought Bram. With a clear mind, he leveled
his sword upon his forearm.

,.,~~U/C~~~,.,.

A match of steel and sinew, Bram fought the Cyclops long into the
fading light. Night animals watched with curiosity as the opponents
threw each other into the trees, shattering the hard trunks. Bram’s
sword hummed in the night, slashing his enemy and spilling the
monster’s blood. In the end the sword point found a blood vessel near
the Cyclops’s heart. Bram lifted his blade for the death blow.

“You may have won our contest,” said the Cyclops, “but if you kill me
you will never know where the girl can be found.”

“You know of King Jesmo’s daughter?” cried Bram. “Where is she?”

“Seek for her in the Underworld,” laughed the Cyclops, coughing up
blood, “but I do not envy what you may find.

[CharlesPeter]

%g~,.~g%,..U-,,..,C!

Bram went to battle with the three goblins and soon spilled their
guts, but lo, a giant cyclops was right behind them. So that was what
they were running from, thought Bram. With a clear mind, he leveled
his sword upon his forearm.

,.,~~U/C~~~,.,.

A match of steel and sinew, Bram fought the Cyclops long into the
fading light. Night animals watched with curiosity as the opponents
threw each other into the trees, shattering the hard trunks. Bram’s
sword hummed in the night, slashing his enemy and spilling the
monster’s blood. In the end the sword point found a blood vessel near
the Cyclops’s heart. Bram lifted his blade for the death blow.

“You may have won our contest,” said the Cyclops, “but if you kill me
you will never know where the girl can be found.”

“You know of King Jesmo’s daughter?” cried Bram. “Where is she?”

“Seek for her in the Underworld,” laughed the Cyclops, coughing up
blood, “but I do not envy what you may find.

I think Bram is a recurring character. He's in my reward story too.

[Kogut]

Is it OK to copy it to http://df.magmawiki.com/index.php/ASCII_Art_Reward ?

[Shades]

Is it OK to copy it to http://df.magmawiki.com/index.php/ASCII_Art_Reward ?

All mine are on the wiki already, http://df.magmawiki.com/index.php/User:Shades feel free to move them if you wish

[monk12]

THAT SAID, I've got no idea what the thread title indicates. I assume it's a text reward specific thing, since the various crayon doodles I've gotten don't seem to have witchcraft voodoo serial numbers.

I see you don't play in ascii mode

Oh wow I should have picked up on that ><

[Twitch]

Brand new!

N,,.U|++u|

The elders of Rostfen gathered around the empty cart.  Shopkeeper
Martin was furious.  He knew the stranger had tempted the Night, but
did the darkness need to take his shipment as well?  The elders
reaffirmed the law and Martin was admonished.  Burning with anger, he
returned to Weaver House.  There his eldest son Sam was waiting for
him.

“Where did that man go?” asked the boy.

“Away,” growled Martin.  “That is the last we will speak of it.”

That night the air was colder than anyone could remember on a summer’s
evening.  Martin stepped outside the shop to douse the lantern when
someone stepped out into the light.  It was Losmo.  He looked more
pale and starved than before if it was possible.  Martin turned on
him.

“Where is my cloth, thief?” asked Martin.

“Bogeymen have it,” said Losmo.

“Bogeymen or no,” said Martin, “you will get it for me.”

“You want the cloth back at all costs?” said Losmo.

“Yes,” said the shopkeeper.

“And you will provide me with whatever I need to retrieve it?” said Losmo.

“Yes, curse you!” shouted Martin.

Losmo seemed to grow and darken like a black shadow.

“Very well,” said the phantom.  “What is the sure way to defeat the bogeyman?”

“To travel with a companion,” said Martin.  In sudden understanding,
he reached for his walking stick.

“Not you,” said Losmo.  “Him,”

The specter pointed its long white arm past the shopkeeper to the
trembling boy standing in the doorway.  “No!  Not Sam!” begged Martin.
 But it was too late.  He had already spoken his oath.  He tried to
block the doorway but Losmo brushed him away as he would an errant
branch.  He took the boy in his cold iron grip and dragged him out
into the street.

The next morning the elders gathered around the cart, now filled with
cloth, neatly folded.  Martin could not look at it.  He vowed to slay
Losmo and return with his son.  The others just looked at him.  It was
dangerous to mess with the night, let alone tempt it thrice.

[Die Nacht]

B&\@,.gggggg

A vile force of evil had arrived.  The beak-dog clicked and hissed
under the weight of if its master, Ozse-muspla.  The demon lord was so
fat he had to be lifted onto the saddle each morning.  His general,
the goblin Dotom, stood by holding an enormous pole-axe at attention.
Before them stood the last bastion of all that was good, the dwarf
fortress of Neverfear.  Behind them was a horde composed of everything
that had ever slithered, flew, or clawed its way out of the
underworld.

Squads of marksdwarves watched from the walls as the gates of the
fortress were let open.  A mean-looking dwarf counted the hill dwarves
as they evacuated their settlement and came into the keep.  There were
only so many mushrooms, only so many barrels of wine.  After the dwarf
women and children were let in, there were only so many hill dwarves
the fortress could take.

“That’s it,” said the counter.  “You are on your own.”

“Are you crazy?” asked Nuggad.  “What chance have we against that?”

Along the hills, in every direction, the goblins stood.  Huge battle
standards bearing obscene images waved in the cool spring breeze.
Drums beat and trumpets played as the goblin formations moved about.
The counter dropped a pile of weapons at Nuggad’s feet, but the dwarf
found he could not move, so terrible were the odds against him.
Another blast of the horns and the goblins began the assault.  Nuggad
chose a sturdy spear.

The resistance of the hill dwarves was short and bloody.  Dotom rode
to Ozse-muspla’s side and congratulated the evil leader on his
victory.  The demon grunted and continued on toward the fortress.  His
eyes were ever on the keep of Neverfear, a great white tower sticking
out from the hills, so he failed to see the dwarf hiding among the
muddy pools and broken bodies.

“Eat steel, you tub of lard!”

Rising like the all-powerful sun,  Nuggad launched into the air and
hurled his spear into Ozse-muspla’s face.  The goblins were stunned
for a moment as the leader crashed into the mud with a giant splashing
thud.  At last a pair of goblin guards seized Nuggad and wrestled him
to the ground.  Dotom hurled his pole arm to the ground and rushed to
his master’s side.

“He is dead,” said the goblin general.  Then to Nuggad, “I suppose you
think you have accomplished something.  You shall see what goblin kind
is capable of.”

Dotom summoned a pair of goblin engineers.

“Lash this dwarf to the battering ram,” said Dotom.  “He will
experience our victory from the most intimate perspective.”