Binkles the Frog. That was his new name, and he had better get used to it. Diablo had chosen to return in the most obvious way possible, in a comet, in order to instill terror in peoples all around. Mephisto, however, had wanted to come back in a more covert way. Mephisto, the Lord of Hatred, had returned as the most hated thing of all--a simple mosquito. His plan had been to invade and take over the body of a human--perhaps a certain Necromancer that had gotten lucky years before--but alas, it was not meant to be.
Upon his first night of return in Sanctuary, in the swampy woods of Kurast, he had encountered his first problem. The angel-demon offspring had found a deep magic to disguise themselves...they called this magic "repellent" and kept it contained in impenetrable bottles of all shapes in sizes. For a week, Mophistosquito hovered around the village of the Kurast Docks, waiting for the invisibility spray to wear off, hoping he would by chance run into the fiendish creatures. By the time the seven days were over, he felt age getting to him, as if he had lived half a lifetime. Mophistosquito knew then that time was running short.
He worked faster, spreading out further as his hope failed. And then he saw it: a human male, emerging from an outhouse--the evil magic had been overriden by some other smell, highlighting him! Mophistosquito charged, needle-nose extended as much as possible. But his greatest challenge awaited him. A creature many times his size and weight, rippling with an odd skin, pounced in front of his path. A frog, green to blend in with the swamp, had wandered into town. Mophistosquito pulled back, trying to stop or avert his course, but it was too late. The tongue lashed out and wrapped around his outstretched nose, pulling him in to the beast's mouth. He tried to struggle, only to puncture the frog's throat with his needle. Instead of blood pouring in, Mophistosquito was sucked out. The frog's green coloring became tainted, becoming more yellow.
Mephrog was born, but it was not over yet. The human had reached him and was bending over. Mephrog's body quivered with rage and fear--he was in no state to fight!
"Yes, you'll do quite nicely," the man said. "Come, I take care of you. You Binkles. Binkles the Frog. I Witch Doctor and we have much fight to do. Oh, yes, many demons come and Doctor and Frog must unite in battle."
And so Binkles the Frog was born...or reborn. Whatever.
Yeah I kinda have to agree. I mean everyone has their own sense of humor, but there are way better submissions with a lot more creativity then the ones that won the contest. Oh well though, congratulations to the ones that won you lucky sons of binkles. I did read that more beta invites are going out after blizzcon and the new patch for the beta though, so hopefully more people will get into the beta soon.
"I wasn't always a frog," he would say to himself in a language only he could possibly comprehend. 'Binkles', as he was came to be known by, was once a man like no other. A man who lived for adventure, a man who lived for wealth, and of course a man who would live for the women. But unlike any other man, he more often than not gave in to the cardinal sins. He would willingly commit great crimes for naught but simple coin -- as long as he would go unheard of, he simply saw no reason not to.
The world of Sanctuary has seen great evil in its time, but none quite so cowardly and as slippery as he who became mockingly known as 'Binkles the Frog.' The Frog was a man with keen intellect and wit, using whatever was in his arsenal to lure those who were foolish enough to trust him into a dastardly trap -- resulting in their death, and to him would go the spoils. The Frog was a traveller, and being a traveller as his profession of choice ensured his identity would remain concealed from the general public. Giving an hour or two to examine the patrons within the local tavern, a few stories to rouse their interest, and then he would be off to plunge them into a deadly trap. It was just all too easy, and with him accompanying them the locals would simply presume he fell victim to whatever monstrosities lurk beyond the sanctity of their walls.
Chortling with fiendish glee, the Frog would depart from the scene with blood-stained wealth. His desire for more urged him to continue, narrowly avoiding any danger as he travelled to and fro. Years of treachery bestowed him with a treasury so vast, that even the wealthiest folk in all the land would gaze upon it with awe. But for for a man so intelligent, little did he know that despite there being no name to match the face, the locals would soon begin to realise who he was, and it was they who dubbed him as 'the Frog.' The tables turned when they were no longer being tricked into accompanying him to their doom, and justice was rightly served when the Frog was cursed by one of those he attempted to deceive. To this day the Frog's stash has never been found, yet rumour has it that it was discovered by those who sought to punish him to a lifetime of misery and regret.
(And the moral of the story is... If you're greedy, you'll eventually pay the price! But meh, even if this entry doesn't win, I hope you as the reader enjoyed flicking through it. :P)
Binkles the frog entered all the caption contests every week he did he did uber captions and pictures but to no avail. Binkles the 134th spawn of Jubling The Great was born with a deformed tail, and all the other tadpoles would laugh at him at long last Binkles grew some limbs and became the best jumper around until 1 day a big nasty red Horned toad came to the pond saying "This pond belongs to me now i belive it has the tastiest flys around new tristram and any one who stands in my way will be squished" Binkles being the bravest frog in the pond stood up to the toad "You may not enter our pond you horned red beast" The Toad laughed "hahaha" then took a deep breath and spewed flames at poor binkles followed by a wall of flame. Binkles leapt out of the way and warned the others to flee wilst he distracted the foul red beast. once every one was away binkles ran himself but couldnt find his family poor binkles thus why hes all alone now seeking revenge on that foul red horned toad.
I don't have a beta key... Therefore I never played D3... I am not motivated to write a story after the last contest was such an upset. I am beginning to believe there are no beta keys available. It is just a tactic to keep traffic going on this forum. To restore my faith please give me a beta key. I will write you up a story about "Binkles" and the rest of the world once I explore the world of Sanctuary.
He who is known as Binkles the frog was not always a frog, he was a great scholar once named, Locke, and inhabited a small shack in the outskirts of the Blood Moore. He had exceptional knowledge and some say substantial enough to rival the great Deckard Cain. However he had his own theories on the three prime evils and the events that had unfolded upon sanctuary. For many years he continued his studies and made frequent trips into the town of the rogue encampment. He bickered amongst the townsfolk and constantly foretold the coming of an even greater evil that had not yet step foot in the world of sanctuary, and that should mankind survive the current threats it would be on the brink of destruction yet again. The townsfolk grew weary of him and kept their distance from him within the walls of the camp. They suspected that he was to obsessed with this said "evil" and he had taken particular liking to Deckard cain's niece, Leah. Deckard Cain rallied the townsfolk of the rogue encampment for a council meeting, included in this meeting was high priestess Akara, who told Deckard she had devised a plan to get rid of Locke once and for all and that he would no longer plague the town. Akara would use her magic and turn Locke into a frog and banish from the rogue encampment permanently and that he would be reduced to the name Binkles. After that day and the events that shortly after unfolded in sanctuary no one knew what became of Binkles. Some say he drifted far away into the jungle depths and pledged himself to a more mysterious tribe.. a ridiculous theory, but perhaps one day he would be seen again and where would his allegiance lye when sanctuary was again on the brink of destruction.
I hope you enjoyed the read it was funny as writing it up, just made it up as I went. I tried to fit/introduce how Binkles would be in Diablo III, from the events that concerned him in Diablo II.
i bet sixen is the one picking the winners. after watching his annoying commentaries with force (he's annoying not force). its obvious he would pick something completely retarded and not as clever as the rest
Binkles was once known as Tathamet; after the relentless war against Anu both were supposedly destroyed and through the aftermath of their destruction, created the high heavens and the burning hells; but what was kept secret from us, was that one can never destroy these powerful deities. Anu simply transformed into what we know now as the Worldstone, to bloat to his new offspring (angels) the power that he now has.
Tathamet however, after ages and ages of warring, was tired from fighting. Wanting to both settle down and pursue his life long dream of well… simply mating, he devised a plan to get away from the ongoing battles between heaven and hell. After pillaging Inarius’s thoughts, Tathamet showed him how to use Anu to create another world, so both Inarius and him could get away from the constant fighting. Allying with Lilith, Inarius successfully obtained the Worldstone, and then used the powers it contained to create what we now know as the Sanctuary. As both Inarius and Lilith crusaded forward to the Sanctuary, a very happy Tathamet trailed behind them.
Tathamet, now overjoyed, set out on his true life’s mission; to mate and settle down, but mostly mate, don't judge. After years of hitting on women and being very unsuccessful, Tathamet, very lonely, one night in the moonlight, walked by a stagnate pond. Frowning, he gazed down he saw a frog, but more importantly he saw what the frog protected, hundreds upon hundreds of eggs. Tathamet then had an epiphany; one frog would have to get laid at least 80 times to have that many eggs. Stricken by the new thought, Tathamet then transformed into a male frog, and is now, to this day, named Binkles. And if anyone asks; yes, he is not a virgin anymore.
Binkles is THE magical Beta Key frog. If you look for him, you will not see him. He will present himself to you if you are so fortunate, bearing the gift of the much sought after Beta Key. Deckard Cain recorded the first sighting of this curious little frog:
"A strange frog visited me today. He gave me an envelope with a note inside. On the note was a strange arrangement of letters and numbers, '3hf5-kjf7-njjg-09wd'. I've yet to discover the meaning. Ah, wait! I'll use a scroll of identify! oh...my...god....IT'S A BETA KEY!"
I Cant get over it I'm sorry. But This isn't fair!
Its much easier to judge a picture than it is a story, not to mention less time consuming. And we can all agree this weeks caption wasn't creative or funny. Do you know how long it will take to read all the story's? I doubt they will.
I don't think they have beta keys! They make fake accounts and award them with nothing.
I'm not good at writing stories. I always get ideas in my head, but have no idea how to really put them together to make them sound as cool as I think they are. Anyway, I'm not going to pass up a chance for a Diablo III beta key, so here's my attempt.
The origin of Binkles the frog -
"Darling, please, it's not what you think..."
Of course it's what you think, it's always just what you think. Your asshole husband in bed with another woman - it's exactly what it looks like, exactly what you think it is.
The strange woman gets up out of the bed and hurries out of the room, naked, with nothing covering her except for a cloud of embarrassment.
You eye your husband as if you're about to straddle him and pierce his heart with a poison dagger.
What the hell was he thinking? He vowed to stay faithful to you for all eternity.
Now this? What happened to what you once shared...
You met him when you were barely an adult, out in the world on your own for the first time, doing what you felt was right to help humanity. You had gotten yourself into a little trouble, and he was there, he helped you out. He was your hero.
Your hero. This is your hero?
At that time, he didn't quite understand you. You explained to him that you were a witch doctor, you dealt with spirits, voodoo, poisons, but he didn't understand any of it.
Despite differences, however, the two of you fell in love. You complemented each other well in battle with anything that came against you. The two of you promised to spend your life together, forever. Always together, until the very end.
"What were you thinking?" You cry, rage in your voice. "What of our promise?"
"We still have our promise..." He stammers, "We're-We will still be together. She was nothing, just- We'll always be together, my dear..."
He was right, the two of you would always be together. In one swift motion you jump atop him, your hand coming up to his neck. You smell the sweat stench from the strange woman on him and you do not hesitate. Where your hand was placed on his neck, it's now the sharp end of a dart, slowly pumping dark liquid into his veins.
"What was that?! What did you..." He's grabbing desperately at the object sticking out of his neck.
You stand up tall over him. "You're right, my dear." You grin. "We will be together until the end. But I won't have you in bed with every harlot that comes into town."
He starts to shake his head, but suddenly pain takes over his entire body. His limbs start to transform, smaller at first, then elongated, with webbing between each digit. His body shrinks, his skin turns smooth and the colour changes. His neck is replaced by a large jaw, and his eyes grow big and round.
All that sits in front of you in the blankets thrown about the bed is a small frog.