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.
That isn't even remotely funny. I thought my submissions were good but I also saw others who had some funny stuff that I thought was worthy competition.
This was not one of those. Didn't even crack a smile at this one.
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.
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.
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.
I won...? Huh?
This is a great way to start my day.
Thanks Sixen I love you. <3<3<3
At those people posting about time wasted, I wasted a whole day making a contest video so I know how it feels.
But at the end of the day its a caption contest not a photoshop contest. XD
I'm sorry for anyone who didn't win though, it's not a nice feeling. ;_;
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 -
"You scum!"
"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.
Congratulations for the winner. Isnt a fault of who win, and for me it is difficult to judge humor of a culture that is not mine. But really the results seem more randomly chosen than rated.
PurpleCrumbs it's a point! In the week I attended felt as if my works had not been seen. Don't want to accuse of course, but it wasn't an exclusive feel.
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.
The End...
How was that?
YOU WIN. If you don't, I say we OCCUPY DIABLOFANS Headquarters >:|
WOW!? THIS!? this isn't even remotely funny. It doesn't even integrate the circumstance in the picture. What a sham contest to just get more visitors/hits so they can bump their ad revenue.
What Hero says to Binkle:
Okey, so Mr. Binkles, is it okey I call you just Binkles? When you see a shiny new sword, could you rush towards it and grab it for me? That would be awesome Binkles!
What Binkle hears:
Blah blah Lord Binkles blah blah blah blah blah Lord Binkles? Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah? Blah blah blah Lord Binkles!
I am glad that i have stopped participating in these contests. I do not know if it is the culture difference, but I did not find the winner even remotely funny :(. While browsing through the posts I personally found many entries more humorous.
Binkles:
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.
The End...
How was that?
This was not one of those. Didn't even crack a smile at this one.
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.
Please forgive any spelling & punctuation errors.
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.
And he lived happily ever after.
The End
This is a great way to start my day.
Thanks Sixen I love you. <3<3<3
At those people posting about time wasted, I wasted a whole day making a contest video so I know how it feels.
But at the end of the day its a caption contest not a photoshop contest. XD
I'm sorry for anyone who didn't win though, it's not a nice feeling. ;_;
"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!"
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.
THE BETA KEY IS A LIE!
The origin of Binkles the frog -
"You scum!"
"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.
You pick him up, and pat him gently.
"Yes, my dear. We will always fight together."
YOU WIN. If you don't, I say we OCCUPY DIABLOFANS Headquarters >:|
Okey, so Mr. Binkles, is it okey I call you just Binkles? When you see a shiny new sword, could you rush towards it and grab it for me? That would be awesome Binkles!
What Binkle hears:
Blah blah Lord Binkles blah blah blah blah blah Lord Binkles? Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah? Blah blah blah Lord Binkles!
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