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Jul-18-2005 12:22

I am creating the second bio contest. Since we had so much fun with the last one, I thought we should have another. This bio contest is based on who has the funniest, most comical bio. Previous winners can't apply for a second time. The prize this time is a package of Russian sweets, and cake. Apply for contest by sending me a note via private message I will post signups on board. Enter before July 25th. Good luck! I will post judges on board in a little while!

Jul-20-2005 23:57

That's it smilebj...Now, get writing!! :)

Jul-25-2005 10:23

We didn't have as many signups this time as expected, but that's your problem not mine. The signups were:
-Mickey Sticks
-Captain Caveman
-Milady
-tink37
-RosieS
-smilebj

The results shall be given tomorrow.
Judges...unite!

Jul-25-2005 10:47

umm how can we view their bios when I cant get to their profiles?

Jul-25-2005 11:00

You can go to the Send Private Message and type in their name and their name will pop uip, click on it and read their bio. Or if they are logged on you can click on their name from "See who is logged on" link under Community Hall.

Jul-25-2005 11:08

All is well.

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Jul-25-2005 11:29

I PM'd Madam Giry with my top 3 picks :)

Jul-25-2005 13:29

Change of plans. You'll have the winner BEFORE 7:00 pm Sleuth Time.

Jul-25-2005 13:46

Drumroll please...
The winner is: Mickey Sticks! The judging went like this. All judges sent in their top three picks, and whichever one was the most voted for in the first choice was the winner. I'd just like to thank the other judges so much for their cooperation and participation in this event. I'll post his bio in a second.

Jul-25-2005 13:48

Detective Biography
Sometimes life throws you lemons.

Mickey generally makes Sasparilla with them.

Sitting in his well-appointed penthouse one night, his faithful manservant, Percy, at his side, he opened a book. Not just any book. His mother would kill him for this, but it was a... PULP. That's what she'd have called it, alright. Paperback, with yellowed pages, even though it was only recently published, and a lurid cover - Mickey didn't know what lurid meant, but it sure seemed to fit - his hands shook as he began reading.
An hour later, he ordered Percy down to the corner to pick up another. "Make that five, Perce... actually, get every one they've got!" he cried.
The next morning, the doorbell rang. "Mawster Michael, your mother." Percy announced, his South-of-England accent cutting through the affected drawl of his post. Mickey had tried to shake him of this habit, but the tall, slender butler persisted.
"You look like hell, Michael. I suppose you've been up all night with some doxy!" his mother barked, the disapproval cutting the misama of cigarette smoke and too-strong coffee like one of the kitchen knives her father used to sharpen when he was alive. She had married well, but for love. Mickey's father had been a cop before going into the grocery business, expanding a single store into an empire. When he died, the board had sold everything, setting up his wife and son with very hefty endowments.
"Mother, I have found my calling!"
With a moue of displeasure, she sat. "Really, dear. You know you aren't cut out for business", she purred, a scary, almost sinister sound, sickly sweet, but with an edge that Mickey's gypsy grandfather would be proud of.
"I'm serious mother! I'm going to be a detective."

She was right about one thing. He didn't have a head for business.

A year later, sitting in a mold-infested office that doubled as his apartment - he couldn't shake the cliches - he smiled ruefully. "Y'know, Percy, maybe this wasn't the