Akhilleus' X-mas gold give-away.

Dear fake GW Santa,
I'm Ledeni Giro in the game. I have been really good this year. I have never left any party in doing mission or a quest. I've helped my friends get money and/or lend them money, I didn't rush to make money, on the contrary, I played nice and slow, letting my friends complete the game before me.

Dear Guild Wars Santa
life hasnt been easy for me since the searing .... i am now getting back to a normal life, i have enroled in a ascalonian recon ranger resistance force with fellow countryman Aiden. I have been very loyal to my king by extermanateing all char that have passed the great northern wall, i have also been a great help to my fellow {TTM} guild members, i have also been helping new guildwars players advance through the game by giving them FREE help in doing some of the missions, but what really burns me is that ... im earning my money by killing stuff and i have 500g a piece armour and my freinds take the easy option and buy their money off e bay and have 15k armour , if you give me a present and put it towards new amrour for me , it will provve that good things come to those who wait , if you do this for me ,anyone giving you trouble i will make sure that they will take an EXTREMELY long dirt nap,

Keep it real santa ,

from your little extreme char killing samaritan

IGN:Mind if i own you

disclaimer: its been a long while since ive beaten the game, so (specifically, the part with glint) it is not verbatim, but then again, maybe its better without it. And i know its a bit of a sad touch, but i like it... and yes, i know the point of view and tense tends to switch around, but im not a professional writer (nor much of a writer in my own opinion). incidentally enough, i have not beaten the game with the character in this story.



The Last Christmas

As the sun befalls the desert, a harsh wind picks up the sand and covers the lone traveler’s footprints. She pulls the cloak closer to herself as she braves the winds to find refuge.
For several long, dry weeks she has been on this journey, forsaking contact and help to find herself. Countless years has she done this, always the same time, but never to the same place. She comes to find herself, away from the hungry, the dying, the sick, and the wounded. It was the one time, she thinks, that she should get to herself.
But this time is different, the years have dragged on, and she is no longer the youth she was. As every hour passes she recounts the trials and times she had been through, the happy moments, and the sad. She remembers seeing the dying, those her powers could no longer help. She could only hope they found their way through the swirling mists and found eternal rest.
“Hurry! The Charr are almost on us! We must warn the captain!”
Her legs were about to give, but she couldn’t stop running, they had spotted the charr just outside some ruins. They needed to warn them, because if they didn’t, Ascalon would surely fall.
They were almost there, the Wall was so close, and yet so far…
Her foot slips, and her leg pains her again, forever reminding her how close she came to death that day. She gets back up and continues on her way, going as far as she can, for she knows that she will not be returning this year.
She felt the rumbling beneath her feet, she heard the clanging of steel behind her. It was Prince Rurik, staving off the dwarves while they got through the Frost Gate.
BOOM!
“What was that?” yelled one of the caravan members.
Abyssus looked behind her to see white, the white of snow moving at incredible speeds down a slope. An avalanche. Only then did she see where it was headed, right to Rurik!
“RURIK!” Her voice resounded off every cliff. “NOOO!”
“You can’t help me, get them through the gate and let them lead a new life”
“But… you need he-“
“NO. Go now, before more come”
She was turning away again. No, this was different. This time it was her choice to turn her back. She had done all she could, and then some. She could not remember how many lives she saved, or how many she could not save. But they continue to haunt her.
She shakes off the chill, pulls the cloak tighter and continues on her journey.
“Councilor Markis? But why?”
Her guess was as good as the others. But to be betrayed from the inside was not something she took kindly. If she ever saw Markis again…
Fire burned behind her eyes, the thought of leaving another home again tore at her.
“Abyssus? Whats wrong? You’ve got that look in your eyes.”
“Oh, its nothing, just thinking about what is to come for us, what lies ahead.”
She could tell they didn’t believe her, but they didn’t press it, and she was glad, she wasn’t sure she wanted to tell them, not now at least.
She never did get over that, but she didn’t let it get in her way. She stops for a moment to reflect on it, on what would possess a man or betray those who he held dearly to himself. What power there must be to convince someone to utterly forsake that which is held closest to his heart.
The dragon was huge! She had never seen such a big creature before, and how… how majestic it looked. It couldn’t be explained in words, you had to look upon her to know.
“Ssso, you have come.”
“Uhh, yes, we have come to see you Glint”
“As I have foreseen, As I have foreseen everything.”
Such beauty she wished she could see again in her life, but she doubted anything could compare to that. And such knowledge! To be able to foresee things.
But then it occurs to her that maybe it wasn’t such a great thing, to have knowledge of such wars, of such killing and despair, how it must pain her to look upon such things and know she could do nothing. Such a great gift Glint had, and yet, such a curse it is, ever to haunt her.
They all stood still and looked upon the dead lich and knew that they had averted doom. No one cheered, no one spoke, for it was a solemn silence. They had been through trying times together, and they had pulled through. Many scars had they suffered, many men did they see die, and many more had they killed. After all that, how can one cheer and be happy? Maybe the peasants would cheer, but we would not. We, who are tired, battle weary, and scarred would not cheer. Instead, we would look each other in the eye, and we would know that we did our best, against all odds and good prevailed. We would see the people that died for the cause and mourn for them. That would be our silent cheer.
She looks towards the sky and suddenly, something happens. She could never explain what it was exactly, but she knew that she has finally come to peace with her inner demons. She has laid to rest the dead that haunt her, for she knows that she did all she could. That those dead men did not die in vain. That she used her powers to the best of her abilities. She pushed herself beyond what was asked for her, and thus, gained a reward greater then she could have imagined. She has finally come to peace with the world, and her life. And that was the greatest gift she could ever receive. For on this Christmas Eve, she smiles and looks upon the heavens and falls asleep, never to wake again, knowing that she is at peace.

Dear Guild Wars Santa,

I have done many things good this year, for others. I have helped out random people with many request such as healping with various missions, and also power leveling random people from level 6 to level 20 for free ( he was suppose to pay me 20k but the guy ripped me off). One day when i was hunting Char, and stone summit, my pet Beast Mocha, a stong looking wolf started chasing some reign deer. I chased after him all the way into a troll cave. We were cornered. We had no where to go, and all i wanted to go was save my pet... so i attacked. i fought as hard as i could... i defeated them all expept for one the boss.... I was badly injured and so with my final breath, or (so i thought) i threw my chaos axe at the finnal troll... and it missed! The troll came at me.. i was helpless... Then the one who i was trying to save (my pet) Jumped on the troll and then was thrown off. We were both about to die.. Then i heard the sound of Jingle Bells... I looked up and saw you... There you were flying over head.. Your sound stuned the troll for a couple of seconds.. While i took out anouther weapon and i stabbed the troll and we survived once and for all. So thank you for saving my pet, and my life... Although the medical bill was high.. That is why we need your money to help people like us who almost were killed pay the doctor...

Sincerly,
Warrior Rye- Monk Rye- and our per Beast Mocha
Have a merry christmas! and thank you

Dear Guild Wars Santa...

I am writing to you to firstly to greet you with warm winterly cheeriness, for it is a long time since I last wrote to you. But this time, I have more to say.
I wish to explain to you my story in this world, the things I have been through, and my current situation. I wish to explain the reasons why I still continue to adventure, being rather tired as an adventurer.
My name, as you know, is Symeon Aethril, but I have never told you my real story. Neither have I told any other some parts of it. Here I go, and I will write it as formally, truthfully, and warmly as I can.

I was born the second son of a fairly...normal family that lived in Lion's Arch. As a child, I practiced fighting with father and my four brothers, and had lessons with a well-known tutor in Lion's Arch named Gilin, along with many other children.
As I came into being a teenager I became more and more interested in fighting with the axe. Father took me and my brothers on fighting expeditions outside Lion's Arch, and he even took us once to the Competition Arenas on the island south of Lion's Arch, to watch him fight. After I reached 18, I was allowed to train along with my older brother Kayriste in the Lionguard Barracks. I...somewhat quickly rose into the Lionguard ranks, becoming known as Symeon 'Axewielder'. However, I served under the shadow of the White Mantle, who my family and many others detested.
Us Lionguard were treated badly by the Mantle. At about 25, I married a woman named Elina, and...we had a son. My son, we assumed because of my following of Balthazar-Melandru (the joint god of war and nature), had the mark of that combination on his neck. The Mantle found out, and brutally seized my dear Elina and the baby. They were taken away and I knew that soon the Mantle would turn to me, for the Lionguard were forbidden to worship other gods.
Shortly afterwards, when I heard of the adventure from Ascalon, I joined it secretly as they passed through Lion's Arch towards D'Alessio coast. Thus, I became involved in an adventure that took me west. It was at the Bloodstone, in the Maguuma Jungle, that I had a horror that has really...affected me for the rest of my life. Among the executed was my own beloved wife, and I witnessed her death. I assumed the baby was killed elsewhere, but I hate to think of these terrible things.
So, I trudged on in a kind of half-existance throughout the adventure, until I ascended in the desert. When I did this, it was as if I found a new born light inside me. I still had that old sadness, but had found a way to carry on. I finished the adventure in the Ring of Fire, bringing down the evil Lich. I did the Titan Quests, and ventured into Sorrow's Furnace, the Underworld and the Fissure of Woe. I completed many adventures, and soon, too, even though I am again, will hopefully take part in the great adventure to Cantha.
For now, I am indeed a tired adventurer, but continue on through my love of this world.

As far as how I fight is concerned, I fight by the power of Balthazar-Melandru. It is the combination of the soldier and natural beauty, war and peace, opposition and love, male and female, the war torn land and the beautiful natural environment, that make Balthazar-Melandru my God. I fight with the axe, using many skills, but I harness my devotion to nature in evoking Tiger's Fury, and being careful and respectful to the environment I fight in, and to those innocents I see among the enemy. I have great experience fighting like this from throughout my adventures and from arena battles.

I have friends who experienced the adventure from Ascalon, but it was really when I joined it at D'Alessio that I really opened myself up to the world. I learnt many things, and went through many victories. The adventure was, although with some setbacks, a great one, and I still occasionally join with my friends to make those adventures from the Temples of Ages to the other worlds, and of course Sorrow's Furnace.

The world of Tyria really is flowing on like a river, but not smoothly. Things change, and things meander around. There are some bad things in Tyria, and with a more cheery note now I will give some of them.
- Some of the adventurers tend to disregard each other. A certain term 'noob' is often used by those who belive another to be unintelligent, selfish, and not knowing much. Some adventurers have risen so high that they think themselves to be better than their own companions that they went with from the beginning. I thoroughly detest these attitudes.
- Disregard for certain professions, mostly in playing versus un-humans. They have their ways, but namely, Necromancers, Rangers and Mesmers are viewed as the lower classes amongst many. Monks are the top priority, being required to keep groups alive, and so always sought. The warrior is the head, the seeker of the monk, the most common class and the class that think they rule the others. Elementalists then follow, for their great damage and assistance to a party is hailed. And then, we have the others. Necromancers can be more powerful than any, with their minions, blood and curses powers, etc. Mesmers are highly regarded in player vs player battles, for their huge power to control, take away, and backfire other's powers. And finally rangers. They can be highly damaging with certain bow combinations, and their pets can 'own'. And almost most importantly, they have their traps. However, these last three classes are generally disregarded compared to the others in the main adventure and I do not like this.
- Equally, some professions go through bad things. Particuarly monks, as it their 'job' to keep others alive, so they get blamed for things, and tossed about like objects. And then, when people form parties, they beg for monks.
- Exploiters. People who simply are greedy and seek to make money. They go to these 'noobs', and take from them, then gain from it. They exploit easy things for great gain. If anyone is the 'noob', it is them. And I am not talking about 'farmers'. 'Farmers' make effort to gain, and it is a job well done to 'farm', I say.
- A few other things.

Things I love about Tyria:
-the great adventure
- the continual flow, the continual will to do something in this great world
- the immense beauty of the world
- whoever created it, they certainly did a great job.
- the adventurers. All of them. Apart from a few things, they're all great. I have many friends, and many thanks to give to those I have fought with.
- things changing. Things such as the economy, and new places to explore, are changing. That's a good thing.
- many, many things, if I described them all I would fall asleep first!

And it is the good reasons, that are why I keep playing.

If you read through all of this, I thank you. I meant to get my story out to someone.
And so, Santa, I wish you a merry Christmas/Winter Festival, season's blessings, and I hope to see you, along with everybody else, in Tyria in the festival! And bring me some nice things!
Hi Ho for now!
-Oh and Santa, if you could just randomly shout from the sky so that all of Tyria can hear, 'SYMEON SAYS HO HO HO MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL, AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!' that would be great. Cheers.

Dear Santa,

I'm sure you have received tons of letters from the many heros of Tyria. I'm also quite certain of the many have already told you how they saved Tyria by beating back the Char or giving the Stone Summit a piece of their mind. I on the other hand, want to tell you know about the smaller things that I've done to make life a little better. Original from Ascalon, you knew these people were doomed. Things were always getting lost regardless of how important they were.

Before Ascalon was toasted by the Char, I came across a little girl whosomehow lost her flute among a nest of River Scales. Now...what kind of parents let their children go play in a river infested with dangerous monsters? Regardless of this, I went to retrieve the flute only to find it in two pieces. Of course I couldn't return it to the girl that way so I replaced it. So guess how she shows her gratitude? Every time she sees me she chases me around and heals all the monsters I'm trying to protect people from, and she laughs about it! All I could think to myself was if she was the future of Ascalon...these people are doomed. Of course she wasn't the only one who had issues. Some woman had me go whack a bull because it was in her trouncing in her favorite pool, no idea why I couldn't just move it. It happened to be a local farmers bull and I ended up being the one that had to replace it! So I ask the farmer what kind of pet he wants as compensation and the guy tells me to get him a gigantic scorpion thing with two stingers. I'm sure you know what I was thinking. The worst of all was a fellow named Aidan. The guy wanders off into some obscure part of the country and leaves his horn at his girlfriends place. She tells me it needs to be cleaned and returned. Of course he didn't want it to be just "cleaned" he needed it "cleansed". The regular water that everyone used was not good enough. He needed water from a "special" spring. I got the last laugh on that one though. I took it to a river where I knew a bunch of river scales lived, so you can imagine how "clean" that water was. Gave him the horn and he didn't even notice. I know that was a bit naughty, but I definitely did more than my share to try and save these people who were doomed from the start. I didn't even tell you about the times I had to chase pigs for this farmer, so I'll spare you that story.

So...yes these people had their homes blow to bits and yes they were people that were engineering their own destruction, but I took the time to help them do all the little things that make them happy. When the people of Ascalon lost everything, heroes from all over Tyria stepped in to help them resettle. Funny how the Prince suggested to go through an army of dwarves just to end up settling near more dangerous monsters and zombies. Regardless of what happened though, I think it's most important to remember that in the end it's the little things that matter most. I'm happy I was able to do my part.

Sincerely,

The Mesmerizer (aka The Big Ham)

P.S. Chasing pigs...I did that three times!

Dear Santa,
Compared to lots of other people in there opinion i have done very little, whereas some people will play the game for some people by 'helping' them with quests and missions i will only help a random person once per day. This will let them progress in the game themselves and let them enjoy it themselves. I will always give away lots of weapons that are no use to my for there value. This way people think tht i am a noob and that they have done the job themselves. The wore thing that has ever happened to me on this game appened this morning i came on to my greet my guild to find the message 'i am osirus blackscawn and i have ruined ur guild' he was right he had deleted 50 odd members. At this point in the game i was the richest i had ever been and had a total 6k. However this son depleted as i reinvited every single member . I was left with 1.2k. I am not asking for 100k as that would be selfish but i would bearly like the money that an evil boy took off me. Finnaly if u gave me this mney i would use it to booost our guild s r8ing which is on 10,116 at the moment due to the lack odf monks. Thank you for reading this urs sincerely

Peter Weston
[email protected]

Yes, Santa, I know you've been playing incognito as an oversized henchie just to check up on me. Might I say that stretched metal looks fetching on you! And as you can see, I've been EXCEPTIONALLY good this year. As a monk, I healed those annoying sword-wielding, tanking elementals. Let's not forget heals I threw the henches way when Alesia fell down on the job. Remember Thirsty River? You almost bit the dust there, Santa. That wasnt Alesia that tossed a Word of Healing your way. That's right -- who loves ya Santa?!

As a tank I -- well let's admit it. I suck as a tank. All I want for christmas are eyebrows. I swear to you, I'll NEVER fart on my fiery dragon sword again. If you'll just bring me some eyebrows, I promise, I'll stick to running, not fighting.

As a necro I bit my tongue everytime someone offered to tell me how to be a proper minion master or cast spinal shivers on Yakslapper or arcane echo a spiteful spirit or not heal me after they begged for a Blood is Power or .... welll, seems there's a lot of non-necros who know how to play a necro.

On top of all this, I ran all kinds of strangers to various towns, helped one get Droks armor and gave my ecto to a freind in need, even though I was saving for FoW armor myself. I GAVE ECTO SANTA! FOR THE LOVE OF TYRIA WHAT MORE DO YOU WANT? Oh yea, what am I thinking? Here's ya a Dunkin Donut. I know you love those things.

Love,
Methadone Hero
aka Hollywood Vampire

Dear GW Santa,
Hello again. It's that time of year, eh? My name is Punjab Prince, and I'm a half-Hindu half-Christian hybrid. So I guess I'm a Chindu...or a Hindtian... I'm still elidgeable, right?

Anyway, I just wanted to tell you that I have been very good this year. From giving a very poor...er...non-economically inclined... guild member of mine a rare max damage Chaos Axe (Brownie Points ) to helping countless new members with the basics of the game, I have been the best little elf. I would also like to take this chance to thank Racthoh Demini for making it so that I will almost never go poor with his farming builds. I have also donated much of my money to younger players...perhaps too much, because otherwise I wouldn't be typing this letter. If you could find it in your heart to help a poor Chindu/Hindtian (where have I heard about poor Indians before...?), I would very much appreciate it.

Your hybrid friend,
Punjab Prince

Dear GW Santa,
Undoubtedly, we all have faced sins in our lives. However, these very sins are limited to each and everyone of us. In other words, some people have done more sins while others less. So I must confess, I by the name of Nike Airforceone have attempted to scam others for my own well being and greed. Although I did not successfully scam them due to inadequate skills, I have gotten a grip on my conscience. I know what I have done wrong. I have tried to use the very essence of deceit which have been driving Guild Wars to corruption and disputes. Yet, I have done many other good things. To compensate my sins or naughtiness, I made many player's lives a happier place. To begin it off, I had offered many free runs to those who wish acess to a new territory. I did not accept any donations, for I know of their pockets. Then, I gave several of my gold drops to new players because I felt they were useless to me even though money was still in my mind. In addition, I gave advice to those who seek my knowledge. Also, I helped players with their missions who desparately need a monk like me or my other char that is a ranger. In true honesty, Santa, I have not appealed to you in this letter by pity but real accounts within Guild Wars. Though I have faced sins, I truly feel that my essential goodness overwhelms the evil wills I have caused. Ultimately, I feel I should be chosen to participate to be on the good list even though I would rather be preferred on the bad list. It is up to you to decide, for better or worse. Merry Christmas!


Signed, Nike Airforceone

Dear Guild Wars Santa,
I recently have stopped playing Guild Wars for a few months due to my activities helping young children, helping out the unfortunate that could not celebrate a true Christmas, in fact I have given some kids Guild Wars so that they can at least celebrate a Guild Wars Christmas.

I am not a rich Guild Wars player like many others so this gold will really help me out. And because it is the Christmas holiday, I will share the gold with friends of mine that play Guild Wars.

I hope I receive at least some gold so that many others can share the gold with me.

With Great Love,

Sed Vicious

Wait why am I making case as to "how good I was" to you? Isn't giving the whole spirit of this holiday, so what does it matter how I acted the previous year?
I've already taken this up with my parents, god rest their souls; as I don't appreciate having my young innocence taken advantage of in an attempt to make their lives easier by telling me I had to behave a certain way or else be left off "Santas" christmas list. Once I realize how much of my childhood pleasure had been snuffed out due to this ruse I was forced to snuff out those who let the lie linger.
Besides, isn't it a little vain for everyone to tell you how good they were or think they were and isn't that 1 of the deadly sins?

Based on that I ask you to question those who've been in my company over the last year, do THEY believe I've been good or do they think I've been naughty. Ask all those lost souls who without my help might have chosen to attack that mursaat patrol passing by the cave exit in Ice Caves mission, or who might have chosen to listen to the Vizer's warning about attacking the front door at the Ring of Fire opting instead to suffer the added time and punishment by going over the volcano or the countless times directing the clueless as to how best to defend King Ironhammer at Thunderhead Keep.

Let them be the judges, as you were snuggling up to Mrs. Claus all year and have no clue as to the goodness done by us all.

...here's a cookie.

Bedside Manner

Dear Guild Wars Santa,

Akhilleus says you're 'fake', but I know you're real. As a matter of fact, I'm afraid to give this letter to Akhilleus with fears that you, Santa, may never receive my letter.

I know you're real because this one time while cruisin' the SSP (southern shiverpeaks), I saw your sleigh fly through the air with Charr pulling it. I remember the happy gleam in your eye as you whipped the crap out of those Charr. You reminded me of that happy-go-lucky Evil Robot Santa from Futurama.

And there was this other time when I was helping people in pre-searing, and I heard a cladder. I was like, 'WTF?' and my teammate was like, 'STFU!' I was like, 'OMG!!!1! itz t3h Santa masta!!!' and then you jumped out from behind a tree a like totally ninja sniped my teammate with a candy cane! I actually didnt see you, but the candy cane, and pee that was left on the tree that smelt like egg nog made me believe it was you.

Anyways, For Christmas I only want one thing - a talking Lions Arch Frog! That frog there is sssooooo cool, that I wish I had one for a pet. I could train it to spread rumors through out the land of Tyria and totally get the community hyped!!

Thanks 'real' Guild Wars Santa! Next time you swing through the SSP, how 'bout helping me out and dropping a few gold items.

I'll apologise for this in advance, it seems like a good idea, but it is 12:50 AM.
Not even sure it fits the requirement, but there we go, any way here's my version of:

The Night Before Christmas (in Ascalon)

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through Tyria
Not a creature was stirring, not even a charr;
The stockings were hung by the traders with care,
In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there;
The players were nestled all snug in their beds,
While visions of slaughter danced in their heads;
And Adelbern in castle and Rurik in snowcap,
Had just settled down for a long winter's nap,
When out of the lowlands there arose such a clatter,
All sprang from the bed to see what was the matter.
IWAY to the window we flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters ready to smash and bash.
The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow
Gave the lustre of mid-day to objects below,
When, what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a miniature sleigh, and eight tiny reindeer,
With a little old driver, so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment it must be St. Nick.
More rapid than stormcallers his coursers they came,
And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name;
"Now, Ranger! now, Warrior! now, Prancer and Vixen!
On, Zealot! on Cupid! on, Mesmer and Ettin!
To the top of the hill! to the top of the wall!
Now dash away! dash away! dash away all!"

Dear Santa,

My story begins in Pre-sear when I was wondering around in Ascalon Dist 3 I heard a little NewB saying Hi to the npcs walking around! Ofcorse at first I thought it was a joke and laughed but the poor lil guy didnt know why I was laughing at him... It was then that i realised that he was new to the game so I added him to my party and took him outside. ofcorse he was amazed at first to have been teleported randomly but I quickly told him that it was because I left and since he was in the party if I zoned he would too. I then introduced myself and told him that i was going to teach him how to play he was delighted to have finally found someone to help him. Apparently he had been trying to get someone to help but everyone just ignored him (probably because he was talking to the npcs). So for the next 6 hours I took him through every little aspect of guild wars. I showed him how to use skills, emotes and took him through all of the different classes you could have (showed him the pros and cons if each etc...) afterwards we had both reached level 6 and were ready to sear so i took him through the searing process (got our asses handed to us by a lvl 3 ranger and 3 henchies but he was ok) and we did the first mission with ease. Afterwards when we got to ascalon I paid for his first set of amour and brought him a nice weapon for his monk. Its been a week since then and we have made it to yaks bend. Hes gotten used to the game and is already starting on a necromancer. Anyway thats my story and I hope I have been good enough for some pressies

Dear Santa,

I am at a lost, i have no clue where to get me some monsterous items. My guild wars parents died way back in an ice storm on our journey to the shiverpeaks so i have not gotten any presents ever. I would really really really appreciate some monsterous items (claws, fangs, or eyes) for Christmas this year. I really love you Santa and would forever remember. PLEASE SANTA.

Love,
Acherulis Maximus,
White Wirlver, and
Molly Macha Wirlver

Dear Santa,

You are a bitch ass ni***. I heard you upped the mall security. Thatz a bitch move Santa. I'm comin for dat ass. You goin pay what you owe!

- The Santa Stalker



(no offence, a joke from "boondocks" on adult swim)

Dear GW Santa, here's a poem for u to read. It goes to the tune of "'Twas the Night Before Christmas"

Twas the night before Christmas and all thru Ascalon City,
Not a character was stirring except for a girl nuker made just so lonely Bob could stare at her titties.

Her body was hung with skimpy "armor" and her hair,
Was done up in a bun, not that horny Bob noticed or cared.

Bob watched her /dance, and dyed her new armor red,
While scandalous fantasies played out in his head.

In his feverish mind, the nuker lay down to nap,
But he heard footsteps in the hall and said to himself "Oh, crap."

When suddenly he heard a pitter-patter,
On his door and he jumped with a horrible clatter.

alt f4 alt f4 his hands moved like a flash.
If caught watching this his cheeks would redden like a rash.

"You sure you don't need anything at the store? 'Cause I'm about to go."
"Mom my Christmas shopping's done, I already told you no."

Oh boy that one was a little too near,
So Bob closed the program and grabbed himself a beer.

When finished he reopened Guild Wars with a click,
And saw an armorless W/Mo named "Eye Candy Nick."

If anything could be assumed from such an outrageous name,
The girl of his dreams must be playing this game!

He worked up his courage as Bob surely was fixin',
To start up a chat with this fabulous vixen.

Finally he thought "Ok, no more time to stall,"
And typed in "hey there" and he gave her a call!

Seconds later there came a response of "whoa. hi"
"i didn't expect anybody here. o my"

Bob said "i see 'nick' is quite attractive to u.
well, i like to stare at my characters, too"

and into bob's mind came an idea, *poof*
"To make her believe how I feel I'll need proof."

He had the perfect present, all packaged and bound,
A 15>50 sickle, from a slain hellhound.

All that dull farming about to go kaput,
If she didn't like it he'd kick something w/ his foot.

He didn't expect her to trade something back,
But she produced a Fleshcleaver from within her backpack.

"Oh man, what luck, wait'll I tell Larry.
This Christmas is one that truly is merry."

Could his soul mate really be controlling Nick, the warrior/man-ho?
They moved their meeting to Droks, 'midst all the snow.

Being in town their weapons were sheathed,
While they ran around, imagining the forge decked with wreaths.

She asked him his name, and his knees shook like jelly.
He told her "im bob" and she said "cool, im shelly"

What better present could be made by an elf?
Than to no longer play Guild Wars alone, by himself?

It would be great to play with a good pal instead,
But alas, it was late, and they left for their beds.

Bob congratulated himself, and got up with a smirk,
When he heard a jingling, and turned 'round with a jerk.

To the glass of his window he then pressed his nose,
And saw a man in a sleigh, in an outfit of rose

Slowly bob let out an unbelieving whistle,
"maybe this has something to do with me finding that sex-pistol"

And as he flew off, and turned out of sight,
Bob heard "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!"

if u dont like the poem, and u think i've been bad, i wouldn't mind some lumps of charcoal, or spiritwood switches

Dear Santa Clause

I have been a very good boy this year, and I know you know that! I recently started playing this game around may and well needless to say, I have been the victim of some cruel jokes played on the noob that I was. But none the less, I was persistant in getting my friends to join the game also, I try to help out new players as much as I can now by giving them free stuff to further their Guild wars experience! I like to take them under my wing and train them to be better players and treat them unlike I was treated by others when I started this game! But the real reason I would love to be rewarded this money, if not for my good kind heartedness, than for my best guildwars friend. He has recently had a rough time and uses guildwars as an escape from family problems I will not disclose to a public forum but, I would LOVE to brighten up his life, if only for a day, with a great christmas gift using this 100k!

Thank you Santa,
Sincerely, Hybrid Archer

GW NAMES: Hybrid Archer, Lord Hybrid Evil

Dear Santa,

Well I guess I'm here for a Christmas wish. I don't wanna lie, cus that would just be counter-productive, so I'm gonna tell you the flat out truth. Without any money, I would have to kill myself with a coathanger. Recently my entire family was eatin by sharks in a very rare accident at the aquarium, in which the glass broke and the sharks had just enough oxygen to eat them. The only survivor was Grandpa Rick, who when the ambulance was taking him to the hospital, drove off a cliff into a bay, where the entire vehicle was coincedentally eaten by sharks. Well this was all very disheartening, considering I have always been traumatized by sharks, after having both legs chewed off by Great White's, then my prosthetics also gnawed off by yet another shark. Nothing held me back from the seas, I loved them. Back to Guild Wars, which I might add, is the greatest game ever, I need this money. I owe my friend 100k for buying a dank Fellblade, and using his money (which he so kindly lent me) and I absolutely have to pay him back, cus I feel bad enough as it is. I was gonna ask my mom for money, to buy 100k off ebay, but of course, the shark got her... and I just don't wanna bring that up, it brings tears to my eyes. Well guys, I hope you can find it in your good hearts, to aid a solitary boy, in need of monetary assistance. I wish you a merry Christmas, and I add, Damn the sharks, damn them all

Yours Truly,
Toast Man (Toast Ninja) ---- those 2 are my in game name

p.s. shark repellent is a fraud, trust me it doesn't work... at all... nor do shark rockets

Dear Santa.

First of all i am not going to write some bs about how i helped people, because i am sure everyone here has helped people Anyways this Christmas season reminds me alot about an occurence that happend to me while i was on my Monk.
It was a very snowy day in the Southern Shiverpeaks. My monk was gliding through Droknars Forge thinking of something to do. It was extremely cold and my monk was not feeling the best.It was almost Christmas, but he was feeling terrible; what a great christmas gift he thought. He had sold his 15k Wanderers Armor to try and buy a FoW Armor, but to his luck, he was a little short. He was 100k short of the complete fow set. But since he did not have his armor, he was building up a cold. He could heal a weak Necromancer from getting Executioner Striked, but could not heal his growing cold. His cold got worse and worse and on Christmas day he realized that this cold was becoming to get fatal. He was crouching next to Vanyi trying to stay warm. His time was going to end soon, but he kept his spirits high by singing Christmas Carols. To his suprise, a freindly elementalist came over. She saw his trouble and casted a Level 1 Inciniary Bond around the monk. She kept him warm through the harsh blizzard. For 17 days she kept the monk alive until finally the storm died down. The Monk thanked her and helped her with the Ice Caves of Sorrow quest.
As you can see, my monk almost died because he was exposed to such harsh conditions. In the joy of the Christmas Season, donate some gold to my Monk so he could buy his FoW armor and stay warm. You never know, he might heal you in the future.

Dear Santa,

I know you are expecting me to begin this letter by telling you how very good I have been this year. By my own actions, I am uncertain myself whether I would be considered to have been "good" or "bad" in the past twelve months. I will let you be the judge of that.

In my defense, it's been hard on us all since the Searing. Life was once so quiet and peaceful in Ashford. If you had told me then that in a few short years, I would find myself standing over the dead bodies of my foes, I would not have believed you.

As you know, I am the eldest of three girls in my family. It was in peacetime that I was sent as a child to the Abbey to study the healing arts under the Ashford monks. So long ago that seems. Since then, so much has changed. Every person I meet seems to be dealing with the tragedy in their own way. Even in my own family I have seen it.

My sister Karina's farm, husband and young son were destroyed by the Charr. I never thought it possible of her that she might fight, she being such a delicate little thing, but she could not rest when everything she had loved was taken from her. She raised a sword and now screams a battlecry, drawing strength from the thought of avenging the death of her late husband. I can only hope she finds peace within herself, and that one day she might lay down her sword and direct a plow once more.

My other sister Riana found war a bountiful opportunity to make money: either by lending her bow in battle and working as a mercenary, or by buying and selling much-needed supplies to our troops. What selfish goals she has. I have tried to get her to confess her sins and renounce her ways, but greed consumes her. I do not blame her, though, for I believe her behavior is simply a different way of hiding the suffering we all share.

My cousins Kayne and Ariana are spellcasters. Though they are twins, the two have rather different ways of going about things. Ariana, I am ashamed to say, was a rather spoiled girl, and though she is grown you can still see that she expects everyone to bow before her. She flings fireballs and meteors at the enemy, never once stopping to think that they might retaliate.

Fortunately, Kayne keeps an eye out for his twin sister. Adept in manipulating magic, he turns the strength of the enemies back upon themselves. It is amazing to watch him work. Like a martial arts master, he deflects attacks and redirects the enemy's force to his advantage. It is like watching him dance when he fights, beautiful and seemingly effortless.

What do they fight for? I don't rightly know. Their parents were lost in the Searing, like so many were. Perhaps they fight for justice. Perhaps they do it simply because they know it is what needs to be done.

The twins' younger sister Tashara did not fare so well. After her parents were killed, she shrunk within herself would not eat for days. Kayne and Ariana tried to cheer her up, but she merely stared blankly, neither happy nor sad. Finally Ariana threw her hands up in disgust and stormed off, unwilling to waste more of her precious time trying to coax the girl out of her shell.

Kayne, however, sat down with his little sister and spent as many hours as he could with her. He talked to Tashara (though she never answered), told her stories, read books aloud to her. It seemed hopeless. The young girl refused to come out of her numb state, but Kayne persisted. One day he was reading an arcane textbook to her, and Tashara's eyes flickered with recognition to him.

An avalanche occurred, and Tashara soaked up every bit of magical knowledge that she could. Kayne was delighted to teach her. His little sister started regaining color in her cheeks and she even smiled now and again.

As you might have guessed, it ended tragically. Too late, Kayne discovered why it was that the girl wanted to learn so much about the intricacies of how spells afftected a person. He raced out to the graveyard a moment too late and beheld what he feared: Tashara had raised the bodies of their dead parents and was reanimating them with what she thought was life.

You can imagine her elation, then shock, horror and sorrow all in a few brief moments, when she saw her parents alive again and then realized that although their bodies were moving, their souls had long since passed on. The form of her mother lashed out at Tashara, leaving a long scar along her face. Kayne leaped forward and struck the life from the zombies, laying the decaying corpses back where they belonged. Tashara screamed with rage and flung herself at him, lashing out blindly. Kayne grabbed her and held her tightly as she furiously beat his chest with her fists. Tashara's shouts of anger died down to moans of despair, then she buried her face in Kayne's tunic as she clung to her brother and cried.

What I would not give to help my sisters and my cousins. Sadly, my healing powers only mend the body, not the heart.

Enough about my family. Let me tell you of how I have fared.

After the Searing, Ashford Abbey soon became overrun with not only wounded, but also those poor souls who were driven mad by combat and loss. I tended to them as well as I could, but it quickly became apparent to me that my place was not cloistered and hidden behind closed doors, but outside in the field where the battles raged. I said farewells to my mentors and left the madhouse behind.

The work turned out to be much more difficult than I had at first anticipated. In the beginning, I was healing minor things like muscle tears and blistered feet as our forces marched to meet our enemies. Soon I found myself knitting gaping wounds and purging poison mid-battle, only to have some new ailment afflict my comrades just as soon as I healed the last. A seemingly endless stream of wounds needed tending to, even after the battles themselves were over. My strength sapped, I would collapse on the hard earth each evening and sleep straight until roused the next morning to march on.

I recall one battle that lasted well into the night. I was so limp with fatigue that even though I saw the sword that was heading straight for an axe-wielder's gut, I did not raise my hand to stop it. As if in slow motion, I watched as the sword pierced the warrior's armor and dealt a fatal blow.

I stumbled to the fallen man, tripping over a body (friend or foe, I know not which even to this day). Crawling on my hands and knees, I reached the warrior and placed my hand upon his chest. The blood was warm, but the man was dead. I closed my eyes and whispered the incantation, feeling the energy leave my fingertips and bathe his body with a healing glow. After a few seconds that seemed like hours, he stirred. Weakly he sat up, then stood and began bellowing at me furiously for letting him get stabbed. My head spun as utter exhaustion overcame me and the world went black.

So yes, Santa, I can say I have seen much. If it were feasible, you know I would ask you to end all of the suffering and grant peace to all of Tyria. But alas, I know such is not within your power. I will not ask you to work a miracle.

However, I will ask you for perhaps a new staff with which I might better heal my friends. Even gold, if it can be spared, would mean a great deal. It takes a lot of gold to keep an army outfitted with equipment, not to mention the cost to feed them.

So please, Santa. My prayers to Dwayna and the blessings she bestows upon me might give me strength and will to press on, but blessings do not sharpen blades or keep good soles upon boots. I ask you this year for gold, with the hope that with it, we might bring an end to all the fighting.

It is my hope that next year, I will be able to tell you that your gift to me helped restore peace and beauty to Tyria.


Lady Sinaea
of the Llewyn Clan

dear gw santa:
one thing i learnt from gw is to haggle, why dont we just make a fair deal, u give me 1st place and in return i will give u 100g, those left-over cookies over there on the table next to the fireplace, and a big cup of warm SHUt UP.

yours truely,
oh my god

Dear Santa,

I'm writing to apologize again about the accident last year. I made sure to remove the flue from the chimney so you can get in the house without third degree burns. I hope Mrs Claus and all your friends at the North Pole are doing well. I've been trying to be a real good boy! I've been saying my prayers every night! Like this one:

Our Father, who 0wnz heaven, j00 r0ck!
May all 0ur base someday be belong to you!
May j00 0wn earth just like j00 0wn heaven.
Give us this day our warez, mp3z, and pr0n through a phat pipe.
And cut us some slack when we act like n00b lamerz, just as we teach n00bz when they act lame on us.
Please don't give us root access on some poor d00d'z box when we're too pissed off to think about what's right and wrong, and if you could keep the fbi off our backs, we'd appreciate it.
For j00 0wn r00t on all our b0x3s 4ever and ever, 4m3n.

Anyway, today in celebration of the Christmas spirit I gave away 50+ dyes, about 100 ales, a bunch of rare items (eternal bow, some nice monk staffs and the like) and I even gave some poor person 2k to get them on their feet. Then I helped my guildmate get her collector's armor.

Have a wonderful Christmas Santa- and don't work too hard!

Sincerely,
Sol Vie
(aka Thanato Dividicus, Champion of Althea)

Dear Santa.

I've been very good this year, and tried my hardest to make things better for everyone here in Ascalon. It's been very hard the past 2 years, and many of the people still live in tents trading their talents as crafters or selling dyes they can forage up from the dangerous creatures that now surround what was once our happy and beautiful home. Animals, and hence food, is scarce in these lands and many Ascalonians die in the now harsh enviroment. The braver of us can even witness the lost souls of these poor folk, yearning for their families and friends, wandering the lands outside the safety of the city walls.

My wish Santa, is for you to bring what happiness you can to the people of Ascalon. All they knew and loved is gone, and they need the hope and joy of beliving in something...

Melandru be with you,

Avriel Moonbow

(In the off chance I do win anything, I'd like to have the gold divided up and given out to newer players in Pre-searing or Post-searing Ascalon that need it far more than I do Thats what this season is about ne?)

Dear Santa,

Well, I dont know if you will be gettin this, what with all the other good little boys and girls out there asking for goodies under their trees, but i just wanted u to know that i sure am glad that u are out there in one shape or another watching out for the people who try to do good on a daily basis. It really is a wonderful gesture to see that u are out there watching over us in times of need, i hope u have a chance to read this. You dont have to give me anything for christmas this year, just bring my mom back, its all i really want. just want to be able to sit with her, and have a meaningful conversation about life and what i am needed to do so i dont feel so lost. Also to let me know how i am suppose to act each and every day to everyone i meet.

I know you can't do this for me Santa, but I'll take any opportunity I have to get her back the way she was...

Trying to be good

Chakra Gorn

Dear Guildwars Santa,

My in game name is Natasia Vydrina and though I am a necromancer and very good at the dark arts, I have been a very good person this year. I have done my best to help anyone and everyone, not just my guild friends. I have often went to places where people have trouble getting groups for missions just to help, even though I have done both the mission and bonus. I have stayed with groups, even when what I needed was accomplished, such as getting a new piece of armor infused, but doing the whole mission for the twelveth someodd time. I have given way many things, and not just worthless stuff. I have given away many great weapon mods.....+21-23 health staff heads, green and gold weapons, just because I thought the person was nice. When newer players that want to learn ask questions, I answer them if I'm able. Even doing such things as giving directions, explaining skills and even giving build advice, even when it gives away some of my secrets on personal builds. Last night, I even did my best to get a ranger friend of mine into a Surrows Furnance farming group. That does not sound like much, but at the moment, that can be very hard to do, even with the skills a ranger can bring with them. The truth is, even with the good I have done, I do not really need the gold being offered. True, I don't have much right now, but I have brought everything I could need. However, I have a friend that is fairly new to guildwars and I would like to help them get their Droknars armor. If do bring me a nice Guildwars Christmas present this year, I will pass it on to anouther in the form of a shiny new set of Droknars armor.

It's funny how many people want money. If I get any I'll probably give it away.

Wow I think I will buy you a staff....nice letter and I hope Santa answers your plea for all our sake

<To the tune of 'O Christmas Tree'>

Oh please pick me, oh please pick me,
I'm so poor and lonely.
Oh Fake Santa, Guild Wars Santa,
please fill me with Giftmas glee.
I've been so good, all patch long,
and even wrote you a great big song,
So please pick me, oh please pick me,
please hand me lots of money.

Oh please pick me, Oh please pick me,
If you do my friends will like me
Oh Fake Santa, Guild wars Santa,
What can I do to make you see.
They know that I'd give them anything,
and so I'll share my Christmas bling,
Oh Fake Santa, Guild Wars Santa...
help me be their piiiiiiimp.

Oh please pick me, oh please pick me,
and don't just think I'm greedy.
I need the cash to make a stash,
that I can quickly burn through.
I've lots of stuff to waste it on,
like paying necros to put their clothes back on
So please pick me, oh please pick me,
please hand me lots of money.

Oh please pick me, oh please pick me,
I'll even stop the lying.
Oh Fake Santa, Guild Wars Santa,
Truth is I'm hardly trying.

Merry Giftmas to all, and to all some sweet swag

Dear Santa,
Allow me to introduce myself before I explain the reason for my writing. My name is Lousana, servant of Dwayna as I have been since a child. Where my sisters were cast to balthazar, I chose what I still feel is the right path.
I first chose to serve both Dwayna and Grenth, using the blessings of both of the gods to aid those who must fight in the degenerating world around me. While I still revere Grenth and enjoy the moments he chooses to allow myself and my companions to aid him in his own land, in seeing the hurts of tohers not mended by the blood sacrifices and minions as well as the blesings of Dwayna, I turned to melandru's earth for aid, and after passing the trials of ascension took the path of a warder as my secondary profession.

Throughout my time on this land, I have watched my peers, and it is shocking to see how many monks choose to not heal but to fight alone gainst grenth and others, where so many people need their aid. It is my calling, and my path, and I will never resort to taking the fight alone when so many cannot do so without folk like I. Despite the incompetence and hostility I am often met with in some adventurers, I know it is the right thing to do.

I try to do the right thing, finding folks having difficulty obtaining ascension, I will assist them in the hardest part of their travels and the constant seige of Thunderhead Keep without resorting to demanding money for my aid. I will befriend any who have the will and ability to be, or become, true defenders of this land no matter what road they walk from. Many scorn the abilities of my allies; rangers, mesmers, necromancers as well as my sisters' roles of elementalism and warriors, and I often find it hard to obtain further allies when insisting on travelling with them.

I strive to be the best I can be, training hard, finding every known elite skill granted by Dwayna, and collecting items which can enhance my abilities. That way perhaps I can keep one more person alive, or teach one more person a little more of themselves.

Perhaps Santa, you will concent to listen to my requests now that I have explained my cause. I hope that I am considered to be good, but yet I do not know how you judge such matters, and there may be many more worthy than myself, who have not been able to put themselves forward enough to obtain ascension and hunt down equipment to aid them the most.

What I would like most of all Santa, is a tyria-wide training scheme, to explain to all adventurers how to work together and stay alive, it would make my job significantly easier, and perhaps stop more from falling by the wayside. But I understand it is unlikely to be possible for all of the chosen to take part.

What I would next like would be to forge a group to finally help Grenth completely. While I turned from necromancy, I still revere the god of death, and feel as if I owe him something that can finally be repayed. While I have completed many of the tasks to undo the defilement to his underwrold, there are many things left undone.

Perhaps both of those are not possible, but there are other things which I would dearly appreciate. I have long hunted the twisted mockary of healing, Brohn, but to this day have never managed to steal from him his rod or staff that gives *him his power. Gold to purchase items to aid my mission, and perhaps more importantly, to purchase supplies to help those who have not had the fortunate upbriging of Dwayna's light, and are scorned by many other adventurers. I guess Santa, I can get by, and I know so many are less fortunate than I. But if you are the emisary of Dwayna I have been led to believe, give me at least the knowledge that my work does not go unnoticed.

Lousana,
Servant of Dwayna and Melandru
Monk/Warder Elementalist

Hello Dear Santa

Thank you ahead of time for reading my letter and I would like to tell you that you are such a great guy

I have been a really good person this year santa, myself and my guild had a funday in ascalon city, I gave away over 75k in items and money and so did alot of my guildies. our guild really has transformed, and although we aren't the top guild around we are getting up there in the ranks.

I have been developing a site to help all guildwarsees out, www.guildwarsrealm.net as you may already knw I found an icey dragon sword yesterday, someone had their heart set on it so I gave it to him

If there is one thing that i really want this year though santa is my girlfriend back, lol this thread isnt for this but I only want her to realize what a mistake she has made.

Thanks a ton santa
Sniperz53
Kyle Parry

Dear GW santa,

I have been a really good monk this year. I dispensed many Band-Aids and kissed many boo-boos better (even the guy necromancers; now that takes a true healers commitment and a strong stomach to keep from hurling). I have monked thunderhead keep at least 50 times for guildies and always filled the remaining slots with PUGs. One of these PUG fellows had failed thunderhead over 50 times and upon our triumph attempted to tip me. I told him that his thanks were enough and that he surely needed his coins more than I.

My dear friend Bart Simpson Jr is also very worthy of some holiday cheer. His father and grandfather are abusive drunks, but he always shows a brave face. I believe he will break the cycle of violence in his family. Although, he is rather sadistic in his treatment of charr. But I guess everyone needs an outlet. He has been clean of absinthe since I found him in the gutters of drok forge around Halloween. He also helps fellow citizens with running when he can. He is a very decent runner thanks to his early training running from his father. But I believe it brings back painful memories for him, so I try not to request those services myself.

Now I have not spotted my old college buddy, Bullz Eye Billie, for quite some time. He dropped out of the monastery and became a sort of woodsman. I did become fond of the bear, “Gummy” that he chose as his “life partner.” Although the church and I do not agree with his life choices, they did seem happy together. I heard a rumor that he and Gummy have separated and he is now with a black widow spider. I imagine this is some sort of mid-life crisis and he will return to Gummy. We have drifted apart due to I hated going to visit him as there were always many explosive and spike devices along the way to his place. And he so hated to visit me in the city as they would make his “life partner” wait outside the city limits. I always appreciated his companionship, so if you can find him please drop something nice in his stocking for me.

Now my brother Goku Tut the Minion Master on the otherhand, you should dump some more coal on him again this year. Upon many Villany of Galrath missions that he “helps” on, he feels obliged to cause some mischief. After Galraths demise he calls the team over to check out the belt buckle on Galraths corpse, then places a few more heals on his 20-30 minions then says “good group, later guys.” Causing his minions to desecrate the unsuspecting remaining team members.

I do hope you feel me fit for a lil something in my stocking as I do need to pickup some warmer clothes. Running around in the snow with just a loin cloth does help me focus on life’s inner meaning. But dang its cold out here!

Merry Christmas to you, Mo Joe Joe Joe

I've been good, but I haven't been a fanatic about it.

I'll be the first to admit there have been problems along the way.

I remember when I got into the FOW group heading to the forgemaster. We all faithfully promised to stick around, even if it took 2 or 3 hours. After about 10 minutes I discovered that I had forgotten my ectos and shards. So I dropped out. But I did explain that a train had just hit my dog. I promise to buy a dog, or ride a train, to make up for the small lie.

Then there was the unfortunate time I sold the crystaline sword that had already been customized. I just forgot. Honest. Well, honest is probably the wrong word. Anyway, that was a shame. I hope I don't need to do it again. Ever.

I'm a changed man. I spend a lot of time now trying to make up for all my shortcomings. When I get in a group I offer advice. Constant advice. And when I see something being advertised on the trade channel that may be priced a little high, I comment about it so that others can save money.

Look I don't expect much from you Santa. Give the gold to someone else. Or, give it to me and I'll make sure that it goes to the people who need it the most. Honest.

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I have been really nice this year!
Like when I arranged a quiz-competition with 500g reward to first answer right.. many poor people won. (which I am glad for).
But after the quiz i got poor.
And that was the last day in the good old summer-holiday.
Since August, i have had max 5000 gold.
I have helped many others in mission and quests.
I actually helped a friend through all (yes all) missions. Not quests of course, because its too many of them.
I havent just been nice, but i have been very very (Very!) unlucky.
Like when i managed to sell an superior vigor rune to a marchant instead of a minor axe mastery which i also had...
And I have had many good items I found with good upgrade with also a bad upgrade on it, and I always gets the bad one when i try salvage it.
But im almost used to it. Nothing good have happened to me in a long long time..
Untill I suddenly saw this cometition on GuildWarsGuru. I saw this as my big chance.
I mean, who have 250k, and who is so nice to give it away on christmas? (Of course, there is only one person that is so nice ! Santa of course.)
I have had max 20k, but thanks to my unluck, i can never dream about having mutch money.
And where did the 20k go?
The guild leader stole it.
He said it was for the guildhall, but after he got the money, he kicked me out of the guild and probobly ignored me. This happened in July.
I actualy dont know why I am writing this letter.
With my unluck im never gonna win. =(
And just before christmas (desember the 19th) my guild (The Dragon Knights) were disbanded..
And i was just been promoted to a oficeer...
Im not doing well in school either. I fell a grade in Geografy, History, math, music, norwegian, english and gym.
But if I get any prize in this competition, ( but with my unluck, the chance is 0.01%) I will buy presants to the few friends I have in GuildWars. (which is 1, the one that I helped the game through).
Please Santa, help me make christmas happy instead of the sad poor unlucky christmas that Im very afraid I have to have.
And If I win, its not just me that gets happy, but im gonna buy a presant to my friend, and im gonna organize a new quiz which will make many people's very happy)!

From your biggest fan,
Riandir The Strong

Dear GW Santa,

I believe that I have been good this year. Some people may think not cause they're n00bs and they hate getting pwned in teh Arena by me XD. I farm a lot with our any reward, not so much as a decent drop. This Christmas I would enjoy it if I could win one of the prizes. Even if it was just 10k I would be fine with that because I it's still money that I could use in some way. Here are some ways I've been good this year:

1: I help all my guildees without regretting money or time lost

2: I have left cookies and milk for you every year of my life, and I don't plan to quit anytime soon :P

3: I try to be nice to everyone even if they are not nice to me.

4: I help my friends buy armor.

5: Bought the Guild Hall for my guild Watchers Of The Flame.

6: I recruited as many people as I could even if it may be less than 10.

7: Contribute all I can to people who desperately need money.

8: Will do all I can to get people to come to this site.

Those are the reasons why I think I deserve the 1st place prize, and because I will leave extra cookies and Milk, maybe even twizzlers when you come this Christmas!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dear Santa
you know me by many names, but at the moment its Warrior from past
this year i have been very nice, ive helped lots of low-level players in pre-seering, and been an all around nice guy. I have always though of my friendly guild-members when they need help and dont think about myself, so for this christmas i really hope than all my kindness will pay back.

Hope to see you soon

/// warrior from past

Dear Santa,

Before I start with my letter, I would like to thanks you greatly for that small but extremely valued gift left under my Fern last annum. The Dye was just what I needed to complete the colouring of my brand new Tyrian Armour. However, I will not attempt to recall all of last years accurances during my Christmas holidays as I am sure you allready know.

I will start with my current situation, beggining with the progression I have made since last Winter. I spent last Christmas with Master Nente, who was extremely kind and offered me dwelling for two nights and a Christmas delicacy prepared and cooked by Nentes wife, Penelope. Nente says he saw you fly over in your Sliegh, but you had a Moa Bird inplace of Rudolph. I am not sure of his truth telling as he would often comment on defeating armies of Charr by himself, which I figured was due to Bowshock and Wartime memories of The Battle two years ago. Look at me, babbling on yet again, I will cut the long story short. Since last Winter I have travelled West, across the Northern 'Peaks, therefore my new address is as follows, 12 Port Street, Sanctum Cay, Kryta.

Currently I am taking a break from my lifelong goal of reaching the Amnoon Oasis. I hear the fishing is good all year around, where as here at Sanctum, the Winter is the best time as schools of them migrate from the Guild Arena Islands. So, as I was saying before side-tracking yet again, I am requiring that my gift, if any, would be delivered to the given address. I feel I am worthy of another Mystigift from you as I have been very helpful to other adventurers like myself everywhere. You may have seen me pass by your home a few times while making another valued yet low cost escort to the Droknars Forge. I thaught I saw the Moa Bird myself at one point but alas when I blinked it was gone, I put that down to the natural condition, Snow Blindness, which as you may know allready from living in the 'Peaks, is caused by the sunlight.

Other services I have been offering internationally around Ascalon, Kryta and the 'Peaks include the well being of questers, the safegaurd of adventurers, and the clearing of Griffons from paths of the weak. I believe that these good deeds earns me at least one small gift from the Elven Factory, although I do not mean to say the decision isn't yours. If I may request two gifts, may it be a Rune Of Holding and a Bear Pelt? I am usually finding myself short of space on my person and am currently ending adventures prematurally just to offload goods into my Vault. Also, due to my future travels through the windy South 'Peaks, I am needing an armour change. If the bears can survive there, then so can a man in bear fur.

Before I end this letter, I would like to show you my plans for next year. During the Spring I am going to be employed by the IHS, for regular visits to Sardelic Sanitarium, as a Psychiatrist. They are overloaded with work and I am joining the staff on Boxing Days' Evening, for an end of the month meeting and to get aquainted with the Patients, Nurses and Doctors. During the summer, while the gods are smiling down upon us, I am heading towards Amnoon Oasis. If I make it intime for the Winter, then I will deliver you another letter. If I do not make it by Winter, then the chances are I will be stranded in the trecherous storms of the 'Peaks. If so, I might pay you a personal visit, along with a gift of my own for yourself, and a suprise contribution for your lovely wife and your Elven aids.

Yours sincerely,

Good Friend - Ayron

Dear Mister Winter.
This is my first letter that I am writing to you.
I know that I'm not always a good boy but over the past few weeks I really did my best. My 2 brothers are at the hospital and I try to take care over my mother now, with my 2 sisters. My oldest brother is coming home tomorrow and I hope everything is alright with him so we can celebrate Xmas with our whole family, like old times.
I would be happy if I get chosen for the small prize, because my mother is going to give us also little presents.
I also got my results from exams today: pretty good, but I'm weak at French to that could go better...
I hope to hear from you soon, Mister Winter!

Yours sincerely,
Jericho "Woutsie" May.

this contest officially ends in 5 and a half hours (midnight my time).