Akhilleus' X-mas gold give-away.

Dear guild wars Santa,
My name is Wolff the fighter. I have done many things that I am proud of and things that I am not. But mainly this week I have felt the christmas spirit so. In Lions Arch this week I have given out about 5k worth of items to a myriad of strangers tall and short. I hope that more people will give away items and follow the true chistmass spirit. Earilier this year, I give newbs discounts or free items to them becuase I remeber what it feels like to be like a newb and have terrible starters armor&weapons. I also have given free runs to various places like Ascalon-piken square, beacons perch-Lions Arch. I also have helped people on missions that I have already completed (I dont charge), I do this all for the feeling of helping out people, since it is so hard to make money in this game. I hope you choose the right person to give money to.

Dear GW Santa:

I am writing to you in hopes of recieving some of you good blessings. Over the past year I have gone out of my way to help others in the game. Whether it is giving away gold, weapons, or armor to help new and/or less fortunate players, answering questions for people, or helping them with quests and missions. I never ask for tips or charge for helping. I enjoy the feeling of knowing I helped someone. After all I was a beginer one day to.

Those that know me will tell you the same. The numerous invites to guilds based on things I have done for others is a testament to my good will and character.

Whether you see it to visit me this year or not I will coninue to do the same in the coming year simply because of my love for the game.

Yours Truly

Destinys Heart

Dear Guild Wars Santa
I have had a great year in Tyria, so my Wintersday wish is for someone else.
I can realy relate to the 1st thread, so I ask that if possible make Sir Sculkcrasher Wintersday a good one.

Best Wishes to you and Mrs Santa
Just Call Me Jimmy

I know this is a 2nd reply,
but here is my story..
My name is wolff the fighter and here is my story,

I remember the old days now. When I was very young just a child(post searing). I was young and arrogant then. I spent many hours taming wild animals and selling them to there master. I had my friends assist me to. Their was my best friend Herrioz the warrior. Tinoa the elementlist. Lastly Xvairon the healer. I was young then and didn’t know what path I would take. One day my friend Herrioz told me and other companions about a mythical place were lots of wild animals lived. I thought this was a good idea to scope out. If I knew what was going to happened that day I would of never of let my greed take over me. As the fellowship of friends and I went wandering though the village unawaring of any evil lurking around the corner a arrow whistled through the deep and darkned brush of wood. Then tall creatures jumped out of the brush and surrounded us (charr). The leader it seemed to be decapitated my best friend Herrioz. He was so young and had his whole life ahead of him, but in a blink of a eye it was all gone for him sadly. I cried then and I still cry now reminiscing about my young days. Then Tinoa and Xvairon made a fast dash through the brush. Most of the charr went after them. I saw my chance and ran as fast as I could to Ascalon. I knew then what my destiny would be. I would never let the charr get away with what happened to my friend. So then I enrolled into the army and fought for years slaying charr the vengeance.

After Searing-
I remember waking up in a broken down fountain. I saw many people around me burden with diseases, starvation, and charr. I knew something must be done.
I saw a Ad about a prince that would be moving people to kryta. I instantly thought that this was the beginning of the end of the charr threat. So then I grabbed my trustworthy bow that had served me well for the past years of war and went off. So for a year I spent moving civilians to Kryta.

It has been a year since then. Now I am a merchant traveling town-town selling items. Even though I am not enrolled into the armed forces and don’t have a sword now (not a bow). I still carry my original bow to remind my self that I am a true soldier in adversity.

Dear Santa,

OK, you didn't get me anything I asked for last year, so let's just dispense with the RED ENGINE GOing pleasantries, shall we? I've acquired a few new Necromancer skills over the past year that I think you might be interested in seeing. Then again, maybe you'd just prefer to get me what I want this year and I can reserve my Energy for the next puffy minion-to-be in a red suit that can't fulfill a simple request.

I would like, if you would be so kind, not necessarily in this order...:
A Minion-Maestro 3000 staff (w/ Force Soul-Reap, for those I can't convince to die...not that I ever have any trouble, mind you, but a girl's got to be prepared...);
A set of Bonewight 120K armor (top of the line Necromancer armor from Cantha, not this 15K Tormentor's RED ENGINE GO they try to pass off here);
A black 80Gb diePod (so I can have something to listen to besides those RED ENGINE GOing whiny monks. "BiP! BiP!" Shut the RED ENGINE GO up.), preloaded with the complete discography of the ORRfins, the best undead band in Tyria! RAWK!;
And as much real black dye as your chubby, fat RED ENGINE GO can carry (that coal you left last year, ground up and mixed with water, just didn't cut it...nice try.).

Seriously, is this so much to ask? I think not. And I think, this year, you'll agree. Won't you, Santa?

Hugs and Kisses,
Draekkena Maelificant

Dear Santa,

My in game name is Vahrn Hart. My real name is Shawn thought. I think that is what really matters.

I am one of the victims of Hurricane Katrina. I played GW before it hit and I continue to play it afterwards. I lost most of what I have. I just managed to escape with my family, my laptop, a few expensive posessions, and my life.

This game has been an outlet for everything bad that has happened in my life. I seem to have really good luck in this game compared to real life. I've never really won anything before and I hope that I might have a chance here.

I've been trying to get my citadel armor and I've spent the last few nights of my Christmas vacation trying to save up. In the end, I gave away the 15k I made to some guildies who needed to finish off their sets of Drok's armor.

Better to help someone finish something than for me to start a new set

So if you could help me out Santa and give me 100k or anything... I'd appreciate it. Thanks for everything.

- Hart

Dear Santa,

I would like to tell you a story told to me every Christmas by my grandmother. I remember fondly how every year, we would make the journey from our small village in southern Wizard’s Folly to Ascalon City. The purpose of our journey was two-fold. Partly, we made the 10 mile journey (and often through freezing rain and sleet) so that we could buy presents for friends while in the bustling city. Partly, we made the journey so we could pay our respects at Ashford Abbey on the way home. But mostly, we made our journey for the lights. Nobody was quite sure how it was done, but ever year for one week before Christmas and for one week after, the King had Ascalon City and the Northern Wall decorated fully in colorful lights, shining affirmations of the holiday spirit.
Forgive me, for I’ve become sidetracked. Though the wall in its festive glory was a sight to remember, the important part of this story is a story, one passed to me by my grandmother. The tale tells of a man who lived and died for the holidays

Born in northern Kryta, Eshha’zak lived had a childhood much like that of any farmer’s child – days spent playing in the fields while his father worked, evenings spent with his mother as she cooked dinner or taught him to read. He lived a normal childhood – but only for a mere 13 years. On a deceptively normal December morning, Eshha’zak and his parents were journeying to Yaks Bend. It was their family’s first holiday vacation, and both Eshha’zak and his parents were abnormality excited. Excited enough that the three of them had such a spring to their step that they were almost skipping. Excited enough that when they found an old locked chest that Eshha’zak’s mother managed to open by picking the lock and found a platinum piece inside, the three of them did skip. That excitement hit a bitter ending though, as Eshha’zak’s parents, walking hand in hand, stepped on a loose boulder which caused the boulder – and his parents – to tumble into a deep gorge between to frigid mountains. It was a full minute before Eshha’zak heard a faint, sickening thud. Stunned, confused, and most of all saddened by his parents’ sudden death, he half-stumbled, half-crawled the rest of the way to Yaks Bend, where he spent a cold night under a merchant’s wagon. When the wagon began rolling at dawn the next morning, Eshha’zak snuck aboard for lack of anywhere else better to go.

When the wagon train (which it turned out had belonged to a merchant who sold artisan items) arrived in Nolani, Eshha’zak enrolled himself in the academy there. Though he didn’t have much of a desire to see battles and far off lands, again, he had nowhere else to go. Throughout his time in the academy, Essha’zak learned the essential skills needed to be an adventurer – he understood tactics, he was strong, and he could effectively wield axe or hammer. But most of all, he favored the sword. Its elegance and relative subtlety appealed to him. While bashing enemies with hammer or axe was certainly powerful, he preferred dancing the blades with foes or sparring partners. Eventually, Eshha’zak left the academy because though he had learned much there, he felt neither a sense of belonging nor of purpose. He traveled to the Shiverpeak mountains, where he began battling Stone Summit dwarves. In the beginning, he fought the Stone Summit to protect travelers, merchants, and even other dwarf clans. Eventually, years with no friends but a pair of longswords – one with a purple hilt, one with a red hilt – turned Eshha’zak into a creature of hate. He battled the Stone Summit simply to see them fall. He began hating every living being in the mountains – the Stone Summit for injuring him, the travelers to. For in his mind, they were to blame for his constant battles and constant injuries.

On the first of December, 31 years ago, Eshha’zak had just finished ambushing a small Stone Summit patrol and was limping back to his cave, suffering from an injury to his right leg. While traversing an upper mountain road, he saw a family below him traveling through the mountains. They had a pair of horses pulling a covered wagon, and a little girl sat on a bench mounted in front of the wagon. She was loudly singing holiday-themed cheery songs and munching on a huge candy cane at least 2 feet long. Filled with his now-normal rage, Eshha’zak took a throwing dagger and hurled it at the girl’s innocent head. The throw was perfect – after years in the mountain, Eshha’zak knew how winds affected throws, new about timing and perceived distances in the fog. The through was perfect, and the knife arched towards the girl, who unknowingly raised the candy cane to her mouth. And as if by some unknown magic, the knife impacted with the candy cane and shattered like a fragile piece of art dropped of a cliff. The girl looked down, surprised.
“Daddy, did you drop your knife?”
Snarling, Eshha’zak drew his sword and leaped at the defenseless girl. She gasped and looked up at the frightful man drawing near frightfully fast. By instinct, she protected her face with the only thing she held – the candy cane.
Again, the weapon shattered. The sword broke into 16 pieces, each totally useless as a weapon. Surprisingly, Eshha’zak started laughing. Bellowing with mirth, he apologized profusely for his horrible judgment. Though the family was both scared and angry, they could see in his eyes that something had changed, that he had found something within himself he had thought lost.
He had found Christmas.
He remembered how as a child of about 9 years, he and his father had gone to Lion’s Arch one Christmas eve to buy a jewel for his mother, but most of all, he remembered how one bridge in Lion’s arch had been decorated in white Christmas lights.
Three years later, in the same mountain pass where he had first met the girl, Eshha’zak walked along her wagon, this time not as enemy, but as a friend. He had accompanied them through most of the Shiverpeaks and intended to go with them to Ascalon City. Ascalon City. He remembered the town from his days at the Nolani academy, for the students had made frequent visits. Though he had always felt lost, small, out of place in Ascalon City, the town for him signified the result of the soldiers and men at the Academy. It signified people living well, because others had willingly sacrificed for them.
As he walked, deep in his memories, a rhythmic sound slowly brought him to the present. The clomp-clomp-clomp of metal-soled boots on packed snow grew louder and louder. Suddenly he realized – a Stone Summit patrol was catching up with them! He grabbed for his sword, but it was to late. A Stone Summit scout had already sent an arrow flying towards the young child of his adopted family. Acting out of heart, not mind, he put himself squarely in the arrow’s path. The arrow’s impact knocked him off his feet and spun him around. Thankfully, his armor had stopped most of the damage, but he could feel a trickle of blood running down the right side of his chest. And thought ended, instinct took over. Eshha’zak used everything he had – natural surroundings, armor, shield, sword, body – to try to protect the girl and her family. At last he saw them rounding a corner, the Stone Summits he was fighting far behind. And as he laid down to die, he said a prayer to whichever divine power would listen – a prayer for Christmas. A prayer of thanks for helping him remember the goodness, a prayer for the girl, and most of all, a prayer for a wish. He was no more, but he hoped that the lights that had helped him remember would grow and grow. With his last energy, he crawled until he could see a corner of Ascalon’s wall, and he wished fervently that once a year, the wall would be covered in holiday lights.
He died with a smile on his face.
He had found Christmas.





Yours
Brother Elladan

Dear Guild Wars Santa

This is Celetrial Killer i know this is the busiest time of the year for and i would like to thank you for everything you have done over the years. i have done many things from helping out noobs when they need it and try to keep the scams and name calling to a minimum. whenever i have a runner i always pay when we get to the destination i believe if they are doing something they dont want to they should get paid for it. whenever guild mates need help im there to help them out as well. i even decided to have a monk so it will be easier for ppz to survie out in the wilds ever since the char invasion. i also give away money to those who need it and whenever i sell items i never over charge for them. people need help so i believe why not lend hand. in doing so i belive that i would be the perfect canidate so i can help others out even more.

Dear Santa
Its me yeah i know what your thinking. Not Chase Nightblade the warrior/ranger. Well I just thought you might like to know what good things i have done this year so that for once i dont get coal in my stocking. Well for starters I moved to ascalon city to help them with al there troubles and worrys. I was doing good to until the charr came along and knocked down the wall. After that happened everything became a mess. We eventualy got the city in to some sort of order. Right after that me and a couple friends spoted the charr out by fort ranik they attacked the city again. I Then helped prince ruik push back the invadeing charr force. It was alot of fun and i helped many people in the process. Yeah but if you wanna know the realy good things ive done you have to look at my past. When I first got to ascalon I helped a little girl get her flute back, and i help a farmer kill a queen worm who had eaten his crops, and i helped devona kill off some grawl that were getting to close to a nearby town. There are of course alot of other things but that all i have time to tell you about. If you dont belive me just ask devona or the prince they will back up my information. Well thats all i have to say

Sincerly
~Chase Nightblade~
Defender of Ascalon

P.S. I would realy like a new sword. My old one is starting to rust

Hello Santa,
I just wanted to let you know that I havent done much this year either good or bad---so that is an improvement from last year! I dont really want anything for Christmas (though a nice fire wand with some good mods would be nice, but not necesary), I am having a wonderful time helping the henchies level up. I wish I could help them more on some of the missions, but they always seem to die too easily. So I think I will just let you pick someone else to give a nice present to for this year, and hope that I will have a great new year (and you too). So maybe give Alesia a nice new green staff .
Love and kisses,
me

Dear Santa,

This year I have been a good Hero, I've saved a little girl from those monsterous Skales. I've bought her a new red cape, and a flute, gave here tons of flowers, for nothing in return. I Helped save 9 Asaclon prisioners, at the Ruin's of Surmia, at Nolani, I killed the leader of The Charr Army, Bonfaz Burntfur.
In the Northern Shiverpeaks, I helped regulate trade between Borlis Pass, and Yak's Bend, I've helped a Dwarven Captive from the Mountain in the Very, Very Northern shiverpeak mountain
In Sorrow's Furnace, I've helped a preist concel a very top secret, name. I've helped Orozar, take his brother from the Stone Summit, I've helped Kilroy Stoneskin, have revenge on a monk leader in Sorrow's Furnace, I've help steal secret plans from Sorrow's Furnace, I've killed the Iron Forgeman, at the heart of Sorrow's Furnace.
I've fulfilled a prophecy, only to know it wasnt for good, and set things back the way they were. I have Ascended, only to do good things. I've infused my armor to protect me against the evil Mursaat, and Jade.
I've helped many newcomers into Guild Wars, either giving them money, asnwering thier questions, or helping them on a couple of quests.
I've rasied a Guild of my own, but it has cost me greatly, by either the high priced Sigils, or the 2k Capes, and the 100g per invite.


Sincerly,
Bahumhat(IGN: Dark Synth)



(I'm too tired to fix mispelling)

Dear Guild Wars Santa Clause,

Give me 1st place, and I promise I won't leave you Soy Milk and Healthy Food guides instead of 2% Milk and Gingerbread cookies for you

*Snickers*

I've been so good, my guild promoted me to Guild Officer

I still help though, I don't get power hungry, even though I just got the game a month ago. My first character was a W/Mo meant for running friends and random people for tips/free.

As soon as I get online, I get everyone yelling, "OMG YOSUP PUNK!!" And then asking me for help with this and that, and of course, I help.

I also organize group activites and missions for people who need to do certain missions in my guild. And if I spot a new person (aka newb) to GWs, I send them an invite so they can learn from Me and my Guild.

Dear Santactical,
I keep missing you in Lion's Arch, as that condemnable Pumpkin King keeps PMing me for "Paper, Rock, Scissors" advice so much, he takes a lot of my time. Yes, I know he's of the evil sort, but I try to believe in the innate goodness of people. Eventually he will come around.

Santactical, the year has been rough, I must admit. From Charr to Titans, I've seen the horrible deeds that occur in this land. It takes a lot of out a ranger to be constantly bombarded with threats, (not to mention the severed arteries and dual shots). Only those with a good head on their shoulders and some decent to superb armor can hack it here in Tyria.

There are so many sour people. The constant waging of war on us by the invaders of our land has turned some against us all. You see it in the outposts from time to time. Those who purport to be true warriors that have cold hearts and wicked tongues lash out to hurt those who seek to only better our once glorious lands. The greed is abominable! Day after day those who hunger for the mighty goldpiece inflate prices upon those new freedom fighters, only to leave some with inferior weapons.

I have done what I can to undermine those exact merchants. Why, just a few days ago I freely gave a young warrior in my party a golden fellblade which, in the hands of those with tarnished greedy minds, could have fetched a pretty penny. I sometimes anger the merchantile system by admonishing those who wish to overinflate, by publically announcing their intentions. I hate to see our young fighters who have not yet learned the ways of the Tyrian trade system be taken advantage of. It's horrendous!

I know it may seem of little consequence, but Santactical, when pondering over my behavior this year, please take into consideration the multitudes of times I have traveled the Divinity Coast toting that annoying eye around and aiding the unaware in locating the Chosen. Don't get me wrong, there is always something in it for me, be it experience or dropping feathered Caromi scalps, but yet, I do it out of the kindness of my heart.

In closing, I do not ask for much. I would take the easy road out, like last year's winner of the Miss Tyria pageant and go with "Give us world peace," but instead I ask for something a bit less inclusive. Santactical, if possible, please rid our Lion's Arch and Droknar's Forge of the Red and Yellow Apple. They have flashed their wares enough already. Let them find new lands in which to sell.

Sincerely and with Good Tidings this Winter,
Loralai

Dear Guild Wars Santa,

Back when I was a young boy, I would always wait for you to come in with your bag full of rare shields/weapons/fucos items/staffs (and especially the hot *cough* gifts *cough* you give the nice elementist girls that dance by the dock. ) I have been partially good this year, kinda........ I have helped n00bs by the hundreds. I have given gold by the tens...... no hundreds! Scrappy Jim and I have made giant Grenth slaying snowmen that we named Freezie. (I gave those same dancing elementist by docks presents too ) I feel I could be use that 100k for more giving to n00bs. PICK ME OR DIE!

your friend for life (wink wink)

Drink Guinness (game name) Guild: Heros of Pve



(if you pick me you will have the chance to live through next christmas)

dear santa...

I have been a very good girl lately. let me tell you my latest, most gracious story.
I have many people who insult my name. the name is deadly arrogance, and they always say, yeah, u do smell pretty bad. one day, a random female necromancer was stalking me. i felt really aquard with this, so i tried to run away. when i started running, so did she. then, i stopped to see why she kept following me.

At first, she said nothing, just stared at me with that wicked smile of hers. she looked rich and snobby. her armor looked like she had purchased it from the forgemaster at the fissure of woe, and the Cesta she was probably as deadly as it looked. then, she talked to me.

"Waiting for Sana Clause, smelly?"she teased.
"shut your mouth, grenth kisser", i retorted.
"ooh, somebod's in a bad mood", she said slyly. then, she started after me. i started running, sprinting whenever possible, but then an ice drake came up in front of me. all i could do was stare, mezmerised at the size and might of the creature.

"whats the matter, deadly? you seem to be in a stick situation." she said in that sly tone again. i tried to run, but the grasping earth she put down was holding me back. then, she started towards me. then, i had an idea.

"BALTHAZAR, BRING ME YOUR STRENGTH! GIVE ME THE POWER TO SMITE THIS GRASPING EARTH" i screamed, at the top of my lungs. then, a giant thunder bolt came from the sky and struck the ground. it was electrified, and the hex was gone, not to mention how refreshed i was feeling. by then, the necromancer had noticed the ice drake. she froze in her path as well, having no clue as to what to do. then, i found the opportunity.

I ran. thud..thud..thud..thud. i could hear my footsteps as they hit the tender snow in the ground. all i would do is run. not stopping for anything, even the pleas from the necromancer back where the drake was.

After what had felt like a few hours, i hit something. sure enough, it was a snowman. the snowman talked to me, and said, "you have one wish. the only rule is that you can not wish for any more wishes, so choose wisely" said the snowman. i was freaked. i had just got stalked by a necromancer, had my sight blessed by an ice drake, a rare occurance in the northern shiverpeaks, and now i run into a talking, supposedly wish granting snowman. "you will be rewarded by the honor of your wish. if you wish for something greedy, such as money, then you shall recieve no further reward, but if you wish for something honorable, something that would benifit not only you, or not even you, and it comes from your heart, then you shall recieve an even greater reward." the snowman said.

What should i wish for? my concience was crying to me. i could have all h\the money in the world. a weapon to smite even the deadliest of creatures, a sheild so superior, i would take little to no damage from attacks, even those that come from creatures of no little power.

but then it struck me. that necromancer, trapped, alone with an ice drake. i couldnt just leave her!

"bring that necromancer that was stalking me from that ice drake to us" i said boldly.
"this is your only wish, are you sure that this is what you want?" asked the snowman.
"it may not be what i want, but i would never be able to live with the fact that instead of saving a helpless person, no matter how much this person has sinned, i chose instead my own greedy priorities." i said with all of the courage i could muster. by now i was freezing. the drake's presence had disarmed me, so i could barely speak.
"then it shall be done" said the snowman, and with a few words of a magical chant, the necromancer was there.

she was lying on the floor, disarmed, her forgemaster armor all torn up, and her skin tone more pale then pale itself. i helped her up, whispered some healing prayers to her, and then carried her over to my house.

************************************************** ********
The next day...

"wha.............what happened?.............where am I!" cried the necromancer.
"shhh, shhhh...its all okay now, you were disarmed by an ice drake." i told her softly
"bu..but why? why did you help me after what i was doing to you?" she asked.
"because i couldnt have lived with myself if i had left you, and also because i wanted to know why you were following me?"
"i...i...i...i don...im sorry. i was jsut so caught up in being the big bully around, and i didnt want to lose my reputation, so i guess...i guess i jsut decided to pick on you. i know what i did was wrong, and i apologize."
"well, its the most i have ever heard from a necromancer, so i forgive you." i said softly.
then, out of nowhere, the snowman appeared again.
"how did you get in here" i asked, thrilled and scared at the same time
"i have come to tell you of your reward. this wish did not come from your greed, it came from your heart, and for this you are awarded. you have already recieved your award, you just may not know it yet."
"i..i what? what is my reward?" i asked, the horror gone from my eyes, leaving me only with excitement.
"the greatest gift of all" the snowman said.
"the greatest gift of all......." i repeated, "the greatest gift of all......and you say i have already recieved it? what is this reward that you speak of?"
"your gift is the greatest gift of all. you have earned a new friend" it said, and wiht that, it faded away with the cold whispering wind, leaving only the necromancer, and I, smiling.

IGN Toric Brightblade

Dear,guild wars santa

unlike every other peron im way to lazy too right a big letter i suppose im lvl 20 need to do the christmas quest so i can get candy and what not but you know how it is....i just need to get some Unwashed socks but no one will group with me for i dont know what reason i might smell becuase of the ruthlessly murdering innocent settlers but that can't be it right..? like i said dont have enough time to write so goodluck with your travels

You friend? samurai takahashi

Dear santa...

All i want for xmax is to pwn Akhilleus in PvP and a night with my favorite lady (to the left)

Lots of hate

Malice

edit:
ah, what the hell...its the x-mas season, ill let it slide...

any post after this one is hereby past-due.
ill be reading these tomorrow, and hopefully get the winners by x-mas day.

Dear Santa Claus,

I have travelled a great distance to get this letter to you, and have battled many foes. There are icicle men out there that throw snowballs at you and try to deep freeze you instead of deep fry you! However, I managed to "Sprint" all the way from my grandmothers house in Beacons Perch to Droknar's Forge. I was very dissapointed when I found out that there was no Santa Claus there.. So I continued my quest...
I ran towards the desert, thinking that maybe you were confused when you said you live in the north pole, and you actually live in the south. But I found no snow.. The good part is that I discovered that I had a clone by some big rock! He wanted to fight me though, so I continued Sprinting and Sprinting and Sprinting. I'm really the nonviolent type at heart!
Then I found a generous citizen who said he would take me on a boat ride from the desert to see you. I fell for it. I was knocked out, and when I woke up I was in some type of gladiator arena, made to fight to the death with a candycane. However, I overcame my silly opponent by beating down his silly spider and sprinting through his silly traps. Really now, a trap with a little dust is supposed to hurt me? Ho ho ho!
Alas, I won 10 battles in a row, and was sent to yet another arena with tougher foes who had made alliances with each other. I decided to stand beside my priest, so I could never die. Eventually, everyone walked away because they were bored. I was finally free!!! Sadly, there was an avalanche and I became trapped for 7 years...
But she came.. Dwayna came to get me! She brought me to her pet Lion's House and let me play with nice Icicle Men who sang to me. Then I realized that I should be thankful for everything that has happened to me, and I could only think of one person to thank. You!
So thank you Santa Claus! And Merry Christmas!

As snow falls upon the Shiverpeaks
I long for those days long ago
sitting in the sun near Barradin's Estate
watching the Stone Elementals come and go

I prey to Dwayna that Ascalon be reborn
but her statue lies in pieces in the cold
I can only hope one day I can move on
but my heart yearns for more than gold

Take me back to the Sun, Dwayna
leave Wintersday behind
Let the grass grow green again
So that my heart I may find.

so how do we know if we're a finalist, will you message us on here, or the game or what

As a player of guild wars i see it in my dutie to give to the ppl that really need it.

And so far i have;

Gave items free to ppl who could not afford the ( some in buy 1 get 1 free's some by cutting the prices right down etc.)

and helped out numerous other ppl on the way with quests runs to towns where to go for quests etc.

Dear guild wars santa,
i am in dire need of funds, i've been living on the streets for a while now.
i need money badly, just to feed my family.
please give me even 10k at least...or i will personally hunt you down and slit your throat.
^^ have a nice day,
Helamis

Stop posting unless you're just writing for fun

*writing for fun :P*

Dear Santa,
I hope you get this letter, as you never do reply to any of them! Lets make it 7 times lucky then!
I have been a good boy today, i have kept the court order and stayed away from Amanda for around 2 months now, my mother is very proud! This year, i decided not to burn down Mr. Hickleberrys barn house because mother said it was a bad thing to do because lots of chickens wont lay eggs, i like eggs.
I know lots of people write to you, but as im more special and you like me more then anyone else (my mother says im one of a kind) I know you will smite the other children because i am cooler.
Please, please, please give me my ray gun this year! All you give me is hard labour in the basement and im fed up! My neighbour got a trike last year so i beat him up and stole it but its not the same! Please! I want that gun soo bad, everyone will listen to me then because i have a gun and i can shoot people i dont like! Like that kid with glasses who snorts on my clothes!

Thank you santa! LOVE YOU!

i will list the winners in this thread, its your job to pm me in-game and collect.



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Dear Santa Claus GW,
I am writing to you today not only because I have an infinite amount of things on my GW christmas list, but I am writing you because I need some help. Desperately. You see, some pretty bizarre things have happened to me in the past few months. I can't help but feel a bit "off" with myself, and I don't know if I'm all that stable or not.
First, I went to see the local psychologist (a talking frog mind you) and he wouldn't say anything. A word. He refused to help me. I kept telling him that there was something about my armor that made me look fat, and was asking him if I should try a different outfit. No answer. I started to cry, and started to scream infidelities in his face. Still, nothing. I couldn't take it anymore, so I just took off my armor and simply ran away and pouted. Stupid frog, I wanted to kill him for not answering me. But then I realized that this was, of course, understandable, as he was a talking frog and I didn't expect any advice from him whatseover anyway. So on I went, searching for someone who would listen to my problems. I found that someone, Santa. Her name was Cynn. Pretty girl, in her 20's, kind of kinky. Well, she agreed to help me if I joined her on a mission to save Tyria. Given the fact that I was on the brink of suicide, I humbly accepted. So off we go, hand in hand (I wish), trampling and murdering monster after monster. I didn't like the smell of the place, it was hot and musty, and along the way we saw Frodo and Sam climbing a huge mountain, and some creepy little dude chasing them. This added on to my resume of twilight zone events, thus making me a bit jumpy. Oh but it doesn't end there. We are almost to the end, when I meet with my good friend - Prince Rurik.
With joy overcoming my instability, I sprinted over to him, using my awesome warrior speed, and was just about to give him a great big hug - but then I remembered something...

He was decapitated a couple of weeks ago.

I found my instability surging back through my veins, and I started shaking vigorously. I wanted to just curl up into a little ball and cry like a girl, but that would not look good in front of my good friend Cynn. Rurik's zombified body started laughing, and he sent his little minions after us. And while our group was getting destroyed, I could do nothing but stand there, wondering what was going on. I saw Mhenlo, that oriental carry-out boy who thinks he's Jackie Chan, trying desperately to keep my team alive. I thought to myself, "aw well he can handle his own." But then I saw Cynn get hurt. She was getting double-teamed, ransacked, jumped. This angered me. I looked back at Rurik, and saw him rolling on the ground laughing. I don't know why, but he was laughing. He was laughing at Cynn because she was getting gangbanged. A wave of anger fueled me, and I sprinted full speed toward that egotistical excuse for a charming prince. As soon as I arrived at that decaying pile of chewed bubble gum, I started wailing on him. Swing after swing, I kept swinging until there was nothing left of him. In the middle of my slaughter, I looked up and saw Braveheart ride over with his horse. He looked at me, shook his head, and rode off. I didn't care. I kept slicing.
After about 20 seconds, I was done. That daddy's boy was dead. For good. I made sure he was dead by cutting off his manhood. I came to the conclusion that if his head wasn't enough, then surely his gender would do the trick. Killing Prince Rurik satisfied me. With that being done, I looked up and saw that my team was still fighting. I sprinted over to them and helped them out. While I was hacking away, I noticed that both Cynn and Mhenlo were dead. NO! I finished off the remaining A-holes and ran over to their bodies. I had no resurrections. I asked my other teammates, they didn't have any either.
After we reached the end, I scavenged the rest of my money and held a memorial for my fallen comrades. I paid in total 10 platinum for Cynn's grave; a fellblade that I drove to the ground in honor of her act of bravery. About 3 minutes later, a teammate of mine decided to take it back out and use it. Damn him. I wanted to kill him. But I didn't, as I knew that you would be watching and wouldn't get me anything for Christmas.

So to sum it all up, Santa, I had this problem with my armor, so I decided to live naked from there on. A talking frog was the only psychologist in Tyria that could help me with my problems, and he didn't help. Cynn, the only person that promised to hear me out, died because some evil prince had to pillage her. And now I am flat out broke, because I paid for her honor, only for someone to take it and use it for his own benefit. I sit on the beach at Lion's Arch now, awaiting for your arrival. You don't know how embarrassing it is to get all of these stares, and even people making rude comments like, "ew a naked asian warrior." So in conclusion, Santa, thanks for at least taking the time to read this letter, and please be aware of my presence when you arrive, because I'll be aware of yours as well.

Semper Fi from me and all of my troops,
-Super Rice Ball

P.S. It's cold out here, especially when you're naked. A blanket would be nice.

i thought this one was pretty darn funny...unfrotunatly it came after the cut-off...gave me a chuckle though...

anyway, i just got done celebrating (us with european traditions celebrate on x-mas eve) and ive read all of them (1,300 WPM reading speed FTW).
i havent yet done the rolling yet, but the finalists have been selected and they are post #s:

1: #3
2: #21
3: #34
4: #44
5: #66
6: #70
7: #83
8: #98
9: #102
10: #127

if your story was one of these post numbers, congrats, you will at least win 10k, and you now have a 3/10 chance of being one of the 3 finalists.
after i eat dinner i will start the rolling, if anyone would like to join me for the process i will be in ice-tooh cave dist 1 american.
i should be done eating in about half an hour or so.

-Akh


k, i did the rolls and...the winners are:
1st place: post #98 (Blakecraw)
2nd place: post #127 (Tarrosion)
3rd place: post #3 (Batou Of Nine)

/congrats

I didn't have time to enter the contest Too much shopping to do.

1 HOUR TILL CHRISTMAS!!

Merry Christmas to everyone.

Thanks for the gold! And thanks for liking my story.

Thanks for the contest, and thanks for reading!

Cheers to everyone who wrote. There were some funny letters.


*high fives Raiden*


~Sinaea~

howd he lose? >_>

pity isnt a qualifier... and we dont know 100% if he really is

i have the utmost sympathy, but that doesnt change his standing in guildwars

i WON!>!>?!> 3rd place?! KEWWLll

i just now got back from out of town. Hope this aint too late! hope everyone had a great holiday!!

Two letters I'll post just for the hell of it:

Dear Santa,

DBZ Fans will destroy you

Love,

Mike


Dear Santa,

Jesus Christ. I said it. J-E-S-U-S C-H-R-I-S-T. That is why I write to you. Do you recall what happen on Christmas day? In a manger in Bethlehem, our savior was born to the virgin Mary. It was an event that led for the gateway of heaven to be opened to many more people.

So listen up you fat bastard. What the crap are you doing hogging up his glory? It's his birthday, and instead of everyone celebrating it, all those weak-minded fools worship you and your bringing of gifts. You come every Christmas eve to all the little children of the world (except for the poor ones) and and drop down their chimneys to give them a "gift."

First off, that just sounds gay. Like Michael Jackson gay. You would know, since I'm sure you spend a lot of time with him. And incase you didn't know, Jesus frowns upon homosexuality. When you die, you will be brought to the gates of Hell where you will burn along with that freakin easter bunny who had an accident with "boom egg" earlier this year.

Yes, Santa, if you dare come out this year, I will be waiting on my roof with a 12-Gauge and a 6-pack. I'll blow Ruldoph's brains out first, not because I hate him, but because a red glowing nose is seriously screwed up. Then I'll take out your other raindeer one by one until you're slay crasses into the lava pit I placed outside for you.

So for Christmas, I ask for not much. I ask for you to just die. And give Jesus back his Holiday.

P.S. I had some fun with Mrs. Claus the other night.

Sincerely,

Mike






This eggnog must be spiked.

If one more person PM's me in game with their letter.........