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Has anyone here ever had a burning desire to have an ultimate bundle of their own? I've been watching my EXP lately and have noticed that i seem to have far too much of it for my own good. I've also always wanted to do something like the infamous Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaamazing givaway, and similar contests, and Thus the Hot Stuff Givaway was born! Now that i've sparked your interest, let me get down to whats going on here. I'm going to give away 1 Ultimate bundle (or the EXP equivolent if thats preferred) to the entrant who smokes the competition. Various EXP ammounts/prizes may be given to runners up based on 2 complex scientific factors (If i have the EXP, and if i feel you deserve it ) I might ask some people to help judge if i'm having trouble. The hot topic is thus: I want YOUR take on how i got my username. Did i fall 42 feet into Mount Peanut when i was young? Did i save 42 badgers from a burning lodge? Creativity is a must, the real story's rather dull, i assure you. Bonus Points may be given for bolding any terms that can be viewed as "Hot Stuff" (including myself of course ;p) But before you all go flaming me (as in lighting me on fire in your stories, that is) heres a few rules: -Anyone can enter this contest, if you already have an ultimate bundle however, you need to pick who shall recieve the prize (i'm trying to give back, not give someone a bundle they don't need ) -Entries will not be considered after 4 PM September 9th (you have till then to submit one) -Only one entry per person, if you want to add to your story, go ahead and edit your post. -PLEASE no novel length entries >.> I have to read these all, and the longer they are the longer judging might take -Have fun, and good luck

2009-09-02 02:31:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Great idea, although I think I might sit this one out. Not sure yet. It is tempting for one that hasn't bought a thing from the shop yet, like myself.

2009-09-02 02:35:00 Author: Unknown User

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Well, I'll enter for funsies afore bed: It all started when he was playing a game of Victing (popular in his home country). He was challenging anyone he could at the market that day, and betting good money on it too. Then along came a magician, who had with him 3 pots or "urns" - A Urn, B Urn, and C Urn. The magician bet one million gold pieces that any of the urns could win a game of vict against him, and he would even let him choose which one. Naturally, he chose the middle one - B. A crowd gathered to watch - he started with a quarter vict, the urn a half, then the game hotted up - three quarter vict to the urn, but a whole vict to chris...then came the final play. Christ got 1 1/2 vict, but the urn clinched it with a whole 2 vict! It was then that someone in the crowd shouted, "B urn vict 'im for two!" And thus, the name was born. If I win, I'll take the bundle and gift my lesser bundle to someone as a "second place".

2009-09-02 03:28:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Dibs on judge. I almost have enough for my second bundle, so I figure I might as well judge...

2009-09-02 03:45:00 Author: comphermc Posts: 5338

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Oh, and if you want to call me something besides BV42, "Chris" works

2009-09-02 04:00:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Oh, and if you want to call me something besides BV42, "Chris" works I'd rather call you Burictim42.

2009-09-02 04:01:00 Author: comphermc Posts: 5338

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I heard there was an epic bundle giveaway going on, and I decided to get in on it. I didn't know I had to tell a story... Oh well, here goes. One day, our young hero was out on his daily training session with Solid Snake and Nathan Drake. They were borrowing the X-Men's danger room that day, and were facing flame-thrower equipped treasure hunters and a large army of skilled soldiers. Snake got pinned down in the corner of the room, and Nathan was too busy fending off a gang of treasure hunters to be able to help, so as usual, our young hero had to step in to save Snake's bottom. Getting rather bored of what was going on around him, as he was more than capable of defeating these enemies even in his sleep, our hero's mind started drifting...as he realized that the last names of the guys he has been training with for years rhymed (Snake, Drake) he turned around and was instantly struck by the flame of one of the treasure hunter's flame throwers. He was rushed to the hospital, where he was informed that he was their 42nd burnvictim that day. Apparently they were growing rather tired of burnvictims. And so, our hero's best friend, who does not lead nearly so interesting a life, took up the name burnvictim42, in everlasting memory of his comrade's pain. Burnvictim42 went on to become a brilliant lbp level creator and helpful and benevolent member of society, as his friend the actual burnvictim was eventually healed and went on exciting adventures with really cool heroes. Was that too long? Sorry...

2009-09-02 05:18:00 Author: Theap Pleman Posts: 670

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Well I'll give it a shot. I can use some XP. I decided I want my name to be my PSN. I didn't think long enough before registering and now I'm stuck with waiting to get 1,000 XP. So 2,500 could get me that name change and some extra to save up for something else. So here we go. . . I don't know your real name so in the story your name is going to be Jimmy. Know that. Lol I just noticed you said your real name, too bad, you're Jimmy. A Burning Hero On a normal Saturday night Jimmy was just casually going to the store to pick up some milk. While on his way he noticed a fiery blaze at the Johnson house. There were no cops or firemen in sight and Jimmy had left his phone at home. Jimmy began to panic. He didn't know what to do; he had nothing on him and no way to help the poor family get out of the flames. He couldn't just sit there and let them die, but if he went in there, there was no saying if he would even be able to get anyone out without burning up in the flame himself. For all he knew everyone may have already been dead. Jimmy did not care about the what ifs, he couldn't walk away. Jimmy immediately burst in to the flaming home to find Mr. Johnson home alone trapped in the kitchen by an astounding flame. Jimmy ran around the house until he came across the fire extinguisher. Once past the flame Jimmy came to see that Mr. Johnson had passed out from the ordeal. Jimmy ran to the door carrying Mr. Johnson to find a blaze blocking his way. Jimmy wrapped his arms around Mr. Johnson as he stormed through the flame and out the door. Mr. Johnson was fine but Jimmy had caught on fire. Mr. Johnson had woken up after being dropped on the grass and was able to put out Jimmy, but Jimmy was forever scarred. The world doesn't know if this hero would do it again, but Mr. Johnson will be forever grateful. Sorry if it's a little long. :blush:

2009-09-02 05:50:00 Author: ChristmasJew Posts: 431

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Nope, those aren't too long. Haven't read them yet, but they're not too long. Too long would be the Wall of Text type too long... like, it would be over 1 page in a word document and woohoo! I'm named Jimmy now! Come to think of it, i don't know anyone named jimmy....

2009-09-02 06:17:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Can I be a judge in all this?

2009-09-02 06:20:00 Author: Zwollie Posts: 2173

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Hey, man. I'm in. Just give me some time to come up with a story. 'Kay, here goes... *ahem* (By the by, I'm just guessing that your name is Chris, cos you said something about it up there^^^) It looks a lot longer then it really is because of all the paragraphs I used. Trust me. A couple years ago, in the magical, far-off land of California, a most unlikely tale was told. I'm just here to relate this story to you. It is the story of a boy named Chris and a rather dotty old codger, who is unnamed in this story. I feel a bit bad for him, not having a name, but that's beside the point. One day, Chris was walking along the beach (something most Californians are wont to do) while listening to some face-melting metal on his portable media device. It was a nice day, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The light was shining on the tops of the waves as they broke on the beach, and also on the inept surfers who broke their boards on the rocks. As Chris stood there, watching the failing surfers, a fire truck rolled by on the road behind him. It's not what you think, either. The fire truck was literally rolling, end over end, down the street. As yet, no one has figured out the cause of the rolling, but it does make a good conversation starter, particularly at parties. Oddly enough, the fire truck doesn't come back into this story at all, I just thought it was a hot bit of trivia. Save it for when you're on Jeopardy. Anyway, as Chris was walking down the beach, a rather dotty old codger popped out from behind one of the rocks that dotted the beach. He was holding a Molotov cocktail in-the-making (that is to say, he had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a lighter in the other). "Pardon me, young man," he said, "but you wouldn't happen to have a match, would you? I can't get my lighter to work, you see, so I figured a match might help." "No, sorry," Chris replied. "All I have is my portable media device and my good looks. Neither can start a fire, I'm afraid." Just then, some girls walked by. Chris smiled at them as they walked by, and they whispered among themselves about the "hot stuff" standing over there by that rather dotty old codger. "Well, that's okay." The codger replied. "I think I've almost got this thing working." He tried getting his lighter to light a few more times and eventually succeeded. "Ah, here we go! Now, watch this!" Chris wasn't sure why he should watch what this codger was about to do, but he did, anyway. The dotty old codger then proceeded to take a swig of his vodka and hold his lighter up to his mouth. "Oh, dear..." Chris said, knowing what was coming next. The codger then spat out the vodka, setting it aflame with the lighter. There was a problem, however: he forgot to turn his head. Chris attempted an action roll to evade the flame, but was only halfway successful. The left half of his face was forever scarred, giving him a Two-Face sort of look, just without the evil. "It worked again!" The old codger cried happily. "That makes you the 42nd burn victim this week!" With that, he walked away. Chris was rushed to a hospital, where he saw the girls from the beach. When the attendant asked him his name, he merely replied without much emotion "Burn victim 42". This name he later took as his own, and, to hide his shame, he kept from going outside, preferring rather to gain contact to the outside world through internet forums about video games. And, there you go. I just kind of made it up as I went, but I don't think it's all that bad...

2009-09-02 15:55:00 Author: dandygandy2704 Posts: 1002

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Great entries, guys - keep it up!

2009-09-02 18:16:00 Author: comphermc Posts: 5338

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You got your name by... Going into mount potato, then stoumbling across a giant peanut, you was hungry so you decided to crack it open, and lava spilled open burning poor little tiny onion fried brain And the 42 comes from when you where 42 when it happened

2009-09-02 19:25:00 Author: Adam9001 Posts: 744

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And the 42 comes from when you where 42 when it happened Lol, do i realy sound that old? o.o kinda scary.

2009-09-02 19:50:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Don't you know? You age backwards. I thought you'd've noticed by now O.O

2009-09-02 19:57:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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I age backwards... I'm going to die before i'm 70! Thats not cool D:

2009-09-02 20:14:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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I think it is your sister!

2009-09-03 01:36:00 Author: PSN:AAM2730 Posts: 128

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So here is my theory. You were playing someone's level on LBP. It was a city level that used the flaming tool to build a level where your sack person had to escape from a burning building. It was an insanely difficult level, possibly put together and untested. Flaming logs emitted at random points, long jumps over fiery pits onto insanely tiny non grab-able platforms, and clowns gone insane by the heat that were trying to take you down with them. Never one to give up, you pushed your sack boy through the level again and again. Each time you got him just a little farther into the level, but each time he would meet an untimely death upon the horrible flames. After 41 deaths, you became a little upset and said your thoughts aloud of "I don't care how many times I die; I am going to finish this level." Your sack boy replied angrily, "You aren't the one dying over and over again. I am!" Then he reached out of the television and pulled you into the game, the same spot in the level where you had left your sack boy. With fire everywhere and the building collapsing, you had no choice but to try and finish the level in hopes that the end would take you back to the real world. You fought your way past jumps and clowns, coming close several times but never getting burned. Finally you made it to the final boss, a poorly constructed burglar resembling the enemies from the ninja levels. The final boss informed you that there was no way to beat him. That the whole level was created for the sick enjoyment of the person creating it so he could enjoy watching sack people burn. Then the boss made the ground disappear and you fell into a fire pit. You awoke suddenly to find yourself lying on the sidewalk next to several other people. A friendly firefighter informed you that your ps3 had exploded (one horrible tragedy after another) and caught your building on fire. Several other people had experienced the same thing. When asked if you remembered what had happened, you said no. How could you? The experience was so traumatizing that it had completely wiped your memory. With no idea who you were or what had occurred, you were just another victim. So they labeled you as Burn Victim 42, and you kept the name. Ever since that fateful day you have always been drawn to LBP, creating fun conquerable levels and helping others make their levels more enjoyable. Yet you never suspected the truth about what had occurred that day. But they're still out there somewhere, the horrible creator whose badly-crafted level was the doom of many. And one day, when your memories return, you will encounter them again...

2009-09-03 16:10:00 Author: Kefkaas Posts: 86

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im no good at these games,they are too tough...

2009-09-03 23:47:00 Author: MADANI_G Posts: 14

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Okay you have always had a life in a cool calm city. You were love by everyone and even had a girlfriend. But all that changes when she find out that you got the GOTY edition of LBP. She wants it and she tries to say you any way she can but it doesn't work. And you know what they say nothing hurts like a womans scorn! She tried to burn your GOTY LBP game but you protected it and got burned to red with teeth horns. In all the madness she drained her health. You said with pride...." This is ma GOTY edition FOO!" Then you decided why not make my sackboy like that! When you finished creating you said " I may be the 42nd Burn victim in history but I protected whats mines." Hence the name Burnvictim42! I even made a pic of your heroic stance:http://www.lbpcentral.com/forums/picture.php?albumid=738&pictureid=6421 Ahh yea good times

2009-09-04 22:41:00 Author: acdramon Posts: 332

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Only a few days left, any other takers?

2009-09-07 01:00:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Did i fall 42 feet into Mount Peanut when i was young? Thats how i got my name

2009-09-07 04:13:00 Author: Snrm Posts: 6419

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Last day for entry folks!

2009-09-09 19:33:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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you love torturing, and one day you kidnapped the person you hate the most in your life. you take him/her to your basement (not for *cough*) and start torturing him. all of sudden you say "YOU are my VICTIM, and you will BURN in hell!" she/he then said "I am test number 42, kill me and bad things will happen!" it happened, everything you own is GONE, completely gone and now you have to sell everything to get some for to get your life back on track /failstory

2009-09-09 20:09:00 Author: oldage Posts: 2824

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I am very sorry I missed this Bernie... I will now set my ears on fire 42 times! Mind you I'm not talking 21 times each ear... Im' talkin about 42. Nutttin but nubbins.

2009-09-10 08:02:00 Author: Gravel Posts: 1308

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Alrighty then! Well, the moment of reckoning is here at last! Congratulations to all the entrants, you gave me entertainment that was far worth the EXP But you don't really care about that do you, you just want the winners, right? Without further ado.... Okay, maybe with a little more ado... drum roll please... First Place goes to... Dandygandy2704! Second Place goes to... DawesBr! Third Place goes to... Kefkas! First place will be recieving 2500 exp Second place will be recieving 400 exp Third place will be recieving 200 exp Thanks for all the entries

2009-09-11 04:01:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Thanks for participating everyone. Here are my mini reviews of the top 3: dawesbr: Really fantastic wordplay! I don't know where you get these ideas. It had a nice, smooth flow that logically led to Burnvictim42. A few typos got in the way of a perfect little story (not going to penalize you for that, though). Great stuff and very inventive. dandygandy2704: Very, very funny stuff. This story was complete with random tidbits of misdirection and puns galore. I was chuckling throughout. Nice connection to the name, but I was a bit irked by the codger just coming out and saying, "You're my 42nd victim!" This was a minor detail in what otherwise was a great little tale. Kefkaas: Really well developed story. I liked the seemless tie-in to littlebigplanet, and it had some nice humor throughout. You did a great job explaining the "burnvictim" part, but the 42 connection was a bit of a stretch. You mentioned it in the beginning but weren't able to tie it logically to how the medics arrived at the number 42. Still, really good stuff. To everyone else, thanks for entering. I had a good time reading through all your stories. Let's hope he tells us the real reason he goes by this name!

2009-09-11 04:04:00 Author: comphermc Posts: 5338

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You want the real reason? Lol, i'm not kidding, its lame A couple years ago, in the magical, far-off land of California, a most unlikely tale was told. I'm just here to relate this story to you. It is the story of a boy named Chris and a rather dotty old codger, who is unnamed in this story. I feel a bit bad for him, not having a name, but that's beside the point. One day, Chris was walking along the beach (something most Californians are wont to do) while listening to some face-melting metal on his portable media device. It was a nice day, the sun was out and there wasn't a cloud in sight. The light was shining on the tops of the waves as they broke on the beach, and also on the inept surfers who broke their boards on the rocks. As Chris stood there, watching the failing surfers, a fire truck rolled by on the road behind him. It's not what you think, either. The fire truck was literally rolling, end over end, down the street. As yet, no one has figured out the cause of the rolling, but it does make a good conversation starter, particularly at parties. Oddly enough, the fire truck doesn't come back into this story at all, I just thought it was a hot bit of trivia. Save it for when you're on Jeopardy. Anyway, as Chris was walking down the beach, a rather dotty old codger popped out from behind one of the rocks that dotted the beach. He was holding a Molotov cocktail in-the-making (that is to say, he had a bottle of vodka in one hand and a lighter in the other). "Pardon me, young man," he said, "but you wouldn't happen to have a match, would you? I can't get my lighter to work, you see, so I figured a match might help." "No, sorry," Chris replied. "All I have is my portable media device and my good looks. Neither can start a fire, I'm afraid." Just then, some girls walked by. Chris smiled at them as they walked by, and they whispered among themselves about the "hot stuff" standing over there by that rather dotty old codger. "Well, that's okay." The codger replied. "I think I've almost got this thing working." He tried getting his lighter to light a few more times and eventually succeeded. "Ah, here we go! Now, watch this!" Chris wasn't sure why he should watch what this codger was about to do, but he did, anyway. The dotty old codger then proceeded to take a swig of his vodka and hold his lighter up to his mouth. "Oh, dear..." Chris said, knowing what was coming next. The codger then spat out the vodka, setting it aflame with the lighter. There was a problem, however: he forgot to turn his head. Chris attempted an action roll to evade the flame, but was only halfway successful. The left half of his face was forever scarred, giving him a Two-Face sort of look, just without the evil. "It worked again!" The old codger cried happily. "That makes you the 42nd burn victim this week!" With that, he walked away. Chris was rushed to a hospital, where he saw the girls from the beach. When the attendant asked him his name, he merely replied without much emotion "Burn victim 42". This name he later took as his own, and, to hide his shame, he kept from going outside, preferring rather to gain contact to the outside world through internet forums about video games. The first online game i ever played (ie: the first time i needed a username ) had a flamethrower in it. So i named myself Burnvictim. The 42 was added when i needed numbers in my username, and because it is the answer to life the universe and everything

2009-09-11 04:08:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Wahoo! Second place! Compher, I'm glad you enjoyed it, I only found two typos - "too" instead of "to" and "game" instead of "came". Seeing as it was written when I was utterly exhausted (if you'll excuse the pun), I think that's not bad. Unless you mean "hotted", which is actually a correct usage.

2009-09-11 19:05:00 Author: dawesbr Posts: 3280

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Well, those and "Christ" instead of "Chris". Haha - that was the one that stood out.

2009-09-11 20:25:00 Author: comphermc Posts: 5338

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Well, those and "Christ" instead of "Chris". Haha - that was the one that stood out. What are you talking about, i see no typos there

2009-09-11 20:34:00 Author: Burnvictim42 Posts: 3322

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Only third place? Oh who am I kidding, their ideas were must more interesting. Besides that's still 200xp I didn't have before.

2009-09-11 21:39:00 Author: Kefkaas Posts: 86

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I thought I would try this,after all,it's not everyday you can joke about someone without harsh critisim (seriously hated those times). One day, Chris wanted to be called chris42, but people made fun of Chris for it. Someone even said a joke.A joke so bad,people said to Chris "You got burned!" Chris was so "burned" that Chris decided to be called burnvictim42! I just posted this for fun.Congrads people!

2009-09-11 22:24:00 Author: CyberSora Posts: 5551

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I'm glad you liked my story, man. I just kinda came up with it as I was writing it, so... Anyway, thanks again for picking my story. Also, comphermc, by the end of the story, I was starting to run out of ideas as to how to work in the 42 without a Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy reference (which I almost put in there, anyway) so I just wrote it the way I did. Probably not the most creative way to get the 42, but it is what it is.

2009-09-12 16:34:00 Author: dandygandy2704 Posts: 1002

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ok, see i guessed the life the universe and everything cause im a big hitchhiker's fan, not so much the latter books, but the first was pretty awesome. i guessed the old codger part but that was just cause i am a fictional psychic

2009-09-14 00:08:00 Author: thefrozenpenquin Posts: 479

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