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Keroro Art Contest (END)(Old contest information, this contest is no longer running.)
credit to :icondesoso:
Department: High rank ordinal in the Gama space invasion army of planet number 58
Keroro second platoon invasion force.
He's a super-small child worried for the Keron star,
and one person Keron soldier because of this 100 year time gap in birth.
Hence all Keron Army's efforts on concentrating in training respectfully,
a one platoon by one person to possess combat ability.
However, Keronians still have more room to grow along the way.
"Weapons of mission excel Giroro's ability possessed style."
"Tamama's high hand-to-hand combat ability possessed style."
"Dororo's possessed high assassin ability pr
And Now For the Winners...A month has passed since :iconsereneflame: and I began the contest.
We received a whopping 22 entries boiling down to a grand total of 5 places to win.
It was a difficult decision and required over a week of discussing and pondering between us judges.
But we made a choice and we are more than happy with the results and we hope you will be, too.
Keep in mind, we do not play favourites, even among friends or art quality.
Anyway, I have a LOT to say coming up about each winning entry individually and why they got what they did.
My sister unfortunately doesn't have anything to really say about these entries. But that is fine.
You may scroll down and skip right to the point.
And now for the results!
(We will include a point tally and how exactly they accumulated and decreased in the voting process for the winners, these points do not determine a winner exactly, they only help tally the creativity and concept. They will not be applied to the honourable mentions as this journal is already big
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Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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