~Minx Conservation Centre~ CLOSED

[ede]

Stare would like to play! He hasn't been much of a people-person lately.



Argh how do you make things transparent??!

Please don't edit the minx without my permission. If you don't have the proper code, please ask me.
You will get a strike other wise.

[ede]

I would like to enter for the Boardgame Event! ^-^

With.. Vi~! ♥

Accepted!
The last spot goes to Altantica!
Don't worry if you missed out, if this board game works out then I will do another! (Even better too!)
Here are the players, in order of their turns:
1.
2.
3.
4.

I will post the first turn soon!

[ede]

Posted the original form for it on page 55.

Yes it is!
I will post the results soon....

[appi]

Posted the original form for it on page 55.

Yes it is!
I will post the results soon....

The results for Cage One or Two? c:

[ede]

Den One

Wow, everyone! I was super duper surprised at all the effort everyone put in their forms! I loved reading your stories! Special mention goes to Toxic Nightshade, GraphicColor and Firedancer77!

I would like to adopt from Cage one!

Username:

bagozago

Name:

Fortuano

Gender:

Male

What makes this minx so lucky??

He was abandoned as a small minx, and was found just in time by the Minx Conservation Center. He had a broken leg and there was a good chance that he would have died. He was a young minx, and he has had time to grow and heal, and now he is ready to go to a happy home!

Personality:

Fortuano is always cheerful to his friends but very shy. He had traumatic experiences as a young minx, which have followed him through the span of his whole life. He is tentative to make friends, but has a few lifelong ones from the center where he grew up. Fortuano tends to look to the bright side of things, often referring to his lucky rescue.

Extra: (Optional)

A peek inside Fortuano's traumatic rescue experience:

Darkness. All around me, swirling in massive cyclones. An earth-shattering thud as a tree hits the ground. A clap of thunder. A screech of pain from my mother, who stands to the right of me. Then silence.

It's like we are in the eye of a storm. All is eerily calm. I turn to my mother, whimpering. Then I see her. Her body soaked in blood, her head tilted the wrong way. I know it when I see her eyes. They're glazed over, a glossy sheen replacing the usually-vibrant green. My mother is dead. Just as I realize this, just as it hits me, so does the storm. It rages around me like a giant, uprooting trees and throwing them randomly around our small grassy plain. Lightning screams across the sky. It illuminates my hopeless situation for a split second. Then it's gone.

A second thumping sound, from across the moor. Then a closer one. Then I can practically feel the vibrations in the ground. Wait- I can feel the vibrations. A loud CRACK echoes over the open wasteland, then I am pinned to the dirt by a wooden giant. A great sycamore. Pain explodes through h by body, sharp bursts targeting my lower left leg. I try to move it, and the agony is insane. It sweeps over me. Once it reaches my head, I clench my teeth. It is too much. The pure pain seeps into my brain, and my breathing hitches. Then I black out. The last thing I see through closing eyes is a pair of large pale hands reaching towards me.




SIX MONTHS INTO THE RESCUE:


I awaken from my deep slumber smiling. Today I get to go explore our enclosure for the first time in a week. Reaching over my furry body, I sink my paws into the soft blankets surrounding me. This is paradise. My food arrives through a small hole in the ceiling of my caged-in area. I eagerly munch it up, then start to clean my fur with my paws. Lick, groom. Lick, groom. Lick, groo- "Morning, Lucky one," Comes a deep caterwauling voice to my right. I sigh. Lucas is at it again. "Hello, Lucas." He comes into view, a pudgy brown minx with lifeless-looking fur. Nothing like my rich green coat. "How ya doin' t'day, squirt?" He rumbles in a mocking tone. I close my eyes. "Lucas, my name is Fortuano." He laughs. "Yeh, and ah'm the King of Ireland. Oh wait, that's you." I grit my teeth. Just because I'm green and 'lucky', all the minxes assume I'm Irish. Well, I'm not, but they won't listen. "Lucas, you know very well that I'm not Irish." He grunts. "Oh, I be rich handsome forest-grass colored minx who's name is NOT squirt, despite me bein' tiny. Oh nah, my name be the 'Fortuano' 'cause of that I'm soooooo lucky, yup." He mocks in a high voice. I snort. "I do not sound like that, thank you very much. I believe my grammar is more.... refined than that." To this he only winks at me. But his eye is off-centered and he looks a bit lopsided. "Kid, ah'm named Bull, naw 'Lucas'. Fancy dat?"

That is how most non-enclosure mornings go. In general. With rare exceptions. But today is special. Today is an enclosure day. Today I get to see Myriad. Oh, she's wonderful. She has soft blue fur and wonderful silver eyes.. oh...

I get lifted up out of my cage and placed on a table. The compulsory exam before entering the presence of other animals. I'm used to it.
The white-coated men comb me, examine my ears and paws, stick something sharp into my tail which hurts for a moment but then is fine. They check my hurt leg, which is doing fine today. Then they prepare a small thin stick with yellow liquid inside. It is known as "The Pricker" by all the other inmates. They pause a moment, looking over me, then plunge it into my rear. Pain shoots through me and the men press down on the top, pushing the liquid inside me. It stings. They pull the needle out and wipe the stain off my fur, then plop me into the enclosure. I'm free to go.

As soon as I sit down, I see Myriad. She's wincing. I rush over to her. "Anything wrong?" She grimaces. "My exam was tough today. New men. They were rougher. But I'm fine." I smile and we walk into the enclosure together. This is my life, and I love it.

Congratulations, bagozago!
Fabulous story! I think you more than deserve this minx!
There is a new minx in den one:

[appi]

I would like to adopt from Cage one!
Username:
Josie2907
Name:
Umi (Ocean in Japanese)
Gender:
Female
Why was this minx found half-drowned?
Okay, so here's a little story for you~ ♥:
(From Umi's perspective)

I was lying on the sand, when something orange caught my eye. "Hm? What is that?" I asked, peering into the water.
Somewhere deep in the ocean was a piece of coral. An orange one, to be exact. And the most beautiful one I've ever seen.
I had a sudden urge to dive down and get it, but I knew it would be dangerous, since holding my breath for a long time
was a big problem for me. But, I decided. It's so beautiful, I know it'll be worth it. Even if I drown.

I took a deep breath, and dove head-first into the water. It seemed like hours of paddling before I was within reach of the coral. As I reached for it and took it, I couldn't hold my breath anymore, and paddled up to the surface as fast as I can. As I reached the surface, all energy was gone from my body, and I stayed afloat on the water, drifting off, still clutching that piece of coral. The last thing I remember is thinking, If I drown, at least I drown with this coral, before blacking out as I reached the shore.
Personality:
Risk-taker, responsible, kind, and oh, how could I forget. Adorable. ♥
Extra: (Optional)
ADORABLEESS! ;W;

[alliant]

Den One

Wow, everyone! I was super duper surprised at all the effort everyone put in their forms! I loved reading your stories! Special mention goes to Toxic Nightshade, GraphicColor and Firedancer77!

I would like to adopt from Cage one!

Username:

bagozago

Name:

Fortuano

Gender:

Male

What makes this minx so lucky??

He was abandoned as a small minx, and was found just in time by the Minx Conservation Center. He had a broken leg and there was a good chance that he would have died. He was a young minx, and he has had time to grow and heal, and now he is ready to go to a happy home!

Personality:

Fortuano is always cheerful to his friends but very shy. He had traumatic experiences as a young minx, which have followed him through the span of his whole life. He is tentative to make friends, but has a few lifelong ones from the center where he grew up. Fortuano tends to look to the bright side of things, often referring to his lucky rescue.

Extra: (Optional)

A peek inside Fortuano's traumatic rescue experience:

Darkness. All around me, swirling in massive cyclones. An earth-shattering thud as a tree hits the ground. A clap of thunder. A screech of pain from my mother, who stands to the right of me. Then silence.

It's like we are in the eye of a storm. All is eerily calm. I turn to my mother, whimpering. Then I see her. Her body soaked in blood, her head tilted the wrong way. I know it when I see her eyes. They're glazed over, a glossy sheen replacing the usually-vibrant green. My mother is dead. Just as I realize this, just as it hits me, so does the storm. It rages around me like a giant, uprooting trees and throwing them randomly around our small grassy plain. Lightning screams across the sky. It illuminates my hopeless situation for a split second. Then it's gone.

A second thumping sound, from across the moor. Then a closer one. Then I can practically feel the vibrations in the ground. Wait- I can feel the vibrations. A loud CRACK echoes over the open wasteland, then I am pinned to the dirt by a wooden giant. A great sycamore. Pain explodes through h by body, sharp bursts targeting my lower left leg. I try to move it, and the agony is insane. It sweeps over me. Once it reaches my head, I clench my teeth. It is too much. The pure pain seeps into my brain, and my breathing hitches. Then I black out. The last thing I see through closing eyes is a pair of large pale hands reaching towards me.




SIX MONTHS INTO THE RESCUE:


I awaken from my deep slumber smiling. Today I get to go explore our enclosure for the first time in a week. Reaching over my furry body, I sink my paws into the soft blankets surrounding me. This is paradise. My food arrives through a small hole in the ceiling of my caged-in area. I eagerly munch it up, then start to clean my fur with my paws. Lick, groom. Lick, groom. Lick, groo- "Morning, Lucky one," Comes a deep caterwauling voice to my right. I sigh. Lucas is at it again. "Hello, Lucas." He comes into view, a pudgy brown minx with lifeless-looking fur. Nothing like my rich green coat. "How ya doin' t'day, squirt?" He rumbles in a mocking tone. I close my eyes. "Lucas, my name is Fortuano." He laughs. "Yeh, and ah'm the King of Ireland. Oh wait, that's you." I grit my teeth. Just because I'm green and 'lucky', all the minxes assume I'm Irish. Well, I'm not, but they won't listen. "Lucas, you know very well that I'm not Irish." He grunts. "Oh, I be rich handsome forest-grass colored minx who's name is NOT squirt, despite me bein' tiny. Oh nah, my name be the 'Fortuano' 'cause of that I'm soooooo lucky, yup." He mocks in a high voice. I snort. "I do not sound like that, thank you very much. I believe my grammar is more.... refined than that." To this he only winks at me. But his eye is off-centered and he looks a bit lopsided. "Kid, ah'm named Bull, naw 'Lucas'. Fancy dat?"

That is how most non-enclosure mornings go. In general. With rare exceptions. But today is special. Today is an enclosure day. Today I get to see Myriad. Oh, she's wonderful. She has soft blue fur and wonderful silver eyes.. oh...

I get lifted up out of my cage and placed on a table. The compulsory exam before entering the presence of other animals. I'm used to it.
The white-coated men comb me, examine my ears and paws, stick something sharp into my tail which hurts for a moment but then is fine. They check my hurt leg, which is doing fine today. Then they prepare a small thin stick with yellow liquid inside. It is known as "The Pricker" by all the other inmates. They pause a moment, looking over me, then plunge it into my rear. Pain shoots through me and the men press down on the top, pushing the liquid inside me. It stings. They pull the needle out and wipe the stain off my fur, then plop me into the enclosure. I'm free to go.

As soon as I sit down, I see Myriad. She's wincing. I rush over to her. "Anything wrong?" She grimaces. "My exam was tough today. New men. They were rougher. But I'm fine." I smile and we walk into the enclosure together. This is my life, and I love it.

Congratulations, bagozago!
Fabulous story! I think you more than deserve this minx!
There is a new minx in den one:

OMG I ACTUALLY GOT HIM!?!?!?!!!!!!??!!!

Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

[ede]

Hehehe, I'm glad you like him!
c:

[alliant]

Hehehe, I'm glad you like him!
c:

I LOVE him! He's so sweet! <3

[ede]

The board game begins! Good luck, all players!

ROUND ONE
If you any questions to answer, please post them after this post!

Firedancer77's Turn


You rolled a 1 and landed on a card:

Must be beginner's luck!
As your minx leaves the start, he finds a mango! Move ahead 2 spots
27 spaces to go!

Sabrina's Turn


You rolled a 6 and landed on a card:

What do minx eat?
If you get it correct, you will move forward two spaces.
If you get it wrong, you will move back one!

A. Fish
B. Small insects
C. Both

24 spaces to go!

Alantica's Turn


You rolled a 5 and landed on a card:
Your minx found three fruit.
One will move you back 2 spaces, one will move you back 5 spaces,
and one will move you forward 2 spaces. Which one will move you forward?

A. B. C.

24 spaces to go!

Josie's Turn


You rolled a 2 and landed on a card:

How big can minx get?
A. 40cm
B. 50m
C. 50cm.
If you get it correct, you will move forward two spaces.
If you get it wrong, you will move back one!

28 spaces to go!