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;Dark; wrote:.: One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure :.
Username: DarkStormer, I'm positive you haven't forgot xD
Name: Screech
Gender: Female
How did he/she get their wristband?:
Screech trekked over to the Jammy Pup Carnival, her eyes wide with excitement. "I know I'll get something! I just know it!" The pup smiled widely as she approached the entrance. In the air, a candy-smelling scent wafted over her. "Mmm..." Screech looked over, and saw ring-toss game. She gasped as she saw plushies hanging across the wall as prizes. As the young Jammy Pup came closer, she could hear the callings of the game-header. "Three rings for one Jammy Dollar! Win fun prizes!" Then Screech looked over, and ran to the header, handing one Jammy Dollar. The game-header nodded, and handed three rings. One went by, missed. Another went by, missed by a hair. The third went by, got on the bottle, but flung itself off. After 20 Jammy Dollars worth of tries, all Screech got was sadness. "Better luck next time," the game-header snickered as he stroked his Jammy Dollars. After that, Screech smelled the trash cans. Gooey, sticky, horrid stench. But as she walked over, the young Jammy Pup noticed something -- a wristband. Cool! Screech thought to herself, and put it on. It stank from the trash, but it was worth it. Much better than some old Carnival junk! She hopped around excitedly, until the moon came up. What a nice day...

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Just saying, I am male o3o
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[size=85][color=#4000BF] [b]*~[/b] text here[/color][/size][/center];Dark; wrote:.: One Man's Trash is Another Man's Treasure :.
Username: DarkStormer, I'm positive you haven't forgot xD
Name: Screech
Gender: Female
How did he/she get their wristband?:
Screech trekked over to the Jammy Pup Carnival, her eyes wide with excitement. "I know I'll get something! I just know it!" The pup smiled widely as she approached the entrance. In the air, a candy-smelling scent wafted over her. "Mmm..." Screech looked over, and saw ring-toss game. She gasped as she saw plushies hanging across the wall as prizes. As the young Jammy Pup came closer, she could hear the callings of the game-header. "Three rings for one Jammy Dollar! Win fun prizes!" Then Screech looked over, and ran to the header, handing one Jammy Dollar. The game-header nodded, and handed three rings. One went by, missed. Another went by, missed by a hair. The third went by, got on the bottle, but flung itself off. After 20 Jammy Dollars worth of tries, all Screech got was sadness. "Better luck next time," the game-header snickered as he stroked his Jammy Dollars. After that, Screech smelled the trash cans. Gooey, sticky, horrid stench. But as she walked over, the young Jammy Pup noticed something -- a wristband. Cool! Screech thought to herself, and put it on. It stank from the trash, but it was worth it. Much better than some old Carnival junk! She hopped around excitedly, until the moon came up. What a nice day...
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