Atlantic Llama Festival 2010 Commemorative Statue - Storytelling Second Place Runner Up
Atlantic Llama Festival 2010 Commemorative Statue - Storytelling Second Place Runner Up
| Rare Item | |
| Type | EM Item |
| Date | 2010 |
| Season | 8 |
| Shard | Atlantic |
| Quantity | 1 |
| Currently Spawning | No |
| Japanese localized name | Atlantic Llama Festival 2010 Commemorative Statue - Storytelling Second Place Runner Up |
| Extended Information | |
| Graphic | 8438 |
| Hue | 1050 |
| Height | 0 |
| Dyable | No |
| Edible | No |
| Stackable | No |
| Turnable | No |
| Wearable | No |
| Wieldable | No |
| Works as a container | No |
| Works as a runebook | No |
| Works as a spellbook | No |
| Effects | |
| Animated | No |
| Double-click Effect | Yes |
| Ethereal | No |
| Sound | No |
| Translucent | No |
| Walk-over Effect | No |
| Special Item Flags | |
| Newbiefied | No |
| Legal to Own | Yes |
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[ Charges:
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Shoots fireworks when double clicked. The initial number of charges was below 50, but the count increases each time the statue is double clicked.
The winning story was by Chad Sexington:
A llama saved my life. A story of bravery, romance, betrayal, heartbreak, and survival.
"It was a dark and stormy night. *waves hands around mysteriously* The wind was howling and the thunder was cracking. Something was in the air and I should have seen it coming. Why, OH WHY didn’t I see it coming. So there I was having dinner with my wife, Mrs. Sexington. The table was set and the food smelled delicious. Something outside was scratching the window. –But wait! Doesn’t she know that I can’t eat dinner without throwing up if I didn’t have my lucky longsword with me? I ask her to get it from the bedroom for me and she gladly agrees. (She’s so good to me. I don’t deserve her.) I’m alone now and the scratching is getting louder. She returns and we’re ready to eat. –But wait! How am I supposed to eat without my favorite kilt? She gladly goes to the bedroom a second time and again, the scratches keep getting louder. She returns with a bag in her hand and a look of confusion on her face. Again, the scratches get even louder. What could it be? Was it a monster? Werewolf? Pk’s with fabulous neon clothes? The look of confusion now turns into disgust. From confusion to disgust and now anger, she finally speaks, “Is this… WOMAN’S UNDERPANTS!?!?” I jump out of my seat and fling open the front door. I hop onto the noisy llama and ride off into the night. And THAT was the day a llama saved my life."
