We leave you a new contest from the hand of Panini Comics the prizes are 5 to 8 books to distribute: Thrall or Heart of the Wolf; or Maybe one of your collection. You can read the rules after the jump.
What is the contest about?
In these raffles we will value your writing skills, in any of the modalities. In all modes the theme is the history of Warcraft. It may have something to do with the books we raffle or not, the new expansion, the Panda ... which is closely related to World of Warcraft. Poems or prose, metaphors, all kinds of literary devices are accepted. The important thing is to get the reader a little Warcraft feeling.
It is not so difficult. Now I will explain better what you should do. In the comments of this article you can leave your creations, with a maximum of 500 words.
With the new comment system, in addition to our opinion when evaluating the texts, we will have . Take into account the votes that are received (although it is not the most important thing, not by having more votes does you ensure you are the winner) So call your brotherhood to help you 😉
F&Q round (upgradeable as your comments arrive)
Bear in mind that we give the maximum that the texts must have in each modality, that does not mean that they cannot be shorter (example: you can write a text of 50 words in the comments). But yes, you cannot use the same text for several categories.
Only those players who are selected by our team and have all their data in the web profile will be awarded, we are not magicians and we can guess your email, facebook or twitter ... therefore those who do not have any contact information will be discarded.
How will the winners be chosen?
The winners will be chosen by vote among members of the team. GuíasWoW and some collaborators (non-participants) specially designated for this purpose.
The most important: The spelling mistakes !! We understand that a tilde (or more than one), some vob, or logical things when writing can happen to anyone. But we will not admit texts that are not cared for in their form, however literary or fantastic they may be. Although on Twitter we will be able to pass some word shortening, we will not allow things like "x" instead of "by", "k" instead of "that" or similar in the other categories. Obviously, texts of the style: "Hamijos, zu gueb esla mejor I read all day" will be directly deleted. Complete texts in capital letters will not be accepted either.
In short, we ask for a bit of decency and presentation in the writings.
Once the spelling filter is passed, we move on to the important thing: the content! As we have explained, the content must be literary based on the World of Warcraft, it can be integrated into the story or from outside of it, such as a player's anecdote. The important thing is that the text really tells something interesting. It is not necessary to embellish the text with millions of flourishes, sometimes the simplest text can reach the receiver in the best way.
If there is any doubt, you already know where the comments are.
Can we participate if we are from another country?
Yes, but unfortunately they will not be able to opt for Panini novels or books, since they cannot make shipments outside of Spain, however who knows if you like something from the Blizzard Store ... you still have to.
What is the deadline for the contest?
On Sunday, March 25 at 23:59:59, the reception period closes and the winner will be announced on Monday, as soon as possible.
Note: Periodically I will erase the comments that are not the ones that participate and I will put the questions in the article, so that everything is as clear as possible.
Get your scrolls, the inscribers' ink, and a feather from your gryphon or wyvern. Luck!
I would love to participate in this contest. I am registered on the web, but I do not know where I have to access to register all my data, since the only thing I have entered has been my username and password. If you could tell me as soon as possible, the better, so I would get with the story that I want to present, thank you very much
your facebook is enough, we only ask for one of these: facebook, twitter or email
Thanks for the reply
What looked like it was going to be a simple mission to collect
a few ores for his goblin partner was turning into a
real nightmare. He continued walking among the swampy waters of Marjal
Dustwallow as he cursed the time he had teamed up with Zeppo
Nut and his outlandish ideas. He was inventive. She, the
materials. They had already told him that it was not a good idea for a gnome and a
goblin to associate, but no, she ignored them, just for a little
gold, just for a little more fun.
He continued to make his way until he finally saw the cave that
Zeppo had told him, a large opening in the rock. A stinking opening.
Supposedly there he would find the mineral that Zeppo needed for his next
experiment. Before there used to be dragons around the area, or at least dragons
he had been told, but the goblin insisted that they had all gone to
I do not know what war in the North and that it was necessary to take advantage of the moment to loot
area. Too bad, that took away the excitement of the matter. I had gone looking for adventure
And now he found himself breaking stone in a dark, dank, smelly cave,
with the addition that the maximum danger that could happen to her was to be attacked
by a flock of bats.
Resigned Knives went into the cave with the beak in the
hand. As it entered the depths the temperature began to rise
rise, and dense vapors rose from the ground. To be a cave
uninhabited there were many remains of bones in the corners and it also seemed
as if dragging noises are heard. He finally found what he was looking for, a
large ore of the strange mineral that Zeppo was looking for. I was going to start itching
when a roar behind her startled her.
He turned slowly and there was a dragon. No one
one of the largest of its kind, perhaps a baby that was just starting to pull out its second fangs, but still quite large considering
counts the size of a gnome. He released the beak that fell with a great crash into the
I usually. His eyes began to glow with excitement. Finally some adventure, excitement and danger.
He quickly seized his great ax and charged with a maddened
smile on his lips.
The elves. The oldest race in the world, but not the wisest for that.
-He appears sitting under a large tree in Teldrassil, in the village where he first saw heaven and earth (Cañada Umbría). He looks at the thoughtful horizon, his gaze is not focused on something in particular, but is lost in the distance of the forests and in the murmur of the trees, he listens carefully to the "talking" of the leaves with the wind and then start writing ... -
I have been on this world for many years, among its roots, its trees, its lands ...
I have seen an infinity of facts, of moments, I have known how I have lost beings with whom I have shared all those moments that have marked me throughout my long life throughout the world of Azeroth. As a night elf, I have dedicated my life to reclaiming our most sacred and ancient treasure - "the gift of immortality" - that we lost through our own greed, forgetting to hear the rustle of the trees or the cries of the earth.
These notes that I write tonight, with the moon looking at me. These are the thoughts that she has kept for me throughout my life until the day came when I sat in front of her and thanked her for her protection in the battles where she has seen me fight for a better world, both for my people and for myself. ...
Being a hunter, hunters have a closer affinity with the world that surrounds us and with the beings that live in it, we can feel the last beats that remain of life to one of the largest cats that roam the dark nights of the forests, like the heartbreaking cry that a tree emits when it falls to the ground by hands that only know how to destroy rather than build, by hands that burn life instead of making it flourish. Our aim is unbeatable, we can see through the deep clouds and the rocky mountains, but we can even see through other beings, see their deepest feelings that at the same time are connected in some way or another with the world around them. .
War does not bring peace, but lulls it to sleep, until it finally breaks out. Sometimes I wonder if our longevity is a curse or a gift that the gods gave us to ...
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