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3) The first batch of writing will be related to our crowd-funding efforts. Almost the entire bounty will come from 'investors' and early adopters.

I leaned back in my seat, pleased with the outcome. I had written a piece and been accepted by a user known only as "Bit_Happy" to come with him on an Epic Adventure sure to be filled with great peril and toil, but in which I would receive a reward greater than that which I could imagine.

I suddenly got an acute feeling of nervousness. What had I gotten myself into? A scam? Some nutter's pipe dream? I was determined to find out, and had to stick with it, no matter what got in my way. I had to be The Writer.

It was a dark and stormy night...

Fucking scammers.
Reggie's mouse pointer moved directly to the delete button in a well-practiced motion, then paused.  Being a moderator was heavy with the weight of not crucifying users just because you'd sold all your bitcoins 1/6th of the way up its recent meteoric rise.

He rescanned the lengthy and inscrutable post--there was no overt scam here.  So what was it?  Something about the pacing didn't sit right with him.  Instinctively, he began checking the first letters of each sentence, then the last ones.  He dumped the text into a custom program sitting open on his desktop and flipped through every letter interval from 3 to 30.  Nothing!  But the frequency counts showed he was on to something.
Nobody uses that many w's.

He switched to a terminal and his fingers began spewing Python like molten lava.  For 20 minutes he coded feverishly, dead to the world.  Then suddenly--that was it.  He stared purposefully at the vestal missive laid bare on his monitor, the words sinking slowly into his pulsing cerebellum.  He didn't think he'd be going into work tomorrow.

I'd settle for an explanation that actually makes some sense.

I don't usually take it as a good sign when someone goes to such trouble to get you excited while giving out as little info as possible regarding what it is you should be excited about.

I'd settle for an explanation that actually makes some sense.

Hello All,
My writing style is a bit unusual, this is one reason you see such a large bounty proposed for Good Writers.

In it's current state Bitcoin offers us a fantastic world of opportunities.
Over a year ago Bitcoin was a genuine Once-In-A-Lifetime moment for people who acted decisively at the right time.

I'm a professional writer and will attempt to edit the originator's post for 100btc.  I could've written a more cogent narrative on LSD =)

Whatever could it all mean, the words were there but they faded in and out of meaning. My brain hummed to the tune of five heaving video cards cooking numbers in the wires. Maybe I was seeing it all backwards, that I was mistaken and confused, It would not be the fist time that this had happened. The seconds melted into minutes, thoughts rolled across my mind like puzzle pieces being strewn across an irregular landscape of moving color and sound. A brightly illuminated gentleman swam over to me as I floated aloft on my back, pulling on my pant legs he motioned me towards a small door on the horizon. What was this door, was it the way I had been looking for?

As it grew closer I got the warm sensation that toast gave on a crisp morning laced with dew and bird chatter, a singing tone rung out from beneath me and the illuminated gentleman ducked under for a quick peak. This murmur grew more and more vivid, the wash of detail more and more in focus. They were telling me to pay close attention and at the same time to let my thoughts wain over the banks of accepted discourse and through the deep undergrowth of my hidden alleyways.

"How obscure" I murmured to myself, "It's a test".

Whatever could it all mean, the words were there but they faded in and out of meaning. My brain hummed to the tune of five heaving video cards cooking numbers in the wires. Maybe I was seeing it all backwards, that I was mistaken and confused, It would not be the fist time that this had happened. The seconds melted into minutes, thoughts rolled across my mind like puzzle pieces being strewn across an irregular landscape of moving color and sound. A brightly illuminated gentleman swam over to me as I floated aloft on my back, pulling on my pant legs he motioned me towards a small door on the horizon. What was this door, was it the way I had been looking for?

As it grew closer I got the warm sensation that toast gave on a crisp morning laced with dew and bird chatter, a singing tone rung out from beneath me and the illuminated gentleman ducked under for a quick peak. This murmur grew more and more vivid, the wash of detail more and more in focus. They were telling me to pay close attention and at the same time to let my thoughts wain over the banks of accepted discourse and through the deep undergrowth of my hidden alleyways.

"How obscure" I murmured to myself, "It's a test".

I'm a professional writer and will attempt to edit the originator's post for 100btc.  I could've written a more cogent narrative on LSD =)

In fact, why not cut to the chase:

http://www.workableweb.com/_pages/tips_how_to_write_good.htm

The real question is:

If we are so interested, why don't we pool together and bypass Bit_Happy?

I have 17.04 BTC. I will put 1000 dobits (.001 BTC each) if 33 put in 99,000 dobits.

The pool is to be split in two.

50% for future pool events.

50% for distribution - prize: decent starter GPU rig at 33% of average mining power or 80% of 50%. It may require several cycles to actually get it for them.

Hell, if someone's going to give me BTC in exchange for writing crazy crap, I don't particularly care who's giving it or why. But then, it's never been clear what kind of crap can expect to receive a reward anyway, or whether there even is a meaningful reward. So far the thread has just been people posting crazy crap, and I include to OP in that statement.

...That's a rough translation of the Voynich manuscript, he said...

Oh, this thread is still alive. Astonishing!

Will you announce the "winners"? You said that there was a 10 days limit, I think it is done now ;-)

Thank you for you interest ploum, I invite you to quote sections from my OP, and discuss (in detail) which parts you think are Astonishing!

The fact that you claim there will be a 1000BTC bounty while, at the same time, you add The Bitcoin Sun to your sig in order to receive 0.1BTC  ;D

The money comes from ...'investors', crowd-funding, early adopters, and other sources of funding.
That detail is clearly seen in the OP.

I don't remember that those details were there when I wrote my own post. In fact, reading your first post is like tap-dancing on quick-sand.  Did your post have a life on its own? It seems to grow, to evolve by itself. It's alive! It's aliiiiiiive!

That line has been there the whole time.
Attention to detail is a valuable skill, do you have it?

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"How obscure" I murmured to myself, "It's a test".
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I'm a professional writer and will attempt to edit the originator's post for 100btc.  I could've written a more cogent narrative on LSD =)

Fred was a mini-dwarf bunny. He was never to grow bigger than his friends and was always picked on. Fred remembers when he was younger and all of the bunnies were the same and the fun they've had.

*2 years ago*

'Fred, let's go to Farmer John's place and dig up some carrots.', said Sid, a little scamp of a rabbit. Fred joined up with Sid and went to over to visit Farmer John.

'Are you sure about this? I mean, Farmer John doesn't like it when we eat his food.', worried Fred. He glanced over at Sid and noticed him snickering under his breath.

'You can't be serious, Fred. Come on, it's no big deal, look at how many carrots he has, he won't miss a few.'

'I guess you're right.', said Fred.

They arrived at Farmer John's farm and began to dig up some carrots. Several minutes later Sid and Fred were stuffed! They had eaten too much and were lazily returning to their burrow when they heard a shout. Farmer John had noticed the rabbits had eaten some of his crops and he was chasing after them.

'I told you rabbits to stay out! I can't have you critters eating my crops. Git out!', yelled Farmer John as he chased after them with a rake.

Fred and Sid high-tailed it out of there and returned safely to their burrow. They told their friends what happened and laughed all night about the adventure, it really was fun.

*Present Day*

As time past, Fred noticed that Sid was getting bigger and bigger and that he himself was not. Fred tried to join in with Sid's gang and tried to hang out with them, but Sid shunned him, not wanting to be seen with such a munchkin rabbit.

'Fred, look, we can't hang out anymore. You just aren't cool enough and ever since Farmer John moved away, we really have nothing to do anymore. You're just not big enough to hang with the cool guys.', said Sid solemnly to Fred.

'That's not fair! We've been friends for years and now you're distancing yourself from me because of my size? I thought we were friends, Sid. I thought we were friends...', wimpered Fred as he scuttled away.

Fred went to his burrow and contemplated what to do with this life. He noticed that Sid and his gang were having kids left and right and extending their family. Fred was sitting in his home all alone, alone with nothing but his pain and thoughts.

Fred was hopping along side of the outskirts of his pack and noticed a guy drop a plastic baggy on the ground as he was running away from a man in blue. Fred went to where the baggy was and sniffed it, wondering if it was food. Instantly, Fred felt amazing. All of his worries and problems disappeared. Nothing bothered him anymore and he felt like he could do anything!

He took the bag and began going home, not knowing what the contents of the bag was. Over the next few days, Sid noticed that Fred was acting very strange. Sometimes he'd be hyper and other times he'd be strung out and hardly move. Sid was worried about Fred, but couldn't let his gang know about this.

Weeks passed by and Fred was becoming more and more irrational. He started talking to Shawanda, a local hooker in the rabbit community. Shawanda doesn't have a mate, no one really knows her origin or history, but it seems the lonely and desperate go to her for a good time.

Shawanda noticed Fred sniffing something white from a plastic bag and asked what it was. Fred decided to give Shawanda a little try to boost his chances with her. She instantly fell in love with this strange substance and craved more. Fred, being a little devilish now, rubbed some of the white powder on his privates and went to town.

The orgasm they both felt was nothing like they've felt before. Fred was going insane with his new addiction and was having his way with all the females in town, even those with families. The female rabbits didn't know what was going on but after they had experienced some of Fred's prowess, they wanted more.

A few days later, Sid found Fred's baggy and confronted him about it.

'Fred, what is this? Are you doing cocaine? This isn't good, man, this shit will kill you.', exclaimed Sid, in a worried tone. Fred took no notice of Sid's presence and continued to ignore him. Finally, Sid took the plastic bag and spilled the contents on the ground.

'Sid, what the FUCK man!? You're going to pay for that! I was having the time of my life when you constantly ignored me. This 'cocaine' as you put it was my escape. I had all the women I wanted. I pimped them out to other rabbits for carrots and celery. I was living the good life until now. Now you just fucked yourself.', Fred said in a calm and collective voice.

Fred motioned towards Sid in an attempt to pay him back for what he had just done. Fred didn't want to go back to his normal existence, he didn't want to be the outcast of the group. He chased Sid outside and around the burrows.

'Fred, calm down, man. You don't have to do this!', shouted Sid as he ran to the outskirts of their colony.

Fred was gaining on Sid, he may have been small but he was much faster than Sid, especially since he lost so much weight. Sid looked around franticly, trying to find something to keep Fred away from him. Sid noticed a street and took his chances. He knew that Fred never crossed the street. He knew it was one of Fred's fears. He knew he was safe.

'You chicken shit, Sid. Get back over here so I can put you down!', yelled Fred over the sound of the roaring cars. Fred was too scared, even in his drugged up state, to cross the street. His parents always warned him to never cross it, knowing that other wildlife exist on the other side.

'Fred, listen. You can't go on like this. Can't we just talk this over?', asked Sid, in a frantic voice.

Fred, feeling a slight change in heart decided to take his chances and run across the street. He began to move when, suddenly, a car came out of no where and almost ran him over. He took a few steps back and thought about this. He decided he wanted to cross this street and face his fears and his former friend.

Fred hopped across the street, dodging cars and holes in the ground, not wanting to trip or get stuck. He finally made it to the other side with Sid and looked into his eyes.

'Sid, I'm sorry. You were right, I was out of my mind on that stuff. Thank you for showing me the way and helping me face my fear. I crossed the street! This is a far bigger high than that white stuff.', said Fred, excited and gasping for air.

'It's okay, man. Let's head back.', Sid replied.

'Ah hah! I see you, you won't get away this time.'

Fred and Sid spun around to see Farmer John there. They turned around and began hopping away when they heard a thunderous clap.

Fred lied there, bleeding. He looked over at Sid, eyes glazed over and motionless.

'You're still my best friend, Sid', said Fred, with his last breath.

The End.