User blog:ImLonely/Notices!

Part 1

Okay, so, it's time to announce the winner of the art contest. Everybody who participated did a fantastic job - well done! You will all receive a prize via AJ. If you entered this contest, please leave your AJ username in the comments.

However, there can only be one winner. It was such a tough choice, but the main prize goes to...

Dragonheart2375! Well done. Not just to dragon, but to all of you!

Part 2

Eyy, so, I've been camping this past week and I have a rather scary story to tell y'all...

So, we arrived and set up camp. We made fire and roasted marshmallows, you know, the traditional camping stuff. We then slept without any trouble.

On the second night, I just lit the campfire when I saw a man in the trees. He came up to our camp, staggering. He wasn't injured, he was drunk. He had a half-drunk bottle of beer in his hand, and he was laughing to himself. He came up to me and waved, before passing out at my feet. I wasn't sure what to do, so I dragged him onto a pile of leaves, leaning his back against a tree. I grabbed some water from the lake and threw it on him, to try revive him. Seeing as I was in Scotland, it's practically as cold as the Arctic, so I wasn't surprised to see his eyes shoot open when I poured the freezing water onto him.

He got up quite quickly, cursing. He then threw his bottle onto the ground, mumbling something. This made me angry. I asked him to pick it up but he said no. I picked it up and questioned him, asking him where he came from and why he was here. He just shrugged and walked to our campfire. (Slightly disturbing part ahead...) he then unzipped his trousers and pissed all over the campfire. I looked away, in disgust. He then started to say really inappropriate things to me, while zipping his trousers up. This was a step too far, so I drew my arm back, with the bottle in my hand, and hurled it at his head. You may think that's cruel, but he deserved it after what he said.

He swore at me and started swinging his fists blindly at me, but seeing as he was very small for a man his age, and I'm quite tall, I just placed my hand on his head to hold him back. It must of looked hilarious, seeing a tiny man trying to punch a girl that was easily holding him back by his head. His fists were swinging by my neck, not my face.

Out of the bushes came another man, but I recognised him. He was the landlord. He rushed over to me, cursing at the drunk man and apologising to me. He then told me that he was camping with his mates in the woods and that Spencer, the drunk man, had gotten into a fight and run off.

The landlord offered me a refund, but there was no need. I've been in worse situations. Looking back at it, it was startling at the time, but easy to handle.

All in all, I seem to be an incredible unfortunate person when it comes to dangerous situations. I've been in too many. If you would like to heard them, please tell me in the comments. If I do end up telling you more stories, I promise that they are real. Many of my friends think I'm lying for attention, but actually, I hate being in the centre of attention. 13 can confirm that my stories are 100% true, as she has either seen the event or been involved with it herself.

Eyy, that's all from me now. Just another well done to everyone who entered my art contest.

Adios!