All these comments to be posted just for the sake of adding comments are rather tiring for the Admins. We have other things we need to do besides post comments. The more you send, the slower the overall posting may be.

Admin

Oh, sorry. How about instead, you have to join the thread? 

I don't understand what you're asking.

Admin

I don't think that's quite right...

I will only do picturings for CBers who decide to join the Longest Thread Ever mission. The link is here: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/190823

Thats ridiculous. No way. Bribery. Trickery. I will not fall for such nonsense. Someone else can do me a perfectly good picture without such silly payment. 

Thanks!

We're actually writing some pretty good stuff there! We did SIs, picturing, RRs, you name it! We're now even doing fantasy CBer picturings! They're amazing! Here's an example, done by Icy:

Booksy Owly:

It's twilight. The moon sits proudly in the sky above a forest of blooming trees of white and pink hues, spread across the ground like a thick coat of snow on the lush, green grass. 

A single blossom drops from a tree, falling slowly.....

And then an aurora borealis bursts into appearance in the sky, it's streaks of light painted by some heavenly, godly paintbrush that only uses soft, sweeping strokes. It fills the sky with multicolored light, dancing around the sky in it's glory and light, hues of purple, pink, magenta...all magnified.

And something tumbles out of the borealis, swooping through the sky. Only something with the ears of a bird, flying past, could hear it murmur, "Yes, right portal this time..." And it gets bigger, and bigger, as it flies closer to the forest of blooming trees, untill it appears to be an owl.

But not all is as it seems.

The owl lands on a tree branch, and unfolds its wings....and the aurora borealis descends, moving slowly and shrinking, falling from the sky to wrap around the owl like a cloak as it transforms.....and the borealis shrinks untill it is nothing, and then in the Owl's place, you can see...is a human.

She pushes her curtain of glossy brown hair out of her face and unfolds large, feathered blown wings from her back, and, looking around with sharp brown eyes, swoops down from the tree and to the roots.

The tree is the biggest in the forest, towering above all other trees, bigger than a redwood, and she gently swoops to the bottom of it and, landing on the ground, reaches towards her wing.

Plucking a single feather from her wing, she dusts it on the tree, and in a flash of purple light, there's a door in the tree. She turns the knob and walks into her home.

~~~

So yeah, I think that these beat SIs. 

Now I'm the model of a modern major general, the venerated Virginian veteran whose men are lining up, to put me up on a pedestal writin' letters to relatives embelleshin' my elegance and eloquence - BUT the elephant is in the room, the truth is in your face when you hear the British cannons go BOOM!!!

Huzzah for Geroge Washington!!!!!!!!!!!!!