NationStates Jolt Archive


Chelonians for Charity

The Shoebox
02-01-2004, 01:55
Come one, come all to the first ever Chelonians for Charity race! What is this? A race for charity? How odd!

But how does it work, you ask? And what in the world is a Chelonian? Simple: A Chelonian is a member of the reptile family that includes turtles and tortoises. Each nation that chooses to register (paying a flat entry fee of $10 or the equivalent in national currency) fields a Chelonian (in this case, turtle) jockey in the form of their national animal. For example, the Free People of The Shoebox (who will not participate for reasons of fairness) would mount a crimson canary (special arrangements can be made for over-sized national animals).

Also, any nation wishing to sell a national product such as cheese may pay $50 (or equivalent) for a stall and attempt to hock their wares to race goers and jockeys alike.

All proceeds (both entry fees and payment for stalls) will be donated to a charity (not military operation or government fund) of the winner’s selection. The event, taking place in Rimfall, will be hosted by the Free People of The Shoebox on January 3 with the introductions taking place at 2100 EST (0200 GMT) and the race kicking off at 2130 EST (0230 GMT).

So sign up immediately - registration ends three hours before the race begins! (To register, please leave the name and species of your jockey – MUST be national animal – the charity you wish to support, and the $10/equivalent fee; to procure a stall, please leave the name of your product and the $50/equivalent – there will be no sale of live merchandise).

Thank you,
The Grande Lace of The Free People of the Shoebox


Registration Confirmation:

The Empire of Circulus Lacteus - Lacteus Dragon
Circulus Lacteus
02-01-2004, 02:14
As a nation in the Rimfall region, The Empire of Circulus Lacteus would love to be a part of Chelonians for Charity. I will donate my winnings(that is, if my nation wins) to the Society for the Protection of Porkbuns.

*hands over 15 lux*

Oh, and my jockey will be the Lactean dragon. I am sure we have some baby dragons of the right size to mount a turtle. Circulus Lacteus does not require any sort of stall at the moment to sell our wares, but thanks for the offer, Shoebox.

My Empire looks forward to the Third!

Signed,
The Most Humble Empress of Circulus Lacteus
The Shoebox
03-01-2004, 01:31
Bump! :)
The Shoebox
04-01-2004, 02:44
*Grande Lace strolls out onto platform, clipboard in hand*

“Well, registration has ended!” *glances at clipboard* “Oh, um…Well it rather seems as if the Empire of Circulus Lacteus wins by default…” *gathers thoughts* “Well, in that case, the awards ceremony will be held at 2100!”

*strolls off platform, shaking head*
The Shoebox
04-01-2004, 02:44
*Grande Lace strolls out onto platform, clipboard in hand*

“Well, registration has ended!” *glances at clipboard* “Oh, um…Well it rather seems as if the Empire of Circulus Lacteus wins by default…” *gathers thoughts* “Well, in that case, the awards ceremony will be held at 2100!”

*strolls off platform, shaking head*
The Shoebox
04-01-2004, 03:33
*Grande Lace walks out onto platform, smiling warmly*

Welcome one – I’d say all, as well, but it seems to be just one in this case – to the Chelonians for Charity Awards! Due to the total lack of enthusiasm for anything slightly resembling charity from the international for anything slightly resembling charity, the generous, benevolent, and gracious Empire of Circulus Lacteus wins the race by default. Al the winnings will go to the nation’s charity of choice….

*drumroll as the Grande Lace opens an envelope*

…The Society for the Protection of Porkbuns!

*applause track due to the total lack of attendance*

Congratulations to both the Empire for its grand generosity and the Society, which will be receiving the proceeds of the event….a grand total of 15 lux! I’m sure you’ll find something wonderful to do with this money…buy napkins, perhaps?

Once again, thank you for your attendance and participation (or not!), and have a wonderful evening. Congratulations to all involved parties!

*Grande Lace leaves. As no one is there, no one cares*