Alright, so the short of it is that I want to hear - from all of you - your best memory of IcicleCraft. The rules are simple enough:
Don't break rules with the telling of the memory.
Don't include a memory that broke rules.
Quality over length; grammar, spelling, and word order will help.
I may need to ask for translators for parts where a lot of Swedish gets involved, and I'll be stepping back from this not-quite-competition. There will be prizes to be won, from my own hands, but as to what those prizes are, well... ...you'll just have to recount the story to find out, now, won't you? I will spoil this much: All who participate get a prize.
The due date is February 9th, 23:59:59 EST (GMT-5) - or, in other words, anytime before February 10th. This is non-negotiable. Other than that, have fun, and I can't wait to see all the stories everyone brings. =3
We're in the next period for our bi-monthly events! Seeing as more of you have been active the last week or so I am posting this now in order for everyone to be able to suggest event ideas. Be sure to do so ASAP so we can plan accordingly
Server up and running again!
The server will be unavailable this Thursday, 5/1-17, starting 1 PM CET (GMT+1). This is a planned maintenance as we will perform a few "under the hood" upgrades for the server. Estimated downtime is set to be between 3-4 hours to allow us to check everything before the server open again to the public.
The staff members of IcicleCraft wishes everyone a great Happy New Year! Hope all of you have a great time today wherever you may be! Enjoy yourself!
We have lots of new stuff around the corner for 2017, hope to see you there!
Don't forget to use the Holiday coupon on our store (25% off) by entering "iciclecraft2017". The coupon will end 8th of January.
Since time began, Mother Earth tilts further from the great fiery flame in the sky and hibernates to the sound of cold winds and frozen weather; thus the season of Winter makes its stage appearance. As she wraps herself in her white blanket to rest for Spring, the slumbering spirits in the hills and forests jump at the opportunity of her diminishing influence on the lands. Joyous in their short freedom, they linger and run amok, sapping the ground of its natural warmth and brew strong storms. They call to the awakened snow spirits in the sky, beckoning them to join them in playfulness on the cool soil. Dash! Dash! They tumble downward, the race ventures on and eagerness takes them. They batter onto trees, homes, and wherever the winds takes them. Finally tired and weary from their fun, the spirits slow their dance until silence remains. The white stillness blankets the field of vision, and slowly those of this realm begin to emerge from the absence of otherworldly things. And so...