Topic: Big Bounty: 1,000 BTC (One Thousand BTC) Shared Among A Small Group Of Writers. - page 2. (Read 7317 times)
June 01, 2011, 09:14:36 AM
He could easily prove possession of 1000BTC by giving a current adress where it resides, and a new adress where it will reside. Post this information on the forum an hour before actually sending the 1000BTC to your new adress. Put your money where your mouth is.
May 31, 2011, 09:53:37 PM
As spring days lengthen,
business men drink more sake.
Shit like this appears.
business men drink more sake.
Shit like this appears.
May 17, 2011, 07:14:44 PM
Wow, I've never seen anyone on the face of this planet write in a complete circle OP's post just fried my brain completely...
May 17, 2011, 02:50:26 PM
I'm just posting to raise awareness of the likelihood that this is a scam, and is rather common for freelance writers to encounter. The competition held asks for contestants to contribute stories, which will be evaluated for a winner or winners, but all the contributed works are "owned" by the competition organizers. Since there is such little information on the rules for this competition, I would be very leery about submitting any creative works. Let's not forget the proclaimed bounty isn't even available: rather, it's purported to be accrued through the first "batch" of investor solicitation.
It's a technique to generate free content.
Don't forget the four golden words: F*ck you, pay me. (vimeo). It's a video on the importance of contracts, pretty decent talk.
It's a technique to generate free content.
Don't forget the four golden words: F*ck you, pay me. (vimeo). It's a video on the importance of contracts, pretty decent talk.
May 17, 2011, 02:49:05 PM
Obvious scam. Move along.
May 17, 2011, 11:48:33 AM
I am interested.
May 17, 2011, 10:52:40 AM
I haven't seen writing this overly descriptive since my one and only encounter with a friend's pulp-romance novel.
May 17, 2011, 07:16:22 AM
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".
Lol, "fist time". 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".
May 17, 2011, 05:05:38 AM
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".
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".
May 17, 2011, 02:42:08 AM
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 =)
I'd happily underbid you at 50btc if Bit_Happy is looking for a chance to demonstrate his or her commitment to this project. I have to say, even a little punctuation would go a long way to improving readability. 
May 16, 2011, 08:44:46 PM
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 =)
May 16, 2011, 08:31:34 PM
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.
My writing style is a bit unusual, this is one reason you see such a large bounty proposed for Good Writers.
We have clearly established a need for clear writing skill, so let's look at the next section.
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.
Over a year ago Bitcoin was a genuine Once-In-A-Lifetime moment for people who acted decisively at the right time.
Is anyone having trouble fully understanding this section? If so, I will expand upon it more before we tackle the rest.
May 13, 2011, 06:31:35 PM
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.
+1
May 13, 2011, 03:58:14 PM
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.
May 13, 2011, 03:53:47 PM
I'd settle for an explanation that actually makes some sense.
Especially for a business based on writing, the introductory post should be comprehensible. 
May 13, 2011, 03:39:57 PM
I'd settle for an explanation that actually makes some sense.
May 13, 2011, 03:32:28 PM
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 think we have a winner right here. 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.
May 13, 2011, 03:02:25 PM
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.
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.
May 13, 2011, 12:03:34 PM
May 13, 2011, 11:59:12 AM
It was a dark and stormy night...
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