that’s really strange, here is what it shows to me. Do I have to activate these other currencies? I’m new on this, sorry for any stupid questions 
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Hi Igor, since you’re having problems to make your request we are making the transfer for you, so it doesn’t take too long for you to be paid and we’re upgrading Astro so all proposals there would be erased.
Here’s the link for your aproved transfer:
https://app.astrodao.com/dao/metaverse-dao.sputnik-dao.near/proposals/metaverse-dao.sputnik-dao.near-364
Have a great week!
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Question sir.? Whats the connection of your telegram in cryptovoxels sites since the link is here in forum gov site ., you can actually access the site here without using your telegram because link is here posted to attend in horror story telling time. Besides loging in in cryptovoxels no need telegram. You can used your metamask wallet too in order to clarify your identity and set up username on it. I hopes that can help.
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Hello my friend.
I tried connecting via facebook once, it did and the next time i retried, it never did again.
I may need to look for other ways to do it. Thanks for your concerns
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Great! thank you for your understanding and the prize! I hope to see you all once again at the next event, good luck, always!
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BOBO
Case Description: This report refers to a 13-year-old male subject (subject B) included in the VELVET study (Phase I, Open-Label Study On Side Effects of XXX0 Sedative in Adult Bonobos [Homo sylvestris]).
I have known patient B since conducting another recent clinical study in which he and some other participating bonobos displayed exemplary, collaborative behavior that allowed the successful completion of the research. I and other Principal Investigators from other Sites agreed, along with the Research Ethics Committee, that it would be better for the progress of a risky study such as VELVET that the subjects included were already experienced in the sometimes strenuous procedures of clinical studies. Subject B was the only patient assigned to our Site, which, apparently, contributed to the creation of a certain atmosphere of complicity among the personnel: Bobo, as we started to call the little monkey, in a matter of a few days was earning some healthy perks; a dessert here, more flexible hours there.
Subject B started taking the drug XXX0 intravenously (IV) at the maximum dose tolerated as per the Study Protocol; frequency: OD. Vital signs at baseline were normal, and the Principal Investigator did not report significant and unexpected changes in vital signs with initiation of dosing. The Sponsoring Company requested that this information be updated with accurate values of all exams performed with the patient.
It didn’t take long for a nurse to surreptitiously hand over Bobo’s first Marlboro. The stated rationale was the following: as he took the drug, Bobo began to eat less and less, even refusing desserts – something that let the team down a little. Some think that Bobo became more melancholic to accompany the climate that plagued all those people who, to their own astonishment, did not deal so well with having their treats refused by the bonobo. So it seemed like love at first sight, the smoking thing. Bobo was already puffing the cigarette he’d received after one of the doses of IV XXX0 with ease. As soon as I discovered his smoke-filled ward by smell, I pulled out my pack and began to smoke regularly in those facilities as well.
But it all turned into a really big event when Bobo started using the butts on the floor to draw intricate works of monochromatic abstract expressionism on his cubicle wall. In less than a week, it was already crowded with new goodies, the staff in an uproar, all bragging that they had given the best material for Bobo to express his creativity. Rich parents of a high school kid showing off at a New Year’s Eve party. In a short time, part of the material (crayons, gouache, colored pencils, brush…) was taken by those responsible for cleaning. Bobo now just wanted to paint in primary colors, in addition to his favorite traditional black. He chose classic, sober materials, as was his way. Oil on canvas. He painted with his fingers.
On Day 8 of Cycle 1 (C1D8), subject B was reported to exhibit depressive behavior. The Principal Investigator believes that no reduction or interruption of the doses given to the patient is necessary. It was reported that subject B started art therapy. The Sponsoring Company does not cover costs relating to any material other than that previously mutually agreed upon.
He seemed to embody the artist’s poise. Despite the initial general excitement, the dust settled with the realization that he seemed to easily return to his moments of melancholy and frozen contemplation. He smoked a lot. He ate less and less, just as needed. He didn’t spurn doses of XXX0 and lit one cigarette in the other when we were late for the injection. Of course, always courteous, he never complained directly about the schedule.
What disheartened many people was that Bobo was also proving to be an obsessed serial artist; basically he just painted the same picture. The same primary colors, arranged in an apparently abstract way, but which on a closer or negative look could reveal an explosion. Yes, an explosion of colors. Little appreciated by the critics of the clinical team that, besides some joke or another about the “Prophet Monkey”, got bored with their new toy.
And I, on the other hand, became more and more intrigued by those paintings. I spent late nights sharing cigarettes and silent hours with Bobo contemplating his paintings, which took up every corner of the place. At times it looked like he was going to cry. I learned to turn into floodgates with the professionalism of an entire career in medicine.
My relationship with the nurses soured, I realized I might as well take care of the administration of XXX0 on my own. No delays, no suffering for my partner. Maybe I should consider ascending doses. Wouldn’t he be experiencing a creative block that would only be hampering the progress of the research? I was staring at the painting I got from B when I got out of my bed in the middle of the night and went back to the Site to tell him (and apply) the news. Oh, it would be quite a night!
I felt a shiver when, before turning on the lights in the ward, I managed to make out in the dark the glowing ember of B’s cigarette. When the lights flickered, Bobo already seemed to get it all out and, in a routine mechanical gesture, sat in the chair where he was used to receive the IV dose. In those few hours, he had drawn with black ink a face in the midst of each of the explosions that inhabited that humble home. A bearded face, like mine. Bobo made me come out of a timeless catatonia, it was one of the first times he made me a distressed gesture. Let’s go! In a hurry, I prepared a syringe with the study drug. Smooth… Bobo tilts his head back in post-dose delight. He didn’t grope his cigarette with his hand. This time he picked up the freshly used syringe. As he had never done before, as in a dance. I even thought he wanted to increase the dose on the spot. My left arm jerked back in a reflex that startled us both. The bonobo held it calmly and then I sat in front of him, in a trance. Hypnosis views. By then he was already preparing the syringe with the medicine in a more capricious way than any nurse. He looked calmly into my eyes as I felt the needle prick my vein. A flood. Another hand of his landed on my leg.
As of the dawn of C2D2, subject B was no longer found in his ward. Nurses at the Site where the patient was administering the drug reported the lack of an as yet unaccounted amount of the study drug. The Principal Investigator has still not been able to be contacted by the Site staff, despite repeated attempts. The Sponsoring Company is requested to discontinue subject B in relation to the other procedures of the Protocol, as well as to open an inquiry regarding the case.
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Hi @Purpledots ! Do you want to send your story to be published in the magazine? I’m in doubt cause I can’t see the voters names, but there are seven votes, so maybe you forgot to send 
Dear writers, your NEAR NFTs and wearables were sent to your wallets 
You can see them on Mintbase and check your voxels accounts. If someone didn’t get the wearable, let me know and I send you one (I was multitasking heavily lol)
@Dabbie3229 , @gabrielfelipejacomel , @Purpledots , @ImJami2017 , @Roxy , @wolfwoodShinji , @igormoura
The top 3 writers got an extra NFT for the welcome list spot on the next edition of the Meta Campfire! @wolfwoodShinji , @igormoura, @gabrielfelipejacomel
I hope you had as much fun as I did 
See you next month!
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Thank you miss @klarakopi for your hard work 
im very thankfull for this event of campfire Horror Story Telling 
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Thanks so much @klarakopi I’m glad
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Hello @klarakopi
Thanks alot, I got the gift. You are really doing a great work, and we are proud of you 
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Here’s the completion of my story to be featured on the Metaverse magazine.
They had set out to find an “Elixir”
It was believed to be in the middle of an oak tree which stood far away in the tick forest of Mpalama. The oak tree is said to be over a 200years old. When the city had experienced one of the most critical attack in history, able bodied men were sent into that forest of Mpalama to seek the face of their ancestors as to what ways they could use to defeat their enemies who came unannounced. So, the only man that had survived from that journey was leading this ones into that forest, through the route he had engraved its tricks in his melancholy mind. He told them numerous stories as they proceed, stories of the one who could turn leaves into local currency, traded and bought stocks with them and then began his shepherd life. And stories of a woman who had possessed the purest heart in the history of time, everyday, kids with women and sometimes even men sat at her hut and drank old tasty tea which she fetched from ancient pot. It was rumored that the tea filled up by itself and no one knew where it came from. But was highly sought because, no tea from far and wide tasted anything close to hers. And the people loved it.
These stories were totally true. And that was what interested the men more. They were men who were highly interested in supernaturals. they liked the unusual. So they listened carefully to every line. When he finally got to the last entry into the deep, he pointed to them which track to thread. And he went back into the city. for fear of cannibals who seized and butchered anybody who steps into Mpalama. And that was it, number of men whom he had ventured into the forest were decreased by these cannibals.
Here, this ones wouldn’t heed to the warnings given sternly to them by the people who lived in the city they had gotten their lead from. They needed to get the “elixir” so they were determined to see to whatever thing there was to face and so they went on.
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They were stunned by the beauty of nature! The long trees that were beautifully shaped with wide branches that almost looked like an umbrella hovered. They were lost in admiration when they stepped on a part of the earth which seamed like a pitfall! The six young people sank into the ground! They later landed in an old warehouse somewhere in the south area of the forest which has been long deserted from its looks. They were all frightened. Aghast, two masked men came out from the left corner of the “what looked like a ware house” The youths stated to panic and running around looking for a safe space to hide. But there was none! The men had already mastered every area of the place so they caught them back up and tied them together on a drum close to a fire place, where they roasted their meats. They only fed on human meat and sometimes, they’d eat them raw. And this has been going on for a long period of time with no people able to put a stop to their atrocious acts. The people who lived miles close were definitely too scared to act. They were too few and had fears of losing all their men to a battle they weren’t so sure of winning.
So they took cover as far away as they can and hoped that one day, those men wouldn’t come into their village and wreck their entire community.
One of the two men took one out of the six tied to the drum and he ——took out a knife from the bucket where they kept their tools, “cutting tools” and “skinning tools” he cut out some flesh from the side of his cheeks and blood gushed! He laughed ridiculously and his friend joined him In laughing. While the others tied to the drum were lost in fright.
He kept on torturing his prey until he was almost lifeless.
They went into their room to find What they alone can tell, the captives seized that opportunity to try their way out. trying to free themselves. One of them used a compass knife in the bracelet he wore and try cutting the rope used in tying them to the drum, his hands were all shaky from fear and tension. But he was determined to set himself free alongside his friends. So he tried so hard and boom! The rope cut loose and they quickly jumped into their feet, one of them tried carrying the wounded one in his shoulders and they took off through one open corner covered with dirty curtains as they had watched the men open that place while they were still tied up. They ran as fast as their legs could carry them, then the blood of the wounded one was leaving traces on the paths they had covered, so they resolved to hide him in a nearby bush to enable them run faster without traces, to come back for him when they find help.
The two men who went on their quest had arrived back at the warehouse, but to their dismay? The youths were gone! Their captives were no where to be found! They were dumbfounded by the smart way they had escaped! They couldn’t help but wonder how they’d manage to cut loose.
Then they decided on a plan to get them back as it’s been long since they last caught some freshman and they weren’t ready to let go those.
With their whistle of signal, they whistled loud. signaling the others that there was a catch to make. That was how they communicated their fellows who were in every part of the forest. and they’ll all go out in quest. Hunting and hunting till they catch up with their prey and then they’d go home and celebrate.
So, the other group also set out on hunt, they were familiar with the forest so they knew where to begin their search.
The youths had gone almost 600miles deeper into the forest and had no idea where they were headed but hoped they’ll find help or somehow find their way to the Elixir that had brought them upon this. Climbing unto a mountain like part of the forest, the youths saw the bank of a river and thought it’d be great to go cool off in the water. They sought the road that would lead them there. They managed to find the way to the water and everyone jumped in to cool off. Dime took deep gulp of drink while the others were busy washing their face and hands and some even got swimming.
Well, it didn’t take long before the cannibals got to the bank of the river and heard the sounds of the water splashing: splish, splash, splish! They took a look and saw number of fresh meats swimming in the water! The river they considered theirs! They were furious and all they could think of was how they’d butcher them and eat up their fresh flesh especially the female amongst them!
This second group were four in number and had divided themselves in twos; two going down the river while the other two stood at a spot on the high side to watch them . So as if they want to run, they’d see the path they run into.
The other two who were up had arrow and sticks to shoot while the other two were armed with axes and machete.
The youths unaware of what was about to befall them again were enjoying themselves swimming as well, talking about ways to get to their mission and then find a way back home. Before they could connect what was going on to their consciousness, one of the cannibals sliced the throat of one standing and facing the others in the water! He sliced the throat open, the speed at which blood gulped out reached on everyone else and they were bloodily stained! Everyone took to their heels, scavenging anything that looked like a route, so they all scattered, the four of them. Two were on one path while the other two went the other way.
The cannibals atop had seen their moves and ran towards one party signaling their mate to chase the other! Now the hunt was fiercest! Everyone was running for their live, while the chasers were chasing for their food!
The two ran until they arrived at a juncture where they didn’t know which way would lead them to where, they stopped for few secs to decide.
“What path do we take from here?” One asked the other
“I think we should go to the right” his partner replied.
Quick they swung into that path without taking a second thought!
Running deep into that route, they noticed some sort of building from afar, so they aimed their focus to arrive there.
The other two party on the other side, had hid in the shade of a big tree that had branches that looked good enough to be a house, the branches were so rich with long leaves that tampered over the curls of another and formed a thick shade that could even shelter half away from rainfall.
They hid there and forced their breathing so silent as to not make sounds to attract their predators.
Now, the cannibals came back up together by the river after they had lost traces of their hunt, they took the body of the one they had sliced his throat and chopped of the remaining part of his neck from his head and took it separately!
They sung and merry while going back to base.
They arrived and United with the other group that kept watch over the place and began talking and nodding.
One that looked older than the others had took the body to the big table where they butchered. Then, one of the men came and did the deed. Now it was time to prepare it.
The older woman put them all in a big pot and added some sort of ingredients that looked like shit and began starring it continuously until she was satisfied and began serving in different dishes. They all partook.
They set out again on their quest to get down the rest.
The other two that was aiming at the building they had seen from afar had arrived there. It was somewhat a mystery house, there were sits of gold and clocks that could talk! They spake the time in a strange language. The foot mat they had stepped on had echoed “WELCOME”
They were lost in surprise! Something had told them that just maybe, they had arrived to the mystery house they sought and would find the Elixir in there! So they quickly began searching furiously! Rampaging every nook and cranny that the mind spoke to them!
One of them had opened what looked like a metal pot! It was made of clay and some crystal was the handle! He carefully opened the pot, behold, it was the Elixir! What they had been looking for! What had brought them the eyes of their very own death! What has took them into the forest to claim the life of some of their friends!
But they were grateful to had found it! He took it out and Beacon on his friend to see, they screamed with joy and quickly put it in a safe box and made their way to exit! Then, they heard the talks of some kind “strange voices” in the woods and stood to study how and where they will step unto.
So they transported through the bush! They had to use the safest way they thought possible.
They had walked for days and never thought of what else to do since it looked like they had gone deeper into the forest. And now moving in circles. The thought if the journey had been fruitless!
But at least, they were happy that the universe had saved them! They survived what claimed the lives of the others! Now they seek a way to find home!
Will they just give up and make the forest their home? Or would they continue the search for the road home?…
Find out in the episode two.!!!
Thanks for stopping to read. 
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I have now submitted the full story here @klarakopi
Thanks
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Below I have shared my first short story. Please acknowledge that it is only the first few paragraphs. I will share the complete story with your permission.
My story:
There was a dark, dingy room. The walls were cracked and dirty, the floor was soiled, and there was a faint smell of death in the air. The only light came from candles on the table, casting a flickering glow over everything.
In the middle of the room sat a cauldron with something bubbling inside it. There was also a small table next to it with a book on it that read ‘Hexes for All Occasions’. A girl stood by the cauldron stirring it with one hand while holding her nose with her other as she tried not to breathe in any of the fumes coming from it. She was wearing an old black dress that looked like it had been through many washings but hadn’t been cleaned since then either. Her long brown hair was tied back into a ponytail which made her look younger than she actually was. She frowned as she looked down into her concoction and thought about what she should add next; something that would make sure no one could ever forget this night…
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Hi @cindyforcia ! We’re very happy for your interest on the Meta Campfire!
This bounty is already closed, but next month we will have the second edition.
We’ll let all of you know when the next bounty opens!
We’re already excited for it 
See you soon!
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Thanks @Purpledots
Oww thanks @Roxy ! You’re so kind!
Thanks for being part of it
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Hi @klarakopi. I will be eagerly waiting.
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