The 1st Edition of the Meta Campfire was a huge success! So we are dedicating more funds to reward the writers this time
Thank you to everyone that participated and made it such a special moment!
Metaverse DAO is opening 3 bounty spots for writers/storytellers to come and share their stories around a campfire in our meta forest! In case a welcome listed person doesnāt apply or follow the rules, another writer will be selected in their place.
To participate you only need to reply to the post with a little piece of your story so we can vote on our favorites. When the bounty closes we will select the winners and give to them 2 days to write the full text thatāll be read LIVE on the metaverse event.
Weāll have a storyteller to read everyoneās stories, but we ask that all participants be present anyway to support their fellow writers and the sponsoring DAO. The non-attendance to the event disqualifies the writer and their prize will be distributed among the other writer participants, as it happened on the last edition.
Only active users with more than 2 months on the forum are allowed to participate, we want to prevent fraudulent activity.
The writers and the participants will also get an exclusive wearable on the date of the event, that will be sent to their Metamask wallets, a Mintbase NFT as certificate of participation and the 1st place will get an extra NFT for the welcome list on the next edition.
This time only the 1st place winner will receive the welcome list spot for the next edition, so next time we will open 5 spots for the event.
DATES:
Deadline (close bounty): June 21th
Winners will be announced: June 22nd.
Date to deliver complete story: Until June 24th, 6pm UTC (On this date the stories will be sent to the storyteller)
Event: June 26th at 7PM UTC
To be classified you will need to:
reply this post with a with a little piece of your story
be present on the date of the event
compromise to deliver the complete story by June 24th
have a valid NEAR wallet
be an active user with more than 2 months on the forum
accept that your story will be published on our magazine, edition #07.
The final text will need to:
be in English. Please donāt use slang or local terms as it difficulties the comprehension
have your name/nickname on it
have a title
have at least 1800 characters with spaces (a page more or less)
stay on the theme: folklore inspired stories
be original. No plagiarizing please, the text is your responsibility.
What you get:
an exclusive Voxels wearable on the date of the event (if you have a Metamask)
a Mintbase NFT certifying your participation as a selected writer of the Meta Campfire: Folklore Stories
50 DAI prize (stable coin equivalent to USD)
The 1st place winner will be welcome-listed (already classified) for the next edition and get an NFT for that
be featured on NEAR Metaverse Magazine #07
Join us and help us create a better metaverse and great memories shared across our global community!
Culture and mythā¦
Mary Selessor and killing of twinsā¦
A TRUE LIFE STORY
Mary Slessor, was said to be a Scottish missionary that came to the eastern part of Nigeria, her birth date was recorded to be in 1848 in Aberdeen. Her father was a shoemaker, and an alcoholic but her mother was a deeply religious woman. it was said that her family moved to Dundee in 1858 and there, Slessor began working in the linen mills at the age of eleven. She joined the local Christian youth club of course it was a clear call to be a missionary for her.
In the year 1876 the Presbyterian Church where she worshiped decided to send her to Calabar as a mission teacher, since she has proven to be a renowned christian teacher.Her first mission work in Calabar Nigeria was in the Old Town and Creek Town but in 1888 went alone to work among the āOkoyongā
In Okoyong, killing of twins was a cultural practice, predominantly Akpap. Giving birth to twins was considered as a very bad omen and an abomination that could bring calamity upon society. In this area of Nigeria, killing of twins is believed to be a myth. Twin babies, are believed not to be humans.
Iāll continue once Iām chosen.
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Perfect Iām going to write about a man who receives texts and audio recordings from a loved one, only to recall this person had been dead for weeksā¦ Iāll call it āNotificationā
Wow new story telling bounty again thank you @klarakopi for sharing new bounty and thanks @becopro for tagging me. I will dffnitely create amazing stories
Amazing.
I will like to write about a real life story. Itās titledā
āCount the numbers 1-6, backwardsā
This story is based on real events, and was passed to us when we were kids by my grandpa who was the most respected Chief in the entire Clan. It was a story that helped tamed notoriety.
Hereās a tip of the ice berg
Taiwoās tyranny was getting beyond the point it could be tamed!
He bullied every neighbors kids, destroyed peopleās properties, he had become well known for getting into numerous fights. more than fourteen fights every week.
He beat up kids that he was stronger than, while in some rare occasions, he will get bruised up. Maybe he went daunting a well older boy and then he gets to have a little slice of his own Cake.
This continued for a painstakingly long period, untilā¦
Item Community, has Nine Villages (Apuanu, Amaeke, Okoko, Amaekpu, Okai, Akanu, Okagwo, Amaokwo and Umuakpa - you may not bother pronouncing the names to avoid biting your tongue )
My story is about how a particular clan from Apuanu-Item brought out their new born baby to be pounded with pestle and mortar in order to become the Heir apparent to the throne of Item Ancient Kingdom.
I saw that youāve been active but if we break the rules now it would be unfair to the people that werenāt selected because of that. But on the next one youāll be able to participate and we would be happy to have you as a writer participant
Also if you come to the event you get a wearable and if want you can tell a story after the selected, on the open mic, so come and join us!
It began with a ping on my phone, informing me of a text Iād received. My usual disinterested nature urged me to pass it off, not bothering to regard the screen as I was immersed in my computer. Not long after Iād dismissed the vibrating handheld, it began to demand my attention once again, to my displeasure.
āNo one contacts me that much, Iām not popular or likeableā I thought out loud.
Reaching for the device, the screen illuminated to reveal a text. Pressing my thumb against the icon, my Marvel comics wallpaper cut away to my messenger app. I was stunned to say the leastā¦
āHi hijo! How are you?ā The first bubble read. Followed by āHave you been remembering to eat? I bet you havenāt had lunch yet ā
My mother. Her typical concerned tone is as palpable in her typing as it would be by audible means. She even greeted me in the manner in which I was accustomed so many times before, the way she would almost weekly. That in itself laid the root of my apprehension, as that feeling slowly curdled up my spine and the hairs in my neck came alive as they do only in the most unsettling moments of life. Her texting me made no sense, itās not possible: my mother had been dead for over a yearā¦
I will definitely participate in this
thank you 
I will dffnitely create amazing stories 
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