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Beware's Super New Year #1 Giveaway!

How to enter: 

1. State why you believe you should win this giveaway (be creative).

2. DM me on Discord or in-game and say "omg beware youre so cool and awesome and are the best ever"

Disregard number 2.

I will be picking 3 winners on Saturday, January 3rd, 2026, at 12pm CST.

1st place: 11 gold bars

2nd place: 9 gold bars

3rd place: 6 gold bars

For a bonus entry: Build a restaurant in-game (be creative and add your own personal touch).

MUST BE YOU OWN DUPE. IF DUPE IS NOT YOUR ORIGINAL MAKING YOU WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE GIVEAWAY.

MUST HAVE JOINED THE SERVER AT LEAST ONCE FROM THE TIME YOU ENTER TIL THE TIME THE GIVEAWAY ENDS.

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Hi beware, I think I should win because I have a beard, I'm active in game, on the forums, and on discord, I also deserve it because im big broke ingame, and in real life. this server brings me joy and I think that because you're gay, I deserve it. I deserve it because we play a lot in game together, and outside of gmod, and you're overall a good staff member, but still a little gay.

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3 hours ago, beware said:

Beware's Super New Year #1 Giveaway!

How to enter: 

1. State why you believe you should win this giveaway (be creative).

2. DM me on Discord or in-game and say "omg beware youre so cool and awesome and are the best ever"

Disregard number 2.

I will be picking 3 winners on Saturday, January 3rd, 2026, at 12pm CST.

1st place: 11 gold bars

2nd place: 9 gold bars

3rd place: 6 gold bars

For a bonus entry: Build a restaurant in-game (be creative and add your own personal touch).

MUST BE YOU OWN DUPE. IF DUPE IS NOT YOUR ORIGINAL MAKING YOU WILL BE REMOVED FROM THE GIVEAWAY.

MUST HAVE JOINED THE SERVER AT LEAST ONCE FROM THE TIME YOU ENTER TIL THE TIME THE GIVEAWAY ENDS.

I belive i should win cuz honestly like hypothetically if u was a tree and i was a squirl id put ur nutz in my mouf.

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Hi beware I think I should win because the earth cracked open like a bad save file and underneath the map there was Agartha loading at 12 percent with the music looping wrong. I was there already somehow even though I never clicked join. The walls were gold but like the cheap gold texture that flickers when you look too fast. Everyone down there knew my username before I spoke it which is how I knew this was destiny and not a glitch.

They handed me a quest marker that pointed straight down through the floor and said FIND YAKUB in all caps like an admin message. No minimap. No instructions. Just a humming sound like the server was thinking too hard. I walked for years or maybe five minutes time was clearly broken. At one point my hands turned into low poly rocks and I accepted that because Agartha has different rules.

Yakub was not a person but a concept hiding in a cave shaped like a skull shaped like a motherboard. When I found him he was arguing with himself in voice chat using two mics at once saying I already knew the answer but had to ask anyway. He told me the giveaway was never random. It was based on vibes measured by a machine buried under the poles that only activates when someone is stupid enough to believe this story is true.

I passed the test when I didn’t question any of it. The ground applauded. The cave clipped into the skybox. Yakub nodded and dissolved into patch notes. Agartha closed behind me like a door that was never open. Now I’m back here typing this knowing full well that if I don’t win the giveaway the timeline collapses and the map resets and we all spawn naked in the void with error textures for faces.

So yeah I think I should win because I already did down there and this is just the surface catching up.

 
 
 
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My finger is poised above the ban button, I am a moderator, an esteemed custodian of this niche, backwater server, I will not allow impudence. "Just one excuse", I shriek to the man, who seconds earlier, proceeded to mock my nasally, high pitched voice, "just try and make my day". The aggressor hesitates and then with a voice filled to the brim with confidence and charisma, proceeds to mock my status as a moderator of this esteemed server, a land in which I have dedicated hundreds of hours of soliciting sexual favours from the owners, in order to ascend up the hierarchy. He even had the audacity to question my life commitments, claiming that I am a loser who resides upon this niche game for the majority of my life, dishing out corporal punishments to unruly players. After these malicious words, the other players gather around and form a semicircle, laughing at his insidious words, whilst simultaneously hurtling watermelons in an attempt to make me dance, forming jibes of their own, and demanding that I abdicate my hold on Centrelink and go outside to live life productively. Tears, streaming down my cheeks, I permanently ban four players for repeated harassment and collect myself, to recover from the shellshock and trauma that I have endured at the hands of these adolescent children. I, as the watchful eye over this server, the esteemed sentinel had been violated by a group of young adults, by a band of miscreants, oh the woe, the utter injustice. They are unaware of the sacrifices I have made, to ensure that I retain my grand position. I have had to dedicate hours of my life, miss out on genuine real life evens, all so I could acquire my role as an prestigious admin of this server, emulating a My Little Pony landscape. Any who disrespect and mock that fact, subsequently mock the law and as such will be punished in full accordance to the ambiguous terms and conditions that I have at my disposal. If you believe that I am abusive, or an egotistical sociopath, then may I suggest exiled one, that you take your gripes to the forums, where your ban appeal will be judged by a group of illiterate, non English speakers, residing in New Delhi. After attempting for hours to appeal, I will await for your capitulation, pleas and inevitable apology, regarding the naughty and supercilious words to myself. I am not condescending, why in reality I am benevolent, omnipotent God, within this server all but the owner himself are subject to my every whim. If I want you to cease having fun, I can merely snap my fingers and distort the entirety of your existence. If I am in need of thralls, I can merely shackle and encage you within a hastily concocted box and parade you throughout the town square. In essence, I am your God, I am the vigilant warden of this pristine server and no matter of injustice will elude my watchful gaze.

The following you have read, is an excerpt gleaned from the mind of a moderator from a Garry's Mod, My Little Pony server. This moderator in particular was acquired from Rivellions researching team, with the researchers being able to successfully abduct said admin, by luring him inside a steel cage, with the promise of My Little Pony magazines. After several minutes transpired, the moderator grew wary and soon realised that his beloved pony comics would not be bequeathed to him. Following this epiphany, the moderator proceeded to bellow obscenities and hastily concocted threats, informing each of the researchers that he is an omniscient deity, who would not hesitate to permanently extradite them from his server. Realising, that the stony faced researchers would not heed his warning, he attempted to delve down a unique route, attempting to console with his captors, ensuring them that their bans would solely be a swift two months and that they would have the privilege of appealing upon the community forums, which he assured are a reputable and effective way to appeal. Comprehending that his attempts at courtesy would yield no fruit, he began unleashing a rabid tirade, shrieking guttural pony mating calls, all the while attempting to gnaw upon the steel bars that ensured his captivity. The team, realising that the moderator was becoming increasingly volatile, proceeded to tranquilise him with copious quantities of horse sedatives. The moderator, subdued and slumbering within his cage was stored inside a cargo ship that set off to Madagascar. Reportedly, during the trip, said moderator was coerced into masquerading as a pony, being ridden throughout the ships bay and nicknamed as the famed Prancy the pony. The moderator furthermore was treated with utmost courtesy, wearing a immaculate collar and having the luxury of residing within either an oil barrel or crate. Upon arriving to Madagascar, the moderator was gifted to a tribe of Madagascan cannibals, in exchange for four coconuts, and a family of saltwater Crocodiles. The moderator, now contentedly resides under duress with the Madagascan cannibals, being hired as a professional jester for the tribe. The role as a jester bears many responsibilities, he is obliged to dance upon fire ants, consume raw food, copulate with livestock and become the chieftains personal steed. If the moderator hypothetically refuse to comply with his newfound occupation, then his failure to abide by indentured servitude will negatively detract from his resume, alongside the fact that the cannibalistic tribe may attempt to roast him alive and gnaw upon his limbs. Fortunately, the moderator has no intention of abandoning his duty and maintains a conscientious work ethic, parading around as a jester for the benevolent, cannibalistic tribe.

Asides, from the moderators fate, there is still the matter of the characteristics of these peculiar moderating specimens, they present a morale quandary to the world, a philosophical inquiry that explores to what extent the socially inept will exploit a fragment of power, handed to them by the server owner atop a Mcdonald's kids meal. I often contemplate upon what compels these moderators, these emotive apparitions. I frequently ruminate on why they invest and squander their days within remote servers, it is an utter enigma. However, it is a tangible certainty, that these moderating hordes bear pride in their indentured volunteer work. They crave the power of regaling themselves to others, as the kings of niche servers, that are only capable of hosting eight individuals. They adore, how the masses of their server, which equate to four or so children, gaze upon them with a mixture of astonishment and awe, as the moderator parades around the town square, his aristocratic robes and affluent cowl flowing in the wind. It is the lust for power that compels him, that justifies the depraved acts he committed for the owners amusement. While the moderator was a regular player, he writhed in anger at every injustice he endured, recording each jest within his book of grudges. Every time he was hurtled out of a cannon, or coerced into becoming the owners personal harlot, he vowed to repay his grievances back tenfold. Now, he has his chance and all who mocked him will not elude his wrath, his oath will be fulfilled and all those who dishonoured his legacy will be permanently banned from his Equestrian My Little Pony server.

May we all bear pride in our work, in a way identical to the fair faced lads who rule the My Little Pony servers and others with an iron gauntlet.

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i sure win because i never won this and i hear it a gay giveaway and i support jman and beware gaynest 😄 

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