Amid the bustle and rush of the morning's scavenger hunt, and looking somewhat the worse for wear from a glitter bomb that ambushed him just inside the door, a dwarf staggers in carrying a roll of parchment nearly as large as he is, which he unrolls a good ways on a sand-table and weighs down with glistering gems.

A tall young man with untidy black hair steps blearily up to it, blinking the sleep-dust out of his eyes, produces an already-inked quill from somewhere, and makes himself the first to sign the roll of celebrants at this year's party for posterity:

Ego, Jonathan (rex-joannes) Lovelace, Chronographus in Terrae Cycli Candentis, historiae Vaynahimis, Regni Apricitatis, Imperii Candentis Rudisque, et terrae rerumque conexarum, hic in communionem virtualis qui se vocat Mundi Sacri hoc die aniversarii tertii conditii XII a.d. Kalendae October anno Domini MMXII

(I, Jonathan (kingjon) Lovelace, Chronicler in Earth of the Shine Cycle, history of Vaynaheim, the Sunshine Kingdom, the Shine and Wild Empire, and associated countries and events, was here in the virtual community calling itself Holy Worlds on the day of the third anniversary of its founding, September 20 of the Year of our Lord 2012.)

The tall young man looks around for someone to hand the pen to, and the dwarf has sat down next to the scroll and encourages other celebrants to step up and make their mark to record their presence today for future generations.

Thank you... Jonathan (rex-joannes) Lovelace, Chronographus in Terrae Cycli Candentis, historiae Vaynahimis, Regni Apricitatis, Imperii Candentis Rudisque, et terrae rerumque conexarum!

*picks up dwarf and scribbles with top of his head *

I, Tsahraf Chahsid Mimetes, was present on the third birthday of Holy Worlds.

*wipes away tear on the back of the dwarfs neck, and puts him back in his seat *

*puts an adamant stencil on the floor, attaches petard over it, evacuates the building *

(Muffled boom.)

*lets every one back in and picks up the stencil, leaving a hole blasted into the floor in the shape of a symbol like a cross between a letter T and the head of a fountain pen *

I, NotThatShort Mimetes, otherwise known as Short, Shorty, Shortly, NotThat, Notty, Noty, Short One, (The) Tall One (TTO), Not-too-tall, Imnott, Otter, Sheriff, Mrs. Macready (Mac), Feisty, Tiger, Hobbit, Goose, Pippin, ElizaTulips, Liza, Liza dear, Lizzy, NTS, and probably some more that I'm forgetting, do hereby make my mark on this the twentieth of September, in the year two thousand and twelve, on this most awesome website.

You all have helped me so much in my writing and my walk with the Lord, and just being friends. I thank God for you all and pray that He bless you in the coming years.

You find yourself in a time machine, whizzing and spinning as it hurtles into the future. It stops with a bang, and you get out to find a sixty-six year old not-too-tall woman, adjusting her thick glasses as she peers at the screen of a dusty computer, which would be modern where you come from, but here is obsolete. She laughs as she reads the posts on the fiftieth make-your-mark thread, and then sighs with a smile as she reminisces, remembering the olden days when she first discovered HW and how it changed her as a person and as a Christian.
You want to talk to her, but a vague recollection (probably from an old TV show) of the time-stream and what might happen if it were disrupted comes to you, and even if that isn't real, this woman might have a heart attack if she turned to see you in her home.
You quietly tiptoe back into the machine and return to your own time.

I'll say it again: Happy birthday Holy Worlds!
(And don't say nuttin' about shifting POVs up there.)

I, Renna the Gray, was here for Holy Worlds' third birthday.

* takes pen, quivering a little in her boots 'cause she's not sure if E still is trying to get her *

* writes in a quick, neat, tall stemmed hand on the paper * I am here. Soon you will not be here -- Oh, wait. Sorry, my brain glitched. * pulls out a bunch of flowers to anyone who recognized the quote *

* scratches out writing * * starts to write again *

Juliet Lauser was present on the 20th of September 2012 AD, let it be commemorated for as long as the cyber realm exists.

The dwarf looks up at you. "That's self-correcting paper, milady, so it'll all be a neat and, if not organized, at least tidy record by the time everyone's finished. Cost a pretty penny, that did ... I wonder who paid for it."

*fingers pen for a while, taking a deep breath to calm excited nerves*

I, Alyssa, named Idril Aravis Mimetes, in this fantastic place called Holy Worlds, was present for its Third Birthday...and I hope to be present for many more years to come.

*pulls out a quill of her own, a raven's feather, black as night*

I, Raven of the Wood, was here on this the day of the twentieth of September in the year of our Lord two thousand and twelve. May the Lord bless this forum in the next three years and beyond.

Juliet! "I am here! My men are here! But soon you will not be here..." He was talking rather slurred though. Thank you for the flowers! I like flowers.

The dwarf says, "Can you lay your hands on hearts and tell me I'm really alive?"

I, Dr. Nemo O'Hara Banner, was here on the third birthday of Holy Worlds.

*places mark on thread*



Thanks to Elizabeth Kirkwood for doing this last year! It is very useful. *nodnod*

Ninja Kitten was here.

So were Manda, Cat, Kitty, and Panda.

... and all the other names I'm not remembering right now.

*steps into room and observes the table with the parchment laid upon it*

"Hello, sir," the dwarf says. "Do ye happen to know where they're serving the punch and cookies? Sitting still all day is making me mighty hungry and thirsty."

"You cannot have refreshments without first undergoing the rite of passage," I reply gravely. So saying, I hurl a small ball at him, which explodes in a shower of silver and gold glitter.

"Och, sir, what a welcome," the poor fellow wheezes amid the cloud of glitter engulfing him. "Thankee most kindly, sir. I'll just stay here a bit. Maybe I don't want punch and cookies after all."

Laughing, I stride quickly to the table, where the esteemed kingjon hands me a pen.

"Has thou not heard that I am known as Gandalf Grayhame?" I ask.

Out flashes my staff, and in blazing letters I write on the parchment:

I, Lord Tarin of Holy Worlds, known on earth as Zachary Totah and a number of nicknames I shall not repeat, here do sign my name as a token of my presence on this most joyous occasion, the third birthday of the realm of Holy Worlds, September the 12th, of the year 2012 AD.

May the Lord bless this community and those within it, and may He sustain us so that we will all be gathered together 47 years hence, old age and infirmity notwithstanding, to celebrate the 50th anniversary of this most beloved and reputable forum.

Furthermore, on this day may God pour his peace and love and grace upon our most honorable founder, Sir Emeth Mimetes, beset by darkness and ill events, thus keeping him from us on this happy occasion. And may our prayers be answered and may God bring our dear brother and friend speedily home.

*swoops in breathlessly through the tower window and settles on the back of the chair*

*picks up the pen and roughly scratches out a message on the page*

Mama Raven was here.

*bows and flies away*

*saunters in and trips over a rug*

Roager (the Ogre) was here.

*walks in shyly* *trots over to paper and scrawls*
RunningWolf/Lycanis/Fenris Lycan/Lyas/Wolfie was here. *mind goes blank* That what I'm supposed to do?

*mind goes blank*

I think so.

Good. *shuffles out of room munching on a lightsaber*

Is this National Eat Weird Stuff Day too? Cause I don't think anybody else got the memo, Lycan.

Should I make a thread informing them of it then? *lightsaber crumbs fall on shirt, setting fire to it*

*Sir Arien, Guy of the Rounded Table, Arien, Son of Bob, Arien Mimetes, or just Arien, was here, and a bit absurd, too, hence the listing of names.*

The bush was here! And so was The Bush.

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-- The BushMaid

I, Lady Katharina Mimetes, wast here on September 20, 2012 Anno Domini. I hope and pray we may enjoy many more celebrations of this kind.

*takes out a special pen that will never run out of ink and signs his name*

Jonathan Garner

Reiyen was here.
And so was I.

*is very pleased that the name she chose to use for the sign-ins for the first birthday party is still being used for subsequent birthday sign-ins *

I adore this forum, and am so grateful I've been here for every birthday. May God truly bless our endeavors!

-Kaitlyn Emery/ Airianna Valenshia

I was only aware of last year's, but it's as good a name as any, so I'm happy to continue the tradition. I was, however, surprised that no one had started one before I did.

*bounces into thread wearing a purply pink party hat, and carrying a large chocolate birthday cake*

*grabs an icing tube, screws on a swirly nozzle, fills the tube with purple icing, and makes her mark*:

I, DairyMaid, was here on the 21st of September*, 2012, for Holy Worlds' 3rd Birthday.



*hands everyone a party hat*

*Australian date. xD

*Takes a party hat and walks over to the scroll, taking the pen and magically turning it purple*

I, Rose, also known as Azlyn and currently under the name of Azlyn A. Mimetes, was present and accounted for on the third birthday of Holy Worlds. May your quills stay sharp!

Radagast the Brown staggers in, struggling to carry the weight of a thousand tiny brown snakes, and scribbles with terrible spelling:

"I, Neil of Erk, Christ-follower from the river of the archangel of carpentry, leave my mark to show that I survived at least until the third birthday of Holy Worlds."

I, Elanor, was here on the 21st of September 2012. It is amazing to see this forum reach its third birthday, and I have enjoyed seeing the many blessings that God has bestowed on Holy Worlds. And I look forward to the many more.

Signed: Lady Elanor - Stephanie Hodgson

*runs in breathlessly at the last minute*
I was here too!!!

* dashes in breathlessly, grabs pen, and scrawls *

I, Shawn Alexis Henderson/Elizabeth Kirkwood and all variant forms thereof make my mark on this thread. HW has been an incredible blessing, and I love all of you here.

As the party (apparently) begins to draw to a close, the tall young man with the untidy black hair hanging over his ears and into his eyes walks wearily over to the scroll and again takes up the quill, making sure it has ink.

"Last year I missed the first day of the party and recorded my presence on the second day, so I may as well make it a tradition ..." he murmurs, then writes:

Ego, Jonathan (rex-Joannes) Lovelace, familiaris communionis qui se vocat Mundi Sacri, Dei gratia hic eram quoque in die secunda celebretatis.

(I, Jonathan Lovelace, member of the community that calls itself Holy Worlds, by the grace of God was also here in the second day of the celebration.)

The dwarf, looking much the worse for wear, begins rolling up the scroll from its head end (so as to leave room for more names until the last moment); when the party has officially ended the record will be filed in the Deep Library in the dwarven capital, which also houses each nation's census records dating back to their founding.

I, Aubrey Hansen, have lived to see another birthday of this blessed forum! In the time that has passed since the previous birthday celebration, I have published a second book, ascended to the ranks of yellow, witnessed the birth of our third forum, helped release Holy Worlds' first anthology to the world, and many other such events. It is with excitement, fondness, and deep gratefulness that I commemorate all the events of the past year by saying that yes, by God's grace, I was indeed here!

*strolls in fashionably late, pulls out a pen made out of a purple rose, and signs*

I, J. Grace Pennington, Lady Amaris Mimetes, Aniese of Learsi, and Nimbrithlor of Rivendell do testify that I was in fact here for the third birthday of this illustrious realm. Long live the king, sola deo gloria, etc., long life and good days to HolyWorlds!

*jaw drops*

I… missed the party.

I'm here today, though! *throws confetti everywhere*

I, Jordan Smith, was here a bit late, but I am still thrilled to have been here.

*is way, way later than everyone else*
Yes. I am. I wasn't here on the twentieth. *feels bad*
But I'm here now, so I shall leave a mark on the table where the scroll sat.
*writes on table in blue ink*
I, Aldara, was here. Late.

*Is way later than the latest people* *Hastily takes out emerald fountain-pen and writes*

I, Millicent Mimetes, once known as Milly Manderly, and also Calista Beth, discoverer and empress over Eshteka, also guardian of the Bestiary and Peoples, Races, and Tribes and loyal subject of Sir Emeth, do hereby sign my name in proof of my presence, albeit inactive due to serious distractions, on this, HW's third birthday. God bless Holy Worlds, and all within, now and forevermore a thousandfold times over!

Oh, bother. I missed the Third Birthday. I don't even remember if I was on on the twentieth; I guess I thought all the Birthday threads were for planning.

Anyway, here's my mark, if there's any use for it.

Aemi [Shinja Kurisuchan] was present on the Third Birthday, if not in body...uh, if not in virtual presence, then in spirit.

I, Aris, was here. Well, not here on the birthday. But I'm here now!

*returns once more, regretfully late, and this time picks up the pen*

I, Lady Nicole, was here for the third birthday of this fair realm. May God's rich blessing be ever upon it and those who take up their residence therein.