Contest Time! Win one of TEN "Chicken Headpieces" for your XBL Avatar

[Steve]

Hi folks,

It's competition time! The oh-so generous Woody from Lionhead has so graciously shared 10 unique codes for the Chicken Headpiece avatar item.

Fancy winning one? Awesome-sauce. All that you need to do is post a response to this thread with something "arts-y" and you'll be in with a chance to win one of the ten codes I have available. Poetry, drawings, videos, jokes, short-stories, etc. - pretty much anything that might in some way be construed as "art" would be acceptable.

There is one rule, however - your submission must in some way, shape or form, incorporate a chicken.

I 'spose you could, if you wanted to, just leave a response with only the text "Chicken" - but you won't win a single ruddy thing (and might just end up disqualifying yourself for being so incredibly full of fail) because me, DD and Sharon will be judging our favourites and awarding the codes out to those that either: make us laugh, make us cry, make us forget what we had previously thought about chickens, etc. etc. Do put some effort in though!

We'll each be choosing our three favourites and forwarding the codes onto you when the contest is over. The final, tenth code will be reserved for someone who... well, I don't know. We'll have to think about that one.

The contest will probably run for 7-14 days, but we'll give you some notice as to when it'll be coming to a close.

So, let the games commence! Hopefully we'll get some good submissions in and make this an entertaining contest along the way. Good luck, folks!

 

[Sir Robin]

Smashing idea! I'll have to think on this.

 

[Purple Nurple]

Brilliant, I'll think of something to do during the week I reckon.

 

[Rat]

here's a crap joke because I'm bored

"How did the chicken fly? I pressed A."

 

[Arc Caster]

Chicken.
Road.
The road lies within.
There is no other side.
http://www.ecorazzi.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/02/chicken_baby_large.jpg

Boredom kills.

 

[Dracelix]

im quite busy studying for tests next week so i cant do any grand digital painting, so for now, here is a standard joke avatar people may use as avatar image in this forum.

realistically, i don't mind losing the comp since its only a chicken head, but it would still be great to win.

 

[sfroggy1]

A relocation program for all those poor, traumatized chickens of Albion. Kicking chickens is wrong. Together, we can 'kick' the habit !

 

[Arc Caster]

If I can I nominate Sfroggy1. That's beyond awesome.

 

[HelloFriend]

Delicious BBQ Chicken Wing Recipe by Bobby Flay:

Spoiler

Cook Time: 30 Min. Level: Easy Servings: 4

Ingredients

Sixteen Spice Rub:

• 3 tablespoons ground cinnamon
• 3 tablespoons ancho chili powder
• 3 tablespoons pasilla chili powder
• 3 tablespoons ground cumin
• 3 tablespoons ground coriander
• 3 tablespoons ground ginger
• 1 tablespoon ground cloves
• 1 tablespoon ground fennel seed
• 2 tablespoons garlic powder
• 2 tablespoons onion powder
• 1 tablespoon allspice
• 1 teaspoon chile de arbol
• 3 tablespoons brown sugar
• 2 tablespoons kosher salt
• 2 tablespoons coarsely ground black pepper
• 1 teaspoon cayenne pepper

Barbecue Sauce:

• 2 tablespoons canola oil
• 1 medium Spanish onion, coarsely chopped
• 3 cloves garlic, coarsely chopped
• 1/2 cup bourbon, plus 2 tablespoons
  • 1 cup ketchup
  • 1/3 cup water
  • 2 tablespoons ancho chili powder
  • 1 tablespoon paprika
  • 1 heaping tablespoon Dijon mustard
  • 1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
  • 1 tablespoon Worcestershire sauce
  • 1 canned chipotle chile in adobo, chopped
  • 2 tablespoons dark brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon honey
  • 1 tablespoon molasses
  • 3 bone-in, skin-on breasts
  • 3 bone-in, skin-on thighs
  • 3 bone-in, skin-on legs
  • 1/4 cup canola oil
  • Kosher salt and freshly ground black pepper
  Directions
  
  Make the rub: Whisk all the spice rub ingredients in a small bowl.
  Make the bbq sauce: Heat the oil over medium-high heat in a heavy-bottomed medium saucepan. Add the onion and cook until soft, 3 to 4 minutes. Add the garlic and cook for 1 minute. Stir in 1/2 cup of the bourbon and cook until reduced. Add the ketchup and water, bring to a boil and simmer for 5 minutes. Stir in the remaining ingredients and simmer until thickened, stirring occasionally, about 10 minutes.
  Cool for about 5 minutes, then transfer the mixture to a food processor and puree until smooth. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. Pour into a bowl, add the remaining 2 tablespoons of bourbonand allow to cool at room temperature. The sauce will keep for 1 week in the refrigerator stored in a tightly sealed container.
  Heat the grill to medium heat. Brush the chicken with the 1/4 cup of oil and season on both sides with the spice rub. Season with salt and pepper, to taste. Grill the chicken slowly, with the lid closed, until golden brown on both sides and fat has rendered. Begin brushing the chicken liberally with the bbq sauce during the last 10 minutes of grilling.
  Arrange on a serving platter and serve.
  Link: http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/...cken-with-sixteen-spice-rub-recipe/index.html

Put in spoiler tags to shorten the post, but they aren't working correctly. Just click on the last one.

 

[MaleficRaven]

Hm... I'm definitely going to have to get into this one. I will, however, wait until near the end so that way I don't do something similar to everyone else.

 

[ScousaJ]

OK, not sure if this qualifies but this is something I wrote. It's kinda long but it does include a chicken!

Ps. Sorry about the longness! The part written like this is were the chicken is mentioned!

Oh and just in-case your wondering, I'm 15!

Whodunit?
The year is 1899. The date is 31st December. The time... Well I don’t know the time. I am writing this by candle light. I find it hard to concentrate as the light flickers across my face and the paper. There is just me left now... All the other have gone. They have gone to a better place, a richer place. We were promised a chance to find £500. They promised us... What did we do to them? You have to help me! I’m trapped in here. I don’t know where I am. There is somebody in the house. The doors are barricaded and locked as well as the windows. I’m scared, extremely scared. Who is in the house? Why, why am I here? Every moment that passes by the stench become stronger. I can’t cope! I want to go! You’re probably confused aren’t you...? Well let me start from the beginning:
Two days ago, five friends and I entered this lovely house. It was a beautiful radiant day and the house paralleled the day. It was a Sunday. We entered this place full of high hopes and good spirits. None of us was happier to be here than John. He said he couldn’t wait to get the £500 prize. It was a treasure hunt. The first one to find the money inside this gigantic, grand house would keep it. The others would walk away with nothing. Well... That was the plan. The doors and windows would be locked until the money was found. However, I’m starting to think that there is no money!
That very same day, just a couple of hours after our arrival. We all decided to pair up and split up in search for the money. Us all being friends we decided whoever finds the money it would be split evenly. So John and Rod went into the basement. Todd and I went into the loft, and George and Peter decided to search everywhere else. After about 25 minutes later, we all heard screams coming from the basement. Acting quickly I ran down there to see what was going on. What I saw was mentally disturbing.

I saw Rod and just the shoes of John at the foot of a furnace. I looked around the room. I saw nothing but empty boxes. Rods' face had been slashed. Rod uttered his final words, “Beware... Beware... He is going to get you...” When I asked who, it was too late. I searched for John and couldn’t find him anywhere. The only thing I could think of was that he had been thrown into the furnace. Then I heard a noise. It wasn't any particular noise, just a noise. I couldn't quite make it out. Then I heard it again. It sounded like, I know this sounds mad, a chicken... Then, as soon as I heard it for the third time, it ran across the room. It jumped straight onto Rods' face. I panicked. I don't know why I did, but I did. I acted in the moment and kicked the poor chicken. I wasn't aiming anywhere in particular. However, it landed into the furnace. I could hear it's screams. It's little chicken-y screams. I felt afwul. The rest of us where on guard the entire time. Whilst still looking for the money we decided that we should all stick together. That night as we went to bed, we decided to take turns guarding the room. I was first.​

Many hours later, I awoke Todd and informed him that it was his turn. He forced himself out of bed and into the chair. The chair was incredibly uncomfortable. It was harder than a rock and it has a loose leg. I climbed into bed, feeling safe in the knowledge that Todd was a trained fighter and survivalist expert. I re awoke that morning only to find that Todd had fell asleep on the chair. I stumbled over to him and tried to awake him from what seemed like a deep sleep. After several unsuccessful attempts I decided to push him from the chair. Nothing. I then fetched a glass of water and poured it over him... Nothing. I then noticed that the water was starting to tint a reddish colour. Realising that he had been stabbed several times through the night, I started to panic.
How can I defend myself if a trained survivor and fighter couldn’t? I shook Peter and George. They fought with me so that they could stay asleep. They won. I let them wake up when they felt like, which was several hours later. I started looking for a clock. I couldn’t find one. I remember that no one had a watch except John. Peter and George had obviously seen Todd as they where squealing and running down the stairs to cower behind me. I kept cool on the outside, but on the inside I too was trembling like a little girl. The only thing on my mind was, “Who done it?”
I found it hard to separate away from George and Peter for the entirety of that day. Nothing much happened. No one had even bothered to look for the money. The day passed by at an agonisingly slow speed. George and Peter had tried to escape but had finally come to except that there is no walking away from this house. Despite the large open spaces in the house, I began to become claustrophobic, I felt as if I was trapped. (Because I was)
As I write this I stare into the bodies of Peter and George. Both of them are hanging from the wall, sword through their heads is the only thing keeping them up. My candle is running low and with what little light there is left I take one last look into Peter’s eyes. I see myself, and behind me I see J

 

[Azer249]

Heres one i made myself

 

[Tyrannical Duck]

This isn't my best photoshop, not even my best Peter Molyneux photoshop work, but oh well.
I present you.. Peter Chickeneux!

 

[DarkONI]

Just made this poster! [Small version]

 

[Tyrannical Duck]

You spelled authorities wrong. I got your back!

 

[Dracelix]

and the tail in the pic looks wierd

 

[Erghantar]

So this skeleton walks into the bar and asks the bartender, 'Could I have a drink?', and the bartender says, 'Sure, I've never seen a stiff drink!'
zing

 

[Orlith Nightfire]

ok a quick one lol as i just posed it at the wrong place too under me gamer tag

there once was a chicken from Fable,
who thought he could do more than he was able.
he raced at horde, armed with a sword
this story ends with more than he could afford.

 

[Shadowfiend66]

Join me my brothers, and together...together we can stop the evil forces of a boot up our @$$es.

 

[Charles the Chicken]

The "Chicken Poem" is attached as a PDF file,
I think everyone will know what the poem is based on...