TCF 10th TCF's 10th Anniversary! Contest Submissions go here!
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HandsomeSquirrel🐿️
Steampunker
I used 17 balloons in total and I'm really happy with the end result!
SaltyDog Café
Duke Fishron
Here is my submission for the tenth anniversary contest, (This is an edit by me of the classic Overworld Theme by Scott Lloyd Shelly), and I just want to say the last four years I have been here have been great, and you all are amazing.
Happy 10th Birthday TCF!
Enjoy!
Happy 10th Birthday TCF!
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FlawlessTrash
CelebrationMK10
sneksarecute🐿️
CelebrationMK10
this took a while to make, much more than i thought it would
anyways i hope you guys have fun playing this
anyways i hope you guys have fun playing this
ppowersteef
Paladin
King Jameth III🌳
CelebrationMK10
Here is the finished video! (my build is in it 
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(also no cake because it accidentally fell out of the boat as I found the Hall of Terraria Devs listed on the team section of the website, save chicken bones because no vanity yet)
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StarsAndStuff
SlimesAndStuff
Happy tenth anniversary TCF!! Here's a crocheted Party Girl and Cool Slime celebrating the occasion with a party!
ChrisChill
Headless Horseman
JonteTheSlime
Torch God
After about 20 hours of work I can finally present to you my first digital comic and my entry for the TCF's 10th Anniversary Contest – A Slice of Chaos! (I had to shorten it sadly due to time reasons and accidentally deleting all files on my computer)
Schparksy!
Secret Tree Lover
Ran out of time with what I wanted to do, so here's a little doodle instead,
Fluxxation
Skeletron Prime
I cannot draw, compose music, or draw, I say that twice because really, I cannot draw, so all that remains is words. I think I'm ok with those.
On this day, at this time, we have options.
The world moves fast, and people are made to maintain this pace.
We mirror this in our free time and with our hobbies,
Finding games, songs, and friends to match the meter of the breaks in our busy lives.
On this day, at this time, I would like to tell you a story,
One wrote in rhyme and rhetoric,
One of a game that has aided in making me who I am today,
... "No Cap", as the kids might say.
My tale is well twined with that of Terraria,
A game that I have had the pleasure to grow alongside,
Watching it expand and develop in much the same way I have,
Progress marching, limping, and crawling on, but advancing still in due time.
Terraria has taken hold of my interest for nearly the entirety of its own existence,
A world of adventure, intrigue, and mystery never the same way twice,
Its goals the same, but the path ever different,
A world that I found, was much akin to life.
As I changed, grew, and faced the trials of each time, steady the game stood,
A place for me to go and rest when the the world weighed heavy upon my shoulders.
In my solitude, in my grief, in my questioning of this world,
The game would wait, patiently present for my return, beckoning softly to my weary soul.
The colorful canvas of the overworld was welcoming with every individual entry,
Each day, my wooden huts growing in grandeur, amassing followers from far and wide.
The consistent and calming tunes of the town rolling softly like billowing clouds,
Transporting me to this little world where all of my worries would wash away like water.
But I was no peaceful builder, no mild-mannered maker,
I explored, conquered, and slew countless creatures, the evils of the world fearing my blade.
I drove my constant conquest far and wide, no corner of the map safe from my malevolence,
And in time, there was no mob nor machine, boss nor beast, that could best me.
Finally, as it was all done,
As every world felt as if it was nearing its complete closure,
A monument I would make, a testimony to my toil,
A memento to my time, my missions, and all the memories in-between.
After many years, the cycles began to grow bland, the process repetitive,
And so I began to indulge in the powerful, ever-present passions of others.
Mods and add-ons, challenges and trials, lore and laughs, I sought all of it.
Many more memories made on the foundations of the fulfilled visions of others.
But finally, those days began to burn out too, the game itself growing tiresome to me.
As mods had shown, people are creatures of passion,
and in my pursuit of finding more who burned so brightly, radiated such renewing love for this game,
I was brought here, a place of not only passion, but companionship and creativity.
Terraria is just as much its players as it is the game they play,
A community of all kinds, all populations, and all people.
It is a melding pot of ideas, culture, and creativity,
and it is a place I have come to adore just as much as the game that brought me here.
On these forums, I have found many friends, people like me, some people different,
but people nonetheless, people who have helped me find my footing,
Determining who I am, and how I too can channel my own passion.
It was these people, these precious, priceless people, who have brought me here today.
And so
On this day, at this time, I wish to thank you,
All of you, moderators, members, coders, creators, artists, and anyone else,
For ten glorious years of this game, our game, Terraria,
And for helping me tackle this thing called life through it.
To ten years, and to many more.
The world moves fast, and people are made to maintain this pace.
We mirror this in our free time and with our hobbies,
Finding games, songs, and friends to match the meter of the breaks in our busy lives.
On this day, at this time, I would like to tell you a story,
One wrote in rhyme and rhetoric,
One of a game that has aided in making me who I am today,
... "No Cap", as the kids might say.
My tale is well twined with that of Terraria,
A game that I have had the pleasure to grow alongside,
Watching it expand and develop in much the same way I have,
Progress marching, limping, and crawling on, but advancing still in due time.
Terraria has taken hold of my interest for nearly the entirety of its own existence,
A world of adventure, intrigue, and mystery never the same way twice,
Its goals the same, but the path ever different,
A world that I found, was much akin to life.
As I changed, grew, and faced the trials of each time, steady the game stood,
A place for me to go and rest when the the world weighed heavy upon my shoulders.
In my solitude, in my grief, in my questioning of this world,
The game would wait, patiently present for my return, beckoning softly to my weary soul.
The colorful canvas of the overworld was welcoming with every individual entry,
Each day, my wooden huts growing in grandeur, amassing followers from far and wide.
The consistent and calming tunes of the town rolling softly like billowing clouds,
Transporting me to this little world where all of my worries would wash away like water.
But I was no peaceful builder, no mild-mannered maker,
I explored, conquered, and slew countless creatures, the evils of the world fearing my blade.
I drove my constant conquest far and wide, no corner of the map safe from my malevolence,
And in time, there was no mob nor machine, boss nor beast, that could best me.
Finally, as it was all done,
As every world felt as if it was nearing its complete closure,
A monument I would make, a testimony to my toil,
A memento to my time, my missions, and all the memories in-between.
After many years, the cycles began to grow bland, the process repetitive,
And so I began to indulge in the powerful, ever-present passions of others.
Mods and add-ons, challenges and trials, lore and laughs, I sought all of it.
Many more memories made on the foundations of the fulfilled visions of others.
But finally, those days began to burn out too, the game itself growing tiresome to me.
As mods had shown, people are creatures of passion,
and in my pursuit of finding more who burned so brightly, radiated such renewing love for this game,
I was brought here, a place of not only passion, but companionship and creativity.
Terraria is just as much its players as it is the game they play,
A community of all kinds, all populations, and all people.
It is a melding pot of ideas, culture, and creativity,
and it is a place I have come to adore just as much as the game that brought me here.
On these forums, I have found many friends, people like me, some people different,
but people nonetheless, people who have helped me find my footing,
Determining who I am, and how I too can channel my own passion.
It was these people, these precious, priceless people, who have brought me here today.
And so
On this day, at this time, I wish to thank you,
All of you, moderators, members, coders, creators, artists, and anyone else,
For ten glorious years of this game, our game, Terraria,
And for helping me tackle this thing called life through it.
To ten years, and to many more.
WinterHenry
Terrarian
Benry Gaming
CelebrationMK10
The Terrarian's Birthday
Act I: The Meeting (At the Guide's generic box house. The Guide, Merchant, Dryad, Demolitionist, Goblin Tinkerer, and Party Girl are gathered around a table.) Guide: Okay, what are we going to do? Merchant: About what? Guide: About the Terrarian's Birthday! Merchant: I don't know, as long as it...
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I barely finished this in time! It's my Terraria story. It's pretty ridiculous, so don't take it seriously. I apologize ahead of time if it ends up being bad
Edit: had to update the link because I forgot to title it
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