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    WINNER UPDATE: Win a SCAM #1 Prize Pack! [Contest]

    By | September 5th, 2012
    Posted in Contests | 21 Comments

    Congratulations to Caroline, who won the SCAM #1 Prize Pack (and Joe Mulvey’s devilish admiration) with the following con:

    When I was in highschool, my father and I came to an arrangement that if I earned the state-sponsored full scholarship for college, he would pay the rest of my tuition. Of course, he probably thought he was getting the better deal, assuming that “full scholarship” was a literal designation. Suffice to say, I followed through, but he wasn’t so keen to keep up his side.

    Between our agreement and my starting college, my parents divorced and my father wanted nothing to do with making my mom’s life easier. This included helping me get through college. Every semester, I had to have a “meeting” with him (ever the business man). He showed me his papers, his budget, the divorce agreements; their presentation was meant to confuse and distract me. He always gave me less than I required and told be to be grateful that I got anything at all.

    Eventually I had had enough and decided to beat him at his own game. There had been a tuition hike, but the numbers I presented him with that semester were much higher. I presented my figure with a straight face. He suggested a lower amount, in fact more than I had honestly hoped for. I haggled a bit more with him before leaving, feigning defeat. He thought he had yet again come out ahead. Little did he know that his cold business-like manner had taught me to be a better liar, and with no remorse. I got through college and that’s all that matters.

    Thank you to everyone who entered the contest!

    “SCAM” writer/artist Joe Mulvey and Tyler James of ComixTribe want to give you a chance to win a SCAM prize pack, containing:

    – a Signed SCAM #1 variant
    – a piece of original art from SCAM #1
    – a SCAM t-shirt

    They’re great guys promoting a cool book, but they’re also good conmen. You see, there’s a string attached:

    They want to know the biggest or best lie you’ve ever told!

    Post your response (along with your e-mail!) in the comments section, creator Joe Mulvey will choose his favorite response, and the winner will be contacted through e-mail. The contest will run until Midnight EST on Tuesday, September 18th, 2012.

    Alright folks, let’s hear some juicy ones!


    Vince Ostrowski

    Dr. Steve Brule once called him "A typical hunk who thinks he knows everything about comics." Twitter: @VJ_Ostrowski

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    • Keith

      I’ll preface this by saying this isn’t the juiciest or most devious lie I’ve ever told, no, I’d file this one under “Most Embarrassing Lie I’ve Ever Told and One I Should Not Be Posting About in a Public Forum.” While that might be stretching the rules of the contest a little bit, I’ve been a fan of this site for long enough now to know they don’t frown on a little rule-bending, and I hope Mr. Mulvey feels the same (as the guy behind a book called “Scam,” I should hope he does). This should also be given some extra points for being the first time I’ve ever disclosed this deep, dark secret from my past.

      I was in seventh grade when the movie “Titanic” came out in theaters. I made plans with my then-girlfriend to go see it at a theater nearby my house. My Dad dropped me off a little early and I had just purchased two tickets when my pager (yes, my pager) went off. It was my girlfriend cancelling on me for a reason I can no longer recall.

      Here’s where I’ll insert my second disclaimer: I was a rebellious teenager. Now, what I’m going to tell you in the next paragraph might not jibe with that description, but my point is this: I had four hours or freedom from my parents, homework and other drag-inducing pressures a normal seventh-grader finds at home, and I was not about to squander it by calling my Dad to have him come pick me up.

      So, here’s what I did: I walked into the theater, bought some gummi bears and watched “Titanic” by myself.

      Dun-dun-dunnnnnn…

      Now, if you think that’s a doozie, here’s the real kicker: I told my girlfriend that I just went home after she cancelled on me, so, naturally, she rescheduled our “Titanic” date for the very next day.

      I was stuck. I couldn’t admit that I went ahead and watched the romantic event of the decade by myself the day before, so I had no choice but to meet her at the theater, buy two more tickets and another pack of gummi bears, take my seat and act surprised when Leo finally bites it at the end.

      So there it is, world. I saw “Titanic” in the theaters on two consecutive days. Go ahead, judge away! All I ask is that I be given this awesome prize pack as the first step toward redemption for my past sins.

      Thank you,
      Keith
      keithgrauman (at) gmail (dot) com

      • Heh. Good one, Keith. I bet that one has been weighing you down for years. Did you cry at the end both times, is what I want to know!

        • Keith

          Like a baby, Tyler, like a baby.

    • “No, I’M Spartacus!”

    • David

      I bought a copy of SCAM #1 before Diamond distributed it but my store carried it! Also, I took part in the Oxymoron Kickstarter! Those are not the lie, that’s me saying how I’d love to win this contest because I’m down with Comixtribe for sure!

      Anyways, for my best lie ever I have a tie between 2, a sweet story and a silly one.

      The silly one is that my friends and I were at a grocery store back during our high school years with nothing else to do, and one of my friend’s boyfriends took one of those scooter carts, drove it outside the store, crashed it, wrecked it, and fled the scene. She was with a moron, indeed. So, we had to concoct the story that he was mentally disturbed and I got to be the one who told this to the store manager whilst keeping a straight face so the boyfriend wouldn’t get us in huge me trouble. They said he wouldn’t be welcome at the store again but they wouldn’t pursue it further. In the ultimate twist his uncle worked at corporate for the grocery chain and when he got an incidence report about this as he did any happenings, he apparently mentioned it was his nephew, and he was indeed, “Special.” So yeah, that’s pretty wild, having to bail out an idiot.

      The sweet one is how back in junior high I wasn’t afraid to ask girls to dance, and me being in 7th grade asking girls who were older than me took gall. My one friend had been having no luck getting any girls to dance with him, so I asked a few I had danced with if THEY could ask him to dance so he would feel better. When he later told me about it and I had a knowing smile he asked if I had anything to do with it. I lied and said, “No,” so that he could keep feeling good. That was a lie I did to be a good friend.

      So there they are.

      My email is davidfun102@gmail.com

      • Thanks for supporting SCAM, David! And watch out for those cart crashing trouble makers!

    • I have two, both of which are pretty silly.

      The first one is that I went to a pretty big house-warming party one weekend, but the day before I went to the comic shop and spent pretty much all the money I had on a new TPB, and told everyone at the party that I couldn’t contribute much money to drinks/pizza/random stuff because my Pops hadn’t given me any!

      The second one is probably the silliest. A few years ago, I used to go literally -everywhere- on rollerblades. However, I wasn’t very good, and had about the same poise and balance as a three legged giraffe. I got sent out on an errand to go and pick up some milk from a local shop, and as usual I went out on my rollerblades. On my way there, I full-on collided with a bin, almost breaking it (and skinning my knee) and when someone asked what happened, I lied and said I didn’t know!

    • Jamie Gambell

      Years ago I was working on a film shooting in Malta, and one night in the bar the first assistant director and I told the locations manager that I had been trained as a puppeteer – talking about the lost art form of puppets.

      As the job went on we built on the story, and I told of a maternal uncle in Prague who had taught me all of the secrets of puppeteering – including the oh-so-difficult “double-drop” maneuver.

      We moved around to another hotel in Sardinia, one with a display diorama of a pastoral scene featuring shepherds and sheep, and some puppets.

      The locations manager asked me to show him some moves, and he went about getting permission for me to actually walk onto the diorama and work my magic.

      A handful of people pulled up chairs ready to watch the show unfold.

      I basically started to puppeteer, before throwing a diva tantrum (later blaming the inferior strings), kicking the sheep around the set and storming off.

      jamiegambell (at) gmail dot com

      • Hilarious!

        The old “let’s lie about our jobs to strangers at bars” game has always been a favorite of mine. Some of my favorites:

        – Hand model stunt double. “You think Stallone was really hanging from that mountain in cliff hanger? That hand was all mine, baby!
        – Closed-caption typer for CNN.
        – Large Aquatic Mammal Relocation Vehicle Operator. aka I drive “the whale truck.”

        Ah…good times.

      • Puppet Cons? That is definitely a first.

    • Caroline

      When I was in highschool, my father and I came to an arrangement that if I earned the state-sponsored full scholarship for college, he would pay the rest of my tuition. Of course, he probably thought he was getting the better deal, assuming that “full scholarship” was a literal designation. Suffice to say, I followed through, but he wasn’t so keen to keep up his side.

      Between our agreement and my starting college, my parents divorced and my father wanted nothing to do with making my mom’s life easier. This included helping me get through college. Every semester, I had to have a “meeting” with him (ever the business man). He showed me his papers, his budget, the divorce agreements; their presentation was meant to confuse and distract me. He always gave me less than I required and told be to be grateful that I got anything at all.

      Eventually I had had enough and decided to beat him at his own game. There had been a tuition hike, but the numbers I presented him with that semester were much higher. I presented my figure with a straight face. He suggested a lower amount, in fact more than I had honestly hoped for. I haggled a bit more with him before leaving, feigning defeat. He thought he had yet again come out ahead. Little did he know that his cold business-like manner had taught me to be a better liar, and with no remorse. I got through college and that’s all that matters.

      kodawaruonna (at) yahoo (dot) com

      • Sometimes you gotta fight fire with fire. (Hope dad isn’t a Multiversity reader!)

        • Pulling a CON on your old man? Brutally classic.

    • drewbie

      The same time I had put in my two weeks at a previous job, two girls had just transferred in from a different location. They had gone to high school together, and knew each other pretty well.

      Because of how the schedule worked out, I had three shifts with one of them (Tiffany), and would only work one shift, my last, with the other (Jenna). Realizing this, I convinced Tiffany to tell me everything she could think of about Jenna. Family, friends, favorite food, music, movies, the car she drove, everything. And I memorized it.

      When my last shift came and I met Jenna for the first time, I told was friendly and told her all about myself. Except, I lied and told her all about *her*self, pretending we’d led the same life, down to the name and occupation of “our” brother. When she was amazed and kept saying “That’s the same car I drive!”, I accused her of making fun of me.

      I don’t think anyone ever told her it wasn’t true.

      • You’re a psychological terrorist, Drewbie! But hey, way to have fun with your last day!

      • The last day should have ended the next morning.

    • At freshman orientation in college I told everyone I was from Iceland. The student who came from the furthest away got a prize. I don’t remember what it was, but for months afterwards people called me “Iceman” and that was worth way more than whatever the prize may have been.

    • Oh, hey. The contest is closed. We’ll be announcing the winner soon, so stay tuned!

    • The post has been updated, and the winner announced.

      Thanks, everyone!