I will not be posting in random topics as much as I used to, maybe a post in one or two a day. I will also not be making topics as much, and the majority of the time I spend on this site should be updating my blog or checking PMs. BBC entries of mine will not have topics, and I won't make topics for random MOCs of mine. I really am trying to cut back on internet time, I realized I spend over three hours a day on the stupid computer. This is also why I have to quit Nate's shop. (Not the only reas
Well, quantum physics and the laws of the universe and pi to the 3,000th digit didn't work, and now I have two MOCs tied for first, and another two tied for third. So I'm leaving the polls up for a bit longer to determine the winner.
I only spent $20 on Steam to finally get PC copies of Garry's moderator and The Orange Box, and also Call of Cthulhu. I really want more but I need to save up for college so I'm feeling incredibly responsible and stuff now. :3
My day consisted of waking up, listening to techno, playing The Orange Box, interweb surfing, and reading manga.
How many people did something similar, and how many people think I should get a life?
If it seems like Kakaru is dehydrated in the BZPRPG, it's because they say to write what you know. AND HOLY BLARGH I HAVE A HEADACHE I AM DEHYDRATED AND IT SUCKS. So yeah, probably should have drank more water when I went paintballing. It was pretty fun otherwise. I got caught in an open field once, then managed to flank two snipers at the top of a box canyon and took one of them out by running his tank dry while my teammate snuck over the top of the cliff. Awww yeahhhhh 8)
Also I should update my comic. And my epic. I totally have ideas for them but no time to work on them. because college also I convinced one of my friends to sign up for this site so there's that
Yeah, I found this in his sig.
[flash=250,100]http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/sprxtrerme/BANNERS/thornax.swf
This is one of the most ridiculously random and fun sigs I've come across in a long time. Go ahead, whack something!
This might be concerning mostly members of the Doukutsu Monogatari Fanclub, but anyone is welcome to join. If you express any interest in MOCING an 8-bit pixelated game for minimal or no real-life prizes, just post here.
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Link to the topic and comic being discussed. Overused downtime joke is overused. Uhhh, not much to say here. With page 6 (or 12, depending on how you define a page) finished, I'm going to start on a guest comic for Bionicle Manga, one of the most ambitious hand-drawn comics in AIII. The art isn't necessarily the best, but it shows distinct signs of improvement from chapter 1 to chapter 4 and I admire his determination; refusing to give up even in the face of a horrid lack of replies or even
I <3 this picture. I have no idea what the bird-man is, but that it might be related to the comics.
The city below is very accurate to what I imagine Steampunk.
Cheers.
link to the topic and comic being discussed. Editing this thing was so frustrating. I scrunched up the first half of the page when I was erasing, then ripped the corner when I was trying to flatten it out again. Yes, the rip is still visible in p#6. I thought it looked like he cracked the wall, which was pretty funny. I had to edit it out in the doorway, because you can't crack the empty space between walls. The second half of the comic just wasn't working at all. The dialogue didn't flow, t
My Contest is still running, and due to the fact that this week is gonna be busy and I have a very small group of entries, I'm extending the deadline to July 28th!
There's still time to enter! Hurry!
Which is to say, I'm going to my Grandma and Grandpa's house at 5 in the morning tomorrow to rake leaves out of their yard.
Which is BTW awesome. They have SQUIDNORMOUS trees and a small yard, so the leaves are like six inches deep.
And I muddle about in them like a leaf shark.
muddlemuddlemuddlemuddlemuddlemuddle
It's easy to become emotionally detached from an account-- to rationalise, to decentralise, to marginalize, but nothing matches the pure terror of being so intimately and immediately associated with something so wrong and so terrible that your mind cannot deny it. You feel the webs spread across your vision as you try to focus on the comfort of the yellow streetlight outside, but the longer you stare at it, the darker it becomes. You realise how empty it really is, how little power it has to h
