CaT in Rogue

You may or may not remember my comedy 'Ask Lewa' on the old forums, but I figured I'd continue it. Don't worry, B+M=C and the others will return sometime or another. Anyways, let's get started! (P.S. If you remember Skirmix and Ratty, you get a cookie.)Chapter 1: Cupcakes.Lewa: Hi, everybody, and welcome back to 'Ask Lewa'! I've done a lot during the downtime,Computer: Translation: I've sat on the couch a lot.Lewa: Including adopting two new pets, Skirmix and Ratty!Computer: Translation: A Rock Steed to carry me to the kitchen when I get hungry, and a rat to keep me company while sitting on above mentioned couch.Lewa: So, let's start awnsering questions!Computer: Translation: Gimme stuff to awnser before I punch a hole through the wall.Lewa: Shut up, you piece of ####!!Computer: ....I think it's better I DON'T translate that....Lewa: Good! Bring up the first question! Lewa: Huh? What? (Quickly hides Twilight Sparkle toy) Of course not! What kind of girly person would like that?!Computer: You.Lewa: (Whispers) Shut up, you overglamorized toaster oven!Computer: Lewa is a Brony! Lewa is a Brony!Lewa: When I get my hands on you-!!Gali: (Walks in) Lewa, are you threatening the computer again?Lewa: Um...no?Gali: (Sighs and leaves)Lewa: Well, now that you've made a fool out of me in front of Gali, could you just give me the next question?!Computer: Maybe. Maybe not.Lewa: What do you expect...an apology?!Computer: Yes.Lewa: I'm not going to apologize to a-Computer: Uh-oh, I put it in the Trash folder by accident. Would be a shame if it were to accidently get deleted forever..,Lewa: Okay, okay, I'm sorry!Computer: That's better. Here's your question: Lewa: Well, sure! I don't have any problem reading about Cupcakes!Computer: Um, Lewa....Lewa: Nonsense! I'm sure it's just a nice, non-gory story about yummy cupcakes!Later, after actually READING 'Cupcakes':Lewa: That was definitely NOT a nice, non-gory story about yummy cupcakes!Computer: I'm not going to say I told you so, but I SAID TO YOU ACCURATELY!!Lewa: Oh, shut up...I think I'm going to be sick...Computer: How can you tell? You're green all over anyway!Lewa: Ooog, I can't do this...Skirmix, Ratty, you take over and awnser the last question...(Walks off)Skirmix: Is he gone?Ratty: I think so.Skirmix: Well, then, welcome back to The Skirmix Show!Computer: Oh, may heaven help us!Skirmix: I'm your host, Skirmix, and this is my co-host, Ratty!Ratty: We're going to take over 'Ask Lewa' for the last question of the day because of Lewa being stupid enough to read 'Cupcakes'!Computer: Stupid is right...Let's get this over with. Skirmix: Well, it's quite simple. You remember those scenes where the Lewa was swinging through the trees on Mata Nui? Well, he fell a lot.Ratty: You could say he bumped his head as a child.Skirmix: 63 times.Computer: That's it for today.Skirmix: Well, okay then. Have a good day everybody, and thanks for reading! Remember to send in lots of questions!Ratty: And to never read 'Cupcakes'!Word count: 578

TWO new comics up! The first was inspired by Darcsyde's 'The Net is Slow' song. The second announces my discontinuation of WaterWorks by instead integrating it into MSPT Comics, and my new use of GIMP. (P.S. If you don't get the joke, you've never had Nutella before.)

2/5...haven't really seen you much before...

New comic up! This is basically a strip to celebrate my B-day, which is when I'm posting this, as a matter of fact.

New comic up! Lots of thanks to Zerothemaster for showing me how to make the glowing text!

This is something I drew a while back, but hadn't gotten around to posting, so I can't exactly fix anything. It's a drawing of Makuta Teridax in his Mata Nui Titan form. Enjoy!

I use MSpaint and GIMP.

Page 182. FAIL.

Foooreeeeeveeerrrrr....

I haven't thought about this much, but now that I have,

Well, I've never really cared for fads, but the Whack-A-Thingy was pretty fun.

That's pretty ridiculous...I can't believe someone is ripping off the BZP community! I wonder what the people whose epics are included would say about this.

New comic up! Everything listed in the comic is real. Amazingly enough. Oh, and that's Grank {the green guy} talking, I forgot to make the lines.

Thanks for the support, everyone! Also, I really do need a lesson in highlighting text...

As you can probably figure out from the title, it's four days until a special event in my life, Novermber 19. Is it when I finally finish my frustrating Eagle Scout project? No, though that's getting close too. Thanksgiving? Obviously not. Everybody knows that Thanksgiving is on November Eleventeenth. Give up? It's going to be the day I turn 13! Might not seem that important, but I personally think it's the most important birthday. Not only can I join some of the Sites-That-Must-Not-Be-Named, but I also become a teenager. Kind of weird when I think about it. Only 72 years until I die. Oh well, who cares? PRESENTS!!!

Hello, everybody, and welcome to Water Works, my first GIMP-based comic series! It's about people working at Toa's Bark Water Park, based off of the Noah's Ark in Wisconsin Dells. Don't worry, it's funnier than it sounds. Here we go! Comic 1: Welcome to Toa's Bark! Comic 2: Meet the Employees! Comic 3: The Prophecy Comments and helpful advice are welcomed!

2 new comics up! I'm sorry for the difficulty in reading the text in Ice Cream Tour!, but I couldn't find anything to make it easier. If need be, I can post what it says. By the way, that is an actual Dreyers ice cream ingredient list. As for the second comic, I changed the background to a straight color, and made it bigger all round, which will make it easier for large blocks of text to be read.

New comic up! Although this comic is a filler, it reveals two important things: 1) I know how to use GIMP, as seen in this comic, and 2) I'm making all of my character's sprites three (or four, depending on the sprite) shade! Woohoo!

Member name: Kung fu rahkshi destroyer.Entry: Absolute Power

As his mind faded from reality to darkness, and back again, the Matoran lost track of the world, though it hardly mattered to him anyways. When faced with slipping beyond the veil, one's mind tends to be overcome with drowsiness, as if you were to take a rest. However, there were things his mind couldn't let go of. They stuck as if permanently branded into his skull by a hot iron. These were the images of the events leading up to this, his final demise. -------------------------------------------- For the Matoran, it began as just any other day in the Archives. He was, as always, assigned to take inventory. However boring this might sound, it is vital to the safety of the workers in the Archives, as some of the Rahi and other creatures stored there are extremely dangerous, and if one were to break loose, the results would be disastrous. Whilst taking the inventory, he passed by a quite large crack in the wall. Though cracks like this would normally be easily dismissed, the Matoran felt that he should take a closer look, as one can never be too careful in the Archives. As he examined it, he was surprised to find light coming from the crack. As he was underground, this was quite interesting, and he tried prying it open further. To his surprise, the crack swung open, being in reality part of a door that had been covered in rock. He opened the door to reveal a rather small closet, of which the only contents were a mask, a slab, and a lightstone. Upon further inspection, he found the slab to have writing on it, the like of which he had never seen. Taking the objects he had found, he showed them to the other Matoran working in the Archives, but none of them knew anything about the objects, or that the closet had even existed. He took the slab all around Metru Nui, trying to find someone who could translate it, but not even the Scholars in Ko-Metru or the Teachers in Ga-Metru could manage the feat. Discouraged, the Matoran returned to his home in Onu-Metru. There, he found that the writing was similar to the writing on tablets that had recently been discovered in the Archives. Working tirelessly, he stayed up day and night, translating it into something understandable. This affected his work, making him so tired during the day that he would occasionally fall asleep on the job, and with no support from anyone else, he was stretched to the limit between duties. Still, day after day, week after week, he translated, never showing a single doubt (though he had many) that his work was important. After many run-ins with the Vahki for being late, and countless sleepless nights, he finally finished the project. He began reading what he had uncovered, his excitement growing with every word. He had inadvertently uncovered one of the most important things in Matoran history. He had found blueprints to the universe. -------------------------------------------- Of course, amazing as this was, having the all of the universes secrets in his possession, he had no plans to act on this. He simply planned to turn it over to the Archives, in the process becoming one of the most famous beings to have ever existed. He dreamt of seeing large crowds gathering, just to see him, Matoran saying ‘That’s him! That’s the one who discovered the amazing tablet! We should never have laughed at him and his diligence!” And so, the next morning, he rushed as fast as he could to the Archives, eager to begin his life of fame and fortune. However, as soon as he had showed it to the Chief Archivist, the Chief had just laughed, saying that he had obviously come upon some very well played hoax. The Matoran protested, but the Chief wouldn’t listen, and said to get back to work. That night, in his dwelling, the embittered Matoran decided to show that his work had not been in vain. He began to really study what the tablet was saying. Eventually, he came across instructions on how to make a power source that was large enough to run the universe. In fact, you could say that it was the way towards Absolute Power. He made up his mind. If he could make the power source successfully, he would prove once and for all that he was right. It took quite a few widgets to get everything he needed, so he was forced to live on very small amounts of money. It was worth it, though. Soon, he had all the ingredients he needed, even the Energized Protodermis, which was something of a difficulty to get. He had discovered that the lightstone and the mysterious mask he had found were actually extremely essential to the power source, though why they were the only specific ingredients found with the tablet was not clear. He put everything together in the Energized Protodermis containment units, as nothing else would be able to hold it. After a while of thoroughly dispersing everything else in, he was ready to put in the mask. Deciding to try it on before he dissolved it in the mixture, he took off his current mask and replaced it with this one. It felt strange, as some kind of energy unlike anything he had ever felt flowed through his body. He reached up to pull the mask off, but he lost his balance, dropping him off of the ladder he had been standing on, and into the murky vat. ----------------------------------------- Opening his eyes, he was surprised to find himself alive, though his body ached all over. However, noticing the more pressing matter of not being able to breathe, he tried to swim up and break the surface of the liquid. However, he ended of hitting his head on a wall of some sort. He tried swimming the opposite direction, but found another barrier, blocking him from precious air. Desperate, he rammed against it with a strength he did not know he had, exerting so much force that the vat simply disintegrated against the pressure. Drying himself off, he noticed that he had started glowing after his unpleasant dip in the vat. He felt raw energy coursing through his body, greatly enhancing his physical attributes, as he discovered. He decided that he would rest for the night, and that tomorrow he would prove that old fool who was the better Archivist around the Metru. ----------------------------- On his way to the Archives, he decided to take the long way, figuring that with all this power, not even those pesky Vahki could push him around. As he was walking down an alleyway, three thugs jumped out of nowhere.“Okay, buddy, we’re going to make this simple. You give us all of your money, and anything else you happen to be carrying, and we let you go real easy. You refuse, and we have a problem. Got it?”“But I don’t have any money left!” The Matoran protested. It was true. He had spent it all on his research.“Well, then it looks like we have a problem. Get ‘im, boys!” The Matoran panicked. Then he remembered his power. He could handle them easily, like taking berries from a cub Ash Bear. He closed his eyes and lashed out with a punch. He heard screaming and running. He opened his eyes, expecting to find all three of the thugs running like scared Rahi. Instead, only two were managing to get away. The other one was laying on the ground, with a fist-sized hole straight through his heartlight. He stared at the thug. He couldn’t have done this. He just couldn’t. But no matter how many times he tried to deny it in his mind, he knew he was the perpetrator of this terrible act. -------------------------------- After just standing there for a moment, he noticed that the sick feeling in the pit of the stomach wasn’t just coming from emotion. It was physical, and beginning to turn into a blinding pain. He stumbled around, leaning on a building for support, and suddenly realized what was happening. Power like this, so absolute in its infinite energy, had never been meant for the likes of any physical being. It was too powerful for his frail Matoran body to contain, and was slowly destroying him from the inside out. He thought it ironic that the power that had saved his life earlier was now going to take it from him. He fell over, his mind beginning to fade away… ---------------------------- The Matoran woke up laying on his bed in his dwelling. Looking around, he discerned that he was still alive. He got up, searching his dwelling for any signs of his experiments. Finding none, he dismissed the memories in his mind as just a bad dream. As he was preparing to go to the Archives for another day of work, he spotted a glimmer under his bed. Reaching under, he felt around until he felt something. He pulled it out, and saw something that sent chills up his spine. It was a small, closet shaped package, similar to the Archival closet he had stumbled upon in his dreams. He opened the package. Inside was the Lightstone, the Mask, and the Tablet.

Cool MOC, though the pictures are a bit dark to really make out details. The hunchback completes the whole henchman look. Nice job!

Totally awesome in a 'creepy cool' kind of way. I love it! Those claws and disfigured face really add to the apocalyptic look. Great job!