CaT in Rogue

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!

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.

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!

Hello, everyone! You may remember that I made some very simplistic Piraka banners before the forums went down. Well, now they're back, and reinforced with my new understanding of how to use GIMP! If used, please give credit.

Granted, but now your chili stinks.I wish I could fly.

Color Wheel.

So, basically, this is a basic banner I threw together on MSPaint. It's not much, just pretty simple. Please give credit if you use it, though.

New comic up! My sister's sprite is based on her self MOC color wise, but she prefers to have a Huna on her sprite, and I used a Hau in real life. Also, I've noticed that the red characters in my comics have gotten into the most trouble so far, though not on purpose on my part. Remind anyone else of a particular 70's Sci-Fi show?

Chapter 2: The Plan Begins.Icarax: "So, you're saying that you have a way to take over the universe?"Teridax: "That's right."Icarax: "Oh, please! That's as stupid as Bitil's idea that we're just figments of some powerless, pink, organic creature's imagination!"Bitil: "Hey!"Teridax: "I have proof. Mutran has been to Tren Krom island, and has found the secrets of this universe out for me."Mutran: "And you STILL have yet to pay my mental psycologist's bill's!"Teridax: "Whatever."Icarax: "Okay, assuming that this plan will work, what's the first step?"Teridax: "Step one: Create Rahkshi arm-"Miserix: (Stomps in) "TERIDAX! YOU DELINQUENT! YOU FILLED MY SHOES WITH MUSTARD AGAIN, DIDN'T YOU?! WELL, GUESS WHAT, WISE GUY! YOU ARE GOING TO LICK MY SHOES CLEAN, INSIDE AND OUT, WITH YOUR TONGUE! AND I JUST MADE SURE TO STEP IN MUAKA POOP! NOW GET TO IT!" (stomps out.)(Silence)Teridax: "As I was saying, Step one: Get rid of Miserix."Bitil: "That's not what you were-"Teridax: "Shut up Bitil! What would a stupid big old yellow bug like YOU know, anyway?!"Bitil: "Oh, yeah? Well, you are UGG-LEE!"Teridax: "Whatever. You are too."Bitil: "I know! WAAAAAHH!!"Teridax: "Crybaby."-------------------------------------(In Miserix's office)Teridax: (Barges in) "Miserix, you've been leader for too long! It's time for a new commander! AKA Me!"Miserix: "And exactly how do you plan to usurp me?"Teridax: "I challenge you to a BATTLE!"Miserix: "Let's see if you can take me, wimp!"*Cue epic Pokemon battle music*(Suddenly, Bitil rushes in.)Bitil: "Guys, guys, stop, hold everything!"Teridax: "What is it NOW, Bitil?"Bitil: "Instead of the big, epic battle that everyone thinks you guys have and what is already put down on the history books, why don't you just read my newest book? The one who holds out the longest wins!"Teridax: "And just what IS this book?"Bitil: "I'll show you!"Teridax: "This really DOES look like a challenge."Miserix: "Agreed. Let's do it!"[Later]Miserix: (Eyes crossed and bloodshot) "AAAUUUGH!! I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! THE CHEESINESS! THE CHEESINESS!"Teridax: Which means that I'm the new leader of the Makuta! WOOT! And I hereby declare that Miserix should be put to death!Miserix: "What?! Why?"Teridax: "Remember all those times you were mean to us and I said you would regret it?"Miserix: "Yeeeess..."Teridax: "Well, now I'm making you regret it!"Miserix: "Dang it!"Teridax: "Krika, you do the dirty work while I give this office the Teridax Touch!"Krika: "Fine. If I have to. Nothing else to live for anyway. sigh."Teridax: "What's with you? Why're you acting all Emo?"Krika: "I'm gonna get evaporated and you're gonna get mooned."Teridax: "You make no sense!"Krika: "Neither does my existence."Teridax: "Whatever."

Comics 3 and 4 are up! I made a mistake in Comic 4 about which body sprite to use, but it's no big whoop.

I'll definitely enter this. It seems like a cool idea. I'll be using the title 'Absolute Power.'

Explosions.

These sets look AMAZING. However, the flying shark dude looks kind of weird, and the Black Phantom has that same old Fire Lord design we love to hate. Other than that, though, they seem pretty cool. Never had hero cuffs in set form before. Does anyone else notice that the Black Phantom's helmet thing makes him look kind of like Toa Inika Hewkii?

I don't know a permanent method, but I typically use tape or glue.

Memes? What memes? Sure, I'd say there would be a lot if there were over nine thousand memes, but Y U No understand that people are people, and memes are funny, and people like funny. As for the MLP thing, it seems fine, but if I was a so-called 'Brony', I'd be kind of embarrased to tell the orld about it.

Hi, and welcome to my new comic series, MSPain(T) Comics! The comic series is so named due to the main medium being MSPaint, with GIMP used for (and ONLY for) text glow and background making. Anyways, time to get started! (BTW, I use the corresponding keyboard symbols instead of the actual numbers, so good luck!) Credit for the sprites go to Dark709.

The forums messed up all of my URL's for some reason, so I erased them. You can find all of my comics http://www.brickshelf.com/cgi-bin/gallery.cgi?f=486594&n=0]here.[/url]

GS and PGS positions are closed.PGS':1: King Joe2: Leganto The Le-Matoran

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Spiriah.

Okay, so I played this once, and I think it's pretty fun. Basically, someone makes a wish, and you corrupt it, then make your own wish. For example: User1: I wish I had a puppy. User2: Granted, but it's an ugly Bulldog-Schnauzer mix. I wish I had a hot dog. And so on. Without further ado, Let's get started! I wish I had a 3DS.

I'm trying to post comics, but I can't figure out how to display the text I want to show and have it be the link to the page I want it to link to. Instead, it shows the link's text, like this: http://www.brickshelf.com/gallery/Grank/MyOwnComics/grankthreecomicone.png. Help!

Sleep Powder and Leech Seed are also pretty good if you're up against a tough opponent. On another note, I recognize a few of you from PokeCommunity Forums.

Welcome to my new Comedy, Makuta Adventures! I've been noticing that I write a whole lot more funny stuff when working with Makuta, so as a way to start off my new BZP experience, I'm starting a new comedy! Chapter 1: Party in the Meats! (Locker) Teridax: "Okay everybody, you know the plan right?" Spiriah: "I ram down the reinforced double doors." Krika: "I phase through the laser system, then disable it." Gorast: "I fly in and get the goods, hand them over to Bitil..." Bitil: "I zoom away as fast as I can with everything." Teridax: "And we all have hot dogs tonight!" Everyone: "YEAH!" (Miserix slams the door open) Miserix: "Are you planning to raid the meat locker AGAIN?!" Teridax: "Nope." Spiriah: "Nope" Krika: "Nope." Gorast: "I confess! Just stop glaring at me! !!!" Bitil: "Please don't kill us!" Teridax:(muttering) "When I take over the universe, you two are the first to be going down." Miserix: "WHAT WAS THAT?!" Teridax: "Woah, just calm down, big guy." Miserix: "CALM DOWN?! CALM DOWN?! HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO- Teridax: "Does someone have the lizard?" Krika: "Got it!" Miserix: (Taking deep breaths) "Okay, I'll let you off the hook this time. However, you must clean the Meat Locker with your toothbrushes, and then use them tomorrow, AND YOU WILL LIKE IT! !!!" (walks off in a huff) Teridax: "Oh, spofferwoffins."-----------------------------------------------(In Meat Locker) Bitil: "I hate this! It's so unfair!" Krika: "Well, that's what you get for CONFESSING!!" Bitil: "Hey, it was Gorast who did it! I just got scared!" Gorast: "Oh, now you're blaming ME for this?!" Bitil: "That's exactly what we're doing!" Gorast: "Why you!!! Have a taste of my Acid Fall Body Smack, you !!!! *Scene removed due to excessive blood, violence, gore, and cheese puffs. However, much yelling and snapping can be heard.* Teridax: "This'll be great on my TickR homepage!" Spiriah: "Talk about a great show!" Krika: "I've always dreamt of having my own show. Perhaps a comedy or something."-----------------------------------(Later) Teridax: "Well, it took all day, but we got this place clean! Of course the mess from the late Bitil's guts added a lot of time to the clean up, but at least we got it done!" Bitil: "Hi, guys!" Spiriah: "Wha-we thought you were dead!" Bitil: "That was the present me. My mask made it so my past self got transported to become present me. In a sense, I can't be killed unless it's by something as huge as a lightning bolt from the center of the universe's never ending storm. Course, not like anything even close to that will ever actually happen." Teridax: "Hmmm......" Bitil: "What?" Teridax: "Oh, nothing. Absatabalutely nothing." Spiriah: "Lier. You always say 'Absatabalutely' when you're up to something." Teridax: "I absatabalutely do not!" Spiriah: "Suuure you don't" Teridax: "Oh, fine. I'll tell you. Just be aware, this is extremely important, and will drastically alter your lives for the better. What I'm doing is-" We're going to cut off the comedy right here due to technical difficulties. Either that or we're just trolling you. Lulz. Word count: 474