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By cropped, do you just mean resizing the whole image to 500x500?

If not, which parts do you want me to crop out?

Here's my entry for Fluttershy! c:

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I'm planning on using the Fluttershy render! I have a cute idea for it! c:

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"Brian, face it. What do I even have to offer to this group? Everyone has so many great suggestions and what have I got? Nothing. Nothing, Brian. You heard Quin. I'm a weak link. Useless." A warm presence flushed over Brian. It was Aileen hugging him. He wiped the flowing tears from his eyes. She spoke directly in reply to his comment. "That's not true. You have your family. And me. You have something to live for, Brian- your little sister. I on the other hand, have...nothing." Aileen's words struck Brian hard. He looked at her in much confusion. Now she was just flat out lying. Brian stood up and weakly said to her, "How dare you say that! You have your family, and me! You have so much to live for Aileen, please don't say things like this... you are my best friend, and you are not useless! Please Aileen... you know how much of a mess I am when I cry..." He chuckled through his tears, trying to lighten the mood. This was all so depressing.

Footsteps. His ears picked up on the sound as he turned to see who it was. It was Quin... going on the stage? She vanished behind the curtain, and emerged. Oh, the times Brian had behind the curtain... that wasn't important right now. He squinted to see what she held, a bow and arrow? Why...? He saw her pull the string back, the arrow pointing towards Abby. Wh-what was she doing?! Those arrows were real! Brian would know, of course, because he was in the show Helen of Troy... that wasn't important either. Quin released the arrow and it shot into Abby's shoulder.

...What a gruesome sight.

Blood was shooting out of the wound rapidly. He had to look away, or else he'd be sick. He diverted Aileen's eyes away from the scene too, turning their backs to the gory scene. But something was... odd, she wasn't screaming. How the hell could she not be screaming?! She just got shot with a fucking arrow! His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a ghastly voice echo across the auditorium. Cautiously, he turned to see Quin-- except it wasn't Quin anymore. Crestatia. Brian growled under his breath.

The bow and arrow levitated in the air. Brian gulped. He saw the bow turn towards Quin, her body completely still. An eye for an eye...? Oh no. Brian shrieked dramatically as the arrow was released. He noticed Altair run onto the stage and lunge at Quin. He knocked her over. There was a loud thud, but Brian couldn't make out what happened. Did he save her, or did she get hit? What if he got hit? Questions floated in his head as he looked to Aileen, wondering what she was thinking.

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Hearing others actually reply to his question gave Brian a slight smile of achievement, despite their rather morbid and vague responses. He obviously knew that Madeline didn't favor him, but he wasn't quite so sure with the others. Elizabeth, Quin, and Temperance he felt were on the fence. As for Cherno and the others in the auditorium, he got the impression they didn't mind him--maybe even liked him. The thought made him giddy, which must've seemed almost sadistic considering the situation the group of eleven were currently in. Maybe he wasn't as hated as he had thought...

The poor boy, he couldn't have been more wrong.

He overheard Quin's comment towards Cherno. His stomach flipped. He felt sick. He was... one of the weakest links? The words made him feel disgusting. Hearing Aileen's name, he promptly looked to her. She looked upset--extremely. Then, he barely heard Aileen's "confession". With a gasp, he approached her suddenly. His face looked of disappointment and sadness. How could she say that about herself?!

Brian grabbed her by the wrist, hopefully not hurting her, and lead her away from the group. He looked back at the group as the duo walked, pure discontent in his eyes. Once he felt they were an acceptable distance away, he sat on the ground. In an effort to calm himself, Brian breathed calmly and adjusted his scarf. His eyes were deadlocked with Aileen's. "What would make you say that, Aileen?" Brian asked bluntly. He put in an attempt to sound caring, but this was too serious. "If anyone should die from here, it should be me. It's not like anyone besides you would care anyway..." His voice trailed off.

No, this wasn't about him, it was about Aileen. He swallowed hard as the tears came streaming down his cheeks. It was all about Aileen... b-but, how could they not like him--even hate him? How? He-he was so friendly towards everyone. He rocked back and forth slightly, his weakness in plain sight. Watery eyes looked to his best friend as he waited for her reply.

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The tension in the room was intense and made Brian extremely uncomfortable. He shifted awkwardly in his seat, crossing his legs in the process. That was... a little better. With a yawn, he scratched his head and slouched slightly. How long would they be trapped in here? The answer left a pit in the bottom of the boy's stomach. He sighed and covered his stomach with his crossed arms. Brian looked to Aileen, who seemed to be... in pain? He frowned slightly and turned back to the others.

They were still spewing ideas like a faucet, which was a good thing, but none of them went anywhere. Either everyone ignored it or someone changed the course of the conversation. He shouldn't be too judgmental though, since he was also guilty of this. Brian looked to his lap as everyone contined with their own trains of thought. At least they spoke in turn, it showed some of these people had some decency.

It was Quin's idea that made Brian quickly raise his head and look at the girl. Did she seriously just ask that? This would surely cause nothing but more animosity between everyone. Hopefully they would stay smart and not say anything, just as he planned to. His eyes diverted back to his lap, and he allowed his thoughts to travel elsewhere.

...Surely they wouldn't be in here much longer, right? Brian's stomach growled menacingly. He observed the others one by one, and picked off who seemed to be in a terrible condition. He looked curiously at them, and looked for any signs of weakness. Temperance didn't look so hot, and neither did Madeline. Maybe their stomachs were killing them as much as his was killing him? A part of him felt sorry for them, but he had to worry about himself and Aileen. He, again, looked to her. She seemed neutral for now. A large weight was lifted off his heart as he sighed easily.

Still... there was the burden of this whole one-hundred-days thing. It still hadn't sunk in fully, despite all the traumatic events that had unraveled so far: Thomas' death, the explosion at Lacey's, the storm, and now this...? It all still seemed so bizarre to him. What had they done to deserve this...? Suddenly, an idea popped in his head, and his mouth soon followed suit. Plus, hopefully this would at least divert attention from Quin's... question. "What if... we all have done something that made Crestatia choose us?" Brian spoke confidently. "I think we all should confess something we feel guilty about." He gulped, his confidence fading. Brian spoke weakly, a lone tear falling from his cheek to the cold floor.

"...I caused the death of... someone very close to me..."

why you so tipsy? ;-;

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The cold gaze of Madeline gave Brian shivers. Her stare cut through his psyche and left him slightly trembling. He figured she didn't like him, but this look... it looked as if she wanted him dead. He gulped as the adjusted a stray piece of hair on his forehead.

The others' ideas sent Brian's head spinning. Anthony, the video game boy, cracked a... code? His mind flashed back to when he first opened the email and figured this "code" was that impossibly small print. He was impressed, yet utterly surprised with the boy. He figured him for a goof, but he actually did something constructive! In fact... he's done much more for this cursed group than he had done...

As if Madeline's previous gaze wasn't enough, she now mentioned about... killing each other? What was wrong with this girl?! Brian looked down to see his hands quivering as a cold chill rippled down his spine. "No, no... you don't think Cr-Crestatia would actually do that, right? It wouldn't be entertaining enough for her, right?" Brian said weakly in disbelief, clutching his stomach. Madeline couldn't possibly be right, not about this...!

...Right?

Hey! I think my Christmas theme is pretty cute and cheery... perfect for the season, no? c:

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Watching over Aileen worriedly as she slept peacefully, Brian's eyes began to feel heavy. He had to fight this tempting urge; he had to make sure nothing would happen to Aileen. He rubbed his eyes to revitalize them, but it was to no avail. Soon, the weight was too strong and Brian softly closed his eyes and dozed off to sleep.

The school shaking awoke Brian almost immediately. He sat up with a jolt as he looked around curiously. He saw Aileen was already awake and covering her head his her hands. He looked to the ceiling to see no falling debris. Phew, thank goodness. Soon enough, the violent vibrations ended and he noticed Aileen stand up and walk away. Voices...? Brian followed suit closely behind the girl.

He listened carefully to Abby's, Aileen's, and Quin's thoughts on the whole situation. He nodded in agreement to both their claims about Crestatia. When Quin had finished, he picked up on Aileen's thoughts and added, "I don't think we all broke a single, common rule, so I agree with what you said afterwards... about the game and entertainment. She wants see to how we panic with virtually no way to escape, to see the insanity unfold..." He sounded depressing, a vibe he was not going for. He gulped softly, and inched closer to Aileen.

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Lindsy... Lindsy... Lindsy... must find Lindsy.

"Hey!"

Oh shit! Brian looked up, startled. This voice... it sounded familiar. He groaned under his breath. It was Madeline... oh, and she had company. He squinted to see Quin, which relieved his tension slightly.

"Um, are you guys okay?" Like she cares anyway. He looked to Chase and Aileen, who were both silent. With a sigh, Brian shook his head and replied with a blunt, "We're fine, thank you. How have you two been holding up?"

...Why the hell would they come over here--especially Madeline? Just to slap his hand away again? The memory left a bitter taste in his mouth. He hated bitter things.

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"Oh, good morning Brian. Sorry I didn't see you there. Really it's just that it's still dark. Have you two been okay? The weather seems to be a little bad.

Brian nodded slightly. "Good morning Chase. It's okay." He looked to Aileen, in hope that she would reply, but she just seemed frozen. He let his tense shoulders fall as he looked back to Chase. "Oh, don't mind Aileen. She seems to have... zoned out at the moment." Brian chuckled awkwardly and continued. "I think I'm speaking for both of us when I say that we're doing fine, thank you." Another chuckle and a smile. "How about you, Chase? How've you been holding up?"

In wait for Chase's reply, Brian let his mind wander to his home. He worried at how it was holding up with the flooding... were Mom and Dad even home? Maybe they couldn't leave work because of the inclement weather. With a barley audible gasp, a realization came into view. Lindsy... if Mom and Dad weren't there... she'd be home by herself.

His heart began to race. Oh no, oh no, oh no. His breathing quickened, his chest rising and falling rapidly. No, no, no, no, no, no! With her poor heart conditions, the flood would most certainly do a number on her. Sickening scenarios played through Brian's head. Lindsy having a heart attack. Lindsy drowning. Lindsy crying in the corner of her pale rose room.

No... no... calm down Brian. Mom and Dad are probably home, and Lindsy is safe with them They're going to be okay...

They're all going to be okay.

мєяяу cняιѕтмαѕ!

Loriah, your request has been fulfilled! Please tell me if you want anything changed, and happy holidays!

NOTE: I used the first image you gave me originally in the beginning, but then I looked back at the thread and saw you changed it. So if it looks... odd(?), that's why!

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500 by... what? Another 500?

Here, both of your requests have been edited to your liking!

Again, Happy Holidays to you both! c:

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