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Just so I can be prooven wrong, I could not willingly put it in the other thread. It's title was "Question." Not plural, the other question would proove the title wrong. Besides, I was already at the Spmazone's index. A new topic was just a quicker click.
How long will it take this thing to reach page 100 of the Spamzone? The world may never know.
Has this site always had a Spam Zone/Playground and if not, when did it get one?
One year ago from today, what were you doing? It's fun to see how we all change over time.
How does it feel to be mind rapped and then go see Watchmen after a hard day at work?
Which is the answer?
A probably stupid question, but what is the average hight of a image in a signature in your opinion? I was thinking of going into graphic designing and stuff, and I figured knowing what some people thought as average could help me set boundarys for my works.
Where do you go when your lonely? I'll follow you. -I love how this line makes this song a stalker theme. Not that good of a topic, but, eh. I had to use it sooner or later.
Out of the two films in the poll above, which one did you like better?
Chapter one: The Masquerade Begins. The night air hung swaying with the breeze and giving off the stench of old drugs. The streets were bathed in blood. On top of a empt spiraling building's top stood a lone figure. His face was masked and he wore a old black leather cloack. The mask fit him. Not just in size, but in personality.His name was Masquerade. Any other name he had had he had forgotten long ago. The streets began to blaze with light and sound. Not with the light of redemption, but with sin. Police sirens blazed throught the sinful night and called him... and he answered. He leapt into the air without a care for his life. If he died, it would be for a bigger cause. His life was meaningless in the large scheme of things...but he could never back down. He arrived at the place where the smell of sin was coming from, before the cops. "Like they care," he thought. "They are part of the reason this city is the way it is. They were the protecters, and they failed. Now that this city is drowning in it's own filth, sin, and sex, where the Hell are they? Ah, in Hell, burning with the rest of us." He sighed gently as he finished this statement and crawled into the walls of a apartment. "Who the **** are you?" the man from whome these words came from wore a mask. Not like his, diffrent. The others was coated with fresh blood."I'm the end result of a thousand years of sin and oppresion. A renegade angle sent from Heaven when God couldn't get his hands dirty," was Masquerade's menacing reply. "I don't care who the He-," before the wold-be burglar could finish his statement, he was snatched up by Masquerade by the neck and thrown into a bathroom. "We have quite a dirty mouth don't we? Let's see if we can wash it out," Masquerade said with a smile beneath his mask. Masquerade picked up a bar of soap and before the dazed criminal could reply, stuck it in the criminals mouth. "What the-," the criminal mumbled, and to his horror could not finish the sentence. "Toxic soap, interesting, huh? Just like you, something that slowly kills something and is meant to clean." Masquerade replied mockingly. "Listen, man. I don't know what you're talking about," the criminal said finding enough will to speak. "What's your name?" the criminal said after a moment of silence. "Dead men have no need for names." was Masquerades simple, melancholy, reply. The criminal began to reply, but only foam came out of his lips and soon he was silent. Masquerade set something down and jumped out a window. What echoed behind him was a "Bang.", flames, and then...silence. "Like I said, dead men have no need for names. Now you don't need one, ether," Masquerade said this as he tipped his hat off in mock respect. As he went to his place to sleep for the night, a lone garbage field with a field of houses in front and he sleapt in the house, he dozzed off. The next morning Masquerade awoke to someone banging on the door. "Rent," a gruff, hubby, bald, man smoking a cigar said. "One more day, sir," Masquerade said through grinting teeth. "Listen, bub. I don't care who you are. You pay the rent now, or you sleep woth the dogs. You're flesh'll be there meat," as the bald man said this a puff of smoke entered Masquerade's room. Masquerade saw the man had a name tag: Steve. "Well, Steve. I won't pay you today and I won't go to the dogs today. But I do love dogs and I wish to be generous to them so how about you go?" Masquerade said. Before the man could react, Masquerade threw him in a dumpster. Blood started to leak out. Masquerade got a glimps of the face. "Ah, the final mask. Throughout life we wear masks, death being the last one," Masquerade said this aloud with a bitter sweet smile underneath his mask. "One less grain of filth in this dumpster," Masqurade said aloud also as he begain to walk to the exit of the housing place/garbage dump.
Avatar: 9/10 It looks good for a avatar. Signature: 6/10 I can barely read the text, but I can read it after a while of thinking. Looks good, just not a lot of stuff there.
Just some random thing I did with Gimp. I'm still getting the hang of Gimp, but I'm slowly making some progress. Anyone have any ideas? The text before it was going to read: "How do you kill a planet? Simple, kill its heart." I might put up a version with that on it. Which text seems better in your opinion?
Thanks. I'm sort of new to Gimp, but if I can get it to work right, I'll try it. After I had saved this version, I noticed that the pictures did stand out individually. The fading out thing will help with my vision for the next one. Thanks. If I have enough time and I feel like it, later I might put up a redone version in a editted post of the rough draft without the edditing of the next version except for the fading thing. Then, after I see how that looks, I'll try a new version of it probably. Again, thanks for the help.
First off, this is my dirst time trying Gimp so don't expect something really good. Second, this is a rough draft. I will try to make a remixed one later (better photographs, shading, etc). Second, the reason that it has Robin in it will be explained in references. Now, you might want to know why it's called Red and Black. Well, this is a previewing of a tribute to Batman R.I.P.. References: Red and Black- Batman says it- Red and Black Life and Death The Joke and The Punchline "What we are about to do will be a work of art. Nothing less then the complete and utter ruination of a noble human spirit." -Dr. Simon Hurt Why is Robin in their? When The Joker says how he thought of the pattern he says he could have got it from his cell floor tiles, or when he was beating Robin's brains out with a crane. So... Robin. "I shall become a Bat." -Batman says this at some of his origions. It got smudged sort of in the picture. First try... "A Death in the Family." -Title of Robin part. During the new remix I will include more effects, etc. Anyone have any suggestions for a remix? I know this probably isn't even good, but the only way I can make this better is with suggestions.
Riku. Why: More calm and collected and ready to help his friends in my opinion.
Title: Sugar We're Going Down Artist: Fall Out Boy Album: From Under The Cork Tree Year: 2005
When can the story start?
Hello. What's up?
Ah. I'm not that creative at times. I also needed to work on my Cloud roleplaying so... Well, that's just how it worked out, I guess.
