[LET'S SEE YOU GRIT THOSE TEETH] Happy Birthday <3
At times of great need, the true potential of a person thrusts itself outwards in great leaps. However, how much potential is needed for an impossible need? This is what Timmy pondered as he stared at the stain-steel giant towering above him. Lines of magnets scaled the terrifying mountain, a sole magnet nearly at the peak. What Timmy wanted, however, was the prize at the top; the gold at the end of the rainbow, the earnings from a game of Jeopardy— the cookies jar. A prize even greater than eternal life itself, it sat atop the fridge, begging to be pried open by the mightiest of heroes. The achievements of Achilles, Theseus, Perseus (more so the contemporary version) would be mere dust before Timmy if he could retrieve the cookie jar. Sweat dribbled across his brow. His black eyes narrowed. Across the kitchen, in the laundry room laid his trusty steed, the stepladder. A metal beast made of pure awesome. Surely, the aid of the stepladder creature will be suitable enough to reach the cookie jar. With a jump, Timmy began to run, his socks feathers brushing the hardwood floor. The stepladder was within reach as he threw out an arm. His fingers embraced the handle as he smiled. Without stopping, he ran in an arc around the stepladder and slid back to the fridge, the stepladder clambering behind him. Coming to a halt, body sprawled out across the floor, Timmy gazed up at the cookie jar, his eyes shimmering black ice. Cookie jar, you will be mine. The stepladder took almost no time to set up against the fridge. Stepping back, Timmy marveled at his work. The stepladder scaled past the line of magnet, the four wide black steps like a shortcut to destiny. Timmy could feel the cookie jar’s fear. It made him feel empowered. Timmy took a step upon a ladder. A small creak echoed out of the hinges, but he was too determined to notice. His fingers were shaking mildly as he took the next step. Another creaking noise erupted from the joints, the ignorance of pride still clouding Timmy’s judgment. The creaking echoed as he took another step up. This time the sound reached his ears, an ominous, hanging bat in the chasm of his lobe. His breathing became stifled, each breath through his nostrils flowing in and refusing to leave. Timmy took a glance at his hand; it was pale, yet gripped the top of the fridge with some unknown courage. He could feel himself wishing that the courage in his hand would somehow diffuse into the bloodstream, quick and painless, and then overtake his existence, a true hero’s plague. He could feel this hand, tightly enclosed in its valor, nudge him up to the fourth and final step. With a gulp, Timmy heaved his right leg onto the final step, his eyes closing immediately. The kitchen was quiet. The stool was no longer creaking, the memory of the sound fading quickly from his mind as he brought his left leg upon the stool. His victory laid sprawled before him; plain as day, still as a stone. The cookie jar reflected in his pupils, glimmering with green lust. Timmy put his hand out before the cookie jar and grabbed the handle. Like the victories of past heroes, the cookie jar slipped straight into his hand. Timmy, just like past heroes, began to jump for joy in the stool, his fortune sitting idly in his hands. And just like the past heroes, Timmy forgot the one, simple danger that lay omnipresent through the journey. This quickly came to his mind as he felt the stool shake beneath his weight, the legs falling off their hinges, and Timmy descending towards the floor—his demise. _ _ _ _ _ Death was like jumping in a pile of lotus flowers. It was soft warmth that spread from the toes all the way to the core of the very soul. Timmy felt at peace, as though life was just a long-standing annoyance that had finally been removed. What if all people realized the peace that came after life? There would be no war, no struggle; just pure joy in the rawest of forms. That is the solution. Death is the answer. A sound struck through the warmth. He could hear the words in vague fragments, death his personal lover. “Please…up…Timmy…get…” The words made no sense to him. Nothing made sense to him anymore except the warmth of the lotus flowers. He wanted to dive further within. “Timmy…wake…up” The words came clearer. Timmy began to focus harder on the warmth, trying to get more to shoot into him. The voice became even clearer; it was a woman’s voice, chipper and delicate. “Timmy, get up. It’s not your time yet. Come back now. Awaken.” The warmth flowed out of Timmy’s body in gallons as he gasped for breath. The feathers were gone, replaced by the familiar hardwood floor. He shook his head roughly, causing him to mutter an “Ow” under his breath. Looking up, he saw a woman in a blue blouse and jeans. Her auburn hair was tied in a ponytail, a few strands falling off the sides. Her eyes were the same wooden hazel of the floor. She had on tan fur boots, which lay tranquilly behind her. Timmy felt his insides tense. This woman was a stranger, an invader of his home. What would his father think if he saw the woman just sitting there in his house? As if reading his mind, the woman responded in a dismissive tone: “I’m a friend of your Dad’s. He told me to check up on you ten minutes ago. And boy was he right. The ‘cookie jar on the fridge” routine,” she said, her fingers making quotation marks in the air, “is old. It’s probably even older than me.” “Then that must be pretty old” Timmy snorted, smiling at the woman. Whoever she was, she knew his dad. That was enough information for him to instill some amount of trust in her. The woman also began to smile, her pearly teeth complimenting his. “I’ll have you know I’m only 27. That’s still pretty young. As though I’d expect you to know, seeing as how you just got out of the diaper phase and all.” Timmy’s cheeks flushed red as he glared at her. The woman merely laughed in response, standing up against the fridge. Grabbing his arm, she helped Timmy get to his feet, his head still aching from shaking it too hard. “So lady…what’s your name?” “My name is Maura. Maura Ashburg.” “Okay. So Ms. Maura’s your name” Timmy said, staring at her face. He could see the faint outlines of age on her face. Her eyes appeared to carry years of ranging emotions; from tired to melancholy, even a hint or two of jealousy. Timmy could see a reflection of himself hanging in her eyes as she stared back. “Timmy, to make certain that you don’t go crazed with any more half-brain schemes for sweets, how about I get a couple of ice cream cones. One for you, and one for me. Then we can talk about whatever you want—from school, to life and hey, maybe even girls. Or are you not ready for that yet?” Timmy could feel the red flush returning to his cheeks as she laughed, pulling the door open to the freezer. She pulled out the ice cream, turning her head towards Timmy. “One scoop, or two?” _ _ _ _ _ It felt like they had talked for days. He told Maura everything he has any recollection of doing in his life; from the day Kaylee Hamilton gave him a black eye at preschool (apparently, tripping someone without meaning to is still a crime), the day he first used the potty by himself, all the way up to today. The entire time he was talking, she had listened intently; asking him to describe how the black eye felt (which was pretty bad), and even in-depth questions about the cookie jar (“It’s right there,” he had said after what seemed like the five hundredth question, “why don’t you take a good look for yourself.” She brushed off the comment as though it was dirt with a simple reply that made his head spin; “I’d rather see the world from the eyes of some other person than myself.”). When he asked about her life, Maura merely replied with “Maura Ashburg. Age, 27. Professional Architect. My hobbies include building and rebuilding. I’m about 5’6”, weigh 155 pounds, and despite the cliché here, like long walks on the beach.” After that, Maura went back to asking Timmy more and more questions. “Ms. Maura,” Timmy finally said as he interrupted one of her next questions. “What is it Timmy?” “What time is it?” “Why, it’s…time for me to go now.” The room sat still. All Timmy could see was Maura’s smile, a mask that shrouded the sadness that seemed to spread across the universe. Timmy could feel his heart churn with pain. Even though they only met today, Timmy felt a bond to Maura. An almost natural instinct that made him love her as though she were his mother. Mother, a person he never had in his life. His father had told him his mother had died when he was born. He was always apathetic to it; he didn’t know her and couldn’t bring himself to care for a person that would never be with him. Yet somehow, this woman meant the world to him, and seeing her go made his eyes water. “You don’t have to cry Timmy” “I’m not crying.” “I forgot you’re my big strong man” Maura said, ruffling Timmy’s hair. Before Timmy could blink, Maura was hugging him, the loose ends of her ponytail warm patches against his face. “Your dad should be coming home in about five minutes. While you were talking, I wrote a note to him explaining about the broken stool. You shouldn’t get in any trouble,” she said, petting Timmy on the head, “as long as you’re a good boy.” “Yeah, yeah, yeah” Timmy giggled. Maura pulled herself away from Timmy, the warm patches leaving his skin. She walked out of the door in the front room, waving bye to Timmy. With all the energy he had, Timmy gave Maura a grand salute farewell. _ _ _ _ _ Maura was walking down the street. A black Subaru passed her five minutes ago, a thin man in an overstuffed business suit at the wheel. Somewhere in the line of five minutes, a young, adventurous little rascal will have welcomed his father back home after a long day of work. The father will ask him how his day was. The boy will respond hesitantly, and tell the father of his afternoon with the 27-year-old woman with the ponytail. The father will not scream. He will simply walk upstairs to his room with a smile on his face and tears in his eyes. On his bed, he will find a note. Putting on his onyx glasses, he will read aloud the note, but just enough so that the boy running around will not here: You need to keep better watch of Timmy. When I came today, he had fallen off a step ladder in an attempt to get the cookie jar. Of all things that should NEVER be put atop a fridge, you put a cookie jar there. Not to mention that old rickety step ladder your mother gave us 12 years ago. Sometimes, I forget that I’ve known you for that exact amount of time. When you’re up there, time is just a rule that can be bent like all the others. You see things other don’t get to see. But isn’t that true of all people? That no one person, despite witnessing the same event, can never truly see what the other does. People are snowflakes; each one more different than the next. It makes me wonder what Timmy will turn out to be in the future, but just seeing him here and now, I know for a fact that he’s the last person I should worry about. Dan, know that even if you may not be able to see me as much as you like, as much as you wish that I had lived to see our child grow up, I will always be there; watching, waiting, loving. P.S. You need to start locking the deadbolt. I didn’t even have to use any of my awesome skills this time. Love, Maura. As the father puts the note down, the boy will run in. He will see his father crying, then, with a great effort, ask a question he never tried to think about: “Daddy, are you thinking about Mommy?” “Timmy, I’m always thinking about your mother.” At this point, the boy will hop into his father’s lap and look him straight in the eye. “What was Mommy like?” “An angel son. Your mother is an angel.” Spoiler loltitle Anyway, I wrote this a few months ago for Creative Writing, and figured I'd post it here to get feedback and such. This is honestly my first "cutesy" story, so in the event I write more like that, CnC would be very much appreciated c: A few flaws I can see with this already is how Maura talks to Timmy, as well as the end when the narration goes to a third person omniscient view, which I thought didn't transition well.
Well, I had read Problem Sleuth a couple months ago, and overall I have to say that it is -currently- better than Homestuck, in my opinion. Whereas Homestuck has gorgeous character development and a more complex plot, PS followed a simple plotline but had absolutely amazing moments that I just found to be absolutely great. Anyone else read? Your thoughts?
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Alright, so this was one of my summer reading books, and I have to say I am really glad I chose it. The story doesn't start off as much -- really just Charlie trying to kill himself, but it evolves into so much more than that. They way he interacts with his mother through his life, the in and for the most part absence of his father from his life and how it affected him, was just touching. Has anyone else read this? Thoughts?
Hey everyone! This is the Poll thread for the next session of Book Club. A bit of a change here: this time, we are using the six most voted books from the last poll in this one, in order to spread out votes and keep things a bit more organized. Unsure of what the book is about? Below, we have included quick insights of the books from Amazon.com and Google Books to help you choose something you’ll be interested in reading. In the event of a tie on the poll, we will create another one only with the books that had tied. If your book suggestion did not make the poll this time, do not fret! After the book is selected, we will take it off the list and add another one to take its place. _ _ _ _ _ The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien Whisked away from his comfortable hobbit-hole by Gandalf the wizard and a band of dwarves, Bilbo Baggins finds himself caught up in a plot to raid the treasures of Smaug the Magnificent, a large and very dangerous dragon. Sabriel by Garth Nix Since childhood, Sabriel has lived outside the walls of the Old Kingdom, away from the power of Free Magic, and away from the Dead who refuse to stay dead. But now her father, the Mage Abhorson, is missing, and Sabriel must cross into that world to find him. With Mogget, whose feline form hides a powerful, perhaps malevolent spirit, and Touchstone, a young Charter Mage, Sabriel travels deep into the Old Kingdom. There she confronts an evil that threatens much more than her life'and comes face to face with her own hidden destiny. . . City of Bones by Cassandra Claire Suddenly able to see demons and the Shadowhunters who are dedicated to returning them to their own dimension, fifteen-year-old Clary Fray is drawn into this bizarre world when her mother disappears and Clary herself is almost killed by a monster… Thirteenth Child by Patricia C. Wrede Eff was born a thirteenth child. Her twin brother, Lan, is the seventh son of a seventh son. This means he's supposed to possess amazing talent -- and she's supposed to bring only bad things to her family and her town. Undeterred, her family moves to the frontier, where her father will be a professor of magic at a school perilously close to the magical divide that separates settlers from the beasts of the wild. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis Four English school children find their way through the back of a wardrobe into the magic land of Narnia and assist its ruler, the golden lion Aslan, in defeating the White Witch who has cursed the land with eternal winter. Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay Dexter Morgan isn't exactly the kind of man you'd bring home to Mom. Though he's playful and has a wonderfully ironic sense of humor, Dexter's one character flaw (his proclivity for murder) can be off-putting. But at heart Dexter is the perfect gentleman, supportive of his sister, Deb, a Miami cop, and interested only in doing away with people who really deserve his special visit. Dex is quite good-looking but totally indifferent to (and, frankly, a bit puzzled by) the attentions paid to him by women. Despite the fact that he can't stand the sight of blood, he works as a blood-spatter analyst for the Miami police department, a job that allows him to keep tabs on the latest crimes and keep an eye open for his next quarry." "Dexter's well-organized life is suddenly disrupted when a second, much more visible serial killer appears in Miami. Dex is intrigued, even delighted, by the fact that the other killer appears to have a style reminiscent of his own. Yet he can't help but feel that the mysterious new arrival is not merely invading his turf but reaching out to him as well. This new killer seems to be doing more than copying Dexter - he seems to be saying, "Come out and play." Dexter's secret life makes for a lonely existence... even a lovable monster can be intrigued by the prospect of finding a friend.
I just remembered today is my two year anniversary here. So yea.
[from artist block] Kay, so I tried making things. But I am idea pooped. So here is what I have made so far: Avatars: Spoiler Spoiler: Second Verse Signatures: Spoiler Spoiler: Redo Overall, I like the first avatar attempt and the redo signature best. Even though both signatures stink completely. CnC away kids.
[the future doesn't scare me at all] Made this after looking at about six-seven tutorials, downloading new brushes, and lying in melancholy for missing Pottermore sign up. I think there's still more I can do, so CnC away bbys. <3 Spoiler: End Lyrics
Hey folks! This session's choice is The Boredom of Haruhi Suzumiya! As similar to last time, you will have two weeks to read the book and there will be a week long discussion. Finish reading by: August 13th, 2011 Discussion ends: August 20th, 2011 Again, if you wish, you may do a quick project as explained here about the book if you wish. (However, don't forget that discussion is most important!) If you have any questions or concerns, please feel free to PM me and/or Clawtooth, and we will be happy to help. <:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SH4uZKbOb7A&feature=related WELCOME TO THE DARK CARNIVAL, BROTHER. honk
Hey everyone! This is the Poll thread for the next session of Book Club. Unlike before where the book was chosen by Claw and I, all the participants will vote on the next book to read. After choosing the first fifteen books listed in the Main Thread, we compiled them into this list for you to vote on. Unsure of what the book is about? Below, we have included quick insights of the books from Amazon.com and Google Books to help you choose something you’ll be interested in reading. In the event of a tie on the poll, we will create another one only with the books that had tied. If your book suggestion did not make the poll this time, do not fret! After the book is selected, we will take it off the list and add another one to take its place. If you believe a book should be terminated from this poll (or if you want to remove your own suggestion), please PM us why you think it should be removed. If a book is on there for more than FIVE sessions, it will be terminated automatically to make room for more suggestions. NOTE: These can be readded to the poll if you resuggest them later on. Happy voting! <: -Clawtooth and Plums (Ploo-Hems) --- -All brief insights taken from Google Books and Amazon.com- Star Wars Republic Commando: Hard Contact by Karen Traviss On a mission to sabotage a chemical weapon research facility on a Separatist-held planet, four clone troopers operate under the very noses of their enemies. The commandos are outnumbered and outgunned, deep behind enemy lines with no backup–and working with strangers instead of trusted teammates. Matters don’t improve when Darman, the squad’s demolitions expert, gets separated from the others during planetfall. Even Darman’s apparent good luck in meeting an inexperienced Padawan vanishes once Etain admits to her woeful inexperience. For the separated clone commandos and stranded Jedi, a long, dangerous journey lies ahead, through hostile territory brimming with Trandoshan slavers, Separatists, and suspicious natives. A single misstep could mean discovery . . . and death. It’s a virtual suicide mission for anyone–anyone except Republic Commandos. Cirque du Freak by Darren Shan Darren and Steve, two boys who are best friends, visit an illegal freak show, where an encounter with a vampire and a deadly spider forces them to make life-changing choices Silverwing (Silverwing series) by Kenneth Oppel When a newborn bat named Shade but sometimes called "Runt" becomes separated from his colony during migration, he grows in ways that prepare him for even greater journeys. City of Bones by Cassandra Claire Suddenly able to see demons and the Shadowhunters who are dedicated to returning them to their own dimension, fifteen-year-old Clary Fray is drawn into this bizarre world when her mother disappears and Clary herself is almost killed by a monster… Darkly Dreaming Dexter by Jeff Lindsay Dexter Morgan isn't exactly the kind of man you'd bring home to Mom. Though he's playful and has a wonderfully ironic sense of humor, Dexter's one character flaw (his proclivity for murder) can be off-putting. But at heart Dexter is the perfect gentleman, supportive of his sister, Deb, a Miami cop, and interested only in doing away with people who really deserve his special visit. Dex is quite good-looking but totally indifferent to (and, frankly, a bit puzzled by) the attentions paid to him by women. Despite the fact that he can't stand the sight of blood, he works as a blood-spatter analyst for the Miami police department, a job that allows him to keep tabs on the latest crimes and keep an eye open for his next quarry." "Dexter's well-organized life is suddenly disrupted when a second, much more visible serial killer appears in Miami. Dex is intrigued, even delighted, by the fact that the other killer appears to have a style reminiscent of his own. Yet he can't help but feel that the mysterious new arrival is not merely invading his turf but reaching out to him as well. This new killer seems to be doing more than copying Dexter - he seems to be saying, "Come out and play." Dexter's secret life makes for a lonely existence... even a lovable monster can be intrigued by the prospect of finding a friend. Sabriel by Garth Nix Since childhood, Sabriel has lived outside the walls of the Old Kingdom, away from the power of Free Magic, and away from the Dead who refuse to stay dead. But now her father, the Mage Abhorson, is missing, and Sabriel must cross into that world to find him. With Mogget, whose feline form hides a powerful, perhaps malevolent spirit, and Touchstone, a young Charter Mage, Sabriel travels deep into the Old Kingdom. There she confronts an evil that threatens much more than her life'and comes face to face with her own hidden destiny. . . Things Not Seen by Andrew Clements Bobby Phillips is an average fifteen-year-old boy. Until the morning he wakes up and can't see himself in the mirror. Not blind, not dreaming—Bobby is just plain invisible. There doesn't seem to be any rhyme or reason to Bobby's new condition; even his dad the physicist can't figure it out. For Bobby that means no school, no friends, no life. He's a missing person. Then he meets Alicia. She's blind, and Bobby can't resist talking to her, trusting her. But people are starting to wonder where Bobby is. Bobby knows that his invisibility could have dangerous consequences for his family and that time is running out. He has to find out how to be seen again—before it's too late. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess A vicious fifteen-year-old "droog" is the central character of this 1963 classic, whose stark terror was captured in Stanley Kubrick's magnificent film of the same title. In Anthony Burgess's nightmare vision of the future, where criminals take over after dark, the story is told by the central character, Alex, who talks in a brutal invented slang that brilliantly renders his and his friends' social pathology. A Clockwork Orange is a frightening fable about good and evil, and the meaning of human freedom. When the state undertakes to reform Alex--to "redeem" him--the novel asks, "At what cost?" The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis Four English school children find their way through the back of a wardrobe into the magic land of Narnia and assist its ruler, the golden lion Aslan, in defeating the White Witch who has cursed the land with eternal winter. Magyk by Angie Sage A baby girl is rescued from a snowy path in the woods. A baby boy is stillborn. A young Queen is taken ill. An ExtraOrdinary Wizard mysteriously resigns from his post. And all on the same night. This series of events, supposingly co-incidental, begins to converge ten years later, when the Heap family receive a knock at the door. Life as they know is about to change, and a fast-paced adventure of confused identities, magyk, and mayhem begins. The Boredom of Haruhi Suzumiya by Nagaru Tanigawa When Haruhi Suzumiya introduces herself to Kyon by asking if he's an alien, time traveler, or psychic, he knows his chances for a normal high school experience are ruined. Bold Haruhi takes a shine to him, and uses the force of her irrepressible personality to draft him into her club to find paranormal beings. Kyon soon discovers what she's looking for: Haruhi herself has the power to destroy and create entire universes at her whim. But if she knew about her ability, it could spell disaster for everyone. Split into four different "stories", the first one provides a backstory. Thirteenth Child by Patricia C. Wrede Eff was born a thirteenth child. Her twin brother, Lan, is the seventh son of a seventh son. This means he's supposed to possess amazing talent -- and she's supposed to bring only bad things to her family and her town. Undeterred, her family moves to the frontier, where her father will be a professor of magic at a school perilously close to the magical divide that separates settlers from the beasts of the wild. The Colour of Magic (from the Discworld series) by Terry Pratchett On a world supported on the back of a giant turtle (sex unknown), a gleeful, explosive, wickedly eccentric expedition sets out. There’s an avaricious buy inept wizard, a naïve tourist whose luggage moves on hundreds of dear little legs, dragons who only exist if you believe in them, and of course THE EDGE of the planet… Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro In one of the most acclaimed and strange novels of recent years, Kazuo Ishiguro imagines the lives of a group of students growing up in a darkly skewered version of contemporary England. Narrated by Kathy, now 31, Never Let Me Go hauntingly dramatises her attempts to come to terms with her childhood at the seemingly idyllic Hailsham School, and with the fate that has always awaited her and her closest friends in the wider world. A story of love, friendship and memory, Never Let Me Go is charged throughout with a sense of the fragility of life. The Hobbit by J.R.R. Tolkien Whisked away from his comfortable hobbit-hole by Gandalf the wizard and a band of dwarves, Bilbo Baggins finds himself caught up in a plot to raid the treasures of Smaug the Magnificent, a large and very dangerous dragon.
Saxima and I were talking about this for a few days now. Would anyone be interested in playing a game of Monopoly over Voxli? Saxima has been looking for a free, online Monopoly boar for everyone to play with. And What? has suggested that we play in rounds (with a certain number of people per round). Of course, it'd be great if you could use mic, but if not I guess using the regular chat should suffice.
[LOL PLUMS IN RP ARENA. WHAT A TWIST.] Anyway, I've tried to do a bit of Roleplaying in the past, but I could never really seem to...get into it, really. I don't know if it's me feeling awkward in creating a story with a group or just me not liking RPing, but I just wondered what keeps all of you RPing. Why did you get into it? Why do you still do it? Is it easy cooperating with a group pretty much writing a gigantic story? Do you get disappointed when it doesn't work out the way you want? (mostly to the creators of RPs, but I'm intersted in seeing what everyone has to say about their own characters relation to the plotline in an RP).
[Plums posting a thread in discussion? lol what is this nonsense] Anyway, in MSN a few friends of mine on here tend to add friends from their actual lives into conversations with online friends. In the past, I've contemplated doing this, but never really got around to doing it, or I guess never really wanted to. Have any of you ever thought about doing it? What do you think it would be like?
lol Plums making art. what is this nonsense. Anyway, as part of my summer work for AP Art History, I have to choose some form of "special project" to do. And I figured since I had GIMP downloaded, I might as well try to actually learn how to do another art form besides write (whichispooranyway). And I literally just started doing this today. For like, the second time in my entire life. So CnC me like you've never done before. Give me a good old Repliku length post! B| Spoiler: First Signature Ever http://www.kh-vids.net/album.php?albumid=2569&attachmentid=26305 Yeah...that was an utter disaster. Spoiler: Second Signature http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee445/ploohems24/Untitled.png To be perfectly honest, this was a C4D I was planning on using in conjunction with a stock image of a Shadow Heartless. But I didn't know how to layer things properly, and the C4D ended up getting all the effects. All of them. I actually kind of like this one, even if it ma be an accident. Spoiler: Third Signature http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee445/ploohems24/o-1.png For this one, I should have kept the effects to one side. Using "Sparks" to the right of the Heartless just threw off the entire focal point of the image. Spoiler: Fourth Signature http://i1228.photobucket.com/albums/ee445/ploohems24/hhhjjj.png For this one, I tried to create a sort of "digital" look around Sora as an effect of playing Re:coded too much. :B I dunno, I think I should have moved the stock more to the right, and kept the digital brush strokes to the left. Spoiler: First Avatar Original Rotated The cloudy blur all around it was to reference Castle Oblivion. I think I could have gone with less blur, but oh well. Also I just realized I ranted just like Misty does whenever she posts a story. :B
thanks bbys <3 Hypothetical Question to help with my story: Let's say KHV was being closed by spdude because he thought no one wanted it anymore if he even remembers the site address. What would you say to support why KHV should be here from your own personal experience?
That's right! With the premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows: Part II on July 15th, what better way to start off the Book Club with the book that ended it all? So far, the set deadline for finishing the book is July 14th. The deadline for projects if you choose to do them is July 21st. Discussion will also continue up to the 21st, and then the thread will be destickied and locked. Now get to reading! c:
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