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What i do is 'copy and adapt' I watch another artist draw and adapt how they draw to my own liking and comfort, its a good way to determine your strong and weak points and what you should practice more. btw, practice practice and practice.

in my defense, for #2, "Agito" is really really old. Roger Wilheim is the most recent piece.

Youre style is so plain yet appealing. <.< you got somethin' here, keep it up.

I need a voice actor to do a metal scream.

I want this qoute to be screamed, "ARE YOU READY FOR SOME MEEEEEEEEEErimba!"
Im making a metal song were the lead guitar is replaced by a marimba.

If i shouldn't uise dodge and burn, (which i do) what should i use?

Constructive critiscm (can't spell it) on newgrounds? Amazing!
#3 Roger Wilheim

Just wanted some quick critiques, don't be too gentle. No bruises eh?

My girlfriend said my penis looks like darth vader with a pink helmet and a brown coat.

Any takers out there? Rope and duct tape?
The kind in the pic, D, S, or M.
BONDAGE, tying someone up.

Message me if you want to hear about any of my other stories message me.

#2 Agito

Im going to post some of my stuff on this. Starting with Apoca :D

Hello, i just wanted some critique and opinions on my work. It's a new story i'm writing. I have a finished novel if anyone is interested.

Southern Cross

"No one listens, everyone one fights." Apoca whispered as he stood over Agito's half dead body.
"Always fighting never listening."
Agito looked up at his step-brother, his glowing eyes penetrating the darkness of the cold German cobble stone road.
"They never listen to each other." Apoca said as gazed at the street full of corpses.
"They only listen to the clergy. They listen to god."
Agito gripped the ground, trying to rise from the wet path.
"But what kind of god would let his creation kill it self? Why doesn't he say something? Why doesn't he tell us the truth?"
Apoca said as he spread his arms to the air, tilting his head back as thunder roared in the distance.

"MAYBE THERE IS NO GOD! MAYBE WE'VE BEEN LIED TO OUR ENTIRE LIVES!" Apoca yelled to the air, lightning passed through the heavens as his voice ripped through the streets.
Agito's breath was heavy, his fingers numb from loss of blood, the gash on his chest as open as a church door.
"People crave answers, but are you satisfied if the answers are wrong? How do you know something is wrong if everyone says its right?"
Agito looked at his step brother as the rain started to pour down from above.
Apoca looked down at him and smiled, "Brother, it starts with the world being round, then the world revolving around the sun."
"Then piece by piece, the Clergy loses control."

At 10/15/10 04:36 PM, jeeshwa123 wrote: y'know what? this would look really good cel shaded! :D

I wouldnt have the capability of doing that.

I wanted to make a animated short from the first chapter of my story. I need one male actor to play the part of Micheal Stoenkal.

C.E.O.

Chapter 1.

"Ill try to recall this as best I can, but I don't remember much, so I apologize if you don't understand the jest of it. My name is Micheal Stoenkal, or at least that's what it said. Things have changed since I 'signed up for this program', the air was clean, nature was bound and plentiful, Things have changed though, beyond my feeble words can tell you, You live in a time of free will, and joy, oblivious to the corruption that has already destroyed your life, although it doesn't seem like it. We're just here after the walls crumble down."

"Things were bright; everything in the room scalded my eyes as if I was staring at the sun. I heard absolutely nothing but this one beep, same tone, same rhythm, beep, beep, beep. I started to gain control of my body, warm blood rushed into my fingers. When I sat up I noticed the pads that were stuck to my body, blue and red cords running to a machine that was beeping. I got up, my legs harder than the marbilesteel that the floor was made out of. The cold ground scared my feet, the sweat and dead skin off my back made me even colder. I don't know how to describe the sensation, but I felt as if I had only slept a few hours, but I knew that feeling was false. The calendar said Nov23, 2018. I thought that couldn't be right, and now I wished It was wrong."

"I stood for a full hour collected my senses back, a horrible taste filmed over my tounge, my ears rung, devilish beep following my brain around. I heard what I instinctively knew were footsteps. So I hid behind my gurney, a young nurse walked in, stunningly attractive, and if the calendar was right, it was 15 years since my last date.
I rose from the gurney, her eyes widened,"
"You're not supposed to be awake".
"After that my mind goes black, just a screeching sound coming out of the speaker, and more and more footsteps."

"I woke from this trance, drenched in something red, I can't remember the name of it, but it was coming out of the nurse, and the other 3 people, laying there, leaking red too. Realizing I was holding a red-stained piece of metal I assumed I was the one that made them leak. She didn't accept my apology"

"I ran, so fast and hard that bolted past all the guards, each step a spike into my atrophied feet, the sterile air rushing into my lungs, I didn't care if I was going to die or not, I was going to get answers. I tackled through a sheet of glass, noticing the ground was quite a bit ways away, as I plummeted, I prayed. My prayers were answered and I landed in a pile of mud, black, warm, sticky. I stood up gasping for air, everything smelt like a factory, I couldn't believe it, and nature had died."

"It's sad, when every breath burns your lungs and there is no where for you to go when you want fresh air, no mountain pines or hot springs. Anyways... I kept going, but I slowed down, my fingertips were numb from exhaustion. Even been so tired, you're walking, but you don't feel your legs moving? It's strange, but that fear of dying keeps you going. I'm sorry; I can't keep doing this."

Anyone interested can PM me.
Micheal has a powerful male voice, gruff yet calm and smooth.
Send me your voice saying anyone line from the monolouge for an 'Audition'

Thanks for the tip.

I agree with the line quality part to an extent.
The shading was done with the burn tool, and actually blurred a bit on purpose.
And also i dont inted to draw in an 'anime' style, its just the way i draw. Actually, the only part i take from japanese style art are the eyes.

Jokes on you, i didint use any gradients.

I think it is the forums, because it has a lot better es with my comp and on my DA.

I was wondering if this would be a good enough submission.

Lol porn

You must be under a bridge, because youre a troll.

What?

The title definately hooked me.

The armory was blank, about fifty square feet of nothing, and a rack of swords, guns, bows, spears, every weapon imaginable. "This is how it works, you take a weapon, see if it works, and if it doesnt, try another, until you find one." Feng nodded and picked up a sword, a chinese sword with the character 'dragon' on the tip of the blade, "What if i cant find one?" Muchiro shrugged and hit a button, the hole room filled with a green fog, it didnt effect Feng at all, but it hindered his vision a bit. He looked into the fog and saw two diamond shape eyes, glowing the deepest red he had ever seen. "Um... Muchiro? What happens if i dont find my weapon?" He was starting to get scared. He heard a snarling beyond the fog, the eyes got brighter and there was a black shape starting to form. It looked like that of a large wolf, like the kind that Brenna was talking about.

"MUCHIRO?!" He yelled as he saw the Deity leap towards him, he stabbed at it and didnt leave a scratch, quite frankly the sword went right through it without leaving a mark, or actually slicing it. The deity he killed was only the size of his forearm, this one mustve been the size of a sedan. "Shit not this one." He said as he threw the sword to the ground. "Oh my god!" He yelped as he ducked under the next lunge. The Deity paced around him, oozing green slime from its mouth, the green running in between the black maw and the red teeth. Feng grabbed a spear of the rack and chucked it at the Deity, it made no contact. "GOD DAMNIT!" He squawked as the Deity swiped at him with its giant claw. He pulled a 32.Pistol off the rack and aimed it at the Deity, he fired all but one shot, each one missing, before he was knocked to the floor. The drooling Deity putting its claw on his chest, pushing down on his lungs. "MUChiro!!" His face was turning red, his gums felt like they were going to rip open. The Deity opened its mouth and reared its head back, Feng held his arm forward trying to stop it, his hand felt it the bones were disappearing, and his hole hand turned black, with red tips. The Deity bit down, as feng thrusted his hand forward, his hand going into the Deities skull, and grabbing what felt like a brain. The Deity let a horrible scream and keeled over, leaking green and yellow gasses from his body. "MUCHIRO!" He coughed as he held his chest. Muchiro rushed in and looked at his hand. "What the hell is on your hand? What weapon is that?" Feng looked up at him, his face red and sweaty, like he had just given birth. "Its not any weapon on the rack, it's my arm."

Micheal quietly jogged down the hall, each door was locked. The place was a maze, the air was cold like a hospital, the ground was hard and the decor was gaudy. The lamps were completely out of place too. Micheal crept down the hall, door to door looking for a stair well. Suddenly a red light flashed, and two small shutters opened, rolling out three ft tall balls of steel. The orbs rolled up to Micheal, and opened up, each one turning into a five foot tall bipedal machine with a descriptive crest the flowed back, two big eyes and searing hot blades at each hand. The gears clittered, the two raptor-bots strafed side to side, locking eyes with Micheal, before raptor-bot a jumped over the other, landing on Micheal. Micheal instinctively kicked it off of him, and scrambled to his feet. The 'things' screamed and charged at him, like lil' robot ninjas, one of them jumped and ran on the ceiling, Micheal turned back to see one running at him from above and below. There was a sharp turn coming up, and Micheal didn't know which way to go, left or right. He thought of something, something awesome. He ran faster and faster, not slowing for the turn. He leapt forward, his feet meeting the wall, the raptors right behind him. He lept off the wall backwards, giving him the chase on the robots. One robot slammed into the wall in a sparkly electrical mess, screaming and clawing at its surroundings, cutting the other one down in the process. "Yeah! Take th-" He was sent to the floor, the cold tabs of steel used as feet dug into his back. Another raptor had tackled him, but before it could stab him, he rolled over. The things were surprisingly light, but mind-fuckingly-agile. The raptor jumped from wall to wall, ceiling to floor as it charged him, making hitting the machine extremely difficult. It leapt at him, and Micheal leapt at it, grabbing its neck and quickly throwing it at the one having a tantrum. Both robots were chopped to shreds in the aftermath. Micheal breathed heavily, holding his knees looking for a new direction to go.

Wtf? if thats the case how come i never got 0 blam'd?

That cant be, because i have been in the art portal for quite some time. Do YOU know who to contact? A mod perhaps?

I forgot the rules. Sorry. This way the thread wont get locked.

Who do i contact to ask why? I do not know what i did wrong.