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At 8/5/10 05:52 PM, HeroDan wrote: I like it, although i couldn't really understand that "gelatinous body" term. Also, if you need any names for characters, I'm free :D

Thank you but i have all the names decided. By "gelatinous" i mean squishy, or puss like, or goey and slimy looking.

I dont have any doodles to post. :(

Organ Trails

My name is Cole, Cole Harris. Im am, I was an inmate in the Manhattan Correction Facility. I got out yesterday on the worse of terms. Everyone there is dead, and not by human hands. These bull things attacked us, or at least that's the way I could describe the, beasts. They were at least six feet in length, and had two massive horns.. They had a gelatinous body besides the horns.. They didn't seem to have a goal, like eating or making new beasts, they just wanted to kill.

We got out of lockdown at three o'clock on april thirteenth, like we did every day. I got into the courtyard when I heard gunfire. I stayed back, not wanting to get into a riot or anything, but I started to wonder why are guards, and prisoners running from whatever is going on. I ran in to see what was happening when I saw Bad, my next cell neighbor getting his face pounded in by one of the 'bulls'.

I ran, quickly and silently past it, heading for the entrance, prisoner or not I was not going to stay in there with those things. They didn't hesitate to impale something, and they didn't make much work of doors either. I was at a disadvantadge, these things wanted to and could kill me and I didn't know anything about what the hell was going on.

I was able to sneak out of there no problem, but the things were right behind me. I turned and saw the 'bull' rip right through the bullet proof glass. I had lost all hope when I saw this happen. I ran down the empty, car ridden street. Why was it so empty? I though. Where is everyone? Probably dead now.

The bull had stopped following me, like its gotten some sort of job to do by killing everyone in the prison. It had been 17 years since I had seen the outside, and been able to walk 'free'. There was no one there, no one at all. The streets were as barren as a holocaust movie. I had wondered if the cars worked, I doubt they did or else some one would have driven them out of here. There was a small house with the door open. I decided to hole up there until I can figure out what happened.

Hello, we are a Orange County (CA) based band looking for a drummer.We have actually written two full songs (instrumentally), and have about 5 total, works in progress and all.

We are young, I am barely turning eighteen, our guitarist is turning 16, and our vocalist is 17. We are all within 3 miles of each other. We would prefer someone in the OC area, were in Costa Mesa, so Anaheim is pushing it. We only require you to have your own drum set and to love to drum.
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheOCCYN#p/c /75D94A7C5133969F/2/1Jfiu-164H0
Here is a link to our youtube channel. These video's are old, so please do not make your sole judgment on them.
Constructive criticism is welcome.

Sounds pretty harsh.

Im waiting too.

At 7/29/10 04:20 AM, Reptiore wrote: Sounds like Cock in.

But seriously, good luck with your quest, I know you will win life.
I hope you find the right man.

So theres an invisible C? Thanks anyway

I forgot to put in the last post, our band name is OCCYN (awk-in). Its not an acronym.

Hello, we are a Orange County (CA) based band looking for a drummer. I (the one typing) am the bassist. We play a form of metal very unknown called 'steel', as a mixture of metals, steel has its own sound. We have actually written two full songs (instrumentally), and have about 5 total, works in progress and all.

We are young, I am barely turning eighteen, our guitarist is turning 16, and our vocalist is 17. We are all within 3 miles of each other. We would prefer someone in the OC area, were in Costa Mesa, so Anaheim is pushing it. We only require you to have your own drum set and to love to drum.
http://www.youtube.com/user/TheOCCYN#p/c /75D94A7C5133969F/2/1Jfiu-164H0
Here is a link to our youtube channel. These video's are old, so please do not make your sole judgment on them.
Constructive criticism is welcome.

I have some pictures that i would like colored. If anyone is interested in coloring one please message me on NG, or my deviantart http://shefelldownthestairs.deviantart.c om/

Some times it helps not to type to much in one sitting too.
Like the guy above me said, break it down into chapters with say 3 events per chapter. That way you can map it out no problem. This helps prevent contingency errors in the story.

Im glad you like it. As for the first person narration, only happens in the first part of each chapter, and the chapters are set up like this.

1.1-First person
1.2-1.5 Third Person Omnicient
2.1-First person
2.2-2.4 T.P.O
3.1 FP
3.2-3.5 T.P.O
4.1 FP
4.2-4.4 T.P.O
4.4 pt 2 T.P.O
5.1 FP
5.2 T.P.O
The res is T.P.O

You would need good voice acting to pull off a skit like this. I might be able to do Haseo.

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."

This is the sample of my storie, message me if you want to no more or want to read it all.

Thanks for the advice.

I have a story, but im not sure how i should post it here. Its 50 pages 8.5x11, 35,000 words. Please help.

Well, screw you...

Bondage, Preferably duct tape gagged, rope bound.

I draw and pratice bondage. It is a team sport, because you need to have a sub thats into it. Without the sub being into it its really not that hot.

At 6/8/10 08:02 PM, xenonmonkey wrote: You like bondage?!

RUN BEFORE HE CHAINS US UP, WHIPS US AND POURS CANDLE WAX DOWN OUR ASS-CRACKS!

Actually, im a duct tape fan.

Are there any on this site?

At 6/5/10 02:08 AM, LegolaSS wrote: First of all, your artwork cant get "blammed"... like flash moives...

you can upload pieces to the art portal but they wont be shown unless someone thinks your artwork is good enough to be let through...

i personaly wouldnt want to "scout" you beacuse i feel your artwork is not up to the average standard in the art portal...

the picture itself has alot of flaws in it...

Im not posting this though, this is a rough example. Are there like scout hunters or something? Is there a link to review un-shown art submissions? Like the "under judgement" Section of the flash portal?

Im wondering if i should post my art here. This is like big league territory, and i wonder if my stuff would get blam'd or not...
http://shefelldownthestairs.deviantart.c om/
Heres my deviantart, peruse and review, then tell me what you think.

im ganna start flash submissions soon and i thought i could ask the experts like
Snowdragon
Legendary frog
NATO
Craazy boris
and any tips plz send me a messageyah??