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I couldn't resist drawing your name because the idea was in my head and I thought it was awesome.

That's awesome. I am going to take a couple hours and draw something like for my new profile pic I think. Knights + Giant birds = Bad Ass!

At 4/28/09 05:44 PM, 14etan wrote:

At 4/27/09 07:23 PM, Shadoweons wrote: I'd like to see you kind fellows try to draw me.By the way how am i supposed to draw 14etan...........

idk y dont you figure it out?

It really doesn't seem that hard...

At 4/28/09 01:05 PM, TheL1st wrote: ive seen some pretty rad shit come out of ms paint

No doubt, click on my profile and you can see what I can create in Paint. (the pic took me a little over 40 minutes.)

Hey! Some of us can't afford Photoshop and all we have is MS paint so you stick with your fancy Photoshop and I'll use Paint >:( RAWR

p.s. this is a work in progress and i have spent 5 minutes on it so far.

At 4/28/09 09:52 AM, Vaius wrote: I didn't know what else to do, so I drew a robotic albatross.

lol that is exactly what I look like. good job.

I pity the fool who fetches a pail of water!

Wow that certainly is awesome....

At 4/27/09 07:23 PM, Shadoweons wrote: I'd like to see you kind fellows try to draw me.By the way how am i supposed to draw 14etan...........

10 minutes + paints = Shadoweons.

At 4/27/09 05:51 PM, Luis wrote: I dunno im just throwin this out there.

Lol, why doesn't Tom pick that? Everyone is always sucking his dick with flashes, blogs and fan-art anyways.

(protip, suck Tom's dick)

Yea, when I voted it was at the number 20 spot. Seriously if even 5% of Newgrounders voted there would be a few thousand votes for NEWGROUNDS. Show your support cause Murderface says so!

Believe me, "You can tell me anything you like," used in the context of the story sounds retarded. You should check it out, it's my first story.

lol I know nobody cares but I was so excited about the contest I wrote the story in an hour and before reading the ENTIRE thing over I submitted it and now I have found some errors like saying "gave" instead of have. At one point a character says, "you know you can tell me anything you like." Lol I know why I put, "you like" because I had the I can do whatever I like (obama mix) by Alphacat playing over and over while I wrote it.

Death is beautiful
by Full-metal-albatross
word count: 1382

I was surrounded by fire as a hideous face glared at me just beyond my reach. The flames felt cold as they licked my flesh and the face became clearer as it inched closer. I could see its scarred face, covered with blood and exposed innards. It gave me a disgusting smile with gnarled teeth. A twisted hand reached out to me and with no way to escape I let out a terrifying scream.

I lay in my bed, pouring sweat and breathing heavily. "Just a dream," I quietly assured myself. Lately I have been having these weird dreams about shadowy figures and gruesome situations and I just can't understand why. I gave been going to see a psychiatrist and she still can't tell me what the hell is wrong. I drowsily went downstairs to get a snack. I flipped on the T.V. and started on my Twinkie, I used to love these things but they seem to have lost their taste. There wasn't much on at three in the morning considering I only have 9 channels. There was an old horror movie on, Nosferatu. I thought it was a silly concept, some guy going around sucking blood for sustenance. We have people like that where I live except we call them homeless. Just a few weeks ago some drunk attacked me, hissing and hollering, trying to bite me. Some people helped me out but the bastard got a piece of my shoulder. I examined my shoulder and it was still purple and blood crusted. I turned off the T.V. and got up to go to bed when I heard a noise outside. Probably the neighbors cat in the garbage again. I grabbed a broom and ran outside to shoo it away but I was stopped dead at the sight of this man in my trash. He was grunting and breathing heavily as he searched my trash. I could hear the sound of ripping and gnashing teeth and I assumed he had found his prize. I stepped closer to see what in god's name he was eating. He was so enthralled with his meal that he didn't notice me creep behind him. There wasn't much light but I could see the blood glistening down the side of his mouth. There was a flash of fur and, and, entrails!? I looked on in horror as this man continued to devour the cat's carcass. I snuck back into my house, locked the door and called the police. 30 minutes later they arrived but the man was already gone. I gave my statement and they told me people had been reporting cases like mine lately.

That day at work, I felt tired and weak. My co-workers told me I looked pail and sick. I said I just had a cold but I could feel myself growing even weaker. I bought water from the machine but the more I drank, the thirstier I felt. Finally I asked my boss if I could go home for the day and he agreed I needed some rest. On the drive home, the temperature felt like 150 degrees but it was only ninety outside. After what felt like ages, I finally got home I grabbed an icepack and went to bed. I was haunted by another nasty dream except this time it was a dark figure in my garbage. He wore a tight fitting black robe that looked very clean and well kempt. He glanced back at me and asked me to join him and to my surprise I did. We both feasted on the rotting corpse of what used to be a cat. I awoke feeling horrified that I would even dream of eating an animal like that. I picked up the phone and dialed my psychiatrist's home number. A young voice answered, "Hello?"
"It's me, Jake."
"Jake? You missed your appointment today, what happened?"
"I wasn't feeling very good today but that's not what I called about."
"What is it?"
"I need to see you right away. I... Had a weird dream."
"I can make an appointment for you tomorrow if you'd."
"No! I have to see you tonight, right now!"
"I don't usually do this but alright, where do you live?"
"1423 Whitehorn Crescent."
"I will be there in 20 minutes, goodb-"
I hung up on her. I took a shower and put on some nice clothes so I looked somewhat okay.

Bing. Bong. I answered the door to a beautiful young woman wearing beige pleated pants and a burgundy cotton button down jacket.
"Hello, miss Kessing. Please come sit down." I offered.
She was so beautiful, long legs, soft skin and eyes you could get lost in.
"Thank you."
"Can I interest you in a cup of coffee?"
"No thank you, it's late. Let's just get to why I'm here, what's wrong?"
"well..."
I had been thinking of how I was going to tell her about what has been happening to me.
"You know you can tell me anything you like Jake."
"Well, I had another dream but this time it was different."
"What is it Jake?"
I couldn't stop watching her lips when she spoke.
"Last night there was a man in my garbage who was eating my neighbors cat and today I dreamt about the man only he was wearing a black robe this time and I... I..."
My voice fell short and I started shivering. I could see she wasn't fazed by what I had said so I continued.
"Well he asked me to join him and I did. In my dream I was eating the filthy corpse of a cat and I enjoyed it!"
"This sounds like it could be that you're upset with the way your life is and you want to be like other people. The cat could mean you want to change things. You shouldn't worry about these things, dreams are often just a way to express our feelings and what we dream about usually means something else."
Her beauty had me in a trance and I managed to barely answer her.
"Really?"
"Of course Jake, I treat many patients like you."
Her beauty had me in a trance and I managed to answer barely answer her.
"I don't understand though, what is wrong with my life."
"Well from what you've told me, you spend most of your time at home, you don't have any real friends outside of work and you haven't dated in several years."
It was then that I realized just how right she was, I was a shut-in. The only time I went out was to work or go to the store for food. Maybe that is what the dreams were about, changing my life.
"I understand, thank you so much miss Kessing."
"You're welcome Jake, I am always glad to help you."
I invited her to the kitchen for some tea and we talked a bit about the weather. The cup she was using was chipped on the top of it. She cut her thumb and apologized for bleeding on the floor. I handed her some Kleenex but the blood seemed to make me feel the same as when I look into her eyes. I could feel my heart beating faster and I began to tremble.
"Why are you staring at me like that Jake?"
I couldn't control myself and I grabbed her by her wrists.
"Jake you're scaring me! Let go right now!"
She couldn't escape my grip and I forced her to the ground.
"No Jake, get off me right now!"
She struggled more intensely but it was no use, I had her. I could feel the scent of her blood flow through me and it gave me amazing strength. As I leaned forward bringing my open mouth closer, she screamed louder and louder. The screaming and pleading turned into gurgling and choking as her blood flowed down my throat. Never before had I felt so satisfied and I continued feeding long after her body went limp and lifeless.

That night had changed me and now I had many friends, I was never home, except to sleep, and I felt more alive than ever. I owe it all to the beautiful miss Kessing for setting me free. So beautiful...

This is me when I heard about this contest

Hi there I'm that guy who reviewed your last flash and I did nominate it for front page btw. Where to go next? ahaha. That is the beauty of what you're doing here! See you can pretty much do anything you want or nothing at all. IT DOESN'T MATTER? Know why? With an out-of-the-blue series like this with no real point or meaning you can really just use your imagination. For example, you open with Mr. Sad sitting there being, well, sad. Then Mr. Happy comes up and says something nice and THEN Mr. Angry stomps on screen(dressed like a leprechaun or an irishman of some sort) and starts yelling Irish jibberish in an angry tone. From there you have three established characters and then you can run with it! Here is a script to show what I mean.

(open with Mr. Sad in the middle of frame looking sad)
Narrator- Ah, look, it's Mr. Sad, let's ask how he's feeling. How are you feeling Mr. Sad?
Mr. Sad- I'm sad, I feel terrible and I just want to put graham crackers in my eyes and take a bath in crap. (or shit, your pref.) I feel sad, sad, sad, sad, SAD!
Narrator- Hmm I wonder if he's sad...
(Mr. Happy skips onto frame)
Mr. Happy- Boy howdy hay thar partner. Why the looOOOOoooong face!?
(Mr. Sad pulls out a 40oz and start drinking)
Mr.Happy- What a superbuttblastingscrumdiddlyicious DAY!
(Mr. Angry walks on frame)
Mr.Angry- Hashashasha skim shcram har shar shar dar tar teh sha sha ohhh teh so teh nar jibberish
Anyways it's 4:00 AM and this script sucks big time. Don't look at that but just think about what I'm saying. Even if it doesn't make sense send me a message on anything you aren't clear on or just some feedback on my feedback to you.... Yeahhh.... And by the way if you need a voice or even if you don't need one I was wondering if I could please put a voice in there. It would mean alot. If you do use an Irish or scottish guy I do a great accent that's hilarious. I drew ya a little picture on MS Paint so it sucks big time and it took about 20 minutes. would have taken 5 with photoshop and looked 100x better but whatever. Anyways I'm rambling and I am freakin tired.
-Hoping to have helped you
FMA