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At 2/21/11 04:24 AM, Larkatosa wrote:

At 2/21/11 03:26 AM, koolest666 wrote: I know this picture's stupid, but I need help on making the water more like water. Any tips?

Maybe you should try some tutorials. What program are you using?

Photoshop 7

I know this picture's stupid, but I need help on making the water more like water. Any tips?

I don't know why I felt 2:53 to be important, I guess I was going for when he was born? I really don't know.

That's an amazing monologue you got there. It was pretty epic.

I wrote this story a month or so ago, but it was smaller, so I rewrote it and put a poem I also wrote a month or so ago in there, which would be were he's praying.

Once upon a time, there was a baby. Not just any baby; this baby was a hero. He lived a regular life until he was seven years old. At this time in his childhood his destiny unfolded. Something terrible happened.
The child was at school as his parents were murdered. As he was making a mess at lunch, his parents' blood and such was making a mess. Why were his parents murdered? Well, I haven't the slightest clue.. When the child arrived home at 2:53 on the dot, his elders were sitting at the dining table, observing the mess silently and with a smile. The elders knew of this child's destiny. This grand act began the hatred for all things humane.
He, however, was neither angry, nor happy. The elders took him and raised him as their own until he was, as they deemed, of age. At fourteen the child raised himself as he pleased; he simply lived with the elders. His hatred always filled because they had taught him how society and goodwill could forever fuel his hate. That year passed smoothly until the last day of his fourteenth year; that was the most fitfully the child had ever slept.
When the hero awoke, the elders were standing in his doorway with their ghoulish grins. His caregivers got him only one thing for his true Birthday. He began to rise; the elders shook their weak heads and made their way to his bed. They set his present on his nightstand and left. The child's curiousity grew as time lingered slowly by, for he wanted to open it at the time he would actually turn fifteen. The clock ticked by slower than slow. The child grew very impatient, however, he pushed through. It was now 2:53 on the dot; he opened his present.
It was just what the child had always wanted. He looked at his doorway only to see the elders, grinning their familiar grins. The child looked back down at his beautiful present. He couldn't believe it! It was just like the one his father had had locked up in his desk safe. He held the cold, familiar metal in his hands and whinced. It was the same one. He looked in the box, and there were dozens of full magazines, and a specialized belt for carrying them. Tears swelled up in his eyes, hastily he blinked them back, he didn't want to seem like a baby to the elders.
He stood up holding the lump of metal in his hand and looked questioningly at the elders. The male elder nodded. The child took aim and shot twice in the chest, three times in the arms, and three times in the throat. He looked towards the female elder who viciously shook her head in anger and held up one finger and pointed to her forehead. The child nodded and shot only once into her cranium. The child looked in the elders' room and found a note which said:
"Dear child,
We know of your destiny, and unlike your parents, we embrace it.
You are our savior. We appreciate you not being mad at us.
Killing them was a crucial step in unleashing your needed fury.
You know what you need to do, so do it, and make us proud.

Signed,
Ed and Agnus."

The child tried to hold back his tears, but he could not. He sat in the elders room cried like a small child. He straightened up, and headed out the door. He was as ready as could be. He went through his small town of now 251 people and over the course of the day killed 250 of them. The child, realizing what he had just done, knelt down in the middle of the street and began to pray, "Hey God. How've you been? It's me Todd. Sorry for all the sin. God, if I repent, do you forgive? I don't want forgiveness. I hope you have none to give. I have no reason for bliss. God, why'd you make this wretched Earth? All we do is destroy it. God, why'd you give us birth? All we do is end it. God, are you still there? Thanks for hearing me out. Your silence I just cannot bear. I will soon see you God, without a doubt. God, I am killing myself for you. I am doing it tonight. God, I deserve this because I haven't been taught wrong from right. I hope you think my word true."
The child, keeping his word to God went to his room and waited until nightfall. To occupy himself the child dug into to floorboards with his bare fingers, "Here lies, the Angel of Death." Time lingered on for the child until it was 2:53 in the morning. The child put the last bullet into his cold, dead heart.

Well, it's a wolf chibi, this, obviously is just a sketch/rough draft, I will add more, I am just tired of attempting super huge dimensioned artworks, because I find that I have too much space. So, I tried to make something small.

Okay, how's this?

I daresay that is what I have always believed.

Personally, I like Halo 1, because it had better weapon animations and stuff.

Does anyone need a mediocre voice actor?

Okay, so I got bored this morning and decided to attempt at drawing a little picture, I know it is a piece of crap, I just want to know how I can improve.

I love these models, something I would certainly pay to own. Great job, keep up the good work.
*Request* Solid Snake from Metal Gear Awesome.

My other pictures, not those are random sketches.

I use LiveSwif and my Guitar Hero microphone too!!

I have more pictures, they are basically random sketches.

Thanks for the help Kakashi.

This is a painting I worked on for a couple of hours, this isn't someone else's work if you guys think that I suck, because I really did paint this.

I never said that the picture was the next Mona Lisa, it is a glorified stickman, but it is clearly better than my original.

I have more, I was tired when I did that.

I don't have a scanner, but I took a picture with my phone.

I am a good drawer with paper and pencil, I just like, can't do it with a mouse.

Pretty bloody sexy.

Hey guys I made a little picture thingy! You guys like? Keep in mind that I did this in about an hour-ish, and that I used a shitty mouse!

Lance armstrong once said "It's not the bike"

It's not the bike, but the balls!

It's not that I can't draw. I just can't draw with a mouse. And no I am not using that as an excuse. I can't do it the same, with a mouse.

Just by looking at this one picture I can tell that all your art is equally terrible. Try harder. But not here please. Try somewhere solitary so nobody else has to look at it. Like your bedroom closet. And burn your closet down when you're done.

But what I am asking is; is this better than the others?

Okay, I need some feedback. I need to know how much better the picture at the bottom is than the rest of my art. I appreciate the help.

No. You can't excuse these by the quality of your mouse. Look at them!

Line thickness, angels, WHY DOES HIS MOUTH LOOK LIKE A CLOWNS!?

Sigh.

He is smiling, because he likes basketball, but as I said I am actually trying on this one. That's my rough draft.

At 5/29/10 01:48 PM, hippl5 wrote: At least try.

Like I previously said, I do not have a graphic tablet yet, so they are shit. I just want to know if they are decent for using the world's shittiest mouse in existence.