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Everybody loves Salad Fingers. Well at least I hope they do, otherwise I've made a grave mistake on my character choice.
Here are some larger images for anyone who's intrested. There also there for those who aren't intrested but it does them less good.
I first learned about newgrounds sometime after 06/24/2001 but before 12/30/01. I know it was after 6/24/2001 because the first thing I saw was ...
I found a link to it on a forum that I was lurking around on. It was my first taste of newgrounds and it was up beat, funny, and slightly disturbing and it got me hooked. The site was a lot rougher in those days; the highest rated flash had a score of like three and a half.
What I enjoyed the most about the site was how you never had any idea what you would stumble on. High School of the Apes, Disorderly, Kong, Eskimo Bob, Headache, Xiao Xiao No. 3 to name few. They were funny, they were serious, they were violent; there was anything you could want.
The biggest problem that the site has is that is pretty hard to find good content that's been on the site for a while. The search function is working better then it has in the past but it still isn't that great. Things like letting you sort your search results by date, author, score, views, stuff like that would help. Being able to do the same within the Games, Movies, Collections, and Series pages could also be beneficial. Those pages also have historically suffered from slow updating, it's gotten a lot better though, with so much on the front page, a lot makes it into the collections but I still suspect more could be done.
I'd like to see the blam animation back, the save one was too long but another short little animation would be cool. But what I really miss is the Assassin page. It used to be the site's flagship but has fallen in to the shadows over the years. It's no one's fault though, the users have moved away from making those types of games.
I don't think this was ever on the front page...
If it has, there is always this one...
This is the template I used.
![[contest] Win, Lose, Papercraft](http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/14/19718000/ngbbs4a75d570a3737.jpg)
I know it's late and the pictures kind of suck but here it is anyway.
![[contest] Win, Lose, Papercraft](http://bbsimg.ngfiles.com/14/19718000/ngbbs4a75d37c7431f.jpg)
The dream of a simpler life always haunted Henry. Every evening, the dream continued with the smell of fruit trees below permeating the air as he floated by. The stars above him shone brightly as if they were getting closer, hanging just above his head like they could be picked like an apple.
He was not floating, he was flying. Flying with large swam wings that sprouted from his back like unfurling fronds. The wings unfurled, larger and longer and he drifted steadily toward the lake. The sweet blue lake in the distance faded into a deeper purple as he approached. His wings grew larger, longer, changing shape and molting feathers. The feathers rained down onto the fruited trees, speckling them with white down.
Suddenly, light flashed through as if it were day. The lake sparkled, crackled, and then enveloped the brightness as if it had swallowed something whole. Steam swiveled upward dancing in the air.
The lake emitted a golden light, as if it were a beacon. He charged closer, flapping his wings more frantically to catch up to his prey. His legs grew sharper claws, bringing down long talons. His wings turned brown at the tips with long flight feathers. He smelled in the air a faint scent of fish above the fruit.
His nose drew him down to a diving stance. He could see the beacon; smell it calling to him. Invisible scent lines pulled him downward, faster, deeper. It seemed there was something calling his name, calling out "Henry", like some siren song at the end of an invisible tether. He called back, a long falcon roar, and dipped down into the deep maroon water.
With the splash, his feathers shed, leaving a brown mottled crown on the still water surface. His talons rubberized. He felt his legs, like jelly, expanding with the currents of the water. Still, he continued his decent to he beautiful bright light. His fins spread further, guiding his deeper and faster, into a long stroke propelling him further with each stride.
The beacon seemed to go deeper, further out of reach. Yet, he could still hear it calling to him. It was not a sound like a usual underwater muffled call, but a sense, like a vibration of his name.
He had to reach it; the light was growing stronger as he gained on it. The beacon, the tether between, seemed to tighten and pull him down like an anchor.
He could see it now, almost an orb of light, glowing, smoldering and bubbling as the water rushed past the surface. It seemed as though the water were polishing it, making it brighter, shinier, golden.
There now the horror is complete, horrid MS Paint coloring. I'm sorry you if you've scrolled down far enough to see it.
Well I didn't want to do it, but no one else did so here it is, everyone's favorite - a tubgirl reference. The drawing is pretty rough but who can blame me?
Blue, fat in the shame of this clothes, and feet that look like boots. That's Edmund nude right?
Well I'm finally done. Why oh why did they have to bevel all the edges?
Oh well, behold the pixelated power of MS Paint.
