I HAVEN'T HAD TIME TO DRAW IN SO LONG I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS I DONT KNOW WHICH TO DO FIRST...

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Started drawing with pen since my laptop is being stupid atm Here's an album of stuff if you're interested It's pretty sloppy but whatever lol

Some of my OCs http://goo.gl/B7MUiN

Little while back Smigs said writing counted too. For fun, every once in a while, I'm going to come in here, and spin up little stories on the spot. Here I go then. For fun I'm going to see if I can cram them into one and only one little post. The wheels of the cart squeaked as it traveled along the old path, bouncing and shaking as it went. Far ahead, in the distance, a crowd of people traveled ahead. A young man tugged along on the small cart, and beside him, a withered old man stepped along the path with careful strides. The young man looked over to his companion. "You know you could always sit in the cart. We'll lose them if we keep up like this." The old man shook his head, tugging on his grey beard. "Nonesense! They travel together because of fear. There is nothing to worry about out here." "There's nothing back home. It's all burnt." "That's what they're afraid of lad. But this journey has been taken more than once. None have ever come to harm on these roads." "What'ya mean?" The old man chuckled. "You'll see, when we get there." ------------------------------------------------------- By the time the old man grew weary of stepping across the jagged path and resigned himself to the cart, the sky had clouded over, and the people far ahead of them were long gone. The sun was going down, and soon it would be time to stop. But, not quite yet. The old man's eyes passed over the stone cliffs, of an all too familiar sight. He chuckled, getting the attention of the young man. "Remember when I told you that you'd see when we arrived? Take a look ahead of us boy." The young man looked onwards, and in the fading light, saw the landscape rear up in solid mountains of stone, blocking the path. Almost, the entire path. All except for a sliver, shining thin rays of light through it as the sun went down. There was a clap of thunder that rang out, and suddenly, the rain finally arrived. The cart came to a stop. Today was done with. From under the leaking roof of the old cart, the young man sat in his corner, as the old man rested. "Hey. What's out there, ahead of us?" The old man stirred. Groggy in his sleep, but still held a hint of mischief in his voice. "Who can say? Some call it magic. Others think they're the souls of the lost. I think, the legend behind it is true. But that's for tomorrow lad." The old man resigned himself to sleep, and eventually, so did the young man. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Morning came swiftly, marking the passage of the thunderstorms above, but not the rain. The young man was the first to awaken, and in the early morning light, as he rubbed his eyes and stretched, ready to continue the journey, his eyes found something, sitting in front of the cart. Not something, but someone. Two, human sized statues stood, facing the cart. Their arms were held open, in a peaceful manner, and as he looked closer, warm smiles were chizzled onto their features. Regardless of their apparent fondness displayed, shivers ran up the young man's spine as he recalled last night. He leaned over, shaking the old man, and to his surprise, he roused, like an energetic child, a spark in his eyes as he rose from his slumber. "They're here, aren't they!?" The old man looked past the young man, to the two statues sitting in front of the cart, and, in a hurried response, threw his blankets off of him, and slid out of the cart. He moved faster than the young man had ever seen him go, as he hurried out to the statues. He watched the entire spectacle from the cart, as the old man excitedly buzzed around the statues. "I haven't seen you two in so long! Jeffery! Atheta! You haven't changed a bit!" The statues did not move, and stayed stone still, as the old man patted them on the shoulders. "It's good to see you again my friends! Come with me again! One last trip!" The old man turned around, and walked back to the cart, a huge smile plastered over his withered face. He stopped beside the handles. "Come on then lad! We haven't got all day!" The young man clambered from out of the cart, but stayed silent, trying to make sense of the whole episode. As he grabbed the handles and started trudging along, he caught a better look at the statues. They were both carved from some ornate stone, into the shape of warriors. Clearly, both the man and the woman, were both ancient fighters of some kind, clad in gear from ages past, but both managed to retain an air of elegance and civility. He trudged further along past them, headed towards the sliver separating the massive stone wall ahead of them, as the old man practically skipped alongside the cart, whistling a tune. -------------------------------------------------------------------- And, finally, against the slight patter of rain, the two came to the mouth of the sliver, now standing tall before them, as monolithic as the wall itself. And as the young man gazed onwards, at the smooth, carved walls, he saw statues. Hundreds of them, sitting on pedestals from on high, warriors and people of every kind, carved to exact proportions, all looking downwards. The young man stared in awe, while the old man simply wandered forwards with ease. "What is this place?" The old man smiled. "Something.....old. Something special. The old legends say, that a family, on pilgrimage to safer lands, passed across this wall. All but the man returned, alone and broken, without his family. And then, he started digging, and carving. Spent the rest of his life here, carving this passage through, and built a statue for every step of the way, to watch over travelers, so that the fate that befell his family, never happened to anyone else again." The young man toyed with the idea in his head. Working all one's life to carve a path straight through the rock? And the statues? What were they? Surely the two at the front were placed there, in the night. But then, the old man knew them, or seemed to. "You knew those two statues?" "Of course I do! When I was just a little boy, we came through here, and I was scared. One morning, I woke up before my parents did, and there was this big strong man standing guard. I called him Jeffery. And Atheta, she came later, the sneaky thing." The spark that was evident in the way the old man spoke, the way his eyes seemed so full of life, told the story. He wasn't lying. "I could never forget those two. And it seems, they didn't forget me either." --------------------------------------- All through the day, they traveled through the pass. But the old man, grew weary much earlier in the day, and sat down in the cart as the young man trudged along the path, admiring the walls and statues as he pressed forward. Twice, the old man tried to walk once more, and twice, he ended up back in the cart. The rest of the day was quiet and uneventful, and as night rolled in, the young man pulled the cart off to the side, and they set up for the night. One lone candle burned as the young man scarfed down some old bread, as the old man sat in his corner. He hadn't touched anything yet. "You don't want to eat anything?" "No, I'm afraid my appetite is not important to me tonight, it seems." The young man finished his meal, and as he brought blankets over himself and the old man made himself comfy, he blew out the candle, leaving them in the dark. The old man hummed a tune, and the young man did not interrupt, listening to it, and realizing that it was an old child's song. After finishing it, he spoke quietly. "I'm glad I saw them again, Jeffery and Atheta. What I must look to them now....." He took a deep breath. "Don't be afraid of them, lad. I saw the way you looked at them earlier. They won't hurt you. Never hurt." "How do they move like that?" "It isn't important lad. All you need to care about, is that you have someone by your side." "What do you mean?" The old man took another slow breath. "It doesn't matter. Goodnight lad. We'll be nearly halfway through here by tomorrow." The young man stayed silent, and let sleep overtake him. ---------------------------------------------- Morning greeted the cart and it's occupants with the soft patter of rainfall, and, once again, the young man was the first to rouse. But this time, his eyes traveled forward instinctively, and were met by the forms of two statues, yet again. The young man clambered out of the cart, and strode over to them, matter of factly, when everything kicked in. He looked at their forms, and realized, that they weren't as they were in the previous morning. In fact, they were a far cry from it. The large man had placed a balled up fist across his chest, in the form of some salute, and the features across his stone face were so perfectly defined, like a man holding back tears. And when he looked over to the woman, so young and agile in appearance, her head was bowed low, her hands crossed at her waist. Her face, so young, yet so.......sad. And then it clicked. The young man scrambled back to the cart, and pulled the blankets off the old man, his fears rising as he slid the fabric down, to reveal the old man, sitting as he was last night, still as stone. No breath escaped him. Something welled up inside the young man, as he stared at the lifeless form before him. He turned back to the statues, anger rising in his veins. "YOU DID THIS!" There was a hopeless hollowness to his words as he cried out in anguish, looking for something to explain, something to blame. But there was no response, no answer, from anything.

Okay gentlemen, since another fellow wanted to post his writing in here, I will too. Before we start, I'd like to state that these are edited a little bit for safety reasons. Most, if not all of my writings contain content that wouldn't be allowed here. So, assuming you like my writing, and if you want to know what the non-safe bits are about, just PM me and we can talk about it more. So, I'll start off with my most recently finished piece. Siren in the Dark [spoiler]Davidson sat amidst a group of people, all sitting down in a cramped elevator. He, like all the others were staring out the window as the orbital elevator traveled downwards towards the icy world below them. The window was made for the sole purpose of showing newcomers the world they were landing on to work. It wasn't for the purpose to break people's wills or anything. In fact, it was the opposite. Through the large viewport, and between breaks in enormous, blue-green tinged clouds, sat the world known as Tarkaven. Specifically speaking, it wasn't quite a world all on its own. Hanging in the sky, like an immense Christmas ornament, sat the gas giant Tarkaven orbited, Genlaic. It glowed a beautiful orange and red in the sky, and its massive ice rings dominated the view. And beyond that, was the lonely old blue star they orbited, putting out dim rays of light, which bounced off of Genlaic, providing Tarkaven with much needed light. Below on Tarkaven, the landscape began to form as the orbital elevator continued its descent. Everything glittered like crystals across the landscape, and small greenish-blue forests stood out against the vast ice plains that made up over 70% of the planet. Tarkaven was known as one of the most beautiful worlds known to man, and, sitting in his seat, Davidson could see why. The light of the dim blue star, combined with the view of Genlaic in the sky, and the icy world that lay below, was something else. Far off in the distance, Davidson could make out one of the galaxies own great phenomenon's Tarkaven was extremely cold, so far away from its sad little star. But it was rich with oxygen. So rich, in fact, that for a time, Humanity had all of its eyes on this world. Humans felt energized here, and the slightly lower gravity helped immensely as well. But, there was a hidden trump card. The plant life, and it seemed, the oceans, hundreds of miles below frozen ice, released a unique compound into the air during certain seasons, which if breathed in enough, was lethal to humans. But, it also had a very, very special effect on this world. When in great quantities and cloud forms, the particles rubbed together and great static electricity was generated, resulting in huge, planet wide thunderstorms. When the electricity traveled through these particles, it melted them, nearly instantly. But, due to the brief nature of the lightening, and how extremely cold Tarkaven was, the heat died out in only a few milliseconds, and the path of the water vapor the lightening had taken and created, froze. Frozen lightening as they called it, arced out in great strikes miles long across the alien sky, and then shattered into ice, falling to the world below. It was such a beautiful event. A great blue flash of light, and in the instant that followed, a mile long, arcing column of deep blue-green ice formed, and then collapsed, falling to pieces on the world below. And right now, a few hundred kilometers away, was one of these brilliant storms. Davidson and the others watched, in awed silence, at the beautiful event before them. It couldn't be described in words. He doubted, that even one of Earth's ancient artists or painters could find the right way to express what was happening before their very eyes. And, finally, as the elevator descended below the clouds, the huge viewing window went a shade of black, and the face of a man appeared, greeting everyone in the elevator. He was a middle aged man, wearing an ancient miner's hat and headlight, and wore protective goggles over his eyes. He smiled as he watched the crew before speaking. "Hello everyone! I am your caretaker and guide, Mr. Devski. I am the A.I. that oversees this operation and am responsible for all occupants on this facility. As we descend, are there any questions?" A man in the elevator raised his hand. A tough looking man, well built like a rock, but short for a standard Human, practically grunted out, "The company say's I'm employed for a five year contract. S' that true?" The A.I. nodded. "That is correct. All of you should have been aware of this when you signed up. If any of you are having second doubts or thoughts, now would be the time to speak up." The crowd in the elevator stayed silent. "Now then, I would like to lay out some guidelines before we continue further. Today, we will not be doing any work. I will go with you through the procedures for mining equipment, and get you acquainted with your new home for the next five years." The crowd in the elevator began talking to one another, and the burly man, although looking intimidating, motioned over to Davidson with a great smile over his features, tugging on his long braided beard. "Oy' then, what're ye' here for? Ye don't look like the mining type." Davidson smiled back. "I came here for my wife and kids. We need the money. This job pays well. So I took it. Little bit long on the shifts though right? My little girl and boy will be five years older when I get back." The great man laughed, nodding his head. "Aye, I know yer type. Name's Brendus. You stick wit' me friend, n' I'll show ya to yer feet." Davidson simply nodded. "So, what are you here for?" Brendus smiled. "Been doin' this all me life. Aye, saw the pay and signed up. 'S a mighty fine world, no?" "It's beautiful. I don't know why they never colonized." The AI suddenly spoke through the crowd, drawing the attention of everyone. "Mr. Davidson, I believe this world was a case of disappointment and, technical problems. The first settlers that landed here failed to detect the particles in the atmosphere because they landed during the long winter. Come springtime a few years later, they all died save for a few. Interest quickly died out in the world, and the colony was left to ruin. Eventually, the current corporation you are now employed to, bought the mining rights for this world." Brendus spoke up with a great chuckle. "Aye, I'm no expert on things, but ye think 'S world be bad for business, no?" "On the contrary Mr. Brendus, it is quite lucrative. Far below the ice in the oceans, lies great mineral wealth in the sea. Much of the ocean floor below is kept warm by volcanic vents, which produce a near endless supply of geo-thermal power and rich soil. Likewise, the oxygen rich ice of this world is crucial for space stations and arid worlds that need water." Brendus nodded, stroking his beard once more. The A.I., Devski, started taking more questions from other people, while Davidson and Brendus simply remained quiet, listening. Day 2 Davidson steadied himself as he used his energy lance to cut through the ice, which was carefully marked out in a grid pattern, as Brendus was working on the great grappler which he used to pull the ice block free, and then load onto an automated platform which would travel back to base to offload the ice onto the orbital elevator. The job was hard work, lasting from sunrise until sunset. But it was at the very least, a beautiful world to work on. The frozen world had a stark beauty to it, perfectly clean. The first day had been hard as well, as the bases A.I. had shown everybody the ropes. But the hardest was the suits. Everyone had to get the hang of huge, bulky mining suits, which insulated and protected them from the extreme temperatures of Tarkaven, as well as being able to operate in dual environments. Brendus had been assigned to ice work up on the surface while more experienced workmen took a several mile long trip through ice to the ocean below, to operate on the machinery down there. Brendus was, by most standards, a professional in his line of work, but chose to stick with Davidson instead, insisting that he work the ice fields with him. Brendus was right as well, and the work was back breaking. But what Davidson didn't like the most, was what was required to operate the suits. Rather than breath oxygen, everyone who donned a suit and went outside, had a liquid injected into their lungs, allowing them to breathe water instead of pure air. It was actually cheaper, and easier to use this method than take air and filter it for particles from Tarkaven. And, it had more uses as well. The water of Tarkaven was oxygen rich as well, and had less particles to remove, but above all, provided a safety feature to the suits. Although they were very, very heavily armoured, in case of rupture, the water that their suits were filled with from head to toe was injected with a chemical, that when it came into contact with cold, cryogenically froze the occupant.[/spoiler]

I have problem #4 again.. :[

More weird stuff

You guys are all so much better at drawing than me.

I'm gonna go ahead and dump anyway...

burb murlay

Lol just decided to start on something new. Don't worry, I'll finish this piece unlike my other one. Just gonna add smoke and clean it up a bit tomorrow. Thoughts so far anyone? I'm kind of getting used to digital art now and it's pretty fun.

Something I did in a notebook early on in my senior year of high school. If you can guess what 2 things I based it off of, I'll applaud you. Hint: one of the two things is a radio show.