MOAR UPDATE: SCREENSHOT POSTED.

UPDATE: Bitches, I just offered to scout myself. I have a screenshot.
Will post eventually. But I still divided by zero.
FUCKIN' PRO HAX.

Hey, guys. I realize I've been gone for, what, a week?
I dunno. Anyway.
The main reason for my AWOL-ness is because my internet has been down for a while. Some crazy-ass lightning storm hit, and it fucked up the phone lines and internet service and shit.
But I've also been going outside more. Biking and whatnot. I mean, it's physical exercise, right? Good for me. Also, I'm getting very in-depth PAINFUL self-defense lessons from a friend, and this is good as well.
Oh yeah, and I'm not single anymore. FIRST TIME. YEEEAAAAAH.

Haven't drawn anything worth posting yet, unless you want me to. Also got unscouted. Fucking AGAIN. Surprise, surprise.
But fuck it. Whatever. I'll deal with the bullshit.

And I also watched Salt. Crazy fucking movie, I tell you what. Fuckin' A, man. Couldn't explain the plot even if I tried. Fuckin' Russkies with sleeper spies that go fucking crazy. And Wolverine's brother is the fucking bad guy. AGAIN. I MEAN FUCKING REALLY, HE'S ALWAYS THE BAD GUY. X-MEN ORIGINS, DEFIANCE, AND NOW THIS. FOR FUCK'S SAKE.

...Ahem. Yeah.
So that's my life so far. Leaving the poem up for the sake of Stanley Coleman.

"Pure eyes, blue like a glassy bead---
You are always looking at me
and I am always looking at you.
Ah, you're too meek---
beautiful, unspoiled:
thus I'm so sad, I suffer---
and so happy, it hurts.
I want to hurt you
and destroy myself
What you would think
if you knew how I felt.
Would you simply smile,
not saying a word?
Even curses from your mouth
would be as beautiful as pearls.
I place my left hand on your
face as though we were to kiss.
Then I suddenly shove my thumb
deep into your eyesocket.
Abruptly, decisively,
like drilling a hole.
And what would it feel like?
Like jelly?
Trembling with ecstasy, I obscenely
mix it around and around: I must
taste the warmth of your blood.
How would you scream?
Would you shriek "It hurts!
It hurts!" as cinnabar-red tears
stream from your crushed eye?
You can't know the maddening
hunger I've felt in the midst of
our kisses, so many of them
I've lost count.
As though drinking in your cries,
I bring my hopes to fruition:
biting your tongue, shredding it,
biting at your lips as if tasting
your lipstick.
Oh, what euphoric heights I would
reach, having my desires fulfilled
like a greedy, gluttonous cur.
I longed, too, for your cherry-tinted
cheeks, tasty enough to bewitch my
tongue.
I would surely be healed,
and would cry like a child.
And how is your tender ear?
It brushes against my cheek;
I want it to creep up to my lips so
I can sink my teeth into its flesh.
Your left ear, always hearing words
whispered sweet as pie---
I want it to hear my true feelings.
I never lied, no...
but I did have my secrets.
Ah, but what must you think of me?
Do you hate me? Are you afraid?
As though inviting you to the agony
at the play's end, if you wish, you
could destroy me---I wouldn't care.
As you wish, you may destroy me
---I wouldn't care."

Ok, I'm gonna fucking rant about this, I don't even fucking care.
The iOS 4 sucks immense fucking ass. The OS 3's latest fucking version kicked ass compared to this.
By downloading this, I pretty much took the OS 3 and hit it with a fucking stick until it got retarded. THAT IS HOW BAD IT IS.
The two fucking functions I got out of it that I actually liked were folders and the ability to correctly load picture resolution.
Otherwise, everything else they fucking advertised isn't FUCKING AVAILABLE because fucking APPLE decided that their fucking TECHNICIANS could be totally fucking USELESS and LAZY as SHIT to only make the USEFUL SHIT available for the fucking LATEST GENERATION or BULLSHIT like THAT.
So they practically FORCE you to buy more FUCKING SHIT and sell your USELESS SHIT so you can get the USEFUL SHIT.
And actually, they're pretty much begging you to fucking Jailbreak the fucking thing.
Which I plan on doing, since the quality of this OS is equivalent to fucking CHICKEN TESTICLES ON FUCKING FIRE.
Steve Jobs can go suck a fucking SHOTGUN.
And what really pisses me off is the fact that the fucking internet connection keeps turning on and off and on and FUCKING OFF for NO FUCKING REASON. And it's so fucking SLOOOOOW. It takes about TEN FUCKING MINUTES to load about THREE MINUTES of video on Jewtube. I'm not joking, I timed that shit. THAT FUCKING LONG.
Hate the fucker. So FUCKING MUCH.
And the thing that pisses me off more is the fact that you can't fucking revert to the good OS. Retarded fucking Apple.
Fuck you, Steve Jobs. Fuck. You.

Argh. Long post was long.
In other news:
Igott is leaving or something. Is sad.
Is feeling disappointed. I haven't done anything REALLY SUPER FUCKING AWESOME at all, and it's already halfway through summer.
And MSPA will remain on hiatus until I regain interest.

Also, watched Toy Story 3 with my family. It was nice.

DAHAHAHA!
Finally uploaded something. Criticism requested, please.
And expect MORE. Finally fixed my scanner, so YEAHHH.

HOLY SHIT. ALREADY JULY FUCKIN' 4TH.
Damn, I'm surprised I'm still here.
UN-FUCKING-RANKED Friend List:
Igott (more like acquainted contemporaries)
Midnight (to a certain extent)
Xellon (fellow fuckwit)
Wartooth (son, I don't even know)
Rabid (just someone to relate to [also to a certain extent])
Albino (the oniichan to my loli )(HA FUCKER YOU'RE LIKE FUCKIN' 11TH OR SOME SHIT.)
Japsuki (FUCKIN' PRO LEET)
SEFG (I want my story and that art, son)
Fourinone (you lazy shit, get back on)
Eightball (still feel guilty for pretty much disregarding you)
51430 (find that Commodore 64)
Sanchez (thanks for the assistance)

I dunno. Felt like it since it's really been this long and I haven't died.
Expect new art sometime. Got a picture of Persona 3's Aegis/Aigis I sketched, and I think it's the best thing I've done since the Yukari thing.
Also, expect shutdown of dA account. Not worth it. Made it before I realized that the level of constructive criticism is identical to here on NG. And since I'm scouted AGAIN, there's little to no point in maintaining it.
MSPA will continue after I'm done
a.) Stalling.
b.) Fucking around on PORTAL. I mean hell, it's fun.
c.) FINALLY UPLOADING SOMETHING.

MMKAY BITCHES. I'm on hiatus for a sec.
GOT BETTER THINGS TO DO THAN FUCK AROUND ON NG
INSTEAD, DevConsole on Portal is much more fun.
For example:
sv_cheats 1
sk_plr_num_shotgun_pellets 1000
sk_plr_dmg_buckshot 1000
bind n "npc_create npc_breen"
SPAM N AND FIRE AWAY.

2ND ARCHIVE CLEAR EXECUTED.

MS Paint Adventures Parody.
Will be updated whenever I can with the new pathway.
Comments will be deleted after the path has been cemented by selection.
Majority vote will select the next development.

THE STORY SO FAR:
> Conclude Problem Sleuth.
22 chapters of pure, original content. You now realize you'll never see something like this again.

> Read Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff.
After reading Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff immediately after concluding Problem Sleuth's adventure, you feel disappointed with the obvious lack of quality and overuse of blatantly imbecilic jokes.
You throw your hat down in disgust.

> Point out the obvious.
You now realize you do not have a fancy hat to throw on the ground in disgust. You utter profanities.

> Realize you're wearing a FEDORA.
You wonder what made you think that. You obviously wear a FEDORA. You contemplate why is it that you lack a KEY or CANDY CORN.

> COMBAT OPERANDI: Lv. 99 SEPULCHRITIDE
Whoa, hey now. What do you think you're doing?

> Tip FEDORA like a badass Detective.
You tip your FEDORA like in a noir movie. You seem to have forgotten what you were disgusted at during the process of tipping. You walk over to your desk and discover a KEY with one bullet in it, however, your prized loot still appears to be missing.

> Disregarding your missing candy, you craft a fort out of a chair, cinderblocks, and paneling. http://img696.imageshack.us/img696/435 8/ps198.gif
Whilst within your fort, your keen IMAGINATION stat beckons you to create a post about this venture.
Also, your PULCHRITUDE immediately convinces ANYONE you should and that it's a great idea.
But you yourself ponders whether it's a good idea.
> Make that post, damn it.
> No, fuck it. That's retarded.
> Disregard medium-low Vim stat and throw broken computer tower.

> Make that post, damn it
You drink your CANDY CORN LIQUOR and use your fort as an entrance to the REALM OF IMAGINATION. You find yourself falling off a building and dressed as a HYSTERICAL DAME. Upon landing, your CLEMENCY OWL meter slightly fills. There are many frivolous activities in which to partake in, however, you cannot decide on what.
> Jump in front of an incoming truck to completely fill up the PARLIAMENT UPROAR meter.
> This place is fucking retarded, leave.
> Hunt down the legendary beast FLUTHLU.

> This place is fucking retarded, leave.
Realizing what a huge imbecilic clusterfuck this place is, you opt to leave before your brain cell gets lonely.
You realize you are nowhere near a computer. However, there are three buildings in front of you, each holding some form of INTERNET.
> Enter the NOIR-ESQUE CAFE which has a sign in the front saying "Free Wi-Fi".
> Enter the INTERNET CAFE, which obviously holds your INTERNET.
> Disregard your need to make your damn post and get some CANDY CORN from adjacent CANDY STORE.

> Enter the NOIR-ESQUE CAFE which has a sign in the front saying "Free Wi-Fi".
Feeling that you look the part with your fancy HAT, you enter the NOIR-ESQUE CAFE. You come to the shocking realization that you do not have a COMPUTER to access the Wi-Fi with, however, there are many patrons with COMPUTERS.
> Use PULCHRITUDE to convince one of the patrons to hand over a COMPUTER.
> Pull out your KEY with one BULLET inside of it and use Ace Dick-styled "diplomacy" to access your desired INTERNET.
> Rob a nearby patron of their delicious CANDY CORN, disregarding your need to make the damn post.

> Use PULCHRITUDE to convince one of the patrons to hand over a COMPUTER.
The man refuses. He demands you leave him alone, obviously due to his larger PULCHRITUDE STAT BAR. You question who this man is. He says his name is SEAN.
> Try to abuse your PULCHRITUDE again.
> Hold on, you don't even know your identity yet.
> Aggress.

> Hold on, you don't even know your identity yet.
Huh. That's true. Your current appearance is a FORMLESS BLOB in a HYSTERICAL DAME outfit. You choose to make your own identity right now.
> Make yourself ZERO/ALICE/FIORENZE for the sake of a blatant self-insert into your own story.
> Fuck this for now, AGGRESS.
> No, no, no. CANDY CORN takes the higher priority.

> Make yourself ZERO/ALICE/FIORENZE for the sake of a blatant self-insert into your own story.
Now that your identity is set, you remember your objective. Rather than wasting your time with PULCHRITUDE, you decide to bring up a new set of options.
> AGGRESS NOW.
> Forget this, go on a quest for CANDY CORN.
> Disregard your medium-low VIM stat and pick up a deadly HAIRPIN to blast your way to your desired INTERNETS.

> AGGRESS NOW.
Oh, dear. You realize that you lack any SELF-CONFIDENCE. The decisions you make almost seem determined by an UNKNOWN ENTITY.
But, due to your appreciation of numbers divisible by three, you come up with three ideas.
> COMBAT OPERANDI: Lv. 1 KILLER CAPRICCIO
> Realize the obvious: Said post has been made and you have no need to AGGRESS.
> The fuck are you DOING? Get some CANDY CORN and fuck this.

> The fuck are you DOING? Get some CANDY CORN and fuck this.
Deciding not to take a meaningless chance, you walk out of the CAFE and enter the adjacent CANDY STORE. Upon entering, you notice several bags of delicious CANDY CORN. However, the cashier appears to be a CANDY CORN VAMPIRE.
> Aggress.
> Casually buy a bag of CANDY CORN.
> This entire plane of existence is fucking retarded, delete it.

> Casually buy a bag of CANDY CORN.
OH SHIT. You have no SPONDULICKS to spend and acquire said CANDY CORN.
> Cry and hope for pity.
> Use an "alternate form of payment".
> Aggress.

> Aggress.
Rather than humiliate yourself and/or be violated by the CANDY CORN VAMPIRE, you choose to AGGRESS. However, you do not seem to have a WEAPON to AGGRESS with. There are a variety of objects with which you can make use of.
> Equip a BANDOLIER OF GRENADES
> Conjure up a SCYTHE
> Pull out your RING OF KEYS

> Pull out your RING OF KEYS.
Wait a fuckin' minute. You have a KEY, but no RING OF KEYS. Your CONJURING SKILL is too low to summon any such weapons, since all your stats are low due to your new game.
Since you have opened your COMBAT MENU and engaged the CANDY CORN VAMPIRE in combat, you have no option but to AGGRESS.
> Fire your KEY at point blank range.
> Check stats.
> Allow him to attack first and AUTO-PARRY.

> Check stats.
The logical choice here would be to check the CANDY CORN VAMPIRE'S stats. It appears to have a very high speed stat coupled with moderate defense and strength stats. Your KEY may not stand a chance against this undead creature.
> Who cares? Fire your KEY at point-blank range.
> ABSCOND and return when you have acquired some SPONDULICKS
> Attempt to MOLLIFY your foe

> Attempt to MOLLIFY your foe.
Your high PULCHRITUDE suddenly changes to its actual definition.
The command goes the wrong way.
The fact that you're dressed as a sultry HYSTERICAL DAME does not assist the situation.
> Go with this 'unfortunate' turn of events.
> Seduce him closer, and let him feel the hot lead that is CANDY CORN- er, lead [TRYING TO GET AHEAD OF OURSELVES, NOW ARE WE] right in the face.
> Fuck this, back to the CAFE.

> Seduce him closer, and let him feel the hot lead that is CANDY CORN right in the face.
[I have no clue how to do this, please excuse me and take over this role.
Oh my god what the fuck have we done.]

[FFFFF.
Meant lead. Was thinking Candy Corn Revolver, as seen in edit. ]
You grab him by the collar, then begin to seductively speak as you pull your REVOLVER.
"Ooh, heh, I don't know how this works~ It's my first time~", You say as sultrily as possible.
The VAMPIRE is totally distracted by this opportunity that he may finally get some action, though being undead.
You pull the gun up fast and press it to his forehead and wittily state "BITCH, GET OWNED." in the most gangster accent you can muster (which is pretty good). You pull the trigger.
Blood sprays everywhere as chunks of blood, brain, and skull spatter on the wall in a randomized fashion similar to a bug on a windshield.
Oh shit. Apparently the VAMPIRE was just a MAN dressed up as a CANDY CORN VAMPIRE by using the CANDY CORN as fangs.
> Step back and marvel your homicide anyway.
> OH, HELL. This has gone south. Back to the NOIR-ESQUE CAFE.
> Hey, wait. Level Up first.

> Step back and marvel your homicide anyway.
Ignoring your possible Level Up, you observe the blood splattered across the walls and floor. You notice one CANDY CORN FANG twirling in a magnificent pool of blood, originating from a strip of completely red, crinkled flesh. You presume this piece of flesh was below the BULLET exit point, where various strips of flesh and bone were blasted around the room. You also marvel at the location of the other CANDY CORN FANG, which appears to be plastered to the wall with brain and skull fragments.
You notice that you have gotten an experience bonus due to your sick fuck observations. You can now Level Up further.
> Put points in VIM
> Put points in PULCHRITUDE
> Learn a new COMBAT OPERANDI

> Learn a new COMBAT OPERANDI.
Realizing that VIM is not your strong point, and your PULCHRITUDE was more than enough to arouse an undead entity who was not undead but dressed up as an undead entity, you opt to learn more combat maneuvers.
After putting your points in, you learn Lv. 5 LOVING EMBRACE. Which, by the way, is essentially what you just did to that poor man.
By the way, within the time period that you were marvelling your achievement and leveling up, the COPS have arrived. They're saying for you to drop your REVOLVER.
> Comply with them by laying your REVOLVER down.
> Attempt to ninja your way out.
> Jump behind the counter and try to use the dead man as a meat puppet, using a blatantly fake voice to say 'i'm alive and well you guys can go'.

> Attempt to ninja your way out.
You grab a bag of CANDY CORN and swiftly dive out of the nearest WINDOW to make your escape. However, this WINDOW was plugged in. You find yourself back in the REALM OF IMAGINATION.
> Explore the huge imbecilic clusterfuck that is the REALM.
> Exit back into the CANDY SHOP and take your chances with the COPS.
> Become a CANDY CORN VAMPIRE and use ARMISTYX.

> Explore the huge imbecilic clusterfuck that is the REALM.
Now that you realize, it's not such a bad place. This is your imagination, so you conjure a RING OF KEYS with unlimited ammo. You're hoping that your imagination is strong enough to maintain its form IRL against the COPS. But there are other options.
> Conjure INTERNET and LAPTOP.
> Fuck the police, pump 'em full of lead.
> Wait, make some defensive measures first.

> Wait, make some defensive measures first.
Noticing that today has been an awfully violent day and may gradually get worse, you decide to improvise some armor. You turn a streetlight into an IRON CORSET. You enchant it to bestow a +10 PULCHRITUDE boost.
> Exit the REALM through the window and fuck the police.
> Eat so much CANDY CORN that you enter a diabetic coma.
> Explore the REALM some more.

> Explore the REALM some more.
A single IRON CORSET will do no good for the rest of your body!
You opt to find more weapons and gear to assist your mass massacre of the police. Perhaps some PARTY MEMBERS will help.
Suddenly, you realize there are two windows adjacent to the CANDY STORE WINDOW.
> Naah, let's keep looking around.
> Enter the MIDDLE WINDOW.
> Enter the RIGHT WINDOW.

> Enter the MIDDLE WINDOW.
You find yourself in the BASEMENT of what appears to be a BLACKSMITH. What luck. You equip a FULL PLATE ARMOR set above your IRON CORSET. You are surprised at your ability to carry items from the REALM to the REAL WORLD. Your SELF-ESTEEM bar has raised.
You lurch upstairs and find that it is just the home of a nerdy role-player. Regardless, the ARMOR is very real. You open the front door and notice the COPS have their back to you.
> Make a run for it.
> Enact vengeance.
> Re-enter the REALM and imagine some PARTY MEMBERS and WEAPONS to aid you.

> Re-enter the REALM and imagine some PARTY MEMBERS and WEAPONS to aid you.
This isn't something you can do alone. Though you cannot spell slaughter without laughter, there is no I in Team.
At least, that's the bullshit you tell yourself to keep you from running out there yourself.
Realizing the FULL PLATE ARMOR is kinda bulky and you can't move very well in it, you attempt to imagine a better alternative to the heavy armor.
You come up with a BULLETPROOF ARMANI SUIT. Style and functionality is vital to your survival.
Now, you yourself are ready for combat in terms of WEAPONRY, due to your CHICAGO TYPEWRITER. But you are short on PARTY MEMBERS.
Realizing that existing characters are retarded, you come up with your own.
Model 074 [Affectionately named OPHELIA]:
Class: Sentient Combat Maid Automoton
Pulchritude: 17
Imagination: 23
Vim: 38
MODEL 152 [Affectionately named MODEL 152]
Class: Heavy Combat Drone
Pulchritude: 4
Imagination: 0
Vim: 5280.4
Your obsession with automated beings beckons you to allow for some organic PARTY MEMBERS.
But you are too impatient.

Returning to the NOIR-ESQUE CAFE, you are now SEAN about 2 minutes after the CANDY CORN VAMPIRE is shot.
> Flip the fuck out.
> Retrieve arms from under table.
> Let the actual SEAN think of how he wants himself to react in this situation.

> Retrieve arms from under table.
You pull your arms up from under the table. They appear to be holding a BATTLEAXE. The sound of police sirens and a gunshot makes you flip the fuck out.
> Jump out of the WINDOW.
> Use the front DOOR like an ordinary person and then initiate a BLOOD RAGE.
> Disregard the COPS and get some CANDY CORN LIQUOR from the CANDY STORE.

> Use the front DOOR like an ordinary person and then initiate a BLOOD RAGE.
You initiate your homicidal COMBAT OPERANDI.
Taking the last very large swig out of your [ahem that Canteen-ish thing which I can't recall it's name at the moment heheheheh...] and casually bring the NEWSPAPER over your shoulder.
You say something awesome, but it's too slurred due to your immense INEBRIATION.
Anyhoo.
> Giant-ass swing that kills everyone in a single stroke.
> Drunkenly swing it around like you're in an AIRPLANE [REMEMBER THAT DISCUSSION].
> Throw it at one guy and utilize FISTICUFFS.

UH OH TL;DR ALERT
For those of you with the attention span of a monkey on crack, GET THE FUCK AWAY. This post ain't for you.

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Mmkay, other post was getting absurdly long for some reason. Damn rant comments.
But I digress. Here's what I'm proposing:

Gimme a Project idea.
Ok, what a "Project" is: Essentially, they're young adults from the ages of 14 to 22 (or so) technologically augmented to have what are essentially superpowers.
--REQUIREMENTS:
//Any power sensible enough to use in combat. e.g. "PISS CANNON" is unacceptable. Be serious.
\\\\Addendum: Power must be scientifically supported. No Izayoi ZA WARUDOing, you hear? But I'll allow telekinetic-related abilities. Like psychomanipulation. But you can't use that. It's already done.
//General appearance. Male, female, and description of what they usually wear and look like.
//Personality. Demeanor, usual facial expression, and intelligence.
//Preferred weaponry. Again, be sensible. No giant-ass swords, army-class firearms, or BFGs. Must be obtained in a fashion REMOTELY sensible.
==Just write it out, no crappy MS Paint work necessary.

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- Project [Use a random number between 10 and 122. Some numbers are taken, and I'll let you know if the one you used is used. AND YES ALBINO, 34 IS TAKEN.
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<PUBLIC RECORD>
Nation Of Birth:
Gender:
Blood Type:
Birthdate: [Note that this takes place in 2013~]
Hair Color:
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Weight:
Height:
Status: [living or dead]
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<personal record>
[BACKSTORY! Make it however you want. No stupid things unless it's really that good. Otherwise, keep it realistic.]
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<WAVELENGTH RECORD>

Recorded Augments:
["Standard Augment Set" is required. Otherwise, list whatever implants were required to give your little bastard the ability they love and abuse.

Known Trainers/Handlers:
[Unnecessary, unless you want to come up with random people with "Dr." as their title.]

Known Weapons Preferred:

Appearance:
[Describe from head to toe, in that order. Not too high detail. Just general description.]

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IDEAS ALREADY DONE:
00 & 01-Absurd speed and strength
02-Insanely quick healing rate
03-Dark matter manipulation
04-Instantaneous Mach 4 speeds
05-Way absurd strength
06-Self-cloning
07-Psychomanipulation
08-Appearance mimicry
09-Human flamethrower
13-Human electric dynamo
21-Transform into mobile sand
30-Squid-tentacle-man
32-Instantaneous Mach 6 speeds
34-Bone manipulation/growth
54-Ability mimicry
61-Radiation emission
66-Instantaneous teleportation
73-Liquid metal manipulation
78-Technical invisibility
82-Human laser cannon
99-Technical alchemy

After you're done abusing the template, either send it as a PM or just post it as a comment. Questions can be asked the same way.
I SWEAR I'LL DRAW IT IF IT SOUNDS GOOD.

Why I'm doing this?
1. I've run out of inspiration temporarily.
2. I want to test your creativity.
3. I'm bored.
4. I wanna draw stuff not drawn yet.

OK? Now, GO!

Been feeling like Kaguya. I disappoint myself.
Haven't drawn much other than experimentation on GIMP (which I will post eventually).

But yeah.

Edit 7: DAMN IT THE WIDGET DOESN'T WORK
MMKAY LINK THEN [just leave it on]

EDIT 5: Made comic. Looky here.
Methinks this is a better option.

Edit 4: GOT STEAM MOTHERLICKERS.

MOARER IDROEJ;AEF:

This is like 70% healed now. No need to flip the fuck out anymore.===>- LOL I CUT MY FUCKING THUMB OPEN BECAUSE I'M RECKLESS AND RETARDED WHEN INVOLVING BLADED OBJECTS WHICH HAVE JAMMED, IN THIS CASE SCISSORS
- CHECK OUT MY FRIGGIN' YUKARI ART THING. PLEASE. I NEED LEGITIMATE CRITICISM AS WELL.
- Current Project: Making a Yukkuri out of clay and stuff.

Oh, that's right. Albino/Any other Touhou-savvy people, watch this:

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EDIT:
Go to 5:28. GUESS WHO~

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TEE HEE I GOT SUPER DISTRACTED FROM EVERYTHING
SO INSTEAD OF BEING NICE AND STUFF I WENT AHEAD AND GOT LAZY AND MADE THIS POST

LOLOLOLOLOLOL

ANYWAI
The main point of this post is to announce my upcoming art thing I've been doing in Yukari.
It'll be up sometime in May. ALMOST DONE I SWARZ
Here's the catch: LOL YOU GOTTA GO TO FURRYVILLE DAHAHAHAH BITCH GET OWNED

I'm sleepy now.
GOODABYE

<3 zi.

[postscript:] Albino, I swear I'll get to continuing that huge-ass comment chain EVENTUALLY.

I needed to think some things over.
Sure, I'm still suffering from dysthymia, but that's beside the point.
I observed my lifestyle, and discovered that I'm heavily irresponsible.
Wait, no. I figured that out two years ago.
But this week, it just kinda SHONE OUT.
So, after analyzing this, I also learned that I'm unsure of where I'm going.
I want to be a professional artist. I'd love to be a professional musician and compose my own works. I love making stories. And I'd really love to learn how to make a video game.
Art, programming, a storyline, and music all bundled up in one package = Profit, right? [Hmm, sounds familiar, eh, Albino?]
The thing is, I'm kinda lost as to what I'm doing.
I've got a non-existent self-esteem, little to no talent compared to most people in high school, I'm lazy as shit, and I'm horribly irresponsible. And I expect to become a one-girl studio? Hell, I'll be lucky to make it out of high school within the top half of the class.
I'm being forced to study topics I couldn't give half a flying fuck about.
Why is that? I don't fucking know. If I did, I wouldn't be taking some random gaytarded class I don't care for. Mainly, on that point, I'm worried that I won't make it out of high school JUST BECAUSE of those gaytarded classes. I'll end up in some community college, or worse, not even going to college. And my issue is that there's so many people ready to take on the fucking world while I don't even know my plan for the next day. I have no plan for how I'll live out my life. I always figured that I'll go crazy, drive everyone away due to a spiraling depression as I throw my life into an utter tailspin, and kill myself in some beautiful public display for everyone who once loved me to see.

The other reason I'm kinda down- Ok, REALLY, REALLY DOWN was that I was in an art slump. Couldn't draw worth shit, thought I drew like shit already, and just kinda gave up after the art slump went for about 2 weeks.
I'm at least out of the art slump for the most part. Kinda out of the art slump. Not out of the woods yet, but I see sunlight through the canopy.

But yeah. I've been feeling broken, disappointed, and the whole of the works when it comes to dysthymia as I've been examining my pathetic existence. I'll get out of it when I feel like I'm worth something. But so far, I'm still down and out on my life.

So, I was on Youtube looking up some nice music. Here's the ones I downloaded.

This is just cool, since it's a Western-ish song. Better yet, it's Suika's. Really epic sounding, in terms of either a journey montage [no not the annoying band] or a quick boss battle.

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A true representation of Nuclear Fusion, I get this really nice vibe like it starts in the beginning of the thoughts of creating nuclear weaponry, then in the middle it is harnessed into multiple huge-ass ones by multiple countries, which are then launched. Chaos follows, and the end represents life beginning anew.

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This is a really beautiful song. The video description on the page really represents it the best:
"I think the arrange is slightly melancholic and nostalgic, but at the same time I can imagine sitting next to a fire and reminiscing about the "good ol' times". You guys wanted some music box love (particularly 85centimeters) I think this is the best I can come to without actually using a music box arrange. An acoustic guitar, a piano and a keyboard, that's all you need for this arrange."

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The epicness of this song should blow your fucking skull off completely. All that needs to be said about this arrange of Parsee's theme.

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As a last one, this is undoubtedly my favorite out of all of these. I'm a peaceful person at heart, and well... This song really brought that out. If it doesn't calm you down, you have issues.

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As a random thing that occurred while I was messing around on Armory Mod:

This is because NG's Art Portal sucks immense dick and the mods can't moderate worth shit.