Mitch

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Hate to say this, heh, but I really don't like it. Especially the white and those dotted lines within the white. Gah. The other one was way better. 5/10. It's a nice change; but I don't like it.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Aren't you the one that made that clown around halloween time last year? Or am I just horribly mistaken? Anyways, very nice. I've always had some love for comics although I've never really exploited and sought it out.[/color][/font][/size]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Charles [/i] [B]I Pesonally, I'd love to get some kind of writing or poetry contest going. Perhaps it could be multifacted and we could include visual arts or exercises similar to the caption contest thread. And--there would be two judges and the community could act as the third judge. In these ways, it would be borrowing elements from a talent show. I don't know how we can reward winners for any event in particular. A temporary custom title could be appointed to a member indicating that they won. So, yeah, who knows. There are a lot of possibilities to work with here. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I like the poetry idea, heh. [i]That[/i] sounds like a great idea.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Hawt dog, you ain't nuthin' but a hound dog. Hm. I'm horrible.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I bought the CD last night. I haven't had enough of a listen, though. Once I listen to it more I'll find if I like them or not.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=black][font=rockwell][size=1] Hehe. That's pretty niffty there. I like how it looks textured a la Ginny.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] I like it. The nice pink background works very well to accentuate the entire feel of it. The cropping could be better, but then again, that's not that big of a deal; and also, the middle image, the one on the right, it doesn't look well with the overall rest of the banner. It appears sort of gray, and sort of detracts from the banner for me; but maybe you could make it...more faded and less gray? That would look nice then. Otherwise, I like it; good job. 7.4/10. Hm. I still don't know what in the world Pochacco is..[/color][/font][/size]

[color=black][font=rockwell][font=rockwell][size=1] This thread is pretty pointless. I thought it would be closed here; and I'm sure it will, too, eventually. This is all purely skeptical guesses; so what does it matter? I know pretty certainly that in my mind I doubt that either of them will be killed for quite some time. There's barely a chance that that supposed bombing of that building could've had him in it. Saddam isn't [i]that[/i] stupid. If he was that stupid, then he'd have been gone from Iraq a long time ago.[/color][/font][/size][/font]

[color=black][font=rockwell][size=1]Hm. This is hard. There's too much good music out there. I'll just throw out some things that I've been listening to a lot lately. Elton John- "Tiny Dancer" Elton John- "Funeral For a Friend/ Love Lies Bleeding" Tool- "The Patient" Tool- "Aenema" Cinderella- "Nobody's Fool" (sketchy on the title there...it just popped into my head) Pink Floyd- "Shine On You Crazy Diamond Part I" Pink Floyd- "Shine On You Crazy Diamond Part II" Pink Floyd- "Breathe" Pink Floyd- "Pigs (Three Different Ones)" Bonnie Tyler- "Total Eclipse of The Heart" Rush- "Afterimage" (Pretty much most of the stuff by Rush I like) Meat Loaf- "Not A Dry Eye In The House" Meat Loaf- "A Kiss Is A Terrible Thing To Waste" Meat Loaf- "I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)" Pink Floyd- "Sorrow" Pink Floyd- "Echoes" Hm. That's enough for now. Sorry I can't think of more. So much Pink Floyd, but I love them. I really do.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][font=rockwell][size=1] Here's my desktop; I finally got it to work here at school. It's very simple. Just the cover to a Pink Floyd album. And blue. Yes. Lots of blue. I haven't changed it for quite some time, and I doubt I shall. It's choppy; but it's my desktop nonetheless, heh.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=red][size=1] This is for Shinobi. He wanted me to write a song for him to play in his band, I think. So here it is. I tried to keep it simple and have soft words that aren't that hard to say.[/size] [b][u]Lay Me Down, I'm So Living[/b][/u] Pretty eyes; what a smile Lying here with no one near The smile's even here Lay me down I'm so living Found myself here today Hold it closer breathe away Fumes so pungent and only you All I really feel lying here There's nothing more that I can do All I really feel lying here Wondering what is to fear Lay me down I'm so living Count the ways back to the beginning Hand and hand; seamstress for the smiles I must've seen you dancing in the mud Now you're in me; here smiling with me Turning back you just laugh It's not that bad It's not that bad lying here with no one near Your smile's still, it counts the star's tear Smiling lady; seamstress for the smiles Pretty eyes Just that smile I must've seen you dancing in the mud Now you're in me Smiling lady here in the sand How you feel so real lying here; no one near Smiling but I don't know you at all Smiling lady; seamstress for the smiles Valor armor, white dress; seems to me that's how you live Lay me down, I'm so living I must've found you in the wet, soft mud Smiling lady; seamstress for the smiles I don't know you at all; guess I never will Smiling lady; mud baby I don't know you at all; guess I never will[/color]

[color=black][font=rockwell][size=1] Yes. I have yet to finish this. I was going to finish during my Journalism class today, but, of course, my floppy I had had to go on the fritz and not work. So here's what I have so far. Very rough, pretty bad in what I think. But it's a start. I still don't think the beginning anecdote works well, but that's me. I still don't know if Journalism's for me.[/size][/font] Bleary-eyed and tired she drives. As she approaches the stop light there is the moment. There is the gnashing and scratch of two lone cars smashing into each other. This is sophomore Janna Soberg. And this is her first crash. By first looking at Soberg, not much comes to mind. She wears skirts?that's the main thing that comes to mind. Then her eyes. To the first onlooker she appears shy. She appears reserved. But, as some come to see?first impressions are not always right. Behind everyone's usual, casual behavior there's much more. The same goes for Soberg. "Most people don't know I'm actually hyper," Soberg said. "Like when I come home from work I'll be happy that school is over and everything. I just get really hyper." Some people find her weird, eccentric. Some find her as that quiet, shy girl in the back of the classroom who's always quiet. Whatever they think of her, Soberg finds only what she thinks of herself to matter. She comes out standing as her own person in the end no matter what others think. " You definitely can't stereotype her," mother Patty Soberg said. "She's her own person, her own individual." And some people. Some people condemn her for her eccentrics. Some condemn her for being too religious. Some condemn her for what she is. Soberg was recently asked out by another guy. She immediately declined, telling him that she didn't like him like that. She stood up for herself. The man then continued to plead with her. Soberg continued to deny and deny; and, eventually, the man told her that his friend was going to pay him $50 for it. "I think it was a typical kid," Patty Soberg said. "It was a typical kid doing a typical thing. Yeah, it's mean. But it happens all the time. You just live with it and go on"[/color]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Shyguy [/i] PS: I hate your font. :p -Shy[/size] [/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Hm. Well, I for one like the change. Thank you for posting. Thank you. I can tell you put a lot into it.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Tasis [/i] [B][color=003399] You've played one game, which you obviously hardly played, seeing as their is a few times you're in an airship... and there are about 12 other games which you assume all have airships.... its all kind of funny, really. Anyone who knows what they're talking about have an idea about the question?[/color] [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Doesn't look like it. Hm. Shall I shoot? Let's see..there's been 10 FFs to date. I'm certain the first didn't have an airship, but I could be wrong. I'm going to say...somewhere between 7-9ish. Yes, I'm sad.[/color][/font][/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]"Burt and Bubba Hairs find their kids to be the main thing in their life. They treat them to what any baby's weaning off the bottle is like. 'Our kids are just what we've always dreamed,' said sophomore Bubba Hairs. 'We really love them.' So next time you see those babies, passed out--intoxicated, don't worry; it's all in good measure. 'Weh likeh thum. They hott,' said Burt. 'We pluh ooby-ooby duuh all ta time.' "[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1]This is extremely rough. Also, I'm trying to force myself to become familiar with the semicolon, so, this I've used it here. It certainly doesn't detract from the overall of it; but I'm sure I've used it wrong in places. Just give me time with it. Heh. I still might change stuff..kill me. It deserves to be shot. -_- [center]...[/center] "Being as exotically defined as I am so, I believe I do not have the right. My dear Burman, I do think?" "?yes, I do think?" There was a long and cold silence. Burman dutifully stood up. He placed his hands out, beckoning out to the many patrons in the tavern. "By and by, my dear Acantha. Aiken?as she does stand here today?she was long ago founded by my great great great great great Grandfather's father?Sir Burman the first. Upon first standing, she was as glorious as she is beautiful here today. She?" Burman was aptly interrupted as Lacroix let out a loud, masquerading laugh. He walked over to Burman, grinning devilishly. "Burman, Burman, Burman. What in the depths of hell would we do without you? Aha, this a comprehensive history?" "Well, yes. At least I?" "?at least I would?" "Pah, I could care less. Let's get out of here, shall we? Shall we take a trip?" Lacriox's face contorted into a large sneer as he led Burman away by the wrist. The rest of the party also followed, keeping their distance. "Burman, look here?look here," Lacroix said, pointing. Lacroix's eyes were strangely murky. It was quite baffling?especially to Jice, whom fed off of the very tunes and echoes from the psyches of a person. Lacroix seemed to be sniffing the pungent, copper-toned splatters of blood allaying all upon the cold ground. Not just sniffling?he seemed to be thriving from it. Hypertensioning from it?from the very bowels of it. "Do you not see Burman. Hm?" Lacroix said. "Do you not see the vile and malevolent act which has discreeted this very ground here?" Lacroix's words now sounded like a finely-tuned axe. They cut a ripped at the tight nipped air painting everything in a devil's paintbrush. "I...I..," was Burman's reply. Lacroix's face spasmed into a v-line of hatred. It looked as if Lacriox was preparing to do something?there was some glint in his eyes?but Jice quickly put his hand tangibly on Lacroix's shoulder. Lacroix turned, surprised. "Ah...my dear minstrel!. What is the purpose of this? I was merely?" "?Enough is enough, Lacroix!" Jice said, his voice tuned quite a notch higher than usual. "We shan't find anything from the mayor here?there's no need to plague for answers. For, I am ascertained that there must be some gossip there in the tavern. Will you not take the leave with me?" and so it was settled. They all left, returning to the tavern. And not surprisingly, the mayor stayed behind, a look of morbid reflection bouncing back to the party as they left. It was noisy. They all looked around, finding Acantha gone. Through the intermittent chatter and clang, they all turned to find Dahrin overtly beckoning them over. "I got something for you guys," he said. "It's a little note Acantha left." Lacroix's hand was the first to snatch away the piece of paper. He read it, and a sneer went bigger and bigger on his face. "Perhaps this is our answer, my dear minstrel. Perhaps." Jice ripped the sheet of paper from Lacroix's holding, and quickly read it aloud. "We shall meet upon the stroke of midnight at tomorrow's chime. At the mayor's mansion we shall discuss and torrent our ways into this conundrum of the town. Do not be late." "Could this be our answer?" Percy said, his eyebrow raised. "Could it?" Jice set the sloppily writ note down, his eyes locked in thought. "We will now soon enough, I do suppose. As for now, I do believe it is time we rest." Agreement was nuzzled, and they all left the tavern towards the local inn. It was a solemn place; quiet yet mingled with a sense of something more. All bleary-eyed and tired, they paid their stay and all were soon asleep. Except Lacroix. Jice also waned an open eye as he felt Lacriox's aural vibrations. Jice had felt some suspicions of Lacroix. As uncertain and unascertained as they were, he could not help the nagging feeling that something unsettling draped over Lacroix. So he followed his instincts. Trailing cowed and feeding on his emotional tides, Jice followed Lacroix from out of the Inn. He noticed how sneakily Lacroix walked; how coyly. The only likeness to this coy, frisky walk that Lacroix could think of was that of the Tiger stalking his prey. And it was to be likened so. They came to the Tavern. Through the slight gleam of the poor light, Jice focused his eyes and his mind on Lacroix. He watched him; he read him; he saw him. Jice's mind was somewhere else. It was with Lacroix and only with Lacroix. Lacroix bent over where the body of Calonice had once been. He stayed so for a long span of time. Jice tried to see exactly what was happening, but was not able to; it was too dark. But he felt Lacroix. The feeling coming from him was quite overpowering. Jice himself could not pin the feeling. It was to be likened with ecstasy, but with a very acute tinge of some rancid smell. It was overpowering for Jice. Every breath he breathed in the taste was there; every thought he thought the feeling was there; every motion of his body, every sway he felt encumbered with this emotion emanating from Lacroix. It tasted like blood lust but yet, at the same moment, it tasted sour and bitter; like something fighting, something trying to overpower itself. Slowly, very slow, Lacroix finally stood up. Again, the feeling was there, but it wasn't as strong. Jice was still unnerved. He plodded and dug into what possibly Lacroix was doing out here; there just wasn't a logical answer. There wasn't. Jice had zoned so entirely out that he hadn't noticed Lacroix leave. Where Lacroix once stood standing now only the darkness blanketed. Jice returned to the tavern. Lacroix was there. And soon Jice was asleep, his dreams spasming into nightmares of what could and couldn't be. [center]...[/center] The day was waning. Tediously the party had searched all the midday in hopes of finding some answers. None had come. They had searched numerous farms, stores, and the like. Yet no answers. Just more questions from more questions. It could be seen, upon all of the foray's faces, that they were tiring of the tedium. They were all anxiously awaiting the midnight meeting at the mayor's mansion. And slowly, as time does when one awaits something with want, it came. The stars shone like a mosaic of shines. It was a nice, mild night as they approached the mayor's mansion. For them all, it was an even more nice night. Tonight, with hope, they would get some answers. Hopefully they would get farther. They were lead into the main room of the mansion by a host of guards and briefly told to wait. They waited and waited and waited. Lacriox gave an impatient glare and strode off. "I'll show them wait," he could be heard mumbling underneath his breath. Jice watched him leave with an especially critical glare. He knew something was wrong; he could feel it. He just didn't know what. As he sat there juggling his thoughts, the mayor soon approached. Acantha on his left wing, an uncouth figure on the other. The mayor looked panic-stricken. His entire color was light and weary; it was as if he hadn't slept at all in the passing days. His hair was a frazzled mess, and his stomach knotted and bounced about him like some crazed ballet dancer frantically spinning in loops and twirls. Jice felt the panic covering the mayor immediately. "Burman, what is wrong? You look terrible." "Ah, Jice, uh, your lives. Your lives are in peril. Something wants these calamities to continue. This something...they, uh, they don't want the truth revealed. I..uh...I?" "?Burman. Settle down. You know you are overworking yourself. There's no reason to jump to assumptions, now, is there?" it was Acantha. Everyone glared at her suspiciously. "Why are you all looking at me like that? The mayor is simply having a panic attack. He can't handle what is happening. He's losing it." They all slowly nodded. Xii spoke up slowly, breaking the thin wall of suspicions and finger pointing. " Mayor. Who's this new face with you?" "Ah, this is Ryan. Ryan Schezar. He's what we call a streamer." Some looked strangely at the mayor, others nodded in recognition. "Ah, uh, a streamer. They stop calamities and such. They tap into the spiritual side of things. Magic and?" Burman stopped talking. His eyes seemed to be straying; they seemed to be looking at something. There was a loud noise. Jice felt his entire essence split and shatter. Something was horribly wrong. His entire sense was reeling. His entire feeling was heightened to extreme measures. And then there was a large and hitting pain. The world went black. The other party members looked, in trepidation, at the emanation of the noise. Nothing was there. The newly introduced Ryan quickly fled over to the fallen Jice. "Clean shot. Right through the head," he said, placing his hand on the blood-warmed wound.[/color][/size]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Hm. This idea just instantly popped into my head as I sit here listening to Tool here at school. So I'm going to take my compulsion and try it; see where it goes, and if I can maybe revitalize this forum. It's so dead, and, seeing as I moderate here now, I want it un-dead-ish-ing. So basically, here's the lowdown: You can post your favorite music lyrics here; favorite song lyrics, whatever. Then each of us here evaluates it and shows what it means [i]to us[/i]. I want it to be on a more writer-esque nature. I want some good, critical, thought-provoking stances on what these lyrics mean to you. I want you to tell me why these lyrics mean something to you. I want you to tell me if you think it has good flow; if it does this or that. But don't just post short answers. Actually put some thought in here. Please. The reason why I put this here in this forum is because we aren't evaluating the song. But, more or less, we're evaluating the meaning of the lyrics. What makes them work. So, here I go. I'll start with some Tool lyrics. I recently started listening to the band, and I find them very good. Tool-"The Patient" A groan of tedium escapes me, Startling the fearful. Is this a test? It has to be, Otherwise I can't go on. Draining patience, drain vitality. This paranoid, paralyzed vampire act's a little old. But I'm still right here Giving blood, keeping faith And I'm still right here. Wait it out, Gonna wait it out, Be patient (wait it out). If there were no reward to (reap / heal), (No / A) loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. Gonna wait it out. If there were no desire to heal A damaged and broken man along This tedious path I've chosen here I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may ... [sigh] ... I still may. Be patient. I must keep reminding myself of this. And if there were no rewards to (reap / heal), (No / A) loving embrace to see me through This tedious path I've chosen here, I certainly would've walked away by now. And I still may. Gonna wait it out. Look over this song; find what you can from it. It's a pretty simple song, and the understanding isn't too deep. But I decided to start with something simple first. Then take it from there.[/color][/size][/font]

[QUOTE][i]Originally posted by Transtic Nerve [/i] [B]That was just disturbing.... lol... really disturbing. [/B][/QUOTE] [color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] What, not enough masterbation for you? :p[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][font=rockwell][size=1]That font is ugly. It shouldn't be black. More better, it should be in somewhat a color that accentuates the banner. Whether it be faded as the banner is, or the such. It needs to be smaller, as Neph said. Otherwise, it is pretty good. The faded faces are very well done. 7.5/10.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] It's fine, but it's so much like the cover--it just screams at me that it's too much so. Also, the character on the right (no, I cannot remember his name...Riku...()-o) is rather cut off. It ruins the overal look of the picture. So I don't like it. It's fine, just really lacking any spiffyness. 4/10.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][font=rockwell][size=1] Actually, I like the second best. The first one's too goody-goody for me, and the third's just so...plain (for lack of a better word there). Overall, you show talent.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]Yeah, you have talent as well. If you're interested in my poetry, I have an entire thread here in this forum. Some of it is lame, but some of it I really like. [b][u]Corner[/b][/u] Crutch the corner stone Marble; Limestone; Sand Walk this hold my hand Monument the side Crutch it like a corner stone Inundated the plie Rocky; Sandy; Lone Wind-sand weathers the stone Hm. I'm not really in the mood for writting at the moment. It's something, though.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell] Hmm. Amazing. OB is now working for me here at school. I have my submission finished; I rushed and got it done last night. It turned out pretty bad in my eyes, but ah well. I'll submit it when I get home today or tomorrow.[/color][/size][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]"What? Why are you all staring at me? French kissing isn't [i]that[/i] bad, is it?" Another dull attempt by me..[/size][/color][/font]

[color=black][size=1][font=rockwell]Hm. I don't know anything about cars. So, thus, I will say my favorite car is the one I currently own. It's a 1985 Plymouth Reliant.[/color][/font][/size]