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« on: September 01, 2014, 06:16:59 AM »
Ayy lmao I guess I'm back for a while, why not?
The king scrublord hath returneded
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« on: November 11, 2013, 01:45:28 PM »
Well... It's been a while...
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« on: May 24, 2013, 07:29:27 AM »
Whattap guise? Exams are done, I returned sooner than expected... inb4 omfg im an idiot 4 sayin i will leaf 5eva den cumin bak immediately.
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« on: May 06, 2013, 05:31:48 PM »
 Well, its been a cool near 2 years, but this is it for me. I've been here a while and it's been great, but life has caught up with me and I just have to sacrifice a few things for the sake of a better life. I don't really know what to say, I've loved every minute, and all of you are great, even if it seemed like we didn't get along, I still respect you. And when school's done, I'll have probably forgotten about this place, but maybe you might see me peering around the forums every now and then. It's been cool. 
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« on: April 24, 2013, 05:20:25 PM »
I think the price of changing sex and your name is slightly excessive, as well as the price to change the colour of clothing.
I think at least $2,500 for changing name and probably even $2,000 to change sex as most players wouldn't do that, but rather the earlier thing.
Changing colour of clothing? Half the price at least.
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« on: April 10, 2013, 03:10:35 PM »
Yep, figured since I'm done with PS in school and passed with the highest grade I'd give something to CG. I'm gonna try and make this as unique as possible so that each one seems different in themselves. If you want a miniscule detail, I'll add it in. Also, if you're wondering how long it'll take, that depends on how much is at hand, how many I get, and just how long the process takes. I can do things super speedy though. I'll leave a code to follow here:
Text on avatar/sig/gmod spray (delete text as appropriate):
Images wanted: (Will crop around the backgrounds of images)
Font: (Pic any, I'll download and write away)
Colours/Gradients: (e.g. red-blue or green-grey)
Basic desc: (for the basic layout)
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« on: April 10, 2013, 02:09:04 PM »
Earlier I posted a trailer, the teacher asked for a poster for extra credit. I think it could've looked better. :/
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« on: February 20, 2013, 12:13:43 PM »
K redy set go
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« on: February 19, 2013, 05:23:28 PM »
I know I've already got a thread made, but I figured I'd start a new one to show this...
Lover of Ariane
Clausdale Mental Infirmary Records
Patient: James Crawfield
Patient no.: 4325230975
Patient condition: Unstable, suffers severe aggressive outbursts at random times, unable to remember outbursts.
Details: Patient is to be on lockdown at all times, kept in a separate cell from other patients and only given meals when kept stable through chamber gassing. DO NOT GIVE ANY HUMAN INTERACTION.
James wasn’t always insane. Hell, most murderers don’t start that way. James was just like you or I, but mostly like 50% of people in the world. Because James was, in Layman’s terms, a scumbag. Worked for a car rental service, where he would repeatedly extort customers daily, treat the other sex like a piece of meat, and often make racial slurs to other customers. Most of James’ fellow school mates would have agreed. “He never talked much, accept to all the clichéd jocks and cheerleaders. He wasn’t a guy you’d LOVE to hate, but he wasn’t a guy you’d love either.”
James’ attitude to women meant he was a frequent viewer of pornographic websites. Anything he could get his hands on would suit him. One day, James came across a popular dating simulation game “Date Ariane”, in which the objective was to eventually have sexual intercourse with the main character in hand. James played the game once, but thought nothing of it. But one day, in searching for a remake of the game in higher detail, he came across the site “Ariane 2: Dateless wonder”. The game was 100% normal, if you counted perverse portrayals of women. James loved the game and would often… “pleasure” himself to it almost everynight. The story was almost a complete copy, but Ariane looked so real. In fact, James’ obsession grew unhealthy. He would no longer pleasure himself to the game, but rather treat Ariane as though she was real, talking to her, stroking the screen and even passing it over some of his food. Ariane wouldn’t reply, clearly, as she was just a computer program. James loved Ariane, but had no idea that she wasn’t real. He began nicknaming her, never going to work, never watching, not even eating. He just sat there, in his filth, with a beard forming around him as his baggy eyes grew bloodshot. Flies encircled him, but James was too engaged to turn to swat them. His loved “Ari” too much. She was his “treasure”, his “amour”, his one true love. But that all changed…
One day James visited the site to find a black screen instead of the game, which entitled “Update 1.2”. It claimed that Ariane would be removed so players could experience the game as a whole other game, rather than a remake, as soon, “Bethany: Dateless Wonder” would be coming. James wasn’t pleased at all. For 2 weeks, he never slept. He just banged his head against walls, scratched and peeled at his skin, scream and smash out some teeth with a hammer. But James had a new idea now. He looked for the game developer’s head office. For some reason, however, Google maps only pointed to a small shed just on the outskirts of where James lived. James was going to get Ariane back, by any means possible. He grabbed an axe out of his garage, started up his car, and followed the trail on his phone, as he brought up pictures of Ariane, stroking them and saying “Soon my darling. Soon they will fucking die…”
James saw the shed. It seemed rather abysmal for where a developer would work. Windows were smashed out and the door had weird symbols carved into it, of a child holding a knife behind their back and a head in the other. But James wasn’t human anymore. He didn’t fear, he only felt rage. James kicked in the door as the shed was blacked out, other than one computer in the centre of the room that shone with a bright white screen, yet again showing the symbol as a screensaver. In fact, there were pictures everywhere of people. People who all looked as James did now, dishevelled, anorexic and deprived of sleep. James even had his own photo, framed above the computer saying in Latin “Ad nostram numerus unus fan, sit ille Requiescant in pace ...” It looked as though it was an epitaph, almost like a reef hung by a coffin. But yet again, James wasn’t right in the head. He stared at the monitor as he found an animation program running as well as a few others, including a strange one with the symbol as an icon called “Insania Resurgens”. James clicked onto the animation program as he deleted all the work on the update, reuploading Ariane as she slowly rose from the dead. But suddenly, the door opening, as a man wearing a green hooded-cloak stood with a dagger. He bellowed at James as he ran towards him “PRO DELIRITAS COORTUS!” but it was no use. James was better armed, as he swung in one great swing, cutting the man’s head clean off. James then ran back to the car, speeding home to find his love once more.
As he arrived home, the website’s screen flashed with “Upload complete in 6 hours.” James didn’t sleep that night. He just smiled, still covered in blood whispering to the tune of London Bridge “Soon my love will be right back, be right back, be right back. Soon my love will be right back, for-or-ever…”
It was morning and the screen flashed with “Error 404: Site URL is invalid.” James screeched as he checked other sites, only to find a news site with a new story. A family man was decapitated in his own home, only to be found by his teenage daughter moments later. His blood was spread to create a symbol for a little girl holding a knife and severed head. He was known to be an online games developer for a pornographic game, but this was only just realised. The police had James’ DNA on the axe he left, and were right outside. The developer had his credit card set to end upon his passing, meaning all items currently subscribed to his card would become invalid. Including his site. James just sat and screeched. “ARIANE, COME BACK.”
Patient Logs: No. 4325230975, James Crawford
No responses, prone to crawling up into a ball and constantly whispering “Ariane come back…”
The 3 green hooded-cloaked men all turn from their computer desks, looking up to the black hooded-cloaked man sat on the throne. “Project Insanity Rising works perfectly sir, 78 subjects already submitted to asylums. A check on the other projects, sir?” spoke one of them. The man remained silent till he spoke quietly to himself. “You may have lived James, but that was part of the plan… Soon, we will have this world in our grip…” He walked out of the conference room as giant banners hung from the walls. All of the girl, with the knife, and the head…
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« on: February 19, 2013, 04:46:41 PM »
Well... took me 4 weeks... it's okay I suppose, I just feel a lot could've been better... But here it is. My school project for a film based off "Ben Drowned".
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« on: November 10, 2012, 05:34:25 PM »
Post your favourite from the franchise. Mine:
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« on: November 09, 2012, 11:26:54 AM »
Guess who's back, back again, i am back... tell yo friends.
I'm back after a period of business off the Richter scale. Although I am returning in an even busier period of life (applying for 2 colleges, senior year schools or whatever you yanks call 'em, to do simultaneously , I can tell you now that I'm gonna stick here as long as possible. or at least till you all become unpopular trolololololol
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« on: October 08, 2012, 04:52:58 PM »
Just when the forest was safe again, Slender is being remade by Parsec Studios (the original creators), with assistance from Blue Isle Studios, anted up graphics, feature-length real-time action, a plot added in, and more terror than you can take. Here's some sneaky screenshots for y'all.  "aw yeah its da forest, nothin' new 'cept the graphics... looks a'ight" "lil blurry, can't see nothin' 'part from some tre- wait, what's that in the distance... OH GOD N-"And for those of you with visual impairment...  Opinions? Fears for this shit? Scared out of your wits? If not, he's already got you...
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« on: September 29, 2012, 06:18:11 PM »
Based off of the one off DLC and the full game. Will have mixed bits of the game's paths, and I'll try to bury most of the plot holes.
Prologue: The Taxidermist
Madison Paige. One of the best journalists in all of Philadelphia. Now a big break was headed her way.
The phone rang in excitement, as Madison sprung into action, position her short, beige hair whilst doing so.
"Madison Paige?" spoke Madison, to the phone. The phone spoke in a coarse-toned voice, gruff and depressed.
"Madison, it's Sam. I got the information you asked for." It spoke, as Madison, piece by piece, put her outfit of the day together. "The guy's name is Leland White. He used to be a taxidermist. 40 years old, single, apparently out of work for the last two years." Madison drew away from the phone as she clothed herself, preparing for the day ahead. The voice still spoke on. "No criminal record, no psychiatric history." Madison put the phone to her ear and she balanced it between her shoulder and head.
"A taxidermist? That's pretty original..." she drew her piece of toast from the toaster as she spread the finely melted butter across. "You got his address? I'd like to ask him a few questions." She bit into the bread causing a frightful crunching sound as she did so. The voice slowly replying back to her.
"His last known address was 411 Harbor Street, Lexington..." A brief pause came over the atmosphere as Madison wrote the address across her tender pale skin. "You really think this guy could be the 'Origami Killer'...?" Madison threw away the remains of the bread and she gathered her jacket, keys, helmet and work items, leaving the phone in it's dock before uttering the last sentences.
"Only one way to find out. If it's not him he'll give me some tips on how to stuff animals."
"If he is the killer?"
"Then we've got the scoop of the year!"
"Shit, you're really nuts."
"That's why you like me."
"Be careful Madison. You never know." Her finger rubbed against the red button of the phone before she uttered the final words.
"Don't worry. I'll be fine."
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Madison's dreams rushed through her memory as she rode the bike through the traffic. The men in balaclavas and armed to the teeth, always attacking her at her most vulnerable moments. The only time she remembered when she could sleep was in the motels. The beds seemed more homely. Less dangerous. She didn't know why. They just did. But she digressed. The job came first, her personal problems, second. She'd finally arrived at the exact address. 411 Harbor Street. She left the slick, ebony motorcycle there as she removed her black helmet from her head, placing the helmet onto the bike. Her striped jacket and blue jeans kept up her appearance, possibly to give the suspect some eye candy. The house was average, like any other house in the neighborhood. The rain flooded the drains and shot into the gutters below, rain continuing to pour down. Madison didn't mind rain. The sound of it was quite therapeutic. She took out her small tape recorder, shielding it from intruding drops.
"Tuesday November 3rd. 4:15pm. I'm at the home of the suspect Leland White." She stopped the recording and placed the tape into her back pocket. Thoughts rummaged through her mind as she stepped up to the front door. Wouldn't be very discreet to look in his mailbox. Atmosphere is weird around here. Just ask him the questions and leave. Good as that. She knocked at the door. Nothing. Rung the doorbell. Still nothing. "Hello?" No answer. She peeked through the front window. The dirt surrounding the window made it almost impossible to see. She decided to look around the back of the house. Fucking freezing out here... She noticed something almost unnoticeable. The window was slightly ajar, but too high. Luckily, a conveniently placed barrel was able to aid her in reaching the window. She climbed onto the barrel as excitement rushed through her. Shit, Sam was right. I am crazy.
She squeezed between the gap until she was in the chilling house. She stepped upstairs as thoughts went through her head. What am I doing here? This place gives me the creeps. Even the fucking creepy floorboards are trying to fit the atmosphere. She began to open a door when she noticed a smell. The smell of rotten meat. Suddenly she saw it. She vomited across the floor as the ghastly sight of her puke caused her to turn back to the sight for relief. A woman had been left a bath after being drained of her blood. Her flesh strung across the walls. Madison slowly etched to her recorder and spoke as tears ran down her face.
"I-in... in the upstairs bathroom... a body in the b-bathtub. She... she's been, um... cut up... with a saw." Her pulse rushed as she left in disgust, investigating the other rooms. Suddenly, she noticed a figure. 3 in fact. She slowly opened the door to find a mannequin sat in a chair, staring and smiling. Madison walked towards the doll, feeling it's arm. The material was unusual. Almost like... flesh. Oh shit no... please no... This was no mannequin. Leland's victim's were stuffed into his figures of amusement. His playthings. Madison quickly took her camera and photographed the murder scene before putting it away in disgust. This time I have the story. She quickly checked the photos. The camera's battery died. Shit. She walked down the stairs as each step creaked. Suddenly, she heard something. A car engine stopping... Leland was home... Time to play...
//moar soon
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« on: September 09, 2012, 04:47:53 PM »
Choose... It can be any film, and you MUST give a reason why. Mine has to be, the one and only... Skip to 2:32 if you want to see the most beautiful fucking thing in all of mankind. I feel slightly ashamed to say tears of joy flooded from my eyes after seeing this, but either way, I LOVE THIS. WHY?! Firstly... A man armed with a bazooka is about to kill a little girl. Awesomeness: Level 5 Secondly, the fact there are SUPERHEROES in this movie makes it a million times amazing. Awesomeness: Level 70 Thirdly, when all hope is lost, Kick-Ass arrives. Awesomeness: Level 75 Fourthly, riding a jetpack with machine guns. Awesomeness: Level 1000. And finally. ELVIS. AWESOMENESS: LEVEL "BEYOND FUCKING HUMAN COMPREHENSION." So yeah, choose your favourite, and why you think it is the greatest movie scene of all time.
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