some backgrounds not alot ...3

[leadafro]

tell me what you think







i used no grapics form the internet i only used the ones I made.

[JurseyRider734]

You're not allowed to post the backgrounds you make for the contest, I think...

[Nyokou]

What Jursey said....

&, you're not allowed to put your name on them either. Also.. that drawing used for the background for Get Down: Did you draw that? If not, then I am sure the real artist let you borrow it for that. But if you stole it from somewhere, that's just plain wrong, sorry. I would be pissed too if someone stole my art. I'm not saying you DID... but you COULD HAVE... did you? =|

[aperson]

Originally Posted by Nyokou

What Jursey said....

&, you're not allowed to put your name on them either. Also.. that drawing used for the background for Get Down: Did you draw that? If not, then I am sure the real artist let you borrow it for that. But if you stole it from somewhere, that's just plain wrong, sorry. I would be pissed too if someone stole my art. I'm not saying you DID... but you COULD HAVE... did you? =|

Who would steal your art?

[Nyokou]

u____u;; That's it.. I am gone.

[MalReynolds]

GOOD! Damn! Seriously, leave for the love of God leave leave leave get the message leave?

Mal

PS: LEAVE NOW.

[Cj_leonine]

So angry . . . Damn you rap music.

[Spazzbite]

Hi Leadafro, you use Apophysis and it's painfully obvious. Learn to incorporate apophysis in more with other stuff.

[Nyokou]

Originally Posted by MalReynolds

GOOD! Damn! Seriously, leave for the love of God leave leave leave get the message leave?

Mal

PS: LEAVE NOW.

Make me, whore.

[JurseyRider734]

Originally Posted by Nyokou

Make me, whore.

Shut the fuck up.

[MalReynolds]

Seriously, you keep saying you're going to leave? Buck up and do it, otherwise, shut up and deal with the fact that a lot of people aren't going to like you because you're an annoying idiot u___u;;;

I shouldn't have to make you leave. You've "Threatened" a lot already. Personally, I don't feel all that threatened by the loss of an emo-trendster wanna be goth who thinks they're so artiscially talented that it would be a blow to the community if they left.

I said it before: Put your money where your mouth is and LEAVE, or else stop saying it.

Mal

[Nyokou]

Go bitch to Chardish.

Unless he takes my fucking name off the fucking Winner's list of this retarded game, I ain't going anywhere.

=) So you both can shut the fuck up and die, a horrible death.
& nobody will give a fuck when you do die.

<|3
Fags.

[QreepyBORIS]

your art sucks u___u brb empty threats

[MalReynolds]

Originally Posted by Nyokou

Go (!@#! to Chardish.

I'm still trying to figure out exactly what swear you were trying to put here that would make sense. Turns out the answer is: bitch? Were you trying to say bitch?

Don't tell me to go die; I haven't done that to you. I've just asked you to live up to your promise, but you can't seem to grasp that or wrap your mind around the simple FACT that you've said you were going to leave.

People wouldn't care that I die? I'm sorry, I don't have to cam-whore and dress up like a fuckin' goth to get attention. I don't wear short shirts to show off my scars because I don't get attention. I get plenty of fuckin' attention, and thusly, I'm pretty sure more people would show up to my funeral over yours. Hell, it would take you so many times to die! "I'm dying, bye. JUST KIDDING IM GOING TO LIVE FOR FIFTY MORE POSTS. Now I'm dead."

Leave, and just be happy you contributed to a game. Don't feel obligated to stay just because you have your name on something, please, don't let that stop you from making your way to what would be (I'm sure) a much better life outside of FFR. I mean, we're all fags here!

Fags that don't like annoying, pompous little shits like you.

Mal

[FishFishRevolution]

Guys, stop fighting u_______u;;;;;;;;

[Nyokou]

=)

[MalReynolds]

Okay, not a flame so much as being constructive now...

Posts that contain nothing but "=)" aren't really posts. They're a combination of items that really aren't typically seen next to each other, except in AIM.

Substance. What most art lacks and what your posts need to find.

Mal

[FishFishRevolution]

I'd like to get back on topic here, before this poor dude's topic gets admin'd.

Sweet designs, but I don't think you can submit those now for use if you've posted them here. =/ oh well.

[Nyokou]

Count. In delivering my son from me, I bury
a second husband.
Ber. And I, in going, madam, weep o'er my
father's death anew; but I must attend his
majesty's command, to whom I am now in ward,
evermore in subjection.
Laf. You shall find of the king a husband,
madam; you, sir, a father. He that so generally
is at all times good, must of necessity hold his
virtue to you, whose worthiness would stir it up
where it wanted rather than lack it where there
is such abundance.
Count. What hope is there of his majesty's
amendment?
Laf. He hath abandoned his physicians,
madam; under whose practices he hath per-
secuted time with hope, and finds no other
advantage in the process but only the losing of
hope by time.
Count. This young gentlewoman had a fa-
ther,—O, that 'had!' how sad a passage 'tis!—
whose skill was almost as great as his honesty;
had it stretched so far, would have made na-
ture immortal, and death should have play for
lack of work. Would, for the king's sake, he
were living! I think it would be the death of
the king's disease.
Laf. How called you the man you speak of,
madam?
Count. He was famous, sir, in his profession,
and it was his great right to be so: Gerard de
Narbon.
Laf. He was excellent indeed, madam: the
king very lately spoke of Him admiringly and
mourningly. He was skilful enough to have
lived still, if knowledge could be set up against
mortality.
Ber. What is it, my good lord, the king
languishes of?
Laf. A fistula, my lord.
Ber. I heard not of it before.
Laf. I would it were not notorious. Was
this gentlewoman the daughter of Gerard de
Narbon?
Count. His sole child, my lord; and be-
queathed to my overlooking. I have those hopes
of her good that her education promises: her
dispositions she inherits, which makes fair gifts
fairer; for where an unclean min-d carries vir-
tuous qualities, there commendations go with
pity; they are virtues and traitors too: in her
they are the better for their simplesness; she de-
rives her honesty and achieves her goodness.
Laf. Your commendations, madam, get from
her tears.
Count. 'Tis the best brine a maiden can sea-
son her praise in. The remembrance of her
father never approaches her heart but the
tyranny of her sorrows takes all livelihood from
her cheek. No more of this, Helena, go to, no
more; lest it be rather thought you affect a
sorrow, than have it.
Hel. I do affect a sorrow indeed, but I have
it too.
Laf. Moderate lamentation is the right of
the dead, excessive grief the enemy to the living.
Hel. If the living be enemy to the grief, the
excess makes it soon mortal.
Ber. Madam, I desire your holy wishes.
Laf. How understand we that?
Count. Be thou blest, Bertram; and succeed
thy father
In manners, as in shape! thy blood and virtue
Contend for empire in thee; and thy goodness
Share with thy birthright! Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use, and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech. What heaven more
will
That thee may furnish, and my prayers pluck
down,
Fall on thy head! Farewell, my lord;
'Tis an unseason'd courtier; good my lord,
Advise him.
Laf. He cannot want the best
That shall attend his love.
Count. Heaven bless him! Farewell, Bertram.

[justaguy]

face youre bane