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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Mr. Tart on Sun Oct 06, 2013 6:27 pm

    Oh, but of course. If he wishes to show use a change in who he is, then by all means. I believe that's one of the best things you can do. I was only stating my opinion, assuming that a comment I read in the avatar topic made him changing, as he may have wanted to post and receive new, unique comments. Either way, he should use whatever avatar makes him happy.

    Edit: To stay on-topic, here's WaffleGuy's latest avatar, something I made in about 10 minutes on photoshop.

    Edit2: He later on added a cane and 'stache on his own. silly


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by skarekrow13 on Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:07 pm

    Discussing the picture is totally on topic. And it's a great addition too.

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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Mr. Tart on Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:11 pm

    skarekrow13 wrote:Discussing the picture is totally on topic. And it's a great addition too.

    You're just saying that to get this thread back on the top, aren't you? silly


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by skarekrow13 on Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:28 pm

    Yes

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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by The Letter X on Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:32 pm

    I'll post a drawing of the character I use as my avatar and in my sig later. I'm not an artist, but it'll be something. Shrug


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Hatsune Miku on Sun Oct 06, 2013 7:56 pm

    Bassman Bob wrote:


    Explanation: I just made it. I don't know why. I don't want to know why. I just woke up from a nap, walked to my computer, fired up ms paint an made it.
    I love it!


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    Gravelord: EXHIBIT

    Post by Corroded on Sun Oct 20, 2013 5:26 am

    The Blade......

    The blade...
    It made...
    Me whole...

    Curl...
    Swirl...
    Within...


    Upon the touch
    There is no thrust
    Only the scars
    Scraping par


    The Leech......

    The Leech...
    It Took...
    Beseech...


    Their Life
    Dead, Alive
    Drained, by
    Elegance

    It took
    A part, away
    For its own gain
    Even if blood untaint


    The Snake......

    Liar...
    Gained...
    Crave...


    Lied, given
    Blade, fire
    Leeching desire
    Never tires

    Woman, robed
    Leather, cloak
    Cap of nun's toke
    Worked the dead

    Lord of Death
    Seeker of Myth
    Seer of Lisp
    Obtainer


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Lady of Red
    Defiled Wed
    Of Death and Life
    Darkness, Fire

    Armed to fight
    Born to light
    Never flight
    World's blight

    Those sook
    All lost
    She claimed
    All thought

    All were in danger
    She was in favour
    Eyes were gathered
    Humanity laddered

    The brown
    Rotten corpse
    Against fire
    And justice


    Nun......

    None can live...
    All must die...
    Humanity dies...

    This day

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    None can live...
    All must die...
    Undeath dies...

    This day

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Armies rise
    Bones bind
    Arms tied
    Strings lined

    Priests of bones
    Curses and loans
    Carry lanterns
    Of traversing tone

    Fire emits
    Death persists
    The mask aligned
    Tonight, we die


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    The blade is sharp
    The fires are strong
    The undead, die
    The dead, strive

    The bones, alive
    The hollow, reside
    Hunted, take tide
    Within demon's grasp

    Tonight, she binds
    Her will, of time
    And takes her scythe
    And courses life


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...




    ...Will you...

    See, the light...

    Again?...




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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by skarekrow13 on Sun Oct 20, 2013 11:03 am

    Welcome to the forums and great addition!

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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Corroded on Sun Oct 20, 2013 11:03 am

    Okay


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by tigab95 on Sun Oct 20, 2013 12:25 pm

    Corroded wrote:The Blade......

    The blade...
    It made...
    Me whole...

    Curl...
    Swirl...
    Within...


    Upon the touch
    There is no thrust
    Only the scars
    Scraping par


    The Leech......

    The Leech...
    It Took...
    Beseech...


    Their Life
    Dead, Alive
    Drained, by
    Elegance

    It took
    A part, away
    For its own gain
    Even if blood untaint


    The Snake......

    Liar...
    Gained...
    Crave...


    Lied, given
    Blade, fire
    Leeching desire
    Never tires

    Woman, robed
    Leather, cloak
    Cap of nun's toke
    Worked the dead

    Lord of Death
    Seeker of Myth
    Seer of Lisp
    Obtainer


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Lady of Red
    Defiled Wed
    Of Death and Life
    Darkness, Fire

    Armed to fight
    Born to light
    Never flight
    World's blight

    Those sook
    All lost
    She claimed
    All thought

    All were in danger
    She was in favour
    Eyes were gathered
    Humanity laddered

    The brown
    Rotten corpse
    Against fire
    And justice


    Nun......

    None can live...
    All must die...
    Humanity dies...

    This day

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    None can live...
    All must die...
    Undeath dies...

    This day

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Armies rise
    Bones bind
    Arms tied
    Strings lined

    Priests of bones
    Curses and loans
    Carry lanterns
    Of traversing tone

    Fire emits
    Death persists
    The mask aligned
    Tonight, we die


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...


    The blade is sharp
    The fires are strong
    The undead, die
    The dead, strive

    The bones, alive
    The hollow, reside
    Hunted, take tide
    Within demon's grasp

    Tonight, she binds
    Her will, of time
    And takes her scythe
    And courses life


    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...

    Grave... Lord...
    Grave... Lord...




    ...Will you...

    See, the light...

    Again?...



    This is beautiful O_O big grin


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    Maiden of Flame EXHIBIT

    Post by Corroded on Sun Oct 20, 2013 7:21 pm

    Fire, fire, burning desire
    Stimula surges through all

    Burn, burn, burn the way down
    Feel the warmth across the bore


    Here she is....

    Right there, see? She came from across the sea, they say. You don't see her? She rests inside the carriage, where no horse no bull tugs at the reigns. It pulls itself with dark oak and white wood. Drapes of red cover over the rest, the carriage hidden from the best.

    When the winds grow warm
    Be wary of her form

    For she has come from the lands before
    With a will, that will enslave us all


    Where is she?...

    Hidden under the drapes, don't you see? Hidden in the wood, in the shell of oak. The magi rests within from sight, not even I can see her light.

    What is she, you say? Some say she could be a witch, they say. Others say she is just a trickster, from the bay. Others think that she is one of just play... But I know better: she is goddess of flame.

    Wheels stop turning
    Flames start burning

    The hour comes near
    Soon, comes the seer.


    What does she do?...

    When the time mumbles; when the night plunders, there is no mistake that the hour has come. In the night, when the new moon arrives, she comes from the dark with torches of pine. All stacked around, stakes closing with sound. Dug deep in the soil, the stars see them burn.

    The torches come lit
    It's time to be fit

    Gather round the carriage
    Time for the marriage

    It's time to be wed
    Let us dance to the end


    Hmmm, Hmmmm....

    Here they come, from the houses around. From the lads to the lassies, from children to old. We never feel cold, not even the children. Were warmed by the fires, that begin to grow.

    As we stand on the grass, remember the torches. Do not be brass, they are here for the courses. As the time grows near, the white flame approaches. From each, single end, they reach for the sky.

    Gather round, all men
    Grab the woman to end

    Time for the dance
    Flames blur the bend

    As we dance around
    She comes to bound


    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    There she is, don't you see? The lights, where they go? Shhh, she's coming, don't you hear her sing? The time has come to be, too late to say no; grab my hand, baby, it's time for the ring.

    The lights come abound, rising from the torches. Circling us, we stand to watch. We have no porch, and have no sense to keep notch. We'll be lost soon, when she begins to bloom. Hold tight, lassy, this will be soon.

    Preached on the top
    The torches blaze black

    There's no sense to that
    For our heads have popped

    There, on the top
    She stands for the bop

    She twirls around
    Her robs abound


    Grab on, sweetie. We're gonna get meaty. What's that, you say? Why, it is she, I say. The goddess of flame. See her silk come alive. Twirling around like smoke, I dare not to poke. She looks so divine, yet I fear for my life. If I stare too long, I might burn for bond.

    Don't look too much, baby. Or she might take you, maybe. Her fingers are fire, see the streaks of the sire. The waves of red, of yellow and black. Smoke withers from her tips. I shutter for bliss. Stop staring, stop staring. Just dance with me. Or it not be, as you will soon see. She will take anyone staring, from child to old; from lass to lad, she will take them all.

    Where? Don't ask so... it is bad to question so. You see, she is a dragon, I think. Dressed disguised in silk and clean. It is never good to keep looking, for she shall brag on. Just dance with me, before the show begins to play. Otherwise, you shall never see the rave.

    The boys in their skirts
    The lassies are hurt

    They wither in shame
    They fight for the claim

    They see the flames
    Blackness rise high

    Smoke comes with a sigh
    Stars leave without pry

    We dance, and we dance
    We never get a chance

    If you look her too long
    We shall have no song


    Where are they going, you say? They could not stand there too long; from the lass to lads, from children to old; they looked too long, and now leave without song. Why, you say? She prefers those of play. If you watch, you burn. If you play, you churn.

    You'll see, lassy... hold me, this will be a while. Don't pry, or you'll bile.

    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    She moves on her stand
    But we can not stand

    The crowd is on parring
    We go without caring

    We dance, and we prance
    We don't have a chance

    Stay with me now
    We'll make it sound


    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    Stay with me, lassy... it's coming...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    Not yet, lassy... I'll tell you when, lassy.

    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    She's almost there...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    Hold my hand, and stare.

    Flames shoot from the stands
    The dragon's mouth grands

    A head of the burning
    We keep on churning

    The torches light high
    Reaching up to sky

    From black to the red
    We shall soon be bed

    The dragon's head
    Reaches towards ned

    She swallows him whole
    Taking him to the toll

    The head disappears
    He comes reappeared

    Lost all of his clothes
    Black ***, in the bold

    They pay no mind
    The lonely stand by

    She takes his hand
    She twists his band

    They dance and they dance
    Her eyes glowing red

    They dance till she reaches
    He wished for the beaches

    The heat is too much
    Here comes the must

    As she reaches his thigh
    He bursts without sigh


    Where did he go?...

    He's gone now, he's gone now. The boy is smoke now. His flame died, he couldn't stand the dine. Now, look here to me, or her head might get thee.

    Don't look lassy. Don't be too sassy. She'll sweep you off your feet, until you've lost your beat. You'll be gone from this world, and I'll be sad until old. Hold me tightly, just dance and stay hot now. We are here, rightly; Let us go until bow.

    Many of them are under her spell, bound to her will and dancing as her puppets. Why aren't you her muppet yet? Because you are following me, so. Don't look, don't look. Like I said, in the book: Don't look until told. Don't be too bold.

    Quick, kiss me. She's bound to do it again... Don't worry, soon you'll be bliss. Keep check with me, and soon the plan will be.

    Don't be afraid, sweetie. This is your dream to be. Hold me close, and your hope will burst. Trust me, lassy. Soon you'll be sassy. Don't be naughty now, soon you'll be jaunty. Just hold me close, lassy. Don't be sassy until she comes. When she comes, beware the buns.

    Ow, she's doing it...

    Look now, she has chosen another. Don't even bother, you'll get chance, don't sunder. Let me talk in your ears. Dance with me, don't reach beer. Be drowned in the moment, but don't lose your moment.

    Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    Her silk reaches ilk
    The taste is of milk

    A woman takes hold
    Arms wrapped from cold

    Taken to the stand
    Sally breaks band

    Wrapped in her arm
    She is in for bar

    Her lips are filled
    With the scent of thrill

    It won't be long now
    'Till she makes for the bound


    Hmmm... Hmmmmm....

    She falls from grace
    She lost her pace

    Her flesh grows cold
    She was too bold

    Taken by the fire
    Wrapped for the Pire

    Sally falls from grace
    In towards base


    Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    Don't be scared, Sally is fine; The Pire will only make her self 'dulge. Pire? Her pet that she holds, a demon I think. Dressed as a serpent, that likes to ink. Don't worry, that smokey thing won't have you. Pire is that cruel, to hold onto that rouse.

    She might suffocate in the end, but she will be thrilled to the bend. Just dance with me, and perhaps your chance shall soon be. Do you have something to offer? Good, good. You are brave. If I didn't know, I would tell you to behave. Either a fool wants to be a tool, or one that wants indulgence. Whatever is the reason, you'll soon be the roundest.

    That's metaphorical, sweetheart...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm... Hmm, Hmmmm.... Hmm, Hmmmmm...

    Hmmm, Hm Hm Hm Hmmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...


    I hope you the best, sweetheart. Remember to be warm by heart; show her you want to be caught, and don't get too lost. She'll pick you soon... today's your day to be wed, perhaps. Just hold onto me, sweetie. Soon you can be twirled to be.

    What will happen if I am hers?...

    I wouldn't worry, now. Perhaps you should be sorry, now. You had time to think this through, but you chose to take this rouse. Hey, hey, don't panic now. This may be a picnic, if sound.

    Will I ever see you again?...

    Don't worry, lass. I will whip out the bass. You can hear my strings, above all things. Don't worry, lassy. I will see you live happy. Make sure that she does not condemn, I fear if it would happen like them.

    I think it's time for me to leave. Dance by yourself now lassy... I'll be away from your circle now; I'm just your oracle, as of now. When thou has reached your time, you shall forever be fine... Goodbye, sweetie.

    Goodbye...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm....

    We twirl, We hurl
    We dance as the pearl

    Shimmer to the fires
    We are of desire

    We dance, and dance
    We go on our prance

    We may get our chance
    To have our last dance


    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    Okay... here I go...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    Her eyes turn twisted
    They go for the blessed

    She turns towards stare
    She looks with a care

    In here gaze, of her frow
    We keep it on, now

    Stares in her dance
    We go on our prance

    Whips of fire take her
    She can not take burr

    Taken from the circle
    She comes for the lurker


    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    ...What is that in your hand?

    It's for you, my lady. I-I come to please you, my lady.

    I did not see you have it, when I chose you to dance.

    Well... I have tricks of my own, lady... w-would you like to hear me play?

    Before I cast you in fire? Make no mistake, sire, I shall feed you to the Pire. If you so much as displease me, I shall cast you in fire... why do you smile?

    Because beauty deserves mutiny; that is to say, a beautiful creature deserves to reside in the best of thing, of the wonderful things, undisturbed. Here...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    Mandolin, Fandorlin
    It comes, Candorlin

    Her fingers go on
    It comes for the bond

    Flames jut, ablaze
    Rise up, amazed

    Fingers go without break
    Perhaps she shall be take

    We dance and we dance
    We go on our prance

    The Pire looks up, tired
    Sally cums to the fire

    While the lady on the tire
    Plays on, without tire

    Guttered, Amazed
    She dances with Praise

    Her silk is of ilk
    Her taste is of milk

    She twirls all around
    Prancing to the sound

    They play to strings
    The flames of sting

    They come with full bling
    They tuck to the ring

    A blazing cage
    Trapping all, amazed

    We dance, and we dance
    We go on our prance

    As the lady takes dance
    The hum goes with prance


    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...
    Hmmm, Hm Hm Hm Hmmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...
    Hmmm, Hm Hm Hm, Hmmmm, Hm Hm Hmmmm... Hm Hm Hmmmmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmmm...
    Hmmmmm.... Hmmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm....
    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm... Hmmm, Hm Hm Hmmmmmmm...


    ... What is your name, child?

    Um... I don't think I have a name, my lady.

    What? Surely, you have a name!

    It doesn't really matter, my lady. I can be whatever you desire, my lady. A name doesn't matter, unless it is of matter; that is to say, only you matter, and I can play 'till none matters.

    And what can you offer me, other than an instrument, child? I could take anyone who is coy enough to bring such a thing to my stand!

    Well, my lady, I don't think they would have a chance, if they were to take the stand.

    And you do?

    Yes... because I can do this:

    Hmmm, Hmmmm...

    She takes a step in
    The hands come in

    As she holds her around
    She takes her abound

    As she is held close
    She comes with a boast

    The lips touch for bliss
    It comes with the mist

    They catch on fire
    Brought in desire

    The lady held tightly
    She withers slightly

    They dance in the stand
    She dives in for chance

    Fireworks stream high
    They wisp on by

    The lady gives a sigh
    As the stringer takes kind

    They kiss, and they dance
    They don't go on prance

    They move with fire
    Much in desire


    What is your wish, sire?

    I want to wed you, bed you, and be with you, my lady.

    Hahahahah... you will burn to crisp, without a lisp, if you so much as miss.

    I won't, my lady. I am good, maybe. I can't be in, but I have other ways to give.

    I'm sure you do... take my hand, 'betty'. We shall see how you do, ready.

    Is my name now betty?

    Yes... if you are ready.

    I am, my lady...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...
    Hmmm, Hm Hm Hm Hmmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...
    Hmmm, Hm Hm Hm, Hmmmm, Hm Hm Hmmmm... Hm Hm Hmmmmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmmm...
    Hmmmmm.... Hmmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm, Hmmm....
    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm... Hmmm, Hm Hm Hmmmmmmm...

    Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm... Hmm, Hmmmm.... Hmm, Hmmmmm...

    Hmmm, Hm Hm Hm Hmmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmm... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    Hmm, Hmmmm.... Hmmm, Hmmmmm...

    Hmmm, Hmmmmm...


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Carphil on Sun Oct 20, 2013 8:14 pm

    Danm thats what I call returning with style! Welcome back


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Corroded on Sun Oct 20, 2013 9:58 pm

    Come broken and token. Come back with a lowkin. Dance around, around, missing the right sound.
    One matches, one thrashes; One lashes for the slashes. Either way, to this day, their is no good may'


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Mr. Tart on Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:17 pm

    So I've already shared this in the Grand Theft Auto 5 thread, but I figured I'd add it here as well as my first contribution here. silly

    Mr. Tart wrote:So I've been pulling an all nighter, working on a crew emblem. Just wanted to show the result:

    Spoiler:


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by skarekrow13 on Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:48 pm

    Corroded, not sure how I missed the last couple but still kicking some A

    Tart, that's sweet

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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Tolvo on Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:53 pm

    I figured since the thread will die and be lost, might as well post it here.



    In their beds many will retire until the moment comes when it is time to aspire, aspire for a world in which the creatures of dark wander through our very streets!  
    Yes there will be various tricks but oh so many treats, so why should any feel that itch on the backs of their necks?  
    As children in costumes creep across porches, sidewalks, and decks!
    Whether dressed as demons or as sexy nurses they'll all feel the chills.
    As others are spooked in haunted houses full of incredible thrills!
    But let's think back to the times of old when there were more than bonfires!
    Remember back when there were truly awesome spires, spires made of wood to be burned.
    I remember when our butter needed to be churned.
    Of when specters and ghosts were not tales but true creatures in the minds of those trying to sleep in their beds.
    As ghouls and monsters crept through their heads.
    A cry in the night of a wolf, no a dog, no a child, or something unknown?
    Perhaps it was just the village's old crone.
    What if it isn't, what if its something so terrible it can't be conceived?
    Kind words of a parent are not enough to make one relieved!
    So out in the dark would the curious go, but how could they ever know?
    By seeking out the origin of course, a hillside that seemed awfully coarse.
    Looking around there was naught in sight but a cave surrounded by chilled air.
    What could possibly be inside there?
    Continuing into these darker depths the child noticed that there was nothing at all.
    At least that was until they slipped and met with a terrible fall.
    Down down down down down down down, deeper into the abyss!
    Screaming all the way, oh there was nothing more horrible than this!
    Finally it ended in a room full of hair which slowed the descent.
    With this final moment they chose to repent, on their knees in the blackness for some sort of reprieve.
    At this second a light was noticed, something one could only barely perceive.
    Entering these hallowed grounds the child witnessed a ritual.
    In front of a hollowed out pumpkin doing an act so brutal!
    With a knife in hand a cloaked figure stood stabbing downwards.
    Ripping back their hand it was full of innards, the pulp and other bits of the fruity dead.
    Spinning around the finale was coming to a head, it looked upon this poor alone child with a violent intent.
    Leaning forwards its back was bent, towering over this tiny creature that was at its mercy.
    Covering their face they couldn't look on at the horror, they didn't wish to see.
    Suddenly there was a prod against them as a piece of flesh touched theirs.
    It was pinkish and heavy, dexterous and covered in hairs.
    With their last moment of courage before the most horrible thing could happen their eyes opened.
    What next they saw none should read, for it could easily offend.
    While in the child's mind it would be a monster as terrible as the great Godzilla.
    All they heard was "You're It" followed by the sight of a fleeing Pink Gorilla.
    AHAHAAHAHAHAHA!


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Mr. Tart on Thu Oct 31, 2013 11:55 pm

    skarekrow13 wrote:Corroded, not sure how I missed the last couple but still kicking some A

    Tart, that's sweet
    Thanks. I might try to improve it and post an updated version later on(quote from the chat):

    [03:46:37] Hart : nice emblem. i might suggest moving the skull ever so slightly higher but im not sure if that would improve the look any. whats ur crews name and/or concept?
    [03:47:09] Mr. Tart : I haven't actually decided yet. I'm considering naming it Hitmen though.
    [03:47:20] Mr. Tart : And I believe the skull should be slightly bigger, actually.
    [03:47:40] Mr. Tart : I think the proportions are wrong.
    [03:48:21] Mr. Tart : Me and my friends were planning a crew for fun called The Gents and I started working on the suit.
    [03:48:59] Mr. Tart : Soon after I started thinking about how much I love how the silencers looked and how Hitman, or rather, Hitmen since it's not just one person, would do better.
    [03:49:19] Hart : lol the gents. sounds lush silly
    [03:49:29] Mr. Tart : It has to do with the angle though.
    [03:49:40] Mr. Tart : Imagine looking from slightly above, rather from the front.
    [03:49:49] Mr. Tart : I should probably work on adding shadows to the skull though.
    [03:50:20] Hart : so the dome of the skull was a bit more dominant?
    [03:50:39] Mr. Tart : Still! The suit is the thing I've been working on the most. The suit consists of approximately 850 layers.
    [03:50:55] Hart : damn
    [03:51:23] Mr. Tart : And I still think some of the details on it could be improved.


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    Re: Museum of Souls (Players)

    Post by Serious_Much on Fri Nov 15, 2013 10:50 am



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