JohnnySmum

I know about God and his sacrifices, I find it ironic that he gets people into an endless cycle of animal killing but then stops it dead by doing the sacrificing himself. All those years surely had a purpose? Yes, the sacrifices under the Mosaic Law were to illustrate how man can't be right with God by his works. The Law shows us that we need a Saviour. It's not ironic that God would show us that we need something before giving it to us.

Lol, I love the quote there - is it from MC Hammer? It's got a good motion feel to it too 8) .

The second one is my favourite. The bright yellow background isn't to my taste, but each to his own eh. You might want to use a more conventional text?

Correction, Your God, not everyone believes in your god. Jesus's death was hardly a sacrifice for an Omnipotent being, a sacrifice is to lose something, what did God/Jesus lose that he couldn't replace? The fact that Jesus constantly stated He was the Son of the Jewish God (Jehovah) should dispell any confusion here. A sacrifice isn't "to lose something", but rather The act of offering something to a deity in propitiation . Propitiation means taking away God's wrath, and this is what Jesus' death (the perfect sacrafice) does for those that have Him as their Saviour.

Just to clarify, did you do that by hand on paper, or on the computer? I really like the subtle transition of the blues and the subdued light :) .

I would port the image into Bryce (if it isn't already there) and choose the default space atmosphere. Then bring it into Photoshop and add a few plaents etc. :) . Looks very nice atm - what program did you use?

Probably because you use a mouse? Only aliens can draw well in Photoshop using a mouse. You need to get a stylus (a pressure sensitive one, so that you can control the ink flow).

I assume by "lightning" you mean "lighten"? It could work well as the base for an abstract - good job 8) .

Lol, great work Nad. You seem to have a lot of time on your hands :D . One thing though, I'd change the :? smiley by making the mouth more wavey.

I prefer the second one: the first is too repetitive imo. I would change the background so as to make it less bland - add more variety of tone perhaps? 7/10

And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife Choking on a knife His scourging was rife By taking a life Oh no, what has he done? Swallowed a caramel bun With rays like sun The journey has begun! The days go bye Please do not cry Live with the lie Turn a blind eye The question is: why did jimi hendrix die? Or was it fake I'll bake him cake Near the mystical lake I'll cake him bake Jimi's with Elvis now, I just wonder how Campbell's goal was disallowed

The piercing cold of the nocturnal wilderness air assaulted the ill prepared warriors. Icey clouds of breath hypnotically parted from Craven's nostrils; but from Dumah, no breath could be seen. The bitter frost was too much for the warriors, "We must seek shelter!" Craven's belllowing command hardly rising above the wailing winds. Dumah gave an abrupt grunt of compliance. Travelling south from the fire giants' lair, they passed withered trees - haunting monoliths to the Wilderness' vivid and complete decay. "Stop!" Dumah had halted, and raised his nose to inhale the frigid winter air. Craven looked on, puzzled at his choice of camp. "I can smell something... it's coming this wa-..." Dumah was cut off by an echoing laughter. They both knew that only pirates carried such a distinctive battle cry. The horizon diappeared under the profile of a miriad of the rogues - they must be returning from a raiding trip, heading back for thier hall deep in the wilderness. There was no time to evade them - battle was inevitable. Craven threw back his flowing cape, revealing a plethora of Runestones in a scruffy satchel. Dumah looked on resentfully - he loathed "warriors" who preferred to kill their foes from afar. Much better to get into close quarters. Craven grabbed a handful the elemental stones. "Too bad I can't teleport us out: we're too deep in." Craven began to chant in an ancient tongue, unfamiliar to Dumah. He looked on in amazement as a perfectly spherical orb manifested itself infront of the muttering magician. Craven closed his eyes, focusing his concentration into the spell. The ball suddenly ignited, and the intense heat emmanating off provided a welcome warmth for the warriors. Craven released a defeaning shout as the orb roared into the distance, a luminous trail giving their position away. The ball of fire weaved in and out of the withered trees - setting many of them ablaze. It wailed against the wind like a tormented banshee. The pirate's laughter stopped abruptly as the majestic globule of heat crashed down in the midst of their ranks, instantly incinerating those close to its collision. The resulting explosion horribly burned dozens more - their distressing cries bringing a twisted smile to Dumah's concealed lips. "Impressive," Dumah smugly remarked, "But they still appear to be coming right for us."

At the crack of dawn I ripped off my thong Sense of right and wrong

And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife Choking on a knife His scourging was rife By taking a life Oh no, what has he done? Swallowed a caramel bun With rays like sun The journey has begun! The days go bye Please do not cry Live with the lie Turn a blind eye

ForsakenMage Smoke. Fire. The smell of blood and rotting bodies filled the air as troops of Black Knights exited the ruins of Falador. The once highly prided castle of the White Knights was now scorched and bloodstained. Bodies of decapitated knights of both sides lay stewen in the courtyard. Shades emerged from the ground, moaning and wailing. The bankers shivered behind their teller windows, giving up all the treasure they held to the raiders, the storekeeper had fled from his store, the shield shop now empty. The sign hanging at the inn hung by one chain, the kegs empty, the barmaids no where to be seen. Somewhere near Ice Mountain, the Oracle looked in the direction of Falador and shook its head. This was not supposed to happen, the sacking of Falador. Something was surely amiss. Suddenly a shadow fell over it. It turned around, then gave out a strangled cry just as a scythe came down on it... Not too far away at the edge of the Wilderness, Aming Heart pulled out her sword from a fallen skeleton, wiping off a bead of sweat. It had been a tiring journey from the Ice Plateau, escaping from skeletons such as the one she had just slain, ghosts, goblings, and zombies. When she reached the last few yards, she noticed a glowing fire at the Black Knights fortress and a loud chorus of laughter. Quickly she ducked under a window of the fortress and listened closely to the excited chatter. "Men! We have finally brough those wretched White Knights down! Thanks to Zamarok, we shall soon take over the kingdom, and all of this land!" said a gruff voice, assumingly the leader of the knights. "Aye! Those other kingdoms won't stand a chance with their dimwitted guards!" laughed another. "Ah, but remember, my brothers! There's still many skilled warriors out there that wander the land that are of a foreign land! We need them to join our forces. Then, virtually nothing can stop us!" There was another chorus of cheers and laughter before things settled down a bit. Aming quietly scurried away from the fortress, frowning. "Falador destroyed? Impossible.. Yet, why does my heart tell it is true?" She began to make her way through the barren land towards the Ice Mountain, then gasped when she found streaks of blood on one of its sides. "What the...?" Quickly she scaled up the side, only to choked back a cry of surprise when she found the Oracle, still, with a deep gash down the length of its body. She knelt down besides the Oracle, knowing that it was probably too late to save it, then looked at its face and realized that it was whispering something. She knelt closer to listen, then cringed at its words. "Please... stop the evil... Something far more evil than the god Zamarok himself lurks this realm... The Black Knights are only its pawns... Stop it..." The voice faded away and the Oracle fell silent forever. Aming stood up grimly, looking towards the direction of Falador. Trendils of smoke filled in the air above it, and the walls seemed almost nonexistant. How much destruction did this evil cause? "I best gather help," she thought to herself as she clambered off the mountain and began her trek towards the fallen city to seek out the survivors, if any... Smokie Alduineth stood atop a tall hill, surveying the scene below with a grim horror. He was never one to show emotion, but the sight of destruction that lay beneath him invoked emotions and feelings too strong to be kept within. Falador, capital of Asgarnia, had fallen. As the Black Knight behind him gave a final wrench, Alduineth wiped the blood from his sword. He had slain many on his journey, if it could be called that, to Falador. While in Draynor Village, he had heard rumors that Falador -- no, all of Asgarnia was under siege, and rapidly failing. Almost at once Alduineth had brandished his blade and donned his armor, setting off at a dash towards Falador. A few miles into Asgarnian lands, Alduineth had encountered a fleeing batallion of White Knights, who told him of the Black Knights, and their imminent conquest of the entire realm of Asgarnia, and perhaps even the world. With those troubling words, Alduineth had parted from the White Knights. And now, after killing dozens of Black Knights, he found this: The great city of Falador, reduced to nothing more than a few flickering fires, and smoking heaps of rubble. As he looked across the horizon, Alduineth lay eyes on what was once the implacable fortress of the White Knights, now only a heap of bodies and disfigured stones. The buildings were in even worse condition; most were simply gone, and of the ones that remained, all were damaged beyond repair. Soot-blackened furniture lay upturned, pieces of wood lay burned into ashes, and everywhere were bodies of innocent people. Alduineth left the hill and entered the city. As he strode along once beautifully designed streets and walkways, an unmoving figure in the middle of the road caught his attention. As Alduineth approached the figure, he realized it was a little girl. Suddenly, Alduineth was overcome by a deep anguish, and he fell to his knees and wept. "How could those savages do something like this to a little girl?" he demanded of himself. "No," he thought to himself, regaining his composure, "I will not cry, I will avenge." With that Alduineth picked up the doll, and tucked it away in his travelling bag. He would fight and kill those responsible, but he could not do it alone.. JohnnySmum Dumah swiftly rolled to the right - narrowly escaping the fiery giant's massive club. He had been searching deep within the wilderness for clues to his quest, and had stumbled across creatures too vile to be uttered by any human tongue. The foul beast towered over him, cackling an obscene boast. Surely Dumah's soul would be devoured before this day was done. The ghastly titan heaved his mallet from the earth - lifting it skywards, like a malevolent angel with far too many wings. A nefarious grin stretched itself across the width of its scabrous face. Dumah, disabled by the prospect of his imminent death, noticed the faint outline of a ghostly figure appear behind the beast...

And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife Choking on a knife His scourging was rife By taking a life Oh no, what has he done? Swallowed a caramel bun

What program did you use? Is it solely PS, or does it include some elements from a 3D program? Feel free to add me on MSN.

Could you post the links to the tutorials that you used to make those please? (or am I being presumptuous in assuming you used tutorials?) Either way, they look very good - particularly the last 3.

http://www.good-tutorials.com/ Has soooo many tutorials for PS7. The principles are basically the same in PSP, so you shouldn't have too many problems. While we're on the topic, does anyone know any good tutorials for Bryce 5? Thanks for your time.

And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife Choking on a knife His scourging was rife

Is DEVart up for all of you? I can't get the textures :(. Could you send them to me over MSN please Nad?

Aw, I can't get the texture from DevART atm. I love the effect though, nice one Nadril :D . I think you've overdone the blood though - he looks more haunting before splattered in ketchup :D . I love the effect it has on his left eye though... very creepy.

Name: Dumah (ya say it, "DU- MAA" :D) Age: Unknown Gender: Male His zeal for battle is only matched by his profound altruism. Dumah, last of the Sarafan Priests, wanders the lands, seeking redemption for his past. A mysterious figure, his face is masked by a thick, shielding robe, and some have speculated that he is not born of human hands. A solitary creature by nature, Dumah prefers isolation to companionship - a self imposed penitance for his past crimes. Unable to express the grace to weild a weapon, Dumah instead relies on his considerable strength to beat opponents. Speculation has it that his dark garments hide a winsom face - out of place, considering his ogre like stature. An ancient scroll of unknown origin was found recently, and is now in display at the Varrok Library. For past crimes unspeakable Their destiny is forever lost Upon cruel fate's shifting table Until redeemed, that terrible cost [Line 3759] Edit: This could be reaaaally fun :D , especially if we can take it further than the RS world (although basing it there would be cool). I love writing from a different, non-objective perspective :D.

And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot And so it begins. A future with sins. But there's life within the empty promisses of the old broken bin chocolate flavoured hobnobs falling sweet, loving voices calling the echo of noobs, begging and balling..... and little babies crawling and people simply drawing... and i come out. from said to shout and shout to pout I called to dad cursed him out. Without no doubt Until I seek sight By the gentle moonlight Where all seemed right But yet, still quite Purple short people running out of my dreams and into my life all making the world Life beautiful with love but something is wrong In the eternal song Something with ping pong It might have been you have something to chew. For what is not A dream I forgot A crying little robot Captive of insidious plot Beneath the dreaded spot Cows in a feedlot More often than not Hell became too hot and became a dot and now a knot that won't be untied From my heart comes The secret I lied That my aunt died I will not hide my brain is fried don't stop with this oops I gotta p*ss I want to kiss The person I miss I know it's his Her name is liz Because she is bliss Loving someone feels nice Just roll the dice Get on with life Search for a wife Hopelessly drowned in strife

Hehe but space is a big place :D . Not bad for a first go, please post your future works so that we can see how you're getting along. Try adding lighting effects and more interesting textures next - I'm sure you'll be able to find some tutorials on Google.