Unoalexi

Are you running two different versions of the application? Do you have the latest version of Java downloaded?

Well I tried it... I liked it too! : It was fun to use, simple, and it didn't even slow up my computer! There are some things that could be improved though.. A)No copy and paste? :-s b)No custom colors.. c)The brush is kinda glitchy.. especially at smaller sizes.. d)No text tool e)No custom canvas sizes Fix/add all those things and I might just use this more than Paint.net! : I made this lovely strawberry(yes I know, how original :roll: )

Guns and Swords...screw the blue jay thing, I found my rewritten copy of Guns and Swords so I am gonna post that. On topic- Okay then! I eagerly await the new chapters! : (hopefully ones without clones and other cliches this time..) Off-topic-Mr.Biggles owns Lord Death!

Wait.. so is this about goldeneye or Bluejay? :-s

Chapter Three-Honor forgotten Thus Philip was dragged down through the small wooden trapdoor, into the pitch-black chamber within. So this is it he thought, happy that at last it was over, this trying revolution. Perhaps he would find more peace in the sweet oblivion of death than in life. Considering my luck, I wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t be surprised if I didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t. He doubted Anthony had the patience to let him rot in his newly assigned cell for too long; it would only take a week or so before Anthony gave the order for PhilipÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s execution. He really does hate me.. much more than I could possibly hate him. Philip shuttered when he recalled the look in AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eyes as they talked face to face; like the stare of some poisonous snake, unfeeling, inhuman, yet simultaneously smoldering with carefully concealed rage. "DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t squirm, you filthy pinkie!" growled one of the mage guards; the exact one who had been so flattered that she could answer AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s question. Why must all of these pures be so rude? Philip bit his lip to avoid wincing as a bolt of white hot pain shot up his arm; the young mage had tightened her grip on his wrist and was now pulling it in an impossible direction. "Stop." ordered the mage on his left to the overzealous girl on his right. "Why should I? He is just another pinkie, just another of those bottom-feeding bastards!" She stared at him in defiance, and Philip could see the fire burning in her eyes. "That doesnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t give you a reason for treating him so poorly. He may be a pinkie, he may be our enemy, but donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t you think he knows that already? Why must you show your anger and hate for him in all that you do? Such actions are irrational, such swearing is unnecessary.. I can assure you that he will not be pampered in the coming weeks, if he lives that long.. Show violence only when Anthony commands you to do so, or have you forgotten you training already?" His voice had a calm, commanding air; the kind a general or another such leader of men would have. Whenever he spoke it sounded like a speech. "Why should I, Macabre?" the she-pure snarled, her voice edged with mockery. "What authority do you have over me?" "None. None except the enhanced knowledge of the words of our Dear Leader himself. We must treat our enemies with respect and honor." The pure evidently known as Macabre said. He was tallish, with messy black hair and a pair of thick-framed glasses framing his cold, gray eyes. He was much older than the female pure; Philip thought he looked thirtyish. "I donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t remember the Code saying that!" "He said it before the Reconstruction." "Ha! I got you there! I only have to obey the Code, not these random bits of policies pulled from writings written forty or fifty years ago!" "..Plus whatever Anthony says himself. You can trust in my insight because you are a noob, both in body and mind, and I am not." "IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m not a noob!" "Do you remember what life was like before the Reconstruction?" "No.. I wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even born yet.." "Exactly. Case closed. Now, we really donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have the time to sit here and shoot the breeze. Move along, little nooblet." "Whatever, Macabre.. You didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t have to be such an [wagon] about it." She rolled her eyes and reluctantly tugged at PhilipÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s arm, although graciously more gentle this time. "Once again, the eye rolling and swearing was unnecessary. It clearly shows just how immature you are.." "Whatever. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢m not talking to you anymore, so there!" "Do as you wish. Although I must thank you for doing me such a favor. It was getting so tiresome having to listen to your gibberish." "Wha-" She opened her mouth to reply, but before she could say anything, Macabre interrupted her. "I thought you werenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t going to talk to me.. Are you implying that you canÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t even commit to a simple mandate such as that?" "Hmmph!" She turned her head to stare at the wall, refusing to even look at him. It was only a few minutes before Philip was roughly thrown into his newly assigned cell. He broke his fall with his hands and knees, scraping them across the rough concrete. Ignoring the pain, he struggled to his feet to watch the pures argue down the hall from the iron bars of his cage. Soon, they were gone and the room descended into darkness once more.

Pures therefore to be called pures should only train 1 stat. If you have trained to 40attk and 99str 1def SORRY you are not a pure because you are not "free from anything that is different." Errmm.. what? :-s What your saying doesn't make sense.. All those stats are melee stats, therefore, since they belong in the same category, they are not "different". If he had 40 attack, 40 defense, 40 strength, 40 mage, and 40 range then he would not be classified as a pure..

Nice! Your son can like, draw! :shock:

Typing in CAPSLOCK and using leetspeak really doesn't help your case.. :wall: Use proper grammar, noob! How did I use improper grammar? Also, how am I using leetspeak? I'm not typing like "lololololol teh pr0z r teh nubz0rz t3h m4k3 m3h angry :( help meh pl0x",except that one instance when I smashed my hands on the keyboard. Plus, smashing your head into the keyboard helps vent off the anger. Congratulations! Your grammar has been corrected! : "OMG", "OMFG", "noob", and "newb" are all classified as leetspeak/chatspeak terms.

You can loot in BH.. :wink: At least the wildy had non-multi zones..

Typing in CAPSLOCK and using leetspeak really doesn't help your case.. :wall: Use proper grammar, noob!

Good, but isn't it 2008? :wall: Also, it looks unfinished.. If you were only doing a chat box fake, then why did you leave in the inventory/mini map/main picture?? Seven kittens out of ten.

If I bother to enter, will you use it? -.- :wall: Hmm.. considering that the creative value of this contest is rather low.. -.-

Wewts I'll enter something! :

Funny.. but why'd you have to make them so big?? My poor computer can't handle it! :wall: Hmm.. not really much to say here.. The shading(on the ones with shading) looks odd.. pillow shading, I think.. The Ninja one's eyes move too slow(or is that my computer?).. you need to use less frames, methinks.. Overall I give you seven kittens out of twenty. -Five kittens out of ten for draftsmanship -Two kittens out of ten for creativity(except for the Russian+Dragon Ball Z ones.. or did you copy those too? 7 kittens out of ten)

Yikes.. :shock: This reminds me of when I still had my shop open.. I was like, swamped with requests! -.-

I'm at a lost what to do with the Clan Wars area(light gray circle) in the background... if I put people in it they'll have to be like, really really small(think colored dots) :wall: Not sure what to put in the empty green space either.. -.- What do you people think?

I agree with bloodredsword and guthix on this one.. Three kittens out of ten. -.-

At least the old wild had non-multi zones for soloers..

A)I paid for a year of members in advance >.< B)You.. want me to quit? :-s I really am speechless here.. So if Jagex killed skilling and all the pkers were saying "OMG noob skillers, stop whining and just quit because we want you too!", how would you feel? C)You will care when your nature prices plummet.. There was a HUGE drop right after the update.. but now since its Christmas a lot of extra players are logging on to do the holiday event.. Nah, pking still lives... Maybe not in the old sense of the term but it's still there.. A) That was your decision. Did that come with a guarantee of content in any form?No, but I was giving you a reason why I couldn't quit. If I could quit (without losing money) I would quit. B) No, I dont want anyone to quit per se. Just the people who keep complaining about the updates and threatening to quit. "I'm gonna leave...I'm gonna do it...I'm gonna...Oh I'm goin' you just watch me...I'll do it...I mean it..." Puh-lease. I complain about the updates all the time.. -.- Perhaps those people can't quit, but support the people who are quiting(like me?) Also, if Jagex did away with something I was by far in the minority in liking, might be pissed, I might even quit...but I wouldn't whine about is constantly and THREATEN to quit, I'd quit.The minority?? Errm.. no.. you'd be surprised how many people enjoyed pking.. C) No, I use my nats to high alch. And even if I did make them to sell and the price dropped, I'd move on to something else (like what happened with the price of sharks)Just an example with the nats there.. The economy is heading for a crash.. And sorry...there was no drop. That's another myth the pkers are coming up with to make the update sound bad. If there was any drop, it was all the woodcutting/flax/fishing bots. A myth? Sorry, honey, but I was there. I saw the numbers myself.. worlds 1-5 had like 1500 people in them..

A)I paid for a year of members in advance >.< B)You.. want me to quit? :-s I really am speechless here.. So if Jagex killed skilling and all the pkers were saying "OMG noob skillers, stop whining and just quit because we want you too!", how would you feel? C)You will care when your nature prices plummet.. There was a HUGE drop right after the update.. but now since its Christmas a lot of extra players are logging on to do the holiday event.. Nah, pking still lives... Maybe not in the old sense of the term but it's still there..

Lol? Macroers play the game 24 hours non-stop.. If this was implemented they would automatically have like 99 Trust or something.. Macroing levels is easy. If macroers had to reach lvl 60 or lvl 150 total lvl they could do it in a day probably.. Furthermore, the mains buying the gold already have total lvls+probably a decent combat lvl too.. as well as quest points.. This thread=PHAIL.

Dang, that is hawts! Ten kittens out of ten!

You likey? YAYS! :

That's a Nazi fascist line. Fascism = Right wing, Communism = Left Wing... different... get me? How the heck is the land envisaged in this title post Communism? People mining and cutting their own resources? That would never be allowed in a truly Communist state. The Soviets would own the means of production, not individual labourers. I've seen some bad interpretation of Communism on the Off-Topic bored in my time here, but this earns my Tip.It Best False Understanding of Extreme Left-wing Politics award. Congratulations. =D> Woah there.. A) Your ignorance amazes me. Fascist ideals are not right-exclusive... Communism is a broad term given to left-wing politics as capitalism is given to right wing politics. "Stalinism" is the term given to more fascist-communist while "Socialism" is the term given to more anarchist-communist polices. I realize that the line I took (i.e "Heil Hitler") was from a right winged fascist group, but I never knew I had to go all exact while being sarcastic. b)I was not being serious. "Heil Andrew" was really all I could think of at the moment. He was praising Andrew as a "God Emperor", i.e a dictator. Hitler=dictator, Stalin=dictator, and in this case, Andrew=dictator. That is were I was drawing my comparison.. C)I know that the Runescape system in more socialist than "Stalinism".

Chapter Two-In the flesh There he was, Dear Leader Anthony himself, perched on a throne centered in the middle of what used to be the castleÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s banquet hall, staring at Philip with eyes made of ice. From his current position Philip couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t read the expression on AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s face, though he doubted it was amiable. He severely regretted letting the pure drag him on his back for so long, for the cheap pink tunic he wore had started to develop holes, and his bare skin touched the icy floor. Oh how painful and humiliating it is to be dragged across the floor! Philip thought, yet despite the throbbing pain in his arms and back(The pure wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t exactly gentle with him after all) he felt oddly dispassionate about the situation. The pure continued dragging Philip to AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s throne at a brisk, eager pace, and Philip thought immediately of a excitable Labrador puppy bringing home a duck to grace his masterÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s table. At this rate, it wasnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t long before he was lying at AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s very feet. "RISE, IBECILE!" bellowed the pure, raising his weapon to slash at PhilipÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s knees if Philip didnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t get up quick enough for his liking. Philip considered not moving whatsoever, letting the pure kill him out of spite and thus ending his life much more quickly than holding out for whatever Anthony had planned for him in his final moments. He was going to die ether way, so why not take the easier route? "USE YOUR LEGS BEFORE I CUT THEM OFF!" snarled the pure, quickly growing impatient. "Now, now.. letÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s keep our fine feathered friend in one piece, shall we?" The dark sarcasm in AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s voice chilled Philip to his bones, more so than the floor ever could. "We donÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t want him to get hurt.. yet.. Give him a chance to face me in his own good time." The pure, cowed by this sudden rebuke, slowly lowered his weapon and stepped back to give Philip more space. "There. ThatÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s better. Now, Philip, would you be so kind and give me, youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re dear host, some respect? Lying on your back is certainly no way to greet your bother, who you havenÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t seen in how many years?" He turned to one of his young mage guards, a female clad in sea blue robes, standing to his left. "Ten and a half, exactly, sir!" The pride in her voice was unmistakable, so happy and pleased was she that she could answer a simple question. "There we go. ItÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s been almost two decades since IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve seen or heard from you, Philip! Surely you could afford to give me a warmer greeting? Have some respect for you self. Stand up and face me." Anthony, the glassy, false texture of his voice temporality shattered, growled the last sentence as a command, plain and simple. Such a command was to be followed under all circumstances, and thus Philip knew he couldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t dawdle on the dungeon floor anymore unless he wished for a long, painful death. Slowly, he rose to his feet and looked into his brotherÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eyes for the first time in ten years. His features were gaunter perhaps, definitely more bony since the last time Philip had seen him, and he still wore those square glasses, perched carefully on the bridge of his crooked nose. He wore his hair loose just as before, although it had lost most of itÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s honeyed coloring by now. There was no mistaking it though; this was without a doubt still the face of Anthony Gainer. However, as the eyes of the two brothers met, Philip noticed the greatest change of all. AnthonyÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s eyes, once a deep light blue and so full of expression, were now cold and thoughtless, almost machine-like. His heart, once worn prominently on his sleeve, was now carefully concealed behind a thick sheet of ice; if he even had a heart at all. "I can see that you have changed much, brother.", said Anthony, and those terrible eyes drilled into Philip with such incredible force. "As have you.", muttered Philip. He never took his eyes off of Anthony, not even once. "Look at yourself. You come to me groveling on your belly, dressed in a spotty, disgusting pink robe; both a felon and a horrible nuisance at best, a torn in my side. I have to wonder whether or not you really are the supposed Mod Philip as Pure_death666 so claims. But I trust my pureÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s judgment, and for the sake of time, IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll assume you really are him and skip all the unnecessary red tape. Ah brother, why must we had to have gone our separate ways.. If you wouldÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve stayed with me, my one loyal Mod to the end, I wouldÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ve made you a king! Second to none, except for me, of course! But no.. you had to start this.. this revolution thing. What a wedge it has driven between us! Alas.. however, despite your terrible crimes I am willing to put aside all this mess if you tell me the location of the rest of you.. pinkies. Tell me the location of youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re nest and I will let you rule beside me. We can start from square one, from the beginning, and shape Runescape as we see fit, together!" "There are no more left.. youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re pures killed them all. There is no nest.. and if there was, I wouldnÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t tell you anyway! And you are no brother of mine!" "Very well.. I shall give you once last chanceÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ Where are the rest of your people? I know thereÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s moreÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ãâæ DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t lie to me.." Anthony snarled, his voice devoid of all the sarcastic politeness. "Never. Unlike you, I am loyal to my principles. IÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢d rather die than utter their location to the likes of you! If there was more!" "Your choice. Lock him away in the dungeons! With no food! Maybe while heÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢s starving he can rethink his answer.." At the sound of his voice, the guard mages quickly grabbed Philip roughly by the elbows and lead him away to the dungeons; the area which used to be the kitchen basement of Lumbridge castle now converted into a prison facility. As he was walked out the door he could just barely make out what Pure_death was saying to Anthony. "But, but master! DonÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢t I get to kill him?" whined Pure_death. "All in good time, Pure_death666." Anthony muttered. "But.. he insulted you and youÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢re.. letting him live?" "You have much to learn.. if we kill him now, weÃÆââââ¬Å¡Ã¬Ã¢ââ¬Å¾Ã¢ll never find out were the remainder of the pinkies roost.. I can assure you he will die in the end, though.."