cadburys_egg

Kill yourself.

fix'd and hope you got 10 bux lolol I Just lurk during work. FAIL CAD.

fix'd and hope you got 10 bux

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I was banned for a month because of the frappr thing. I like how I recieved no warning. I guess the title doesn't change back until the end of the day. As for leaving, I guess it's because the only reason i've stayed here is because of the gallery, but now I can use 2XGU for graphics... And I can always go to #DW or *chan for off-topic and lulz, no reason for me to stay really. Besides, the mods seems to dislike me anyway.

I've probably thrown everything i've ever criticised about signatures out the window here, but... meh. Haven't made anything on Photoshop in around 2 months. If the title is throwing you off a bit, this is the last thing i'll be making (well, to post here anyway) and quite possibly the last post i'll make on TIF anyway. No point me making it in off-topic, most people know me from the gallery anyway. I'll probably continue to make/post on 2XGU. But, anyway, bye now.

Ive dissected a sheep lung and a cow heart. Nothing too bad really, I think I was the only girl to actually do it though. The only time I nearly passed out was when I watched a dog get spayed. And that was only because the woman doing the surgery was a fruit cake. She had both arms, up to her elbow, into the dog and pulling out various organs in all directions. The smell wasn't that bad, just how easily and carelessly she was moving it all about.

No. Because this game isn't that addictive to me. To me, at least. Which is exactly why I put the word addictive in inverted commas.

Don't tell me we need a sticky for "Addictive" games now. -_-;

DELICIOUS HAVE MOAR Fresh WWII In Western Europe born and raised, At the theater room where I spent most of my days, Planning plotting and acting all cool, Shooting some traitors to instill loyalty true, When a couple of Allies were up to no good, Started running forces through our neck of the woods, We lost a couple of little fights and my generals got scared, They said "You're moving with your cabinet to the bunkers down there" I waited for my escort and when they came near, The jeeps had troops and guns in the rear, If anything I thought this protection was rare, But I said "Nah forget it, yo home to down there!" I pulled up to the elevator at about seven or eight, And yelled to the guys "Yo troops, your medals come later" I looked at my bunker, I was finally there, To settle my defeat as I breathed in stale air.

True, and /b/ has mongled this to a certain extent. Proper English: To begin, this is a tale of how my very existence was twisted and transformed in a most peculiar way. Please have a seat, for I wish to take a moment to relate to you the fascinating odyssey which ultimately led to my reign as the Prince of Bel-Air. I was sired and reared in West Philadelphia. As a lad, most of my time was spent at the neighborhood recreation center where I would laze about and relax in a most charming manner - that is, when I was not engaging my chums in a friendly game of basketball at the schoolhouse. Around this time, two young hooligans had begun to stage a campaign of vandalism and intimidation in my neighborhood. When my mother discovered I had had a bit of an altercation with the ruffians, she insisted I leave town at once and take up lodgings with my aunt and uncle in Bel-Air. As the taxi approached, heeding my beckoning whistle, I could discern the word "FRESH" emblazoned upon its license plate, and took particular note of the pair of plush novelty dice which hung from the rear-view mirror. I was a bit taken aback by these strange omens, but quickly put them out of my mind as I cheerfully called to the driver: "To Bel-Air, my good man!" We arrived safely in Bel-Air at dusk, and as the driver came to a stop in front of the house where I was to live, I left him with the words: "Farewell, sir. Perhaps my nostrils shall delight in your aroma once more!" To be sure, it was a long journey, and as I gazed upon my estate in all its splendor, I knew once and for all that my rightful place was on the throne - as the young scion of the great and mighty kingdom of Bel-Air!

Now, this is a story all about how My life got flipped, turned upside-down And I'd like to take a minute, Just sit right there, I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In West Philadelphia born and raised, On the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool, And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, Startin makin' trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, She said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I begged and pleaded with her day after day, But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it." First class, yo, this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass? Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmmmmm, this might be alright. But wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois and all that! Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat? I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air! Well, ah, the plane landed and when I came out, There was a dude, looked like a cop, standin' there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here! I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, The license plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say that this cab was rare, But I thought "Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to a house about 7 or 8, And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air. I'll never forget the day my mum said "you're moving to your auntie and uncle in bel-air"...

I don't conform as much as I realise I like things that others like. I don't do something because I see someone that I like doing it, I usually do it because I want to try it. No, this doesn't apply to smoking or drinking - I try not to.

V3 = V2 + Contrast? Personally; Move the render down (if possible) so the full head is showing, quite distracting having it randomly cut off. Put the text together. It makes the signature look quite tall and loses a bit of flow. Just put the "Dual" just above the subtext - uses up the blackness then. Still needs a bit more focus. Use a transparent to black gradient or similiar.

I love that saying Delicious spam, NYUMNYUMNYUM. Certainly an interesting... auction. Much more unique than the person who sold his forehead for advertising purposes. And to all who say it's a hoax, read his messages he's left farther down the page. :P

Letting you in on a little trade secret. Breat emplantments actually eat away at your brain. True story. Personal experience? :P This men speeks the trewth.

I shot a net -6 in a competition here. :) 41 points if you're interested. Quick ÃÆââ¬Å¡Ãâã20 kthx.

Letting you in on a little trade secret. Breat emplantments actually eat away at your brain. True story.

I read this post to see what was up, I didn't expect some comment about me on it. :P I tried a TIF-GFX team before. It could've worked, i've seen it done, but we just had no activity. I was, and i'm sure others were, quite willing to give help to any beginners who wanted advice. But, it died so I just get people to PM me if they wanted any help/advice. Also a reason I started up my forum, to see if any Gallery regulars would join and we could get a mini-community going. But, it seems no one cares about that either. :(

I don't see how you can complain about low quality on something that has so little to begin with. It's purely a gradient with some text and a render. The text looks pretty boring, Arial doesn't do it like that. It also looks quite tacky using the bevel and emboss with drop shadow. The render is... bleh. Never use Runescape characters. Ever. You've also killed it even more by giving it an outer glow and having it abruptly cut off at the side. No border?

I know your a respective tip.iter, But every post I read of your is negative. Wouldn't it be nice to give some positive feedback once in a while? I think you are too harsh sometimes, Lighten up. I so shouldn't be sticking my nose into this... But I have to agree with him cad... It seems like all your posts while giving C\C are quick and a bit sharp... Try and be positive even if it goes against your personality, God knows it goes against mine... I dont want to lure anyone into a false sense of achievement. I'm getting to the point so they don't need to file through my post and ask multiple questions or whether they missed something. If people request critique, that's what they get. I'm not here to make people feel better about themselves, that's easy. I'm here to help people get better. Most topics will get atleast one graphics newbie who will pop in and just say "WHOA AMAZING 1000000/10 MAKE ME ONE PLZPLZPLZ", that doesn't help anyone. Anyone can give positive comments, it's seeing what needs to be improved is harder.

Like I said last week, i'm out. I may vote, however.