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i started this one, cause it seemed fun to me, and it turned out... a little different from how it originally was intended :? you can have it if you want it... edit: i give up, i hate imageshack edit2: tip.it word filter can smd, :evil: http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/9289/wth.png

LP stands for Large Piece ;) Which is self explanatory :P thank you, i was about to ask the same thing :)

thats what the police told me when they gave me 400 hours of community service! :wall:

Its not my sig, but maybe it would work better if it were grayscaled. just a thought.

i have a nasty oxycodone addiction, which ive become dependant on and cant function without. i smoke weed at least twice a day, and get extremely paranoid when im not high. ive taken coke, shrooms, estacy, meth, vicodin, aderol, and various other 'hard' drugs. i deal meth, weed, and coke to kids at my high school, and occasionally to middle schoolers. no one knows about anything except a tight group of friends who i smoke with.

As I looked around, Matthew had taken his usual place on first, and Jane stood, still with that slight smile, on third. The crack of a wooden bat against the ball is a sound you really need to hear to understand. When the weather is nice, and Tim is in a good mood, that ball can really fly; and boy, when he took a swing, the ball flew. Matthew ran back, and back some more, and finally, when he was within an arms reach of the fence, he scooped up the ball, and tossed it back to me. Nice hit! he called, enthusiastically. Thanks, Bro, Tim called back. Lets see if I can do it again! He stepped back up to the plate, and pointed towards the sun, mocking Babe Ruths called shot. I hurled my fast ball at him, lifting my front leg high, just for the effect. Time seemed to slow down, and you could see in his face that he was determined to hit the ball. He succeeded and smashed a line drive towards shortstop. Jane reacted like lightning, making an amazing flying catch. For a girl, Jane was in really good shape. Her bleach blonde hair blew diligently in the wind, and her short-shorts highlighted her curves quite nicely. All in all, there was no denying she was HOT. Better luck next time, Slim, she chuckled. Slim was what most folks around here called Tim. His name fit him well. He was a little taller than average, and you could spot him a mile away because of his signature plain white t shirts and long scraggly hair. Tim has been a chronic smoker for since any of us can remember, but it doesnt really bother any of us. Jane and Matthew switched places on the field, hi-fiving and spitting into the dirt as they passed. Matthew is the youngest of all of us. He has an innocent face, and long curly brown hair that reminds me of fresh churned chocolate milk. Hes carefree but at the same time conscious; oblivious, yet aware. The baseball game continued as usual; I threw fast pitches at Tim who hit the ball hard to Jane and Matthew who caught it and tossed it back to me. Although a bit routine at times, it was our idea of fun. On and on we went, playing hard, and never missing a beat. The game went on for hours, uninterrupted except for the occasional water break or someone pausing to pee in one of the nearby bushes. Tim smashed the ball deep into the field countless times, while I practiced my screwball. Matthew and Jane fielded the ball like they owned it, and overall everyone had a great time. But alas, just like every day, the hot summer sun moves up in the sky, and by the time its full overhead, our energy turns to sweat, and we decide to go fishing around noon. I call a break at about eleven thirty. We all move sluggishly over to our bench, and Matthew pulled out some bottled water from his bag. Matthew was always prepared. I wipe the sweat off my brow and look up at the trees that are shading us. A blue jay sits directly overhead. How nice to be a bird, with nothing better to do then to enjoy the days; and to have such freedom of flight, being able to go anywhere under the sun. I crack open the water and pour it savagely into my mouth. I carelessly spilled it onto my shirt, not minding because I knew it would dry in minutes. [bleep], its hot Tim remarked. Tims good at calling out what seems to be on everyones mind. Jane nodded in agreement, her smile still as pleasant as usual. Tim pulled out another bag and started rolling a second joint. Wait, I said, lets save it for the lake. Tim considered it for a second, and then nodded in agreement, and put his herb away. Matthew tossed his empty water bottle into the nearby trashcan, and pulled out some bread. Simple food for simple people, I thought to myself. He cut up a slice of cheese and a few pieces of salami, and put it on a slice of bread, and passed it to Tim. Next he made one for me, Jane, and himself, being careful and precise with his slices, making sure to give everyone the same amount. We ate comfortably in our usual silence, relaxed and without worry. The bread was a bit hard, probably a few days old, but it didnt matter. Its crunchy exterior perfectly complemented its white fluffy interior. The salami was sweet, the cheese was sharp; but the combined taste was enjoyable to say the least. Matthew was the last to finish his food. He stood up and brushed the few crumbs off his lap, and steadily walked over to the trash can and dropped his paper bag in. He always seems to be mindful of his every movement, always aware of his impact of the world around him. Although none of us would ever admit it, Matthew was like a little brother to each of us. I checked my watch. The time was about 12, so we agreed to split up, go home, get our fishing gear, and meet back up at 1, near our favorite water hole. We all said our temporary goodbyes and headed home. My house wasnt very impressive. It was a simple two story building with a tool shed and a few acres of farm land. The paint was peeling on the outside, the floorboards creaked, and my room was always a little bit chilly from the lack of insulation in the walls. Even so, my house was still a home, and I loved it for what it was. I entered the front door, yelled to my mom that I was getting my fishing gear and headed up the narrow staircase to my room in the attic. I grabbed my shades and my fly fishing rod, which I had bought the previous summer, and headed out the door to the lake. We all arrived at the lake around 1, fishing rods in hand. The lake wasnt really a lake; it was more a pond at best. In reality, it was just a small water hole in the middle of a wooded area near the baseball pitch, which somehow always managed to be filled with hundreds of sunfish and deepwater tuna. We selected a spot towards the north end of the lake and put down our gear. Tim had already lit up, and passed his joint around, while he sliced up a loaf of bread and placed two small cubes on the end of his hook. He tossed us each a few pieces of bread, and we cast out our lines.

word document :-# fix'd ;) ill put up more in the next post

At my school, each student is supplied with a laptop with extremely restricted capabilities as a normal user, so in order to give us access to power user with command prompt access, we simply turn off the wi-fi while it is connecting to our account on the network. Also, in order to get administrative privileges, try re-formatting a flash drive to boot knopix, unscrew the harddrive, and it should automatically try and boot from a disc or external memory (your flash drive). After that, either grab the S.A.M files on the computer (where all the passwords are stored) or run rainbow tables, which should be easy if the passwords are short. hopefully this will supply you with all the information you need ;)

Untitled By: Daniel Iafrate (me, obviously) Im a simple kind of guy who likes simple kinds of things. I like baseball and fishing; the sun on my back, and the breeze flowing through my hair. I like the blues of the sky, and the greens of the trees, because well, here in Missouri, if you dont enjoy the simple things, what is there to enjoy? As I walked down the familiar road, the taste of dust in the air, and the satisfying crunch of gravel between my bare toes, I hummed a tune. Its not a tune that I specifically recall, nor one that has even before graced my ears with its presence, but it is an enjoyable tune none the less. Its melody, like the clouds in the morning sky, adding a hint of change to the otherwise routine walk to the sandlot. As my vocal composition seemed to develop further, nature in itself seemed to join the orchestra. The buzz of the honey bees, sucking the sweet nectar from the flowers that line my walk, the bass to my concerto, the rustle of the leaves on the ground preceding the change of seasons added rhythm. The sounds of a rooster in the distance indicated that my walk was coming to a close, and I could make out the vague shapes of Matthew and Jane heading east, their paths conjoining with mine less than a mile down the road. To my west, lay the sandlot, and just like every morning, Tim would be waiting there with his bat and ball, warming up for our game. As I approached the split in the road, my vocal masterpiece came to a seemingly perfect close, and Matthew and Jane, also perfectly in sync, slowed their walk as they caught up with me. At first, no one said anything as we continued our walk. Jane and Matthew were the kind of people who didnt need to say anything to express their appreciation for the world around them. Matthews youthful blue eyes were open, taking in everything around him, and Janes lips were tilted slightly upward in satisfaction hinting that she too was glad for the beautiful weather. Still silent as we rounded the bend leading into our sandlot, Tim was leaning on our bench, feet up, and his mouth tilted in his usual clever smirk, his usual still-lit joint half smoked between his lips. Heavy traffic today? he joked playfully, pointing out for the millionth time that we always arrived a few minutes after he did. He passed me the roach. Lets just play some ball, I responded. I nibbled on the end of his roach, and inhaled long and hard, the sweet smelling smoke leaving a pleasant flavor in my mouth. I walked over to the pitchers mound as Tim stepped up to his plate, taking a slow practice swing before spitting into the dirt. I slowly reached down and grabbed a fistful of gravely sand, rubbed it between my palms, and looked hard at the ball in my hands. -------------------- C&C? Anyone want the rest? The full thing is 5 pages :/

Just a guess, but it looks to me like the iWarp filter in gimp ;)

I actually don't feel like its the negative white space takes away from the piece, more the AMOUNT of white space, especially in the upper right. Also, consider removing the top and bottom borders, and doing something else with that polygonal thing in the bottom right. On the positive side, Im really diggin' whats going on to the left of the girl, with that round shape, the static surrounding it, and the repeating diagonal lines. you've got a solid flow going on, and the lighting on the left really works into the bright lighting in the stock. This can be called finished as it is, but id love to see an edit trying to work in all the critique on the border and white space. Keep up the good work =D>

Sorry i didnt get around to doing yours today, MrShinyredplanet, there was a semi-emergency within my family that might take a little bit to get sorted out. Ill try to do it in my spare time tomorrow, before work, or during school on Monday.

ill do yours tomorrow, im really blasted right now and i cant even see my keyboard haha wow, when i used to come here back in the day, the dimentions used to be 80x80 or 90x90 :o

damn, i AM rusty... that was pretty quick, any more requests?

Leave me a request, ill pixel icons, such as the one in my avatar. If you like what i make you, feel encouraged, but not required, to donate a few GP to me in-game. Completed Requests: Zoov: [hide=][/hide] ReapFX [hide=][/hide] Sir Hartlar [hide=][/hide] MrShinyredplanet [hide=][/hide] Connorb [hide=][/hide]

Name: Twistedideal In search of: Im looking for a medium sized clan that pk's at least once or twice a week. Combat stats: Combat level: 59 Attack: 40 Strength: 68 Defense:40 Ranged: 44 Magic: 43 Prayer: 1 Other Noteworthy Stats: Total level: 595 Fishing: 57 Cooking: 60 On an unrelated note, i'm also quite handsome ;)

hey lovely, i think i remmember you from when i used to post here a bit =) when i first began pixel art (im coming up on the 2 year mark, myself) i think i had that more laid back approach, but now, it just seems to be gone. what type of pixel work do you do for pure enjoyment? anyways, i more just posted the game art because he asked me to, not because i really have anything to prove. same thing with that blurb in the first post, more just for fun, not because i had to. anyway, nice talking to you, if you have msn, pm me or post it here, cause id' love to chat :)

i ment the one in chronological order that i did first, not the most recent one that i posted first #-o

alright then. some work. this ones for my current project. space ship turn left. pogo joe idle. old project, this one WAS just with some frends, kinda got abandoned though. same project last one ill post of that project, owl enimie blinking. when he sees you, he flies at you. the first one i did i am udner contract not to let the art leak out. and yes, the first one i did, and the one i cant show you are paid projects. :roll: also, the only 'company' i really work for is a personal one called mcd (mad cow designs), and we basicly are just a company that people hire to do game art. not the whole group of cource, but its kinda like a rental, where you rent an artist to do something, and pay em for what they do.

:-$ :-$ hey everybody! good to talk to yeh all again =) i dont have to accounts though, i only have one. some dude took my name, posted one of my new (at the time, its old now) pixels, and practicly ripped some other guys =/ i came, and that guy left after he figured out it was me =/ prehaps i should have made a public statement about that, as your proabaly not the only one who never found out...

hey, im eckered. im 13 years old (oct 21), and im a 'runescape veteran'. although i dont play anymore, i come back to boards like this sometimes just because i enjoy the community =). i encourage critique, and helping others in general, and although i proabbly wont be active here for long, i hope you guys will enjoy my company. also, some of you may remmember me from a loong while ago, but most of you probably dont. (lines by locracian) im a pixeler, on a more serious level then just for fun. i do game graphcis as a part time job (compleated 2, working on a third). i have made games for pc and for nintendo ds. i also do things like drawing comics, inking, sketching and painting (irl), digi-painting, gfx, and most other forms of art in general. i also enjoy things such as riding my skateboard, biking (bmx), playing my bass guitar, and playing sports (soccer, football, and lacross).

:shock: RUNEMETSA!! (hihi)

ill take your place if you want?

b j0k3r0 would know. if any of you know him, i sugest you ask him.