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Art Gallery / Virmir In-FUR-lation
« on: June 19, 2012, 07:40:05 AM »
This one is fun, I think. [:P

Art Gallery / Page.3:- "Entrusted With a Friend's Dying Wish."
« on: June 18, 2012, 11:21:29 PM »
Those markings on my face are just crusted (quick-drying) tears.

...Yeah, I think I'm gonna need an understudy for Trask pretty soon. [:)

Art Gallery / Page.2:- "Just Like That...."
« on: June 18, 2012, 07:45:29 PM »
All those years of leaning and training, just to simply be negated by a single shot.... geeez, what a shame.

And the third fox - the one doing the headchopping - is Trask. [fox]

I only finished part of the background in the middle panel. Was gonna add more skyscrapers and highways. [;)

Art Gallery / Page.1:- "Virmir is Killed."
« on: June 18, 2012, 07:42:59 PM »
I'm off to a weak start, I guess....

The other fox is Kasimir btw.

Art Gallery / [Comic] "NotePad Chronicles"
« on: June 18, 2012, 07:40:03 PM »
Just something I'm drawing; not only for the sake of drawing anything at all, but also to harden my feeble mind. I kinda wanna give this an overall dark and unsettling feel. Things like torture, soul-erasing, and so on. Such as how that one chick was horribly and painfully transfigured into a tree in "Abysses", or like how MK Virmir had his blood drained in "To Steal a Fox". That was some really effck'd-up shit. I gotta learn how not to be sickened and disturbed by that kinda stuff.

Art Gallery / Re: Crimson Flag OC Session
« on: June 18, 2012, 06:41:42 PM »
What the blimey-!? When the heck did this happen? ]:O Lucky....

Role Play Theater / Re: Arena Grandstand
« on: June 12, 2012, 03:17:06 AM »
The terrified squirrel would weave his way thru the crowded aisles, making his way toward the restrooms. His eyes were glazed over in shock, and a tendril of drool hung from his lips. His heart raced, and every breath he took was shallow and quick. His final moments seemed very unreal. All sensory input was either dulled or enhanced significantly. But that may have just been becos' of all the adrenaline.

With each trembling step, he used whatever voluntary brain power he had available to avoid running into anyone. By this point, he'd forgot why he even got up from his seat. Or where he originally intended to go and do. Or why he was here at all in the first place. But by asking all these questions would be overthinking the situation. It was the worst mistake Razzion ever made - and also the last.

He barely nudged one of the bystanding gods as he stumbled along. The surprise brought by the light brushing sensation was enough to cause the poor squirrel to trip over his own footpaws. Such irony! Only one such as Razzion could ever commit an otherwise trivial error under these gravely dire circumstances.

Razzion hit the ground hard. Really hard; as tho' he had endured a horrible car wreck, but survived with minimal injuries. His handpaws stung, and a sharp paroxysm of pressurised pain jolted from his knees. He immediately brushed it off and stood up, but before he had the chance to start running away, he was sieized by some magic force. Worse than the agonising feeling of being denied mobility, was the forcefield he was held inside. It felt a hundred times more painful than being dunked into a vat of some corrosive liquid substance.

The doomed squirrel was then lifted up and swiveled around, to gaze into the face of the god whom he had sinned against. The god spoke in an arcane tongue, yet Razzion could somehow understand it;

" H O W . . . . D A R E . . . . Y O U "

And then the poor squirrel was finally killed. He died right then and there. He had plenty of time to fully experience his body being burned from the inside out. Screaming was fruitless; not only did it emit no sound, but the oxygen fueled the fire inside his lungs. His internal organs melted, followed by his muscle tissues and skin, which slid wetly off his skeleton, that was being charred into brittle flakes of sooty dust....

That was it. There was nothing was left of his furry little body. His soul on the other hand, would proceed to suffer endless eternities forever in the Void. All becos' of making the misteak of entering the Arena. He certainly knew better too, but failed to demonstrate sufficient self-control. That I think, is the most ironic part about his horrid execution.

Random Topics / Re: Height comparison
« on: June 06, 2012, 10:04:05 PM »
Razzion is almost exactly 1 meter high. ];)

Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 198
« on: June 03, 2012, 10:22:39 PM »
Quote from: AmigaDragon
Does the lack of subtitles mean they don't understand each others' yips, or are we just being kept in the dark a bit longer?

Yes, subtitles would be nice. ];)

Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 198
« on: June 02, 2012, 10:40:27 PM »
No handpaw-gauntlet whack? It'd hurt abit more, I think. ]:)

Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 197
« on: May 25, 2012, 08:19:43 PM »
So as far as we know, Bryce and Serra are dead?

Game Room / Re: Virmir Dies In: Batman (NES)
« on: May 23, 2012, 01:58:23 PM »
So should someone draw toon-Virmir getting killed in 999 diffrent ways, including >PG?

Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 196
« on: May 20, 2012, 09:13:01 AM »
Quote from: Generic Meatbag #14
.......Thiiiss probably won't end well.

That's what I keep saying! o.o" Altho' his situation just went from bad to not-as bad.

Art Gallery / Re: "Bet Your Tail" (Comic)
« on: May 19, 2012, 06:48:49 PM »
Quote from: Toast

How unobservant of me.

Crimson Flag Comic / Re: Comic 196
« on: May 19, 2012, 12:25:43 AM »
Eh, to me its more likely containment. After all, that is Lucian, and weve already seen that having no hands dosen't stop them from becoming flaming demons of death.

Lucian? Or do you mean the jerk-of-a father.

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