Quote by DevildudeSorry I haven't
commented on walls for such a long time, I just lost interest with posting here
these days.
Nevermind that, do as you seem fit.
Ah I just noticed your wallpaper got deleted, seems she wasn't just too hot for
clothes but also for MT. Sometimes it's funny to see the differences between MT
and AP.
Quote by DevildudeMy thought on it was
just, I wanted it to look like I painted it, one way or the other the lines were
not quite right.
Maybe smudging or something like that would
have worked? Well nevermind though, I think the normal version looked quite
allright.
Do you know where else i could get the nude "it's so tight"? Perhaps a
link to your page that has it? I tried the one on the "it's so tight"
page in the gallery, but the links to the image on that website is not working.
also, I got a nice one myself.
a more accurate one from one of the guys.
plus, a better PSD for a powerchart.
hitting two birds with one stone?
You bet.
OK, you put most of the characters in their places, but Yuyuko in SSS?
sorry pal, but Yuyuko is like a piece of cake compared to ran or Flandre,
and I notice that you didn't use any of the character from MoF, they aren't that
bad either,
and where is Shinki?
she is an asskicker too, oh well, I would do one, but I'm too lazy for that
And if you are bored, whu not try to make your own Danmaku?
The air was thick with the smell of dust, and debris, it clouded his thoughts
more than it covered his sense of smell, a distant and faint waft of death and
decay comes close to him, and he was certain, that he was now alone, and facing
danger, a danger he has long anticipated.
John Stalvern was waiting, he gazed at the dark ceiling and then at his plasma
rifle, ready to attack at an instant should the creatures he faces now strikes
him. The lights blinked out, casting awful shadows of the creatures behind the
wall that separates him from them, it took a few moments, but finally, it
fizzled out.
There are demons in the UAC base, and he was the last one left. He didn’t see
them, but has believed all his life, that something awful was going to happen in
the corner, somewhere unsuspecting, something unaccountable by human vocabulary
and it isn’t human, nothing could prepare him for the truth, or at least,
something his own mind tells him to prepare for.
He had expected such a thing, when the scientists spoke of an experiment, with
things or technologies they found on the distant planet, they were asking for
trouble. His thoughts like this one was one of personal insecurity, something he
felt all along in his life, an uncertainty he dares not put his finger on the
cause. His trouble struck when he pursued the path of becoming a marine, and now
a sergeant after many years in service, and sent to this hell hole that he now
faces the demons with.
When he was young, he watched as the ships that flew to where he is now lift off
the ground, so majestic, so proud, so full of power, that he said in
naiveté, “Father, I wish to be on the ships, I want to become a marine,
and….”
He was cut off, and replied his father, a face scarier than most things a child
would fear, of anger, and worry all mixed up like a portrait of
desperation.
“You must not! Demons are on that place they are going, you will die if you go
there! Promise me! You must not go there!” Loudly, he spoke, while shaking ever
so strongly with his grip firm of little John’s shoulders, bringing tears of
confusion into his eyes as he stared back at the crazed gaze of his
father.
These memories came back, like flashes of his life as his was about to end, only
he wasn’t going down that easily, but nonetheless, it was like a warning he had
not heard the first time, and now it was too late.
There was, for a short time, he believed the tales of his father, even though
his father was not a marine, and never was, the tales wove vivid memories in his
mind, and sometimes, images of the demons his father told him would manifest as
ugly nightmares.
As he got older, the imaginations ceased, and he was soon, a man, who was
looking at a dream coming true, the corps has accepted him, and he is soon on
his path to glory, serving the nation and what’s not was all ready for him. The
red carpet, no sooner did now he will realize it was painted with blood. His
warnings before to Johnson, his superior was to deaf ears as well, maybe because
he did not believed it himself or enough to tell him, or maybe his convincing
skills needed more work. Just maybe, he thought to himself, if he survives this,
he is gonna quit his job and think about another career.
It was too late for regrets now, had he been more persuasive, the operation
would not have ceased anyway, there are people he needed to protect, that was,
until they all turned into the creatures they came here to protect from. Now he
knew what horrors awaited them in the UAC base where he now crouched, hidden
behind shadows.
His radio gave a faint crack, and a sizzle, before a muffled voice of his
commander came on.
“This is Johnson, you are the last man there, get the hell outta there! The
demons, you must fight your way through unless you can find another way out…if
you can get out soon enough, there may still be a cure….” a desperate and almost
depressed voice, of a formerly glorious man, half veiled with fear. What cure?
What the hell was he talking about? John wondered as he held his rifle tighter.
So close was the rifle held to his chest, he could feel it vibrating under the
pressure of his palms. He wondered why he felt that itch on his neck.
The shuffling of inhuman steps struck John like a hammer.
To his shock, Stalvern realized that the demons has heard the radio
transmission, and is now faced and headed his way. Quickly, he armed his rifle,
steadying onto his shoulders and aimed for the wall that separated them.
Hopefully, the shockwave will send the demons flying, and dead, if he is lucky.
The itch on his neck begins to pain, maybe an open wound, but he has no time to
think, even for one short moment.
A blast tore through the wall, as he fired, again and again, blindly at the
monsters that stood inches too near to him. Their shadows flickered with the
blast, sounds of screaming, and bloodcurdling shrieks were heard as he fired
again at a moving shadow.
He still could barely see their features, except a few glances here and there as
the blasts fired, but he was certain, they are not friendly to the eyes.
Grotesque beyond words, is what he would say, hardly believing a few hours back,
they were the very soldiers sent to protect the scientists.
The rounds of fire kept going, as the demons rushed into the fire like fireflies
would to light, but they were not without aim, to kill him, was their objective,
and they are not afraid of a few rounds of plasma heat.
Finally, with clear aim, John fired at a particularly well-built one and managed
to stagger him for a moment. However, the shot was deflected, before the unholy
sound of it screaming in anger as it rushed towards him, with sounds of its
thumping and heavy footsteps charging towards his direction.
John tried to fire again, adjusting his rifle for a stronger more focused fire,
hoping to tear a hole onto it. The creature staggered while holding back its
steps, and with a quick maneuver, managed to evade it.
“Shit!” cursed John as he realized the blast shot down a support pillar in the
middle of the darkened room, one he did not see before. All too sudden, the
ceiling fell above them, the crushing weight and debris almost broke John’s arm
as he defended himself from it. The creatures were not lucky either, with all of
them crushed under the weight of the titan weight of the concrete and
steel.
John was still alive, and his eyes were covered with a vile smear of blood,
unable to focus as he tried to lift himself off the rubble, the weight crushing
the air out of his lungs.
“Noo.... I must get outta here, damn it, if those things get out before I do… I
am dead, I gotta kill the motherfuckers quick…!” he spoke to himself as reached
for his rifle, hoping to create a leverage with the rifle to lift himself out of
the mess. The pain on his neck now manifested itself like a deadly gun wound, so
much he could have fainted, and died, but he didn’t want to give in, even when
his hands are losing its feel, shaking with pain.
Suddenly, the radio cracked, again, this time, Johnson came on again, even
louder and clearer than before. He didn’t realize it was still on, and all that
he muttered to himself was transmitted to the other end, perhaps the gripping
terror made him forget to turn off, but that did not matter now.
“No…. stop it, STOP IT JOHN, enough! Don’t you realize? You are already
infected, the demons, you are one of them…!” Johnson spoke off the radio, in an
even more desperate voice than before. Fear crept up John’s spine like a
crippling stroke, it shook him deep inside, and his hands now tremble, as if
some sudden revelation that was long overdue suddenly unbounded itself to him.
Oh God…. Was the only thought that came to John’s mind, he remembered now, how
he got into this dark room, the faint view of the surgical table was a tell-tale
sign, he was infected, bitten by one of those things, earlier, as they attempted
to salvage the corpses of the scientists under the sewage system. Whatever that
was on this fucking planet, it was down there, submerged in the darkness and the
waters, waiting to ambush, and they did.
The thing bit him in the neck, transferring whatever viruses it was made of,
into him, and he was dead, for at least an hour, his body mutated, that was why
he was in here, they were… the UAC force, now safely away from this place, left
him for dead. Johnson kept his hopes, at least up till the moment of that last
radio transmission. He hoped that John could still retain enough humanity, to
travel across the gateway, and make it back to earth to be cured.
But it was too late, and now no hope remains for him, the pain has stopped
finally.
He was one of them… the voice in his head now repeating this sentence to
him.
Slowly, human thoughts came to a halt, another sense replaced his clouded
instincts to escape, it was a hunger, and it hungered for living flesh.
“Blood….” He murmured to himself, as he stood up, from the rubble, finally
freed.
The radio on his waist cracked once more.
“John…? Are you still there…? John…?” the battery had finally run out, and the
voice, faint calls for his name, faded away into the decaying darkness.
John stood on his wobbly feet, stared a bit at the emptiness and made his way
slowly into the darkness, in search of whatever that fresh victim he may still
encounter, in this abandoned facility.
- LOL TSUNDERE ANONYMOUS
Yeah so, I got bored, and decided to practice my writing.
Quote by Devildudeyo.
I forgot if I did send you a new year's day card.
if I didn't, I am very sorry.
great friend I am. a pathetic friend really.
a seriously belated new years wish. That be all.
LOL! I don't remember if you sent me one either
So Happy [super-late] New Years... I guess?
Quote by Devildudehow was being admin
for a day?
I was shut off the site for like 48 hours, logging in, and it told me MT was
"pwned" instead.
LOL, told Sheq and the mod team one of these days, they are gonna get the same
crap like AP last year if they keep up with their elitist attitudes. (not
pointing fingers, but you know who you all are)...
bleh.
Hey, I promised you my photo, so I am sending you a PM.
So sorry it took so long.
This one is very recent, it is from my flight to
Vietnam.
It wasn't the mods fault, their not bad people nor
do they have "elitist" attitudes. They do their job and
they do it well, why should people hate them for that?
Anyways, I don't want to get into it, this is a guest book post
as well. But we all know who's fault it was and
doing what they did while the mods were gone was a
cheap and childish blow.
hoi n_n
just wanna say merry christmas n happy new year!
btw...can u comment on my new wall? I seriously want to improve Upside Down Puppet by
Milkiyo
I know he's a guy and all but pls just bear with it :P
it was my pleasure I remember your card from last year so I wanted to make
something different for you
I actually made a bunch of cards something around 24 cards
about the Tony Taka image no I don`t want it big
probably something like 400x60 and if you have time perhaps you can also make an
avatar that will match
thank you so much :3
did you thought that you can get away SPAMMMMM lol and some Holiday wishes
Best Wishes for Christmas and the New Year!
I wish you & your loved ones a Season of joy and harmony in 2008!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Christmas wishes greetings and convey your wishes to all your friends and loved
ones!
sounds a little telegraphic but I hope that you will like the img ^_^
Quote by Devildudeoooh, you dirty slut,
how have you been?
Of course I remember you, I recall your moving body in the dark, under the
heavily lined linens... hehehhehehe (lecherous old man smile)
I recalled you quit, looks like people do forgive.
lol, I almost forgot how slutty you are :3 jealous of my sluttiness? ;P
well, I've actually forgave a long time ago (can't go on forever can I?) except
that my studies had caught up with me but now that
I've graduated and am currently waiting to go overseas...well, here I am!
so...how bout you? not still working are u?
be good old man! kekkeke....
Thnx devil, i really appreciate those comments that you did... in another hand... How are you doing? ( I really like to view you new vector)
You know it's nevar lupus!
But busy riding my CB750 and pondering if I should eventually start walling again.
Nevermind that, do as you seem fit.
Ah I just noticed your wallpaper got deleted, seems she wasn't just too hot for clothes but also for MT. Sometimes it's funny to see the differences between MT and AP.
Maybe smudging or something like that would have worked? Well nevermind though, I think the normal version looked quite allright.
Ah man, i love you Devildude! Your wallpapers rock
*wishes mine
were as epic and awe inspiring*
Keep up the awsome work
Oh didn't I? Gommen, I forgot
,
let me see that wall again 
No, i really like your wallz... More... I have your last one in my desktop now...
My next vector, you have to wall it to the calendar...
merged: 05-19-2008 ~ 01:22am
Thanks for the fav and uh comment <3
Do you know where else i could get the nude "it's so tight"? Perhaps a link to your page that has it? I tried the one on the "it's so tight" page in the gallery, but the links to the image on that website is not working.
OK, you put most of the characters in their places, but Yuyuko in SSS?
sorry pal, but Yuyuko is like a piece of cake compared to ran or Flandre,
and I notice that you didn't use any of the character from MoF, they aren't that bad either,
and where is Shinki?
she is an asskicker too, oh well, I would do one, but I'm too lazy for that
And if you are bored, whu not try to make your own Danmaku?
The air was thick with the smell of dust, and debris, it clouded his thoughts more than it covered his sense of smell, a distant and faint waft of death and decay comes close to him, and he was certain, that he was now alone, and facing danger, a danger he has long anticipated.
John Stalvern was waiting, he gazed at the dark ceiling and then at his plasma rifle, ready to attack at an instant should the creatures he faces now strikes him. The lights blinked out, casting awful shadows of the creatures behind the wall that separates him from them, it took a few moments, but finally, it fizzled out.
There are demons in the UAC base, and he was the last one left. He didn’t see them, but has believed all his life, that something awful was going to happen in the corner, somewhere unsuspecting, something unaccountable by human vocabulary and it isn’t human, nothing could prepare him for the truth, or at least, something his own mind tells him to prepare for.
He had expected such a thing, when the scientists spoke of an experiment, with things or technologies they found on the distant planet, they were asking for trouble. His thoughts like this one was one of personal insecurity, something he felt all along in his life, an uncertainty he dares not put his finger on the cause. His trouble struck when he pursued the path of becoming a marine, and now a sergeant after many years in service, and sent to this hell hole that he now faces the demons with.
When he was young, he watched as the ships that flew to where he is now lift off the ground, so majestic, so proud, so full of power, that he said in naiveté, “Father, I wish to be on the ships, I want to become a marine, and….”
He was cut off, and replied his father, a face scarier than most things a child would fear, of anger, and worry all mixed up like a portrait of desperation.
“You must not! Demons are on that place they are going, you will die if you go there! Promise me! You must not go there!” Loudly, he spoke, while shaking ever so strongly with his grip firm of little John’s shoulders, bringing tears of confusion into his eyes as he stared back at the crazed gaze of his father.
These memories came back, like flashes of his life as his was about to end, only he wasn’t going down that easily, but nonetheless, it was like a warning he had not heard the first time, and now it was too late.
There was, for a short time, he believed the tales of his father, even though his father was not a marine, and never was, the tales wove vivid memories in his mind, and sometimes, images of the demons his father told him would manifest as ugly nightmares.
As he got older, the imaginations ceased, and he was soon, a man, who was looking at a dream coming true, the corps has accepted him, and he is soon on his path to glory, serving the nation and what’s not was all ready for him. The red carpet, no sooner did now he will realize it was painted with blood. His warnings before to Johnson, his superior was to deaf ears as well, maybe because he did not believed it himself or enough to tell him, or maybe his convincing skills needed more work. Just maybe, he thought to himself, if he survives this, he is gonna quit his job and think about another career.
It was too late for regrets now, had he been more persuasive, the operation would not have ceased anyway, there are people he needed to protect, that was, until they all turned into the creatures they came here to protect from. Now he knew what horrors awaited them in the UAC base where he now crouched, hidden behind shadows.
His radio gave a faint crack, and a sizzle, before a muffled voice of his commander came on.
“This is Johnson, you are the last man there, get the hell outta there! The demons, you must fight your way through unless you can find another way out…if you can get out soon enough, there may still be a cure….” a desperate and almost depressed voice, of a formerly glorious man, half veiled with fear. What cure? What the hell was he talking about? John wondered as he held his rifle tighter. So close was the rifle held to his chest, he could feel it vibrating under the pressure of his palms. He wondered why he felt that itch on his neck.
The shuffling of inhuman steps struck John like a hammer.
To his shock, Stalvern realized that the demons has heard the radio transmission, and is now faced and headed his way. Quickly, he armed his rifle, steadying onto his shoulders and aimed for the wall that separated them. Hopefully, the shockwave will send the demons flying, and dead, if he is lucky. The itch on his neck begins to pain, maybe an open wound, but he has no time to think, even for one short moment.
A blast tore through the wall, as he fired, again and again, blindly at the monsters that stood inches too near to him. Their shadows flickered with the blast, sounds of screaming, and bloodcurdling shrieks were heard as he fired again at a moving shadow.
He still could barely see their features, except a few glances here and there as the blasts fired, but he was certain, they are not friendly to the eyes. Grotesque beyond words, is what he would say, hardly believing a few hours back, they were the very soldiers sent to protect the scientists.
The rounds of fire kept going, as the demons rushed into the fire like fireflies would to light, but they were not without aim, to kill him, was their objective, and they are not afraid of a few rounds of plasma heat.
Finally, with clear aim, John fired at a particularly well-built one and managed to stagger him for a moment. However, the shot was deflected, before the unholy sound of it screaming in anger as it rushed towards him, with sounds of its thumping and heavy footsteps charging towards his direction.
John tried to fire again, adjusting his rifle for a stronger more focused fire, hoping to tear a hole onto it. The creature staggered while holding back its steps, and with a quick maneuver, managed to evade it.
“Shit!” cursed John as he realized the blast shot down a support pillar in the middle of the darkened room, one he did not see before. All too sudden, the ceiling fell above them, the crushing weight and debris almost broke John’s arm as he defended himself from it. The creatures were not lucky either, with all of them crushed under the weight of the titan weight of the concrete and steel.
John was still alive, and his eyes were covered with a vile smear of blood, unable to focus as he tried to lift himself off the rubble, the weight crushing the air out of his lungs.
“Noo.... I must get outta here, damn it, if those things get out before I do… I am dead, I gotta kill the motherfuckers quick…!” he spoke to himself as reached for his rifle, hoping to create a leverage with the rifle to lift himself out of the mess. The pain on his neck now manifested itself like a deadly gun wound, so much he could have fainted, and died, but he didn’t want to give in, even when his hands are losing its feel, shaking with pain.
Suddenly, the radio cracked, again, this time, Johnson came on again, even louder and clearer than before. He didn’t realize it was still on, and all that he muttered to himself was transmitted to the other end, perhaps the gripping terror made him forget to turn off, but that did not matter now.
“No…. stop it, STOP IT JOHN, enough! Don’t you realize? You are already infected, the demons, you are one of them…!” Johnson spoke off the radio, in an even more desperate voice than before. Fear crept up John’s spine like a crippling stroke, it shook him deep inside, and his hands now tremble, as if some sudden revelation that was long overdue suddenly unbounded itself to him.
Oh God…. Was the only thought that came to John’s mind, he remembered now, how he got into this dark room, the faint view of the surgical table was a tell-tale sign, he was infected, bitten by one of those things, earlier, as they attempted to salvage the corpses of the scientists under the sewage system. Whatever that was on this fucking planet, it was down there, submerged in the darkness and the waters, waiting to ambush, and they did.
The thing bit him in the neck, transferring whatever viruses it was made of, into him, and he was dead, for at least an hour, his body mutated, that was why he was in here, they were… the UAC force, now safely away from this place, left him for dead. Johnson kept his hopes, at least up till the moment of that last radio transmission. He hoped that John could still retain enough humanity, to travel across the gateway, and make it back to earth to be cured.
But it was too late, and now no hope remains for him, the pain has stopped finally.
He was one of them… the voice in his head now repeating this sentence to him.
Slowly, human thoughts came to a halt, another sense replaced his clouded instincts to escape, it was a hunger, and it hungered for living flesh.
“Blood….” He murmured to himself, as he stood up, from the rubble, finally freed.
The radio on his waist cracked once more.
“John…? Are you still there…? John…?” the battery had finally run out, and the voice, faint calls for his name, faded away into the decaying darkness.
John stood on his wobbly feet, stared a bit at the emptiness and made his way slowly into the darkness, in search of whatever that fresh victim he may still encounter, in this abandoned facility.
- LOL TSUNDERE ANONYMOUS
Yeah so, I got bored, and decided to practice my writing.
Shotto, why is yuyuko in SSS level?
and Flandre in SS? even Ran is stronger than Yuyuko,
who made this?
merged: 02-02-2008 ~ 05:50am
Niced page, btw.
LOL! I don't remember if you sent me one either
So Happy [super-late] New Years... I guess?
It wasn't the mods fault, their not bad people nor
do they have "elitist" attitudes. They do their job and
they do it well, why should people hate them for that?
Anyways, I don't want to get into it, this is a guest book post
as well. But we all know who's fault it was and
doing what they did while the mods were gone was a
cheap and childish blow.
Nope... one maybe is death... but, in reality are in the junk!
In all honesty I was gobsmacked to find that the wallpaper featuring a naked pre-teen was by you.
First Warning
For mature content featuring an under-age girl.
Merry Christmas DD-chan! Or as Milk calls you, 'old man'!
A perfect
choice for Santa haha. Merry Christmas btw! 
hoi n_n
Upside Down Puppet by
Milkiyo
just wanna say merry christmas n happy new year!
btw...can u comment on my new wall? I seriously want to improve
I know he's a guy and all but pls just bear with it :P
it was my pleasure I remember your card from last year so I wanted to make something different for you
I actually made a bunch of cards something around 24 cards
about the Tony Taka image no I don`t want it big
probably something like 400x60 and if you have time perhaps you can also make an avatar that will match
thank you so much :3
poke them
did you thought that you can get away SPAMMMMM lol and some Holiday wishes
Best Wishes for Christmas and the New Year!
I wish you & your loved ones a Season of joy and harmony in 2008!
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.
Christmas wishes greetings and convey your wishes to all your friends and loved ones!
sounds a little telegraphic but I hope that you will like the img ^_^
lol, I almost forgot how slutty you are :3 jealous of my sluttiness? ;P
but now that
I've graduated and am currently waiting to go overseas...well, here I am! 
well, I've actually forgave a long time ago (can't go on forever can I?) except that my studies had caught up with me
so...how bout you? not still working are u?
be good old man! kekkeke....
OI Dev (old man
) I wanted to ask you something can you help me with this
img
I am trying to make a signature image from it but I personally don`t have any idea O.o
can you do something with it pls :3 puppy eyes
lately Di is a Tony Taka fan =)