PersonSP
Writing- 'n-Drawing-aholic
Towns Folk
So, I haven't been around a lot lately since life got really busy. I've got to balance between school, friends/family and hobbies (art and games) and I figured it was time I did some more about the latter. And of course there was the Pedia, so I decided to combine those. Presenting... TUNTUNTUUUUN
What's in the 'mystery' (oooooh) boxes? Well, that's a mystery. It can be an avatar, a signature, a short story, a random image, an animation, a superneat looking HD wallpaper, a piece of music or something else entirely. You pay for the box and from there it's blind trust (and that's why it's a challenge), you'll get what you get. (Don't worry, it'll be stuffed with lots of love!) The bigger the box the more stuff you get.
Teeny tiny box :3--------------------------------------------------3 pc
A bit bigger yet smaller than average box-----------------5 pc
Boxsized box------------------------------------------------------10 pc
Big bad box--------------------------------------------------------15 pc
Megalosaurus box-----------------------------------------------25 pc
As for some examples of the arty stuff I usually do:
Short Story:
The appointment
We certainly weren’t meant to meet. But we did. And now that we did neither of us tried to evade the other. Instead, without saying a word, we stared at each other, measuring the one before us. Then I looked up at his eyes-and immediately retreated my gaze. They were blue! But no, they couldn’t be. With slight disbelief I asked: “Don’t you know it is forbidden to wear coloured contacts?” “I’m not wearing any.” “Yeah, right…” “Your eyes are blue too.” They’re not! They’re green!” I said sharply. “Nah, more like blue with a slight green hue. But that’s what you’re at the Office for, right?” “No, I’m here because I might be the next Secreta-” “You certainly can’t believe that? You’re here for your eyes and you know that.” I was shocked, but not quite as shocked as I should be. Maybe he was right. “So?” he asked, raising his left eyebrow slightly. “What do you mean?” “Well obviously you’ve got two choices, get your damn eyes removed or flee. Where will you go?” “They don’t remove them anymore. They just…recolour them.” “Yeah right.” It was his turn to be sceptic. “Well, I love my sight so I’m leaving.” “You can’t flee. They’d find you in no time.” “Not when you travel through the tunnels.” “The-you’re mad! The blue of your eyes must stick to your brain as well!” He snorted, and without even looking at me he turned and walked away.
To the reception it seemed, as I heard the receptionist whisper, way too loud: “Your appointment is tomorrow, don’t be late.” I heard a ruffling noise. She probably gave him sunglasses to cover up those shameless blue pits of his. “You are making me wait girl.” I turned around to find a dark-haired Officer in an equally dark mood only two centimetres away. I jumped back, startled. He was quite tall and at least as unfriendly. But with a job like his, was it any wonder? “Follow me.” My eyes are green. I’m here to apply for a job. My eyes are not blue, they’re green. No one ever said to me that my eyes are blue, they’re green. I’ve got green eyes… I nervously told myself. “Sit.” I sat down in a very large leathery chair. “You want to be Secretary.” I was about to answer when I realised it was not a question. “Your resume looks promising, your build and height are correct yet there is one problem. It is not unsolvable…”He looked into my eyes and a creepy smile swooped across his face. “You see, I like blue eyes but the Head…But we can make a deal.” His grim smile widened. “Just one drop of blood and you’ll get dark lenses and the job.” The calm with which he spoke scared me. I looked up at his eyes only to find two dark holes…He had eyes… but they were entirely black? I vaguely remembered a story about that… Uneasy I looked at the ground. It might be my only chance. Maybe I should have gone to the tunnels too. Maybe- “Could you answer my question? Do we have a deal or not?”
And of course there are also a lot of avatars and entries to contests around the Pedia. For stories, have a look around in the blog section.
THE ART MYSTERY BOX!
What's in the 'mystery' (oooooh) boxes? Well, that's a mystery. It can be an avatar, a signature, a short story, a random image, an animation, a superneat looking HD wallpaper, a piece of music or something else entirely. You pay for the box and from there it's blind trust (and that's why it's a challenge), you'll get what you get. (Don't worry, it'll be stuffed with lots of love!) The bigger the box the more stuff you get.
Teeny tiny box :3--------------------------------------------------3 pc
A bit bigger yet smaller than average box-----------------5 pc
Boxsized box------------------------------------------------------10 pc
Big bad box--------------------------------------------------------15 pc
Megalosaurus box-----------------------------------------------25 pc
As for some examples of the arty stuff I usually do:
Short Story:
The appointment
We certainly weren’t meant to meet. But we did. And now that we did neither of us tried to evade the other. Instead, without saying a word, we stared at each other, measuring the one before us. Then I looked up at his eyes-and immediately retreated my gaze. They were blue! But no, they couldn’t be. With slight disbelief I asked: “Don’t you know it is forbidden to wear coloured contacts?” “I’m not wearing any.” “Yeah, right…” “Your eyes are blue too.” They’re not! They’re green!” I said sharply. “Nah, more like blue with a slight green hue. But that’s what you’re at the Office for, right?” “No, I’m here because I might be the next Secreta-” “You certainly can’t believe that? You’re here for your eyes and you know that.” I was shocked, but not quite as shocked as I should be. Maybe he was right. “So?” he asked, raising his left eyebrow slightly. “What do you mean?” “Well obviously you’ve got two choices, get your damn eyes removed or flee. Where will you go?” “They don’t remove them anymore. They just…recolour them.” “Yeah right.” It was his turn to be sceptic. “Well, I love my sight so I’m leaving.” “You can’t flee. They’d find you in no time.” “Not when you travel through the tunnels.” “The-you’re mad! The blue of your eyes must stick to your brain as well!” He snorted, and without even looking at me he turned and walked away.
To the reception it seemed, as I heard the receptionist whisper, way too loud: “Your appointment is tomorrow, don’t be late.” I heard a ruffling noise. She probably gave him sunglasses to cover up those shameless blue pits of his. “You are making me wait girl.” I turned around to find a dark-haired Officer in an equally dark mood only two centimetres away. I jumped back, startled. He was quite tall and at least as unfriendly. But with a job like his, was it any wonder? “Follow me.” My eyes are green. I’m here to apply for a job. My eyes are not blue, they’re green. No one ever said to me that my eyes are blue, they’re green. I’ve got green eyes… I nervously told myself. “Sit.” I sat down in a very large leathery chair. “You want to be Secretary.” I was about to answer when I realised it was not a question. “Your resume looks promising, your build and height are correct yet there is one problem. It is not unsolvable…”He looked into my eyes and a creepy smile swooped across his face. “You see, I like blue eyes but the Head…But we can make a deal.” His grim smile widened. “Just one drop of blood and you’ll get dark lenses and the job.” The calm with which he spoke scared me. I looked up at his eyes only to find two dark holes…He had eyes… but they were entirely black? I vaguely remembered a story about that… Uneasy I looked at the ground. It might be my only chance. Maybe I should have gone to the tunnels too. Maybe- “Could you answer my question? Do we have a deal or not?”
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I'll get to work. ...tomorrow. It's pretty late here already.
