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Ha! Nice drawing, he's pretty cool. 

That looks interesting.

Cute!  I don't know much about Pokemon, though. ^^;

How did you attach an image???

This topic is extremely broad.

ProgrammingPro01 wrote:

HoneyHorse11 wrote:

Cute!  I don't know much about Pokemon, though. ^^;

How did you attach an image???

I went on tinypic.com and uploaded an image, than copied the image BBCode. 
You can also use imgur, I prefer using it.
It was just down the time I posted this topic.

Thank you!  I might try that.

jslomba wrote:

soupoftomato wrote:

This topic is extremely broad.

how come I was the only one who said that for "books!" :I

anyway, I don't have any drawings to show you since I'm pretty bad drawing on the computer.

These people apparently have a very limited view of art.

I've seen discussion abut drawings and painting bu pretty much anything can be argued as art.

If I wanted to I could talk about cars or fine dining and be on topic here.

jslomba wrote:

soupoftomato wrote:

jslomba wrote:

how come I was the only one who said that for "books!" :I

anyway, I don't have any drawings to show you since I'm pretty bad drawing on the computer.

These people apparently have a very limited view of art.

I've seen discussion abut drawings and painting bu pretty much anything can be argued as art.

If I wanted to I could talk about cars or fine dining and be on topic here.

in that case.............


wanna try my meatball sub
it's voted best in the world by me

Yes, please!

I'll have my epic poem uploaded in a minute.

Last edited by soupoftomato (2012-06-15 20:58:31)

jslomba wrote:

just kidding all I know how to make is toast

but that's world famous, too!

give me some of it then!

But in all seriousness, art I made (some violence censored for scratch  . Mods, if it's still too violent please just remove it):

The man sat there at the controls to the complicated machine, thinking hard. He was mostly unmoving but would occasionally snicker or give a toothy grin and flip a few levers and type a few things. Occasionally, the man became frustrated with the computer in front of him. Instead of a smile he would give an angry grunt of dissatisfaction and type more to fix whatever had made him mad. It seemed like his job was never done, the man had been sitting here for what seemed like days. He could never tell you how long it had actually been, he had started to lose track of time once his eyes could no longer blink properly.
    “Sir, did you get the list of deletions?” Asked a scrawny, clipboard toting teenager that had just walked in.
    The man at the controls stood up quickly and walked over to the teenager. The older yanked the teen’s clipboard away. “What deletions?!” He demanded furiously.
    Scared from the man’s violent reaction, the teenager responded with hesitance. “Yeah, there’s about 50 of them on that list.”
    “Yeah, I’ve found the list.” The old one said angrily, stalking off to another room. The teenager followed quickly behind.
    The room they had just walked into was a strange and almost disturbing sight. The room was very large and held tons of metal bunks that looked like something out of a mad scientist’s lab. There were no mattresses on any of the beds. What looked like thousands of people were sleeping on top of them, on their backs and unmoving. Though they were just unconscious, nothing to the average person would tell them they weren’t dead. The whirring and processing sounds of many unseen machines created a white noise to the place. Not particularly distracting, but other rooms were noticeably silent in comparison.
    “Perfect.” The older man said in a disgusted tone. Then, while waving papers from the clipboard everywhere, in the face of the teen he roared, “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to fix precisely these people! It’s taken forever!”
    After the teen began to quiver in fear a little bit, the man gave a snort and calmed down. He walked over to a computer terminal and quickly typed in the list of names. Then he pressed a button to enter them and from the top of select bunks, spikes came out above the heart of 50 unconscious people and pressed down. Though the man was calmed and seemed used to it, only those who have seen 50 people die calmly at once could know the feelings the teenager was having.
    The spikes retracted back into the ceiling and several other workers filed in, piling up the deletions onto carts, and wheeling them away.

Last edited by soupoftomato (2012-06-15 21:18:53)