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0.5 Lead Pencil Shitty Printer Paper Shitty Gel Ink PhotoShop 7.0 Brushes Sonata Arctica "Abandoned, Pleased, Brainwashed, Exploited" Wake up my child, hope is here, With the vengeance, we have no time to bleed, My only world filled with fear. I never saw the sower of the seed. Where is the world we had, Who can ever save you and your little lives, A Child guides a child guided child A Child is never guilty, But you should not run free… The Grave is open, let us pray without remorse Empty the cradle with fire for them once again Why not look through your fingers what they´ve done Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone… Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done Open your eyes and see, it´s not a dream You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe If only we could wake up soon and scream Abandoned, pleased, brainwashed, exploited, madness has a reason Throw money at the problem and it will remain Your life has no value for them, “violate me(and) this never ends” My child, I know, will then hate you too” The Grave is open, let us pray without remorse Empty the cradle with fire for them once again, tonight Why not look through your fingers what they´ve done Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone… Now, when it seems that we have nothing to believe in Maybe we should be waiting for the rock to come For our children soon have nothing they should learn The Grave is open, let us pray without remorse Empty the cradle with fire for them once again Why not look through your fingers what they´ve done Your own blood will clean the blood, for now the glory days are gone… Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done Open your eyes and see, it´s not a dream You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe If only we could wake up soon and scream Time has come for everyone, to think what we have done Open your eyes and see, it´s not a dream You aim for a common goal, you are one with your foe If only we could wake up soon and scream OMGWTF? Hotaru's actually submitting Neopets art? *shock* Yeah, it's looking that way. Yay. Anyway, after listening to some Sonata Arctica, I simply felt like drawing my (now thanks to dark magicks) quasi-human green kougra Talwar (Lil_Cooty_Bug on Neopets, but don't called him that). Afterall, he is my first Neopet as well as my all-around fighter (He got me my 'Punchbag Bob' trophy as well as my first war trophy), so he deserves to be drawn. So, here he is, in all his slightly kinky armoured glory, wielding his ice scimitar as well as looking a bit pissy (he's always pissy, for obvious reasons as well as quite a few he's rather keep to himself). He started out with red jewelry on his armour, but that made the whole picture look bad (due to clashing with his hair), so I played around with the 'hue/saturation' option in PhotoShop until I found that, out of all the colours, I liked the cyan best (it made the whole picture look better). Despite some minor problems with the anatomy, I still like this...I like it very much. Anyway, enjoy (and full view too for all those damned sparklies. Fear teh sparklies). Talwar Copyright © Jennifer Hopkins (=hotaru-sama666 -- ME!) Kougras Copyright © Neopets.com |
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Mr. Burns: Ahh, fresh victims for my ever-growing army of the undead
Smithers: Sir, you have to take your finger off the button.
Mr. Burns: Oh, son of a bi-!
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"I will stay to watch you wither away,
and with any luck you may be hit by a truck,
and I will remain to dance upon your grave,
Oh, look, can't you see how much your death means to me,
Please won't you play in a busy street"
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I'm at peace with my lust
I can kill 'cause in god I trust, yeah
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LOL WUT YA SAY?
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~paradoxstock
"the little pink-haired bundle of awesome" - =hotaru-sama666
"So this is how liberty dies - with thunderous applause." - Padme Amidala
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Madness is a gift that has been given to me...
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"I will stay to watch you wither away,
and with any luck you may be hit by a truck,
and I will remain to dance upon your grave,
Oh, look, can't you see how much your death means to me,
Please won't you play in a busy street"
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"I will stay to watch you wither away,
and with any luck you may be hit by a truck,
and I will remain to dance upon your grave,
Oh, look, can't you see how much your death means to me,
Please won't you play in a busy street"
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