The NP member comic/song/poem/picture thread! - Page 34

mammothtank · 02-21-2005, 12:17 PM

Well, since I've got it done, here's the next one.
Edit: And the next one.

http://img127.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img1...athyman3mx.png
http://img240.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img2...melfice6tr.png

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Funka Genocide · 02-27-2005, 01:08 PM

exclamation mark!

err, here's another episode of my dramatic fantasy NPF member fan-fic... thing!

.................................................. ..........

The steamy jungle night engulfed him. Sweat ran in beads down his face. He wandered onward, through fauna of varying shades of black and grey. The colorless environment somehow comforting, no shocking contrasts to distract the eye. He went forward, knowing his path was true.

Knowing only truth.

The hours passed with the miles, and the moon glared from overhead. A drop of silver, a point of reference in an endless sea of minute shining things. His mind clinked and chugged along, as if it were working out how to operate. It happened across a point of interest while it acclimated, a thing called language. A word called...

...love.

He had been walking across a fallen tree which spanned a narrow chasm. Below his was a tiny stream. The word hit him as a fierce blow. He doubled over and lost his footing, tumbling sideways and falling several feet to the water below. It was very shallow, and served only to soak his tattered clothing which was already moist from the humidity and perspiration. The cool water washed over him, and he was overcome by tears. A fit odf sobs and then he was taken, back or forward he did not know.

the scen played within his mind

A construct of stone and metal rising higher than his eye could travel. All the angles maddeningly straight, unnatural. Before him was a large door made of wood and steel. He walked towards it inexorably, the decisions already made, although he did not know them.

Hid hands pushed the door open smoothly. Beyond the entrance was a grand foyer, a desk behind which was seen many flashing screens, images dancing on them.

Television...

Magic perhaps, he walked onward. Another set of doors. He pressed a small button marked with a triangle, an arrow pointing upwards. A pleasant chime and the doors slid open, revealing a small room enclosed by mirrors. He saw himself walk inside, the door closed behind him.

The scene switched to a large room with a dramatic window on one side. He could see giant spires along a skyline, a greyish brown haze covering a city he did not know. A mirthless table surrounded by equally dour men was before him.

In his hand was a spherical green object. He removed a slender piece of metal from one end it. The men all turned towards him in alarm. He tossed the ball towards the middle of the table and the men began to panic and stand up hastily.

Grenade...

The explosion was earsplitting, a flash of sound and light. The room was destroyed and the men were reduced to incongruous piles of body parts. His dream eye was cold and unnaffected.

He was running them, along a walkway many stories above the ground. He though for a moment he might be running away from something, then he could see his enemies in front of him. A dozen men in strange black armor, with odd weapons in their dire hands.

Guns...

He could not see their faces, only visored black helmets.Somewhere, logic told him this should mean death. Yet he knew, not for him.

The sensation of many small, fast moving projectiles racing towards him, then he leapt, so high it seemed impossible.

Beneath himself he could see the narrow skyway. The men grouped together in two rows. He tossed another grenade as he soared overhead, Four men were shattered by the force of the explosion. Pivoting where he landed, he was in their midst in an eye blink.

A blow delivered with an open palm sent one faceless man flying towards the streets below. An enemy swung an awkwardly shaped weapon towards his head. He jumped lithely over the blow and delivered a fearsome roundhouse kick to the mans head. The helmet shattered and the dead face beneath was visible for a split second.

Then there was silence...

He knew there must have been shouting, explosions, screams, but he heard nothing. His hands found their way towards two metallic hand grips.

There was no more intent, no more choice, there was nothing...

Pistol...

He pointed his outstretched arm, and there was death. The first shot hit a man in the unarmored area beneath his chin. A quick dash and a devastating punch through a visor, a flick of his finger, another dead man. He pointed behind himself without looking, pulled the...

trigger...

Yet another lost soul.

He found himself dropping quickly to the ground while a hail of projectiles screamed over his head.

Bullets...

As he hit the ground he placed another shot into an ankle. As the target fell sideways his heart was pierced by another bullet before he could impact the ground.

He righted himself quickly, a roll backwards followed by an acrobatic flip. He found himself behind his final enemy.

The last bullet went through the mans throat, the body slumped to the ground like an abandoned marionnette.

He was running again, and slowly sound returned. His feet pounding the ground in a regular rhythm. His breathing easy, unlabored, his heartbeat slow, controlled.

then there was the night sky and the silver beacon in the same spot it had been when he left. His pistol was drawn for some reason, it was aiming skyward. His back still to the muddy river bed.

He could see forever down the sight of that barrel, he could see destiny.

His finger played an odd melody on his instrument of death.

The jungle came alive.

SephirothSama · 02-27-2005, 05:35 PM

Yay! Another one!! This is a request from NPF member Cloud Strife. He wanted a Neko Cloud holding the Murasame (one of the optional weapons in the game)!! I used a bit of a cuter style to add to the kitty effect! ^-^ Yay! Well, here ya go Cloud Strife!

~SephirothSama~

PS: Funny, random fact about this picture: I drew 99% of this drawing by candlelight (the other 1%, light was used to erase the final lines, clean up and finishing touches)! Why? Because I'm wierd!! Yay!

Terex4 · 02-27-2005, 10:55 PM

The idea to make these was inspired by a comic done by ApathyMan so I'd like to thank him for the inspiration.

Terex4 · 03-01-2005, 12:18 AM

Double post due to having too many images in the previous post.

Dante · 03-02-2005, 09:31 AM

Terex4 · 03-06-2005, 12:18 AM

Armored Bishoujo's Poster

Dante · 03-06-2005, 09:42 AM

mammothtank · 03-06-2005, 01:09 PM

And now, the continuation of Dynamite Blows Stuff Up.
I present: Dynamite's Quest!

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Melfice · 03-06-2005, 01:33 PM

I'm joining in on the election-poster craze. Here's mine. Crappy MSPaint-poster alert...

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02-21-2005, 12:17 PM	#331
mammothtank We make good team! Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: kicks Iowa Posts: 1,722	Well, since I've got it done, here's the next one. Edit: And the next one. http://img127.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img1...athyman3mx.png http://img240.exs.cx/my.php?loc=img2...melfice6tr.png Thanks to ImageShack for Free Image Hosting Last edited by mammothtank; 02-25-2005 at 03:35 PM.

02-27-2005, 01:08 PM	#332
Funka Genocide Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Apr 2004 Location: Las Vegas Posts: 4,566	another installment! exclamation mark! err, here's another episode of my dramatic fantasy NPF member fan-fic... thing! .................................................. .......... The steamy jungle night engulfed him. Sweat ran in beads down his face. He wandered onward, through fauna of varying shades of black and grey. The colorless environment somehow comforting, no shocking contrasts to distract the eye. He went forward, knowing his path was true. Knowing only truth. The hours passed with the miles, and the moon glared from overhead. A drop of silver, a point of reference in an endless sea of minute shining things. His mind clinked and chugged along, as if it were working out how to operate. It happened across a point of interest while it acclimated, a thing called language. A word called... ...love. He had been walking across a fallen tree which spanned a narrow chasm. Below his was a tiny stream. The word hit him as a fierce blow. He doubled over and lost his footing, tumbling sideways and falling several feet to the water below. It was very shallow, and served only to soak his tattered clothing which was already moist from the humidity and perspiration. The cool water washed over him, and he was overcome by tears. A fit odf sobs and then he was taken, back or forward he did not know. the scen played within his mind A construct of stone and metal rising higher than his eye could travel. All the angles maddeningly straight, unnatural. Before him was a large door made of wood and steel. He walked towards it inexorably, the decisions already made, although he did not know them. Hid hands pushed the door open smoothly. Beyond the entrance was a grand foyer, a desk behind which was seen many flashing screens, images dancing on them. Television... Magic perhaps, he walked onward. Another set of doors. He pressed a small button marked with a triangle, an arrow pointing upwards. A pleasant chime and the doors slid open, revealing a small room enclosed by mirrors. He saw himself walk inside, the door closed behind him. The scene switched to a large room with a dramatic window on one side. He could see giant spires along a skyline, a greyish brown haze covering a city he did not know. A mirthless table surrounded by equally dour men was before him. In his hand was a spherical green object. He removed a slender piece of metal from one end it. The men all turned towards him in alarm. He tossed the ball towards the middle of the table and the men began to panic and stand up hastily. Grenade... The explosion was earsplitting, a flash of sound and light. The room was destroyed and the men were reduced to incongruous piles of body parts. His dream eye was cold and unnaffected. He was running them, along a walkway many stories above the ground. He though for a moment he might be running away from something, then he could see his enemies in front of him. A dozen men in strange black armor, with odd weapons in their dire hands. Guns... He could not see their faces, only visored black helmets.Somewhere, logic told him this should mean death. Yet he knew, not for him. The sensation of many small, fast moving projectiles racing towards him, then he leapt, so high it seemed impossible. Beneath himself he could see the narrow skyway. The men grouped together in two rows. He tossed another grenade as he soared overhead, Four men were shattered by the force of the explosion. Pivoting where he landed, he was in their midst in an eye blink. A blow delivered with an open palm sent one faceless man flying towards the streets below. An enemy swung an awkwardly shaped weapon towards his head. He jumped lithely over the blow and delivered a fearsome roundhouse kick to the mans head. The helmet shattered and the dead face beneath was visible for a split second. Then there was silence... He knew there must have been shouting, explosions, screams, but he heard nothing. His hands found their way towards two metallic hand grips. There was no more intent, no more choice, there was nothing... Pistol... He pointed his outstretched arm, and there was death. The first shot hit a man in the unarmored area beneath his chin. A quick dash and a devastating punch through a visor, a flick of his finger, another dead man. He pointed behind himself without looking, pulled the... trigger... Yet another lost soul. He found himself dropping quickly to the ground while a hail of projectiles screamed over his head. Bullets... As he hit the ground he placed another shot into an ankle. As the target fell sideways his heart was pierced by another bullet before he could impact the ground. He righted himself quickly, a roll backwards followed by an acrobatic flip. He found himself behind his final enemy. The last bullet went through the mans throat, the body slumped to the ground like an abandoned marionnette. He was running again, and slowly sound returned. His feet pounding the ground in a regular rhythm. His breathing easy, unlabored, his heartbeat slow, controlled. then there was the night sky and the silver beacon in the same spot it had been when he left. His pistol was drawn for some reason, it was aiming skyward. His back still to the muddy river bed. He could see forever down the sight of that barrel, he could see destiny. His finger played an odd melody on his instrument of death. The jungle came alive.

02-27-2005, 05:35 PM	#333
SephirothSama Soooo.... WATCH OUT! Join Date: Aug 2004 Location: Right behind you. Posts: 53	Yay! Another one!! This is a request from NPF member Cloud Strife. He wanted a Neko Cloud holding the Murasame (one of the optional weapons in the game)!! I used a bit of a cuter style to add to the kitty effect! ^-^ Yay! Well, here ya go Cloud Strife! ~SephirothSama~ PS: Funny, random fact about this picture: I drew 99% of this drawing by candlelight (the other 1%, light was used to erase the final lines, clean up and finishing touches)! Why? Because I'm wierd!! Yay! Attached Images __________________ OMG! BACK!? AND ACTUALLY POSTING THINGS!? WHAT MOCKERY IS THIS!? Derpies is highly contagious. The more you know. nod Last edited by SephirothSama; 02-27-2005 at 05:40 PM.

03-02-2005, 09:31 AM	#336
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703	Posters I have made in my spare time

03-06-2005, 01:09 PM	#339
mammothtank We make good team! Join Date: Oct 2004 Location: kicks Iowa Posts: 1,722	And now, the continuation of Dynamite Blows Stuff Up. I present: Dynamite's Quest! Thanks to ImageShack for Free Image Hosting Last edited by mammothtank; 03-06-2005 at 01:17 PM.

03-06-2005, 09:42 AM	#338
Dante Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Nov 2003 Location: Crushing the weak beneath the iron jackboots of tyranny Posts: 7,703