I like my transition from story whoring to dev whoring XD

Well, here's an idea at my proper sort of drawings

Rhys Lightspark

I'm such a whore XD

Niceeeee.
He does draw a lot better on pen and paper.

Also, Not to draw away from anything, but i actually have an award for english literature.
I got a massive shield for it.
It was satisfying.

See you, and your English lit. skills!

....

I got nothin

mmmmmmm

Bragging rights.
They do satisfy me.

*art pimp slap*

Yeah... totaly

Meh, you can draw.
I have a few book ideas but no real commitment.
Still, If i did, it would be good.

Actually those drawings are pretty good, the average person probably can't even color those pics in properly lol.

I'm not all that good at drawing my own things. But on occasion I've been known to be able to up-size drawings without a grid.

In yr8 we had to upsize any picture from A4 to A3. And there was this one picture of a dragon that I really liked, so I upsized it to A2 instead. It was great. I loved it. But I can't colour in, so i didn't. I got an award for it in an assembly. But then I never saw it again. :(

In case anyone wants to see how I write, I have some old samples of just random ideas, one is the "Rough Draft" of the zombie story, it's completely different now, and the other literally comes from me typing without paying attention, just the first thing that comes to mind
NB this was written a good year ago, and contains a good bit of swearing because CLEARLY swearing makes things BETTER >:O

Zombie

Of to a bad start.

He ran through the empty building, the bag on his back felt like a dead weight, the cans made too much noise for his ears. He stopped to catch his breath and look around the corner. All was quiet and empty.

A month ago he was in this very building when those things first attacked. He was doing an Art course in the University of Ulster, in fact he was near the art department right now.

He stepped into the room, glancing around. Empty, apart from the blood and what remained of a few bodys.

"Oh God..." he covered his mouth and nose as the smell of rotting flesh met him. A smell he should have been well used to by now. He had been trapped in his University for at least a month now, he had set up 'base' with three of the surviving students, and it was his turn to collect food from the kitchens. He passed through the art block every time, but the smell still got to him, as did the sight of his friends remains.

Shaking his head he continued on, through the room and onto the stairwell. as he left the room and got on the first step, he caught a glimpse of a bald, rotting head. A head that turned towards him.

"f**k!" he hissed, before going up the stairs as fast and quietly as he could, holding his axe tight in one hand. He reached the second most top floor and slipped into the room, locking it securely behind him. He put an ear to it for a few seconds to hear if any of the creatures had followed him, satisfied that they had not, he continued in. The hallway to the Teacher's lounge was clean, but only because they had realized that the blood attracted the creatures. The hall also severed as their last wall of defense. He got to the door of the lounge, knocked three times and waited.

There was a click and the door swung open, revealing a curley haired man.

"Marc, hurry up, get in." he prompted.

Waisting no time, Marc hurried through the door, letting the man close the door behind him. " I was able to get a good amount, but we're gonna run out, man. Then what? Do we run or find an alternate food source?"

The man was about to answer when a voice came from behind a seat, "Sammi? Is that Marc back?"

"Yeah, I'm back Kaye. D'you want to take the food?"

"Sure," a girl got up from behind the chair and moved towards the two, taking Marc's bag and walking of into another part of the room.

"Okay, now take a seat and we'll think about what to do" said Sam as she left.

"Right," Marc sat in one of the plush chairs in the room, Sam sitting in the one opposite " as I said, the food situation is grim, we've got about two more weeks of food then we're dry. Water is still, thankfully, plentiful and fresh, so we've still got liquid."

"Hmm..." Sam sighed "We've only got one option. Once the food runs out, we wait as long as we can while devising a way to get out of here. I still have all the keys for this place, so we can get on the roof and scan the area, see the best way out."

"Damn... but I guess it's the best plan we got. Also, I saw a zombie on the stairwell. It was about two floors down from the Art block, but I think it may have seen me."

"Oh, you've gotta be shittin' me. Tell me you are."

"Sorry, but I'm serious. Hopefully it was only attracted to the smell of the Art room, smells like a slaughter house. But if it's on the stairwell..."

"Then there's more of 'em still down there" Sam finished. "... f**k."

"Yeah... well, we may as well get going to see what's for dinner today."

The two got up and walked into the other room where Kaye was with another girl, Jeanette.

"So, did I find edible things?"

"As edible as you can get in a school," Jeanette replied "Looks like more sugary junk food and ready cooked meat. Luckily we don't have to cook either of those."

"Good, well shall we eat?" asked Sam.

"Lets".
***
After they had eaten, it had already become late, Marc only realized how long he took after noticing how dark the room had become. He currently sat on guard as the others tried their best to sleep. He turned his head to look at them.

Samuel Bunting, twenty one, an old friend. He was taking a Degree course in Medicine, Marc had found him in the science block trying to fight off about five zombies using various chemicals around the room.

Kaye Macleod, eighteen, taking a course in law and politics, found her in the cafeteria after she almost attacked Sammi.

Finally Jennette Vasquez, twenty, a Hispanic girl taking a course in Journalism she was the one who thought of the teacher's lounge as a safe haven, as it was also the place the other thre found her.

Marc McAuley himself was nineteen, and was taking a course in art and was the only one in the small classroom to have made it out alive. He had found Sammi a few hours after getting out of the classroom.

He was also very on edge, waiting for the inevitable sound of rotting hand hitting the door beyond. He sat in silence for several hours, the only sound was the light snoring from Sammi. Keeping his hearing towards the door, he stood up and looked out the window. The sun was starting to rise again. If the city hasn't destroyed it could be an amazing sight, but the sun only highlighted the destruction and showed where the creatures roamed the streets looking for fresh meat.

Marc sighed, everyone thought so little of the city, but now that it was pretty much gone, he missed it, having to get up at six in the morning to get to Uni, staying up 'till five in the morning playing video games... "I hate the night shift... makes me think too much".

Just as he muttered that, a solid, wet thud hit the outer door.

"f**k."

Never noticed the expletive blocker before XD

Part 2, I think this was supposed to be set in some form of crazy future thing... I really can't remember... it's an odd yet, I think, interesting idea

Random typings

I carefully moved down the corridor, the buildings nice exterior doesn’t hide the fact that this is a dangerous place. I’d done enough research to be able to move down the corridors enough to, even if I had got seen, to not need to hide… it’ll only make the reason I’m here harder to get to…

I reach the door. A plain brown wood, but I know it’s covering a sheet of compressed steel. However, there is a handle on the outside… not the inside.

No one in the corridor, so I can be careful. Back to the door, I turn with it as it opens, and a large book hits the wall behind me. Good thing I moved.

I come out from behind the door, hands in the air, hoping she knows I mean to harm… she skitters back into the room, eyes wide and fearful. I step back and pick up her book, keeping my eyes on her. I move into her room, closing the door behind me, setting the book on a nearby table.

Saying anything won’t change her mind, I know this, so I zip down the over coat. I’m glad she recognizes the symbol.
“I’m here to help”

“H-how would I know that. One of you fucks could know that symbol”

“I guess all I can do is make you trust me.” I slip out of the white suit and kneel before her, putting my hands in the air again. “Please, let me help. However I can.”

“…” she comes to the realization that I am here to help. And falls to her cot, crying.

I get up and sit beside her, putting my arm over her shoulder. She freezes, but only for a second, then grabs me around the waist and cries into my chest.

“It’s okay. Let it out. No one can hear you but me” after a while, she calms down, “Now then… how can I help you”

“J-just get m-me ou-ut.” She whimpers

“Don’t worry, we’re going home.”

“How, t-the win-windows f-fake…”

“You think we would get you out without knowing that?” I moved towards the blank wall that went towards the outside of the complex, a thick sheet of plastic to show the outside. Seventy foot drop or a Ten foot climb… taking out a short blade I slashed at the plastic. Not a scratch. “Option Two” a small vile of pale-yellow liquid, opened it and splashed it over the plastic, right away the acid got to work, and ate through the sheet. Okay, time to go.”

We climb through the window, the outside design was almost asking to be climbed. “Think you can do it?”
“Of course”
We slipped up the wall, clambering up to the roof. Five others were there as well, with their girls.

“These the only ones…”

“Yes… all the others were taken already…”