I forgot about the one this month. Perhaps I'll enter next month's instead, if there is one?

If I do, I look forward to competing against you all.

Tragedy.
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Green eyes stared longingly out of a grimy window, seeming to flicker back and forth at every small shifting of movement in the dirt surrounding the small cabin. Well, truth be told, the eyes weren't entirely green. One would say from looking at them that the edges interlaced with brown strands, weaving a very unique web of color. A strange pattering sound began, and at first it wasn't noticeable, the sound blending into the background. This was until the strange pattering sound hit into the window, causing small specks of water to appear, draining down the window, taking rivulets of the dirt with it. This pooled at the bottom of the sill for a moment, before breaking over, spilling down onto the ground in a cascade of moisture. There was a sudden BOOM in the background, causing her to jump and be knocked out of her reverie.
Eve let forth a small sigh, raising her arms over her head and stretching, chin falling into her hand as she continued gazing out of the window. She knew exactly what she was waiting for...and hoped she'd be left waiting. A strange howling sound began outside, and the rain picked up in tempo and force, seeming to compose a strange sonnet of nature for her, a loud crack of thunder ringing out gloriously once more. Were she in a better mood, she may have hummed a small tune, the rain always lifting her spirits.

Unfortunately, she was not in a better mood.

Eve shook her head, shivering from something that wasn't cold. Her pale hand slid into her Cargo pocket, pulling out a small white box. She flicked it open, a multitude of small sticks of different sizes and colors inside. She pulled one out, snapping it shut, pressing it to the side of the box and running it across, the friction igniting the end into flame, casting a warm light throughout the small room.
Orange met the black of the night, and suddenly a cheery light was cast about the small room, the stubby white candle perched ever diligently upon its plain, unadorned brass holder, tarnished from use. She grabbed the handle, holding both the match and the candle as she left the room. Outside, lightning met earth once more, a loud BANG sounding as if it was right in her ear, and she almost dropped the candle. Quickly striding out of the room that had made her so jumpy, she caught her own eye on a mirror as she walked past the "bathroom", and suddenly stopped, taking a moment to inspect herself. She looked incredibly tired, large purple circles seeming chiseled permanently into her face beneath her unique eyes. She had a notably pale complexion, her light brown hair flowing gently to just below shoulder height, and suddenly she seemed distressed. She drew nearer to the mirror, feeling the soft, fragile skin beneath her eyes. The rings were enlarging by the day, she needed to get more sleep. As if on cue, a massive yawn floated out of her, feeling as if all the muscles in her body tightened and then relaxed. She looked in the mirror once more, allowing herself a vain moment. She had a pretty face, her pale skin soft and smooth. She was five foot six inches, and never wore heels to accentuate the fact. She gave a small smile to herself, shaking her head slightly so her silky hair fell to frame her face. She turned around, instantly angry with herself. She loped out to the kitchen, candle light flickering as she moved, setting said candle on the makeshift table. Wishing she didn't have quite as much time to think as she did, she focused her attention to the rain with a wistful smile. The pattering was fading slightly now; and there was no more thunder. She sat in a chair.

How long had she been stranded on this damn island, waiting? She'd lost track after the first few weeks.
It had started a month ago, rumors of disappearances. The government capped it. That didn't last long. People started disappearing from their houses at night, until it got to the point where no one felt safe, even with a loaded gun next to their bed. People huddled together, screams ringing out in the middle of the night. There was no stopping what was happening. It had been spreading.
So what exactly WAS "it"? No one knew. The government gave illusions of knowing, but no one truly knew what was happening.

New York City was the first to fall.

Reports were everywhere. Flooding the internet, broadcast on every television channel. There was no stopping the reports. Buildings burning, foundations crumbling. The sky was cast an ugly grey.

And then, a picture came up.

It was one of THEM.

The entire country was thrown into an uproar. No, not the Country. The WORLD was thrown into an uproar.

The image was blurry, but what the creature was was obvious. It stood at seven feet tall, and had a humanoid shape. It had a strange, iridescent bright red skin similar to that of an ambulance light. It looked directly at the camera. Perhaps look isn't the right way to describe it. Its eyes seemed to bore through the picture and directly into one's soul, the pure hatred seen there evident through the grains.
Soon, more pictures began cropping up, and more reports. Paris, Melbourne, Sydney, Moscow and more. The major cities were falling prey to this threat no one could find. That's when why she was here happened...

She remembered the encounter clear as day. She had sat wide-eyed in her bed, knees huddled against her chest, chin on her knees, as screams rang out through the night. Suddenly, there was a noise just outside her window. She instinctively dove from her bed, right as the window exploded, a red blur flitting into her room. She dove out the broken window and slid down the adjacent tree, landing on a lush, green ground, struck in horror at the scene before her. There was a pile of bodies, directly in the center of the cul-de-sac. It stood directly atop the pile, staring right at her. What happened next was a blur. The creature emitted a loud shriek, its red skin flowing, like magma as it suddenly flew towards her, and she ducked, rolling forwards, feeling heat sear the top of her head. She sprinted down the street, bare feet slapping against the cement sidewalk as she leapt a short white picket fence, ducking into a house as the blur sped past her. She threw open a likely looking door, which led into a garage. She grabbed keys off a shelf, jumped into the car, and twisted the ignition. The car sputtered to life as she threw it into drive and slammed down on the gas, breaking through the garage door, slamming into something, the car instantly dying. She got out of the car cautiously. Its carcass was on the road. She turned to look at the car - - - the entire front section had caved in, bubbling. It had been a damn good car, too- - a Mercedes, sleek and black. That was when she heard the white noise, looking up to a black helicopter descending from the night sky. She panted for air, the adrenaline rush wearing off and leaving her drained, scared, and confused as she collapsed to the ground. When she awoke, it was to an odd sound, which she immediately recognized as a song, stirring into consciousness.
"Come ride with me...through the veins of history..."
She sat up slowly, trying to figure out where she was, eyes fluttering open.
"I'll show you a god...who falls asleep on the job..."
She groaned as she tried to clear her head, seeing only black as she looked around. Suddenly the lights turned on and she had to close her eyes again, her pupils dilating slowly.
"And how can we win, If fools can be kings....don't waste your time, or time will waste----"
the song shut off with a click as her eyes slowly opened again.
"Where..."
She was immediately cut off.
"How did you do it?"
The sudden male voice made her stop and think for a moment, looking directly into someone's chest, realizing she was in a hospital setting.
"Do..wha---"
"Don't mess with me. How the HELL did you kill that creature?"
She groaned, the memory rushing back to her. What ensued was complete and utter chaos. With information on the creatures, they were traced back to an island.

This island was where she currently was, investigating the source. What they didn't know was something they'd never find out...because it was already too late.

The creatures hadn't come from outer space. They weren't aliens, or zombies. They'd come from the earth. Only not from the surface. They lived in the mantle, much as the way humans lived on the crust. And they were no longer on the island. They were reclaiming their planet.

As Eve looked out the window, she gasped, seeing exactly what she didn't want to see---a strange, white light. She sprinted outside, in tears as a sun bloomed in the midnight sky, mushrooming upwards. She cursed the island, she cursed the creatures, and she cursed humanity as she looked up and saw an object dropping from the sky, everything bloomed red and orange, and her vision grayed out.

Lyrics (C) the band Muse, From the song Knights of Cydonia

It's a pretty cool program. I fooled around for around 5 minutes and came up with this.

What do you think? can you tell what it is?

be happy for me, it's the CROTCH KICK COLLAB!

it looks good so far. I'm actually putting a lotta work into this, I don't want to let my co-collaborators down. I was surprised at how damn hard it was to make someone running that looked good at 30 fps.\

so far, my part's lookin good. I hope to push it to around 15-25 seconds, i hope it's not too short. if you think about it, for a simple 15 seconds of animation at that framerate i would need 450 frames of actual animation, or 750 for 25, which would be almost as many frames as one of my older full-length animations. I better hope that my determination holds out because I had to download the free trial of CS4 (i like CS3 better but it doesn't work on vista) on which i have 27 days left. So if I do an average of 30 frames a day I'll get it done.

Wish me luck!

bahamalama out

It's a doom video. Shower me with your love.

Also, the text is useless without high quality, so i'll put it here.

Hello. This is just a short little recording of me beating the par time on map 24 of jump maze v5. Stick around and I'll show you the little....easter egg....in the back of the train.

Also, I realize that this level is EXTREMELY easy.

After the main part:

And there you have it. I just destroyed the par time on map 24 of jump maze. And now, for that easter egg.....

Well. Shit....

=(

I was starting work on an RPG, but now I CAN'T....
anyone know of another place where I can talk to people about flash on a forum?
serves me right for saying that there's a way to download a keygen.

as the title would lead one to believe, I'm getting back into flash. H.U.R.A.N.U.? It was kinda crap. Also, the file corrupted. Out the window with that.
So yeah, by 'getting back into flash' I don't mean back into making animations. All of mine were horrible, and no one liked them anyways. I am kinda starting to make little animated GIF's for fun, I'll but some here every now and then, I suppose...

Here's one I made in.....10, 12 minutes? For my friend. I suck at drawing drum sticks. Sorry.

Yes, the text says 'rock band' there are meant to be flames and rain in the background, that white stuff is whatever you want it to be, the lightning effect didn't turn out so well.

Also, I made my new avatar as well, which was a lot better than this one. Hence the reason it's my avitar. If you want to know how to make these, leave a comment......

If you're reading this, I thank you.

EDIT: If you'd like one, I can make one for you. drop me a comment.

So flash CS3 is crapping out on me. Whenever I go to load a flash, the entire screen goes white, and my computer locks up....

Sorry for sounding like a hyperactive 8-year-old in some of my previous posts, my friends can influence me in scary ways.

Anyways, H.U.R.A.N.U. is on hold, not that anyone wanted to see it.

See that rock'n blurb signature? Confusing? Indeed. I made it up On TeH fLy. IT'S AWESOME. Just so you you you you you -breaks record- know, my friend and I are making a flash about all of you jerks leaving mean reviews on mah flshas. It's called How useless reviews affect NG users, or H.U.R.A.N.U. See ya then....NOW FINISH YOUR TATERS!

^^^^^^^^^^^I totally made that phrase up.

for the few who care, it's out- the lines of escape demo. Wondering why all my titles have line in them? no? oh well. It's because of one of the things that inspired me to animate-a guy who made a simple flash of lines, telling a short tale tell me who it is and i'll dedicate a part of my flash to you. his animation is in experimental flash.