http://browse.deviantart.com/contests/?order=9&q=frozen+falls deviantART RSS for boost:popular in:contests frozen falls en-us Copyright 2013, deviantART.com Thu, 23 May 2013 01:27:52 PDT deviantART.com http://blogs.law.harvard.edu/tech/rss http://st.deviantart.net/minish/widgets/apple-touch-icon-precomposed.png http://frozenstarro.deviantart.com/art/Dreamfall-144873642 http://frozenstarro.deviantart.com/art/Dreamfall-144873642 Thu, 26 Nov 2009 13:56:09 PST Dreamfall nonadult contests/2009/wacomdreams FrozenStarRo http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/r/frozenstarro.png?2 Copyright 2009-2013 *FrozenStarRo @frozenstarro

Trying to get a perspective feel to it

Mostly inspired by dreams I used to have a while back. I used to either fall quickly to sure death or float gently downwards. I guess it had to do with my mood. I later found out dreams of falling are often associated with fear and insecurities. It could be used to have them in my darker days.
Title inspired by the game Dreamfall: The Longest Journey.

There's no watermark on it cause it's a contest rule, but I would greatly appreciate it if people refrained from taking it. Yeah, really!

Stock:
~Tess-Stock [link]
=evile33 [link]
clock is my own stock
sky (2 images), bird, key, some hair brushes purchased at renderosity
birdcage and pocket watch stock bought at dreamstime ]]>

Trying to get a perspective feel to it

Mostly inspired by dreams I used to have a while back. I used to either fall quickly to sure death or float gently downwards. I guess it had to do with my mood. I later found out dreams of falling are often associated with fear and insecurities. It could be used to have them in my darker days.
Title inspired by the game Dreamfall: The Longest Journey.

There's no watermark on it cause it's a contest rule, but I would greatly appreciate it if people refrained from taking it. Yeah, really!

Stock:
~Tess-Stock [link]
=evile33 [link]
clock is my own stock
sky (2 images), bird, key, some hair brushes purchased at renderosity
birdcage and pocket watch stock bought at dreamstime

]]> http://justinderosa.deviantart.com/art/Arctic-Inferno-150314531 http://justinderosa.deviantart.com/art/Arctic-Inferno-150314531 Wed, 13 Jan 2010 15:30:13 PST Arctic Inferno nonadult contests/2010/sonycalendar JustinDeRosa http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/j/u/justinderosa.jpg?2 Copyright 2010-2013 *JustinDeRosa
frozen lake at falls twp. i couldnt feel my hands at this point

edit on 5-20-10

i wasnt happy with it, so i tweaked it some more.

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frozen lake at falls twp. i couldnt feel my hands at this point

edit on 5-20-10

i wasnt happy with it, so i tweaked it some more.

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more from the same day:

]]> http://justinderosa.deviantart.com/art/Ice-Valley-150382371 http://justinderosa.deviantart.com/art/Ice-Valley-150382371 Thu, 14 Jan 2010 08:33:54 PST Ice Valley nonadult contests/2010/sonycalendar JustinDeRosa http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/j/u/justinderosa.jpg?2 Copyright 2010-2013 *JustinDeRosa
my hands were numb and felt like they were going to fall off at this point, but it was definitely worth it. the frozen lake was awesome

ive never seen the sky so nice before

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my hands were numb and felt like they were going to fall off at this point, but it was definitely worth it. the frozen lake was awesome

ive never seen the sky so nice before

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]]> http://daniellek.deviantart.com/art/The-Little-Match-Girl-100755309 http://daniellek.deviantart.com/art/The-Little-Match-Girl-100755309 Tue, 14 Oct 2008 15:17:43 PDT The Little Match Girl nonadult contests/2008/solidarity daniellek http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/d/a/daniellek.jpg?2 Copyright 2008-2013 ~daniellek a detail shot of the girl: [link]

The little match girl
By: Hans Christian Andersen

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.

Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's eve. Yes, she thought of that!

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.

Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.

She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant's home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.

"Now someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.

She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"Grandmother!" cried the child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!"

And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.

But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.

"She wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.





An entry for the wonderful Solidarity Contest: [link] held by the lovely

I know of this story from my childhood. I had a tape of the ballet of the story and I was always touched by it... that a little girl like had died in a pretty horrible way.

sad thing is that something like that isn't just a story... I didn't hear of a child frozen to death while working, but I have heard of children in danger because of their jobs... cases where they had to work to survive or help their families... millions over millions of children around the world, in every country.

Since the first thing I thought of when I saw this contest was this story I couldn't help but draw it. And also search a bit about working children. And I got to this site pretty quickly which seemed to have a great cause so i had to include it with this picture. It has a way to prevent cases like this or so very different in the details but can sadly lead to the same result from happening. [link]
If you can take a look at all the site.

"the founders of the Movement identified 12 priority rights for the struggle against exploitation and the worst forms of child labour, and set up a programme for the promotion of these rights. Among them are; The right to be taught a trade, The right to stay in the village (not to migrate), The right to light and limited work, The right to play, The right to learn to read and write and The right to self expression and to form organizations"........"The Movement is made of local groups, national associations and a regional commission. They work together to strengthen solidarity and win respect from local populations and government."

So! some stock was used:
wall 1:[link]
wall 2: [link]
lamp: [link] ]]> a detail shot of the girl: [link]

The little match girl
By: Hans Christian Andersen

It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. Evening came on, the last evening of the year. In the cold and gloom a poor little girl, bareheaded and barefoot, was walking through the streets. Of course when she had left her house she'd had slippers on, but what good had they been? They were very big slippers, way too big for her, for they belonged to her mother. The little girl had lost them running across the road, where two carriages had rattled by terribly fast. One slipper she'd not been able to find again and a boy had run off with the other, saying he could use it very well as a cradle some day when he had children of his own. And so the little girl walked on her naked feet, which were quite red and blue with the cold. In an old apron she carried several packages of matches, and she held a box of them in her hand. No one had bought any from her all day long, and no one had given her a cent.

Shivering with cold and hunger, she crept along, a picture of misery, poor little girl! The snowflakes fell on her long fair hair, which hung in pretty curls over her neck. In all the windows lights were shining, and there was a wonderful smell of roast goose, for it was New Year's eve. Yes, she thought of that!

In a corner formed by two houses, one of which projected farther out into the street than the other, she sat down and drew up her little feet under her. She was getting colder and colder, but did not dare to go home, for she had sold no matches, nor earned a single cent, and her father would surely beat her. Besides, it was cold at home, for they had nothing over them but a roof through which the wind whistled even though the biggest cracks had been stuffed with straw and rags.

Her hands were almost dead with cold. Oh, how much one little match might warm her! If she could only take one from the box and rub it against the wall and warm her hands. She drew one out. R-r-ratch! How it sputtered and burned! It made a warm, bright flame, like a little candle, as she held her hands over it; but it gave a strange light! It really seemed to the little girl as if she were sitting before a great iron stove with shining brass knobs and a brass cover. How wonderfully the fire burned! How comfortable it was! The youngster stretched out her feet to warm them too; then the little flame went out, the stove vanished, and she had only the remains of the burnt match in her hand.

She struck another match against the wall. It burned brightly, and when the light fell upon the wall it became transparent like a thin veil, and she could see through it into a room. On the table a snow-white cloth was spread, and on it stood a shining dinner service. The roast goose steamed gloriously, stuffed with apples and prunes. And what was still better, the goose jumped down from the dish and waddled along the floor with a knife and fork in its breast, right over to the little girl. Then the match went out, and she could see only the thick, cold wall. She lighted another match. Then she was sitting under the most beautiful Christmas tree. It was much larger and much more beautiful than the one she had seen last Christmas through the glass door at the rich merchant's home. Thousands of candles burned on the green branches, and colored pictures like those in the printshops looked down at her. The little girl reached both her hands toward them. Then the match went out. But the Christmas lights mounted higher. She saw them now as bright stars in the sky. One of them fell down, forming a long line of fire.

"Now someone is dying," thought the little girl, for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now dead, had told her that when a star fell down a soul went up to God.

She rubbed another match against the wall. It became bright again, and in the glow the old grandmother stood clear and shining, kind and lovely.

"Grandmother!" cried the child. "Oh, take me with you! I know you will disappear when the match is burned out. You will vanish like the warm stove, the wonderful roast goose and the beautiful big Christmas tree!"

And she quickly struck the whole bundle of matches, for she wished to keep her grandmother with her. And the matches burned with such a glow that it became brighter than daylight. Grandmother had never been so grand and beautiful. She took the little girl in her arms, and both of them flew in brightness and joy above the earth, very, very high, and up there was neither cold, nor hunger, nor fear-they were with God.

But in the corner, leaning against the wall, sat the little girl with red cheeks and smiling mouth, frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. The New Year's sun rose upon a little pathetic figure. The child sat there, stiff and cold, holding the matches, of which one bundle was almost burned.

"She wanted to warm herself," the people said. No one imagined what beautiful things she had seen, and how happily she had gone with her old grandmother into the bright New Year.





An entry for the wonderful Solidarity Contest: [link] held by the lovely

I know of this story from my childhood. I had a tape of the ballet of the story and I was always touched by it... that a little girl like had died in a pretty horrible way.

sad thing is that something like that isn't just a story... I didn't hear of a child frozen to death while working, but I have heard of children in danger because of their jobs... cases where they had to work to survive or help their families... millions over millions of children around the world, in every country.

Since the first thing I thought of when I saw this contest was this story I couldn't help but draw it. And also search a bit about working children. And I got to this site pretty quickly which seemed to have a great cause so i had to include it with this picture. It has a way to prevent cases like this or so very different in the details but can sadly lead to the same result from happening. [link]
If you can take a look at all the site.

"the founders of the Movement identified 12 priority rights for the struggle against exploitation and the worst forms of child labour, and set up a programme for the promotion of these rights. Among them are; The right to be taught a trade, The right to stay in the village (not to migrate), The right to light and limited work, The right to play, The right to learn to read and write and The right to self expression and to form organizations"........"The Movement is made of local groups, national associations and a regional commission. They work together to strengthen solidarity and win respect from local populations and government."

So! some stock was used:
wall 1:[link]
wall 2: [link]
lamp: [link]

]]> http://cynnalia.deviantart.com/art/Catastrophe-on-the-Prowl-200020589 http://cynnalia.deviantart.com/art/Catastrophe-on-the-Prowl-200020589 Sun, 06 Mar 2011 18:36:54 PST Catastrophe on the Prowl nonadult contests/2011/fotolia Cynnalia http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/y/cynnalia.jpg?4 Copyright 2011-2013 *Cynnalia
It was definitely a challenge to incorporate these three disparate elements and make them come together in a cohesive story. To add to the difficulty, only stock from your own resources or #StockProject can be used.

However, I did find the gorgeous ice waterfall photo in #StockProject's gallery and from there, everything seemed to fall into place, both visually and thematically.

As if time is frozen, humanity consumes resources at a prodigious rate - we cannot keep doing this without consequences. In a world of disasters, the tiger of destruction strides towards us from flame and ice, our bounty frozen and discarded. Can we put the tiger back in its cage?

Credits:
All stock is from #StockProject or my own private resources.
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It was definitely a challenge to incorporate these three disparate elements and make them come together in a cohesive story. To add to the difficulty, only stock from your own resources or #StockProject can be used.

However, I did find the gorgeous ice waterfall photo in #StockProject's gallery and from there, everything seemed to fall into place, both visually and thematically.

As if time is frozen, humanity consumes resources at a prodigious rate - we cannot keep doing this without consequences. In a world of disasters, the tiger of destruction strides towards us from flame and ice, our bounty frozen and discarded. Can we put the tiger back in its cage?

Credits:
All stock is from #StockProject or my own private resources.
Required:

Background:

]]> http://zhourules.deviantart.com/art/Hard-Rain-259381372 http://zhourules.deviantart.com/art/Hard-Rain-259381372 Tue, 20 Sep 2011 14:40:48 PDT Hard Rain nonadult contests/2011/gow ZhouRules http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/z/h/zhourules.jpg Copyright 2011-2013 *ZhouRules @zhourules
I love to paint things like rain and snow. It gives a lot of depth to a piece. And it adds a mood. I really like how this one came out. It's one of those rare times where it actually comes out better than you imagined instead of worse. I wanted to incorporate rain into one of my entries because I like all the levels in the game with the rain that kills you cuz its falling in frozen shards or whatever.

-ZhouRules (Chris Shehan)

My other entry


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I love to paint things like rain and snow. It gives a lot of depth to a piece. And it adds a mood. I really like how this one came out. It's one of those rare times where it actually comes out better than you imagined instead of worse. I wanted to incorporate rain into one of my entries because I like all the levels in the game with the rain that kills you cuz its falling in frozen shards or whatever.

-ZhouRules (Chris Shehan)

My other entry

]]> http://cliq.deviantart.com/art/Glacias-II-44597396 http://cliq.deviantart.com/art/Glacias-II-44597396 Tue, 12 Dec 2006 08:17:15 PST Glacias II nonadult contests/2006/exotikaii cliq http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/l/cliq.jpg?2 Copyright 2006-2013 ~cliq http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ Glacias II

Icy spears falling from the sky, illuminating the atmosphere. The time is frozen, bringing death and life together.


I remade Glacias as i didn't like it anymore.
So here we go, i think it's technical better than the first version, is more realistic and has more depth than the first version.

So i'm nearly satisfied with that piece.

Comments and Favs are appreciated.

Critiques is even more appreciated ]]> Glacias II

Icy spears falling from the sky, illuminating the atmosphere. The time is frozen, bringing death and life together.


I remade Glacias as i didn't like it anymore.
So here we go, i think it's technical better than the first version, is more realistic and has more depth than the first version.

So i'm nearly satisfied with that piece.

Comments and Favs are appreciated.

Critiques is even more appreciated

]]> http://easterncurrents.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-in-Time-41016392 http://easterncurrents.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-in-Time-41016392 Sat, 07 Oct 2006 12:00:01 PDT Frozen in Time nonadult contests/2006/afcwinter/afcphoto Easterncurrents http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/e/a/easterncurrents.jpg Copyright 2006-2013 ~Easterncurrents

]]> http://lattebleu.deviantart.com/art/Stuck-in-Amber-44269347 http://lattebleu.deviantart.com/art/Stuck-in-Amber-44269347 Wed, 06 Dec 2006 07:30:42 PST Stuck in Amber nonadult contests/2006/worldaidsday2006 LatteBleu http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/l/a/lattebleu.png?3 Copyright 2006-2013 ~LatteBleu My Story: Through the Microscope

A photographer holds his breath as he snaps a shot, and breathing is controlled in archery and shooting. In clinical microbiology, when you have the blood of a patient in one hand, and a syringe in another, double-gloving does little to alleviate the pressure. Your every movement and thought is on the task at hand, and when the syringe has been disposed of in the proper biohazard containers, you realise that you've been holding your breath all along.

There are times when I wonder why I bother going to the laboratory every day, with daily dangers lurking behind every sample and sharp objects. These are days when I watch my colleagues start bleeding at the gums due to who-knows-what exposure; days when someone tells you that their cancer is in remission but she wouldn't be coming back to continue the research that probably gave it to her; and days when another colleague has an incident involving test tubes full of patient blood, a cut on the skin, a trip to the ER, and a test for HIV.

And then there were days when carelessness caused me to be exposed to chemicals that flooded my trachea with phlegm, and put me in bed for three days. Breathing was difficult, and the lack of oxygen meant that every movement had to count.

There was also the horror of watching the spot of blood pool beneath the glove, after my hand was caught under the very heavy lid of a centrifuge. Frantic thoughts of "Did the glove break? What was done in that centrifuge, can it infect me? Where in the lab is a clean sink that I can go to clean up this wound?" mingled with concerns for my experiment (samples are hard to come by and I was working on that for several days), and the pain of a nail split halfway through on my thumb.

At the age of 24, I purchased a personal insurance policy so that if anything happened, my parents wouldn't have to fork out the cash to bury me. Life was dicey, and I couldn't figure out what I was doing, putting it on the line that way. I didn't want to go the way of my grandfather, a chemist whose lungs turned to sacs of water because of some chemical he inhaled on the job. It just didn't seem worthwhile.

And then one day, as I was making notes of some samples I was processing, I noticed that one patient had to undergo cerebrospinal fluid extraction over a period of several months. This likely meant that an infection was present, and the doctors or the diagnostic laboratory couldn't figure out what was wrong with this patient. It wasn't something they'd take on lightly, because the procedure isn't exactly a walk in the park. What messed me up then and now, was that the patient was only 6 months old at the time it all began... I had never cried about anything regarding work before then. Suddenly, hiding behind a labcoat and lurking in the warm confines of a laboratory isn't enough protection from the pain of a world made scary by unknowns, a world cruel by its very nature.

I took up microbiology because I wanted to make a difference, to help people and to learn more about this fascinating microscopic world. Reality has tempered my enthusiasm into resignation, but despite that, my original idealism survived. And it grew. I still want to find cures for what ails us all, to prevent diseases, to do things like alleviate the sufferings of those with HIV/AIDS. In my own small way, I intend to keep the promise I made to myself, my study, and humanity.

For those who are angry at the scientist, researchers and public health professionals for 'not doing anything', spare a kind thought for them, they know what it's like to hold their breath, putting their lives on hold, while the world rushes by.

I'm still holding mine, waiting for the other shoe to drop, watching for latent infections that would rear its ugly head one day. But when tomorrow comes, I will still walk into the laboratory and suit up in my labcoat and gloves. I need to do my job. Then, and only then, can I breathe easy.



About the poem
Stuck in Amber was drawn from my own experiences and thoughts about HIV/AIDS.

The first stanza is about the horror brought on by a laboratory accident. Suddenly, you realise how thin your skin is, and how the gloves won't help you and how you seem suddenly frozen in time.

The second stanza is about a flashback to a benefit concert meant to raise funds for people living with HIV/AIDS. The verse All's not as it seems is referring to the volunteers and performers at the benefit, who, despite their outward cheerfulness and party attitude, are totally aware of the seriousness of the situation. It also refers to the fact that the lead 'showgirl' is in daylight, a rather staid young accountant-type named Eric.

The third stanza is self-explanatory.

The fourth stanza goes back to the time-stop situation, but is referred to as being stuck in amber. Getting sick (or being suspected of infection) is rather like being yanked out of the real world; you fall into the cracks and merely exist. And you wonder when you can start actually living again. And oddly enough, the time-stop becomes somewhat comforting (a nest), despite its staticness, because the future seems like a scarier place to be in.

The fifth stanza makes reference to the fact that HIV is a virus, not just by name, but by action. Viruses are machine-like, their every action 'calculated' to provide the most efficient method of replication. Some paths would fail, and those would be replaced by better methods or machines. As a microbiologist, I am often stumped by comments of people saying that diseases are punishment for vices or unfaithful ways and that those infected are damned and should be shunned by all of society. Perhaps that was acceptable before we discovered the 'Germ Theory of Diseases', but in this day and age... Frankly, I'm stunned to speechlessness whenever I hear idiot talk about establishing islands where those infected could be banished. And then I get started on an unprintable round of ranting.

The sixth and final stanza had a few dual meanings. Amber to red refers to the traffic light system meaning "STOP!"; the fact that our vigilance has dropped the past few years, causing the situation to hit alarming red alert levels; and connecting the idea of being stuck in amber, to that of the issue of HIV/AIDS (red ribbon). Our fate refers our destiny, the old promise of a cure.


Prime Numbers
In this poem, I have hidden prime numbers.

The first 3 lines have 1 syllable each.
THe next 5 lines have 3 syllables each.
The next 7 lines have 5 syllables each.
And then 11 lines with 7 syllables each.

I'm not quite sure how that happened, but it did. ]]> My Story: Through the Microscope

A photographer holds his breath as he snaps a shot, and breathing is controlled in archery and shooting. In clinical microbiology, when you have the blood of a patient in one hand, and a syringe in another, double-gloving does little to alleviate the pressure. Your every movement and thought is on the task at hand, and when the syringe has been disposed of in the proper biohazard containers, you realise that you've been holding your breath all along.

There are times when I wonder why I bother going to the laboratory every day, with daily dangers lurking behind every sample and sharp objects. These are days when I watch my colleagues start bleeding at the gums due to who-knows-what exposure; days when someone tells you that their cancer is in remission but she wouldn't be coming back to continue the research that probably gave it to her; and days when another colleague has an incident involving test tubes full of patient blood, a cut on the skin, a trip to the ER, and a test for HIV.

And then there were days when carelessness caused me to be exposed to chemicals that flooded my trachea with phlegm, and put me in bed for three days. Breathing was difficult, and the lack of oxygen meant that every movement had to count.

There was also the horror of watching the spot of blood pool beneath the glove, after my hand was caught under the very heavy lid of a centrifuge. Frantic thoughts of "Did the glove break? What was done in that centrifuge, can it infect me? Where in the lab is a clean sink that I can go to clean up this wound?" mingled with concerns for my experiment (samples are hard to come by and I was working on that for several days), and the pain of a nail split halfway through on my thumb.

At the age of 24, I purchased a personal insurance policy so that if anything happened, my parents wouldn't have to fork out the cash to bury me. Life was dicey, and I couldn't figure out what I was doing, putting it on the line that way. I didn't want to go the way of my grandfather, a chemist whose lungs turned to sacs of water because of some chemical he inhaled on the job. It just didn't seem worthwhile.

And then one day, as I was making notes of some samples I was processing, I noticed that one patient had to undergo cerebrospinal fluid extraction over a period of several months. This likely meant that an infection was present, and the doctors or the diagnostic laboratory couldn't figure out what was wrong with this patient. It wasn't something they'd take on lightly, because the procedure isn't exactly a walk in the park. What messed me up then and now, was that the patient was only 6 months old at the time it all began... I had never cried about anything regarding work before then. Suddenly, hiding behind a labcoat and lurking in the warm confines of a laboratory isn't enough protection from the pain of a world made scary by unknowns, a world cruel by its very nature.

I took up microbiology because I wanted to make a difference, to help people and to learn more about this fascinating microscopic world. Reality has tempered my enthusiasm into resignation, but despite that, my original idealism survived. And it grew. I still want to find cures for what ails us all, to prevent diseases, to do things like alleviate the sufferings of those with HIV/AIDS. In my own small way, I intend to keep the promise I made to myself, my study, and humanity.

For those who are angry at the scientist, researchers and public health professionals for 'not doing anything', spare a kind thought for them, they know what it's like to hold their breath, putting their lives on hold, while the world rushes by.

I'm still holding mine, waiting for the other shoe to drop, watching for latent infections that would rear its ugly head one day. But when tomorrow comes, I will still walk into the laboratory and suit up in my labcoat and gloves. I need to do my job. Then, and only then, can I breathe easy.



About the poem
Stuck in Amber was drawn from my own experiences and thoughts about HIV/AIDS.

The first stanza is about the horror brought on by a laboratory accident. Suddenly, you realise how thin your skin is, and how the gloves won't help you and how you seem suddenly frozen in time.

The second stanza is about a flashback to a benefit concert meant to raise funds for people living with HIV/AIDS. The verse All's not as it seems is referring to the volunteers and performers at the benefit, who, despite their outward cheerfulness and party attitude, are totally aware of the seriousness of the situation. It also refers to the fact that the lead 'showgirl' is in daylight, a rather staid young accountant-type named Eric.

The third stanza is self-explanatory.

The fourth stanza goes back to the time-stop situation, but is referred to as being stuck in amber. Getting sick (or being suspected of infection) is rather like being yanked out of the real world; you fall into the cracks and merely exist. And you wonder when you can start actually living again. And oddly enough, the time-stop becomes somewhat comforting (a nest), despite its staticness, because the future seems like a scarier place to be in.

The fifth stanza makes reference to the fact that HIV is a virus, not just by name, but by action. Viruses are machine-like, their every action 'calculated' to provide the most efficient method of replication. Some paths would fail, and those would be replaced by better methods or machines. As a microbiologist, I am often stumped by comments of people saying that diseases are punishment for vices or unfaithful ways and that those infected are damned and should be shunned by all of society. Perhaps that was acceptable before we discovered the 'Germ Theory of Diseases', but in this day and age... Frankly, I'm stunned to speechlessness whenever I hear idiot talk about establishing islands where those infected could be banished. And then I get started on an unprintable round of ranting.

The sixth and final stanza had a few dual meanings. Amber to red refers to the traffic light system meaning "STOP!"; the fact that our vigilance has dropped the past few years, causing the situation to hit alarming red alert levels; and connecting the idea of being stuck in amber, to that of the issue of HIV/AIDS (red ribbon). Our fate refers our destiny, the old promise of a cure.


Prime Numbers
In this poem, I have hidden prime numbers.

The first 3 lines have 1 syllable each.
THe next 5 lines have 3 syllables each.
The next 7 lines have 5 syllables each.
And then 11 lines with 7 syllables each.

I'm not quite sure how that happened, but it did.

]]> http://harrietsfriend.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-Leaves-188616052 http://harrietsfriend.deviantart.com/art/Frozen-Leaves-188616052 Sun, 05 Dec 2010 14:26:44 PST Frozen Leaves nonadult contests/2010/sonycalendar harrietsfriend http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/h/a/harrietsfriend.jpg?2 Copyright 2010-2013 *harrietsfriend

]]> http://romgut.deviantart.com/art/Fresh-Snow-27838346 http://romgut.deviantart.com/art/Fresh-Snow-27838346 Tue, 17 Jan 2006 19:52:13 PST Fresh Snow nonadult contests/2006/winterdream romgut http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/r/o/romgut.jpg Copyright 2006-2013 ~romgut

]]> http://chuuko.deviantart.com/art/Mississippi-frozen-under-sun-164542692 http://chuuko.deviantart.com/art/Mississippi-frozen-under-sun-164542692 Tue, 18 May 2010 19:48:57 PDT Mississippi frozen under sun nonadult contests/2010/sony chuuko http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/h/chuuko.gif Copyright 2010-2013 ~chuuko It's easy to fall down when making these multi-shot panoramas in the snow on a hill. ]]> It's easy to fall down when making these multi-shot panoramas in the snow on a hill.

]]> http://filax666.deviantart.com/art/Grey-Love-28080651 http://filax666.deviantart.com/art/Grey-Love-28080651 Mon, 23 Jan 2006 12:49:04 PST Grey Love... nonadult contests/2006/dreaming Filax666 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/f/i/filax666.gif Copyright 2006-2013 ~Filax666 She came for my doom,
She came for my fall...
She came in my life
And then ruined it all...

She came for my death,
She came for my dawn,
And now I still wonder
Why I wasted it all...

I loved her more than anything else...
I loved her more than even myself...

What went wrong? / I can't say... / Now all's gone... / Blown away...
She was the rose,
The rose of black.
That said 'I love you'
And turned her back...

She was the light,
Shining up high.
She went away
But never really died...

I loved her more than anything else...
I loved her more than even myself..."


This is so deep, I don't think I understand it completely...I hope I don't break the contest's rules anywhere in this submission...although I don't think I'll win (there are some exceptionally good submissions to this...) I hope to be close to that...I hope...

EDIT:somethings I forgot to say:

Four tones of grey, entirely made on Phtoshop CS. The 'wrtten' part is a bit of a music I'm composing, about something that really happened (I'm not gonna tell ya...read the song and try to figure it out...) I wrote something else that was intended to be part of the submiision, but, in the end, it didn't really fit in the submission, so I ended up not posting it...anyway, as bonus, here it is:

"Her blood is frozen,
Her heart beats no more...
How can you say she's dead,
If she's never lived before?"

I written much more but this is the only one worthy showing...also, please don't criticise these 'writings/poems" much, because I'm portuguese and only 14, therefor I lack some knowledge in English ]]> She came for my doom,
She came for my fall...
She came in my life
And then ruined it all...

She came for my death,
She came for my dawn,
And now I still wonder
Why I wasted it all...

I loved her more than anything else...
I loved her more than even myself...

What went wrong? / I can't say... / Now all's gone... / Blown away...
She was the rose,
The rose of black.
That said 'I love you'
And turned her back...

She was the light,
Shining up high.
She went away
But never really died...

I loved her more than anything else...
I loved her more than even myself..."


This is so deep, I don't think I understand it completely...I hope I don't break the contest's rules anywhere in this submission...although I don't think I'll win (there are some exceptionally good submissions to this...) I hope to be close to that...I hope...

EDIT:somethings I forgot to say:

Four tones of grey, entirely made on Phtoshop CS. The 'wrtten' part is a bit of a music I'm composing, about something that really happened (I'm not gonna tell ya...read the song and try to figure it out...) I wrote something else that was intended to be part of the submiision, but, in the end, it didn't really fit in the submission, so I ended up not posting it...anyway, as bonus, here it is:

"Her blood is frozen,
Her heart beats no more...
How can you say she's dead,
If she's never lived before?"

I written much more but this is the only one worthy showing...also, please don't criticise these 'writings/poems" much, because I'm portuguese and only 14, therefor I lack some knowledge in English

]]> http://tehgratejt.deviantart.com/art/The-8th-Ex-Fallback-176959388 http://tehgratejt.deviantart.com/art/The-8th-Ex-Fallback-176959388 Thu, 26 Aug 2010 20:09:20 PDT The 8th Ex Fallback nonadult contests/2010/pilgrim TehgrateJT http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/t/e/tehgratejt.gif?12 Copyright 2010-2013 ~TehgrateJT
The two were lovebirds in the purest sense during Ramona's 8th grade year. He was a Senior at their school. As madly as they loved each other, Isaac was about to graduate, and go on to his higher education. It was only prudent to end the relationship prior.

They moved on, and Isaac's life went well, until his brother was killed as the result of an accident. He rested in peace, but his bill collectors did not. They, with college, credit, funeral, and taxes, began to hound Isaac, instead.

He was able to maintain a monthly payment good enough to stave off anyone who haunted him. He made other ends meet, and even moved on to another beautiful, warm-hearted woman in that time.

However, he discovered an old textbook of his brother's, which set him too far back to complete his payment for half a year. He woke one day to a horrid sight.

Repo men, standing out his door.

They assessed all the goods in the house, and just as they laid their callused, strong hands upon the couch...

"Stop!" Rang out from the doorway.

An average-looking man, about Isaac's height stood in the door, with money to complete the unfinished payments, and clear at least three month's advance. The repo men, walked out, content with their pay.

The mysterious man sat down with Isaac to lunch, with a proposition.

"Join my league," he began, "And you'll never see those bastards again."

Isaac, weighing his option, nodded, extending a hand.

"Gideon Gordon Graves," the man stated. "You will be paid monthly, in exchange for the following stipulation."

Isaac leaned in, intently listening.

"Should I fall, defeat Scott Pilgrim." His face darkened. "Fail, and you'll lose more than the money."

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As time passed, he heard no word of Gideon failing. He used no money from Gideon for himself, as much arose that he was more than happy to tend to. He properly hospitalized his grandfather, paid off his debts, moved his family into a magnificent home, and even tithed his money, as the checks were nothing short of Godsent.

He did all he could with the money that was selfless. He began to notice, though, that his lady was becoming distraught. After much observance, and a little questioning, he surmised that it was because he was dragging his feet. Once his next check arrived, he would marry her.

Two days before the next check, however, he received a text message.

"Greetings, Isaac. If you are reading this, I have died at the hands of Scott Pilgrim roughly .26 seconds ago. All transactions to you will be henceforth frozen until this system can confirm you have defeated Scott. Fail to defeat him, and you will (possibly) live to regret it."

This was bad. His lady's emotional health was quickly dwindling. Unless he defeated this Scott, he would lose her.

He started quickly towards the Chaos Theater.

"Do not hate the man," he thought "You have not wronged him, and he has not wronged you. Let this be a match between gentleman, and naught else."

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I spent too long making him, so no comic for the contest.

Isaac Balthazar
Rating: Gentleman
Hand-to-Hand: CQC
Weapon: Diamond-core steel sword.
Superpower: Summon/fuse with Seraphim, a deity-like armor.

Other: Owns a ballroom. Perfect for conventions, dances, banquets, and hardcore combat.

Isaac © Me and Hannah. ]]>
The two were lovebirds in the purest sense during Ramona's 8th grade year. He was a Senior at their school. As madly as they loved each other, Isaac was about to graduate, and go on to his higher education. It was only prudent to end the relationship prior.

They moved on, and Isaac's life went well, until his brother was killed as the result of an accident. He rested in peace, but his bill collectors did not. They, with college, credit, funeral, and taxes, began to hound Isaac, instead.

He was able to maintain a monthly payment good enough to stave off anyone who haunted him. He made other ends meet, and even moved on to another beautiful, warm-hearted woman in that time.

However, he discovered an old textbook of his brother's, which set him too far back to complete his payment for half a year. He woke one day to a horrid sight.

Repo men, standing out his door.

They assessed all the goods in the house, and just as they laid their callused, strong hands upon the couch...

"Stop!" Rang out from the doorway.

An average-looking man, about Isaac's height stood in the door, with money to complete the unfinished payments, and clear at least three month's advance. The repo men, walked out, content with their pay.

The mysterious man sat down with Isaac to lunch, with a proposition.

"Join my league," he began, "And you'll never see those bastards again."

Isaac, weighing his option, nodded, extending a hand.

"Gideon Gordon Graves," the man stated. "You will be paid monthly, in exchange for the following stipulation."

Isaac leaned in, intently listening.

"Should I fall, defeat Scott Pilgrim." His face darkened. "Fail, and you'll lose more than the money."

-------------

As time passed, he heard no word of Gideon failing. He used no money from Gideon for himself, as much arose that he was more than happy to tend to. He properly hospitalized his grandfather, paid off his debts, moved his family into a magnificent home, and even tithed his money, as the checks were nothing short of Godsent.

He did all he could with the money that was selfless. He began to notice, though, that his lady was becoming distraught. After much observance, and a little questioning, he surmised that it was because he was dragging his feet. Once his next check arrived, he would marry her.

Two days before the next check, however, he received a text message.

"Greetings, Isaac. If you are reading this, I have died at the hands of Scott Pilgrim roughly .26 seconds ago. All transactions to you will be henceforth frozen until this system can confirm you have defeated Scott. Fail to defeat him, and you will (possibly) live to regret it."

This was bad. His lady's emotional health was quickly dwindling. Unless he defeated this Scott, he would lose her.

He started quickly towards the Chaos Theater.

"Do not hate the man," he thought "You have not wronged him, and he has not wronged you. Let this be a match between gentleman, and naught else."

--------

I spent too long making him, so no comic for the contest.

Isaac Balthazar
Rating: Gentleman
Hand-to-Hand: CQC
Weapon: Diamond-core steel sword.
Superpower: Summon/fuse with Seraphim, a deity-like armor.

Other: Owns a ballroom. Perfect for conventions, dances, banquets, and hardcore combat.

Isaac © Me and Hannah.

]]> http://artsy-v.deviantart.com/art/Thaw-My-Frozen-Heart-154716136 http://artsy-v.deviantart.com/art/Thaw-My-Frozen-Heart-154716136 Fri, 19 Feb 2010 14:38:48 PST Thaw My Frozen Heart nonadult contests/2010/showthelove Artsy-V http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/a/r/artsy-v.jpg?5 Copyright 2010-2013 ~Artsy-V Anyway
The cold logical mind is hard to break,
and yet even those with those complications of the soul are very able to fall in love. ]]> Anyway
The cold logical mind is hard to break,
and yet even those with those complications of the soul are very able to fall in love.

]]> http://moonwhing.deviantart.com/art/Morning-Light-187233663 http://moonwhing.deviantart.com/art/Morning-Light-187233663 Tue, 23 Nov 2010 18:26:52 PST Morning Light nonadult contests/2010/sonycalendar MoonWhing http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/o/moonwhing.gif?10 Copyright 2010-2013 ~MoonWhing I was out watching the dogs enjoy the snow when I saw this and had to snap a picture. Love this time of year, always such a beautiful sight.

This makes me think winter, but this was taken in fall. Funny how that works.

This was taken from our back deck. ]]> I was out watching the dogs enjoy the snow when I saw this and had to snap a picture. Love this time of year, always such a beautiful sight.

This makes me think winter, but this was taken in fall. Funny how that works.

This was taken from our back deck.

]]> http://murdoc-niccals.deviantart.com/art/I-A-M-S-Y-M-B-I-O-S-I-S-120467678 http://murdoc-niccals.deviantart.com/art/I-A-M-S-Y-M-B-I-O-S-I-S-120467678 Sat, 25 Apr 2009 15:13:53 PDT I A M S Y M B I O S I S nonadult contests/2009/wacom Murdoc-Niccals http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/u/murdoc-niccals.gif Copyright 2009-2013 ~Murdoc-Niccals http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/ because for the war within, everyone is a victim.
Song: "Frozen" by Celldweller.

Inside this fantasy,
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

I can see a frozen point in time
Where her figure still awaits
Tongue of fire tracing lips outline
Where frozen breath originates

With one motion of her waiting eyes
She strips everything away
This one moment is intensified
And colors all fade to grey

I am in the only place that i want to be
Though we know that it ends eventually
But it's alright because right now we're frozen

"I want to forget mistakes they've helped me make
It's better to be broken than to break"

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

I can see a frozen point in time
That is easy to retrace
Light and darkness are both intertwined
The elements are in their place with

One motion of her wanting mind
The real world begins to fade
And all the hateful things I have become
Temporarily go away

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

When my mind's frozen:

I'll take you anwhere you want to go
Far from anything that feels like home (let's go)
You are anyone I want to be (it's here and now, and now it's only you and me)

It's never enough (mmm that's true)
I want to stay here (yeah, and I do too)
Breakin' it down(takin' it down)
With smell(smell), touch(touch, taste(taste), sight(sight), and sound(sound)

How long will I be here without you near because I'm so cold
Break them first or I'll get broken is not what I was told, now I'm so cold
I'm so cold
So cold

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen...

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]]> because for the war within, everyone is a victim.
Song: "Frozen" by Celldweller.

Inside this fantasy,
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

I can see a frozen point in time
Where her figure still awaits
Tongue of fire tracing lips outline
Where frozen breath originates

With one motion of her waiting eyes
She strips everything away
This one moment is intensified
And colors all fade to grey

I am in the only place that i want to be
Though we know that it ends eventually
But it's alright because right now we're frozen

"I want to forget mistakes they've helped me make
It's better to be broken than to break"

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

I can see a frozen point in time
That is easy to retrace
Light and darkness are both intertwined
The elements are in their place with

One motion of her wanting mind
The real world begins to fade
And all the hateful things I have become
Temporarily go away

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

When my mind's frozen:

I'll take you anwhere you want to go
Far from anything that feels like home (let's go)
You are anyone I want to be (it's here and now, and now it's only you and me)

It's never enough (mmm that's true)
I want to stay here (yeah, and I do too)
Breakin' it down(takin' it down)
With smell(smell), touch(touch, taste(taste), sight(sight), and sound(sound)

How long will I be here without you near because I'm so cold
Break them first or I'll get broken is not what I was told, now I'm so cold
I'm so cold
So cold

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen

Inside this fantasy
It seems so real to me
Synthetic ecstasy, when her legs are open
True Love behind a wall
Where men and angels fall
A fading memory, when my mind is frozen...

Stocks used:



x3

]]> http://zakarranda.deviantart.com/art/RTS-Challenge-Campaigns-139040215 http://zakarranda.deviantart.com/art/RTS-Challenge-Campaigns-139040215 Sat, 03 Oct 2009 05:06:51 PDT RTS Challenge - Campaigns nonadult contests/2009/rtschallenge/concepts zakarranda http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/z/a/zakarranda.gif?4 Copyright 2009-2013 ~zakarranda RTS Challenge
Campaign Missions
Valiant Tech Tree
Aquera Tech Tree
Biomoth Tech Tree

My pseudo-entry to the RTS Challenge. Below is how I envisioned the campaign missions would pan out. I knew the conflict between the planets would be the main force driving the plot, with the main plot twist provided by the conflict between the classes of Valiant. Yeah, I didn't involve the environmental disaster on Aquera, but that could be in the expansion? ;- ) I'm not sure how it came out the way it did, but I gave each planet very specific personalities. The Valiants, imperialistic. The Aquerans, compassionate and insightful. The Biomoths, honorable but they will do what's necessary.

I know that I didn't follow the rules of the contest, and so wouldn't be eligible for any prize, but this was for fun. I wanted to do this, and put my ideas out there, regardless of if I would win. The moment I heard of the contest, I knew I'd want to design a tech tree (didn't realize I'd design all 3), because it's just the sort of thing a big-picture-plus-overly-detailed person like me might go nuts for. And it was very fun :- )
Overall, time spent would be somewhere between 24 and 36 hours.

FINAL NOTES After Having Finished:
I have not looked at any of the other entries for this contest, if that was even allowed. I wanted these to be all my own ideas.

Looking back at them, Valiant’s seems by far the most complicated, and Biomoth’s seems slightly more simple than Aquera’s. However, Biomoth’s funky unit/building count makes up for simplicity, and Aquera’s is made a little more complicated by the Rageseekers. So Aquera’s is by far the most simple.

I decided I didn’t want any superweapon or hero unit. Warcraft III (along with The Frozen Throne, the only Warcraft RTSs I’ve played) pulled hero units off very nicely, but they were built into the campaign missions as the main characters, and I didn’t want to do that. When I say “ pulled off very well,” I mean that they were powerful units, able to evolve by leveling-up, yet weren’t over-powered to the point of that they could single-handedly demolish an entire enemy army. They were powerful units, but mere units nonetheless, which is very difficult to balance. Most RTS’s superweapons become win-buttons, which I didn’t want to have at all. Command & Conquer: Generals did it the best, by having a timer built in to each superweapon before it could be activated (so the goal of the enemy immediately becomes to destroy your superweapon before you can fire it), but it’s still a win-button.

My main sources of inspiration were WarCraft III, Age of Empires (which, as much as I love and respect it, I used AoE more as an inspiration of what to avoid), StarCraft, and Star Trek: Armada. Other games I kept in mind were Command & Conquer, Command & Conquer: Generals, Command & Conquer III, and Star Wars: Force Commander.

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CAMPAIGN MISSIONS:
Valiant:
The Valiant high leadership, after years of waiting for Earth, their only external source of pure resources, to make contact with them, have decided that they’re sick of waiting. They decide they have to find new resources somewhere. The planets are all taken, but the planets’ moons are not. The moons are barren wastelands, but they could provide the raw minerals and metals needed to sustain a civilization.

The Valiant leadership decides to send a colony to one of Valiant’s three moons. This colony is made up of the lowest class of Valiant society; these colonists are expendable, and will attempt to forge out a living with only the bare scraps.

This is the player’s first set of levels, including the training missions. The terrain is simple, the technology is very rudimentary, and there are few enemies.

Though the base is successfully established, the Valiants decide that bases are easy to set up – colonies are not. They decide the moons are too hard to repeat the process. The other planets, at least, are fairly habitable. They know this thanks to the scans from years ago, before the worlds became estranged from each other, leading to the fact that they know almost nothing about their neighbors, but the arrogant leaders are confident they can take on any other race. These scans tell them that one planet is almost entirely aquatic, and while their technology could survive on either planet, they’d prefer a land-based planet.

Off to Biomoth!

The player now takes command of a mid-level colony.

The new Valiant colonists must contend with the harsh environment and native wildlife (including carnivorous plants). After not too long, they encounter the Biomoths, whom the Valiants greet with hostility, which the Biomoths are forced to return in kind.

The Biomoth technology is unfamiliar, and effective on their home turf, as are their tactics. The Valiant defenses are quickly crippled by the Biomoth attackers.

The player undertakes a number of defensive and offensive missions against the Biomoths. The player wins each one, but in every mission briefing hears about the roundabout and strafing tactics being employed by the enemy.

Despite a number of apparent victories, the Valiants are quickly out-maneuvered. The Biomoths finally have the Valiants surrounded, and all they have left is their launch craft (which is the Valiant main building). The Biomoths are intelligent, and offer the surrounded Valiants an ultimatum: they can leave Biomoth, or they can provoke a full-scale war.

The Valiant colonists surrender, and leave, returning to Valiant in defeat, and tell the leadership about the inhabitants of Biomoth. The leaders of Valiant are furious, and decide they will go to Biomoth in full force, intent on crushing the Biomoths under their heel. After all, Biomoth has resources they want, and if they have to create another caste to get them, so be it.

With the full might of Valiant technology, the citizens of Valiant wage full-scale war on Biomoth.

The player takes command of a high-tech series of missions fighting Biomoth.

The Biomoths are taken by surprise; from their point of view, they had negotiated an honorable agreement with the hostile invaders, and expected everyone to honorably abide by it. Unable to coordinate fast enough, the Valiants wage effective combat against Biomoth.

Seeing the writing on the wall, the Biomoth leadership disintegrates (by designed contingency), becoming decentralized before it can be destroyed.

It appears Biomoth has been conquered entirely.

The player may have some optional skirmishes they can undertake against Biomoth; finish off the last corners of the campaign, but risking some of their resources to do so.

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Aquera:
Refugees from Biomoth land on Aquera.

Though they’re not xenophobic, the Aquerans are private and closed-off. They are very much at a loss of what to do. Despite escaping from the Valiants and arriving on Aquera in relative safety, the Aqueran environment and technology are of no help to the dying Biomoths.

At grave risk to themselves, they send a small base to Biomoth. They hope if they lay low, and are negotiable, they can avoid confrontation from the Valiants. They hope they can discover enough about the Biomoth environment to safe the Biomoths they’ve taken-in.

The player takes command of a low-level Aqueran settlement. They start by fighting the natural elements of Biomoth, similar to what Valiant did previously. Later missions will change, as described in a moment.

They’re confronted by a misshapen mix of Valiant and Biomoth technology. This ugly mess, while powerful, is not exceptionally effective. In this case, the whole is definitely less than the sum of the parts.

Though the Aquerans repelled the initial Valiant aggression, they know there will be more coming. They make a daring move: they decide to strike out, and gather information about the Biomoths so they can help them.

They play a game of cat-and-mouse with Valiant troops, and finally come upon a Biomoth medical facility, then realize they’re surrounded. They pitch a fort of necessity and call for a transport to pick them up. The transport will never arrive in time, so instead of being besieged to death, they decide the best tactic is to go on the offensive and cripple the Valiant attackers.

The cat-and-mouse missions, and the best-defense-is-a-good-offense mission are still in the low/middle level of Aqueran technological advancement.

The Aquerans escape, but the Aqueran leaders decide it’s too politically dangerous to bring them back to Aquera. They rendezvous with the Biomoth refugees on a moon of Biomoth (which is more hospitable than Biomoth itself).

The player takes control of a mid-level Aqueran base.

The new Aqueran base finds that in addition to the bizarre wildlife, there are already Valiant bases set up there. The Aquerans see what this means: the Valiants are spreading across the entire solar system, and it’s only a matter of time before Aquera will be in danger. They order the Aqueran base to go to war on these Valiant bases, while Aquera begins its own preparations for war.

This medium-sized Aqueran offense succeeds in taking the moon.

The Valiants, realizing Aquera has become a threat, begins setting up a staging area on an Aqueran moon with the purpose of launching a new offensive against Aquera.

In response, the Aquerans launch a full-scale preemptive attack against the staging moon.

This attack, split up into several missions, is a high level of Aqueran technological advancement.

But the Valiants, in an unprecedented display of inhumanity, threaten to poison the waters of Aquera if they do not surrender. With no better option, Aquera surrenders to the barbarism of Valiant.

The player may have the option to take command of some renegade Aqueran battalions, making some last attacks against the Valiants. However, the price of failure is the poisoning of Aquera’s oceans and the death of all its inhabitants.

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Biomoth:
The player starts by controlling only one cell of the decentralized Biomoth military, giving them the lowest level of Biomoth technological advancement.

The many cells of the Biomoth military are completely independent, with no communication between them, but they all know that operating in effective guerilla-style warfare against the Valiant occupation would be most effective. With their still-unconventional technology and methods, their hit-and-run strikes are still very effective.

They begin recapturing some supplies, and slowly begin making contact with other Biomoth cells, giving them access to slightly more and more improved technology.

The player is in command of multiple strikes against Valiant bases with slowly ascending technology.

After taking a large Valiant base, they find that the Biomoth leadership is prepared to centralize and wage organized war at last.

The small collection of cells (under the player’s command) makes its way toward the Biomoth centrality, which they save from the Valiant forces besieging it. The Biomoth command is finally reunited.

It is at this time they receive word of Aquera’s surrender, and they feel honor-bound to help, but they have no idea how effective their technology will be on another world. But they strike out, sending a medium-sized force to Aquera.

The player takes command of a mid-level of Biomoth technological advancement.

Being as stealthy as possible, they sabotage the facilities that contain the Valiant’s planet-killing poison. They then begin attacking the Valiant strongholds scattered across Aquera, and free captive Aquerans.

The Aquerans and Biomoths together decide that this has gone on long enough, and they amass for war once again.

The Aquerans send an invasion force to set up a staging area on a Valiant moon. This force, though large, meets incredibly stiff resistance. The Biomoths simultaneously do so on the second of three Valiant moons, then jump to take control of the third and last moon.

The player commands the Biomoth force on the second moon at the apex of Biomoth advancement. The player does not command the force attacking the third moon.

On this third moon, they find no resistance at all. Instead, they find a fledgling colony of lower-class Valiant citizens. Upon hearing of the barbarity of their leaders, they pledge open rebellion.

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Joint Command:
The player is informed that they will command a joint task force of Biomoth and Aqueran battalions, complimented by the Valiant rebels. Hence, the player has access to all three build trees simultaneously.

However, learning of the joint command assembled against them, the Valiants are not to be outdone. They launch massive attacks simultaneously against Aquera and Biomoth. The Aqueran and Biomoth invasion forces are largely forced to go back and defend their home planets.

The remaining offensive forces (under the player’s command) are given orders to strike against Valiant. Yeah, this seems impossible…but this is a “numbers matter not” moment.

A combined force of Valiant rebels, Aquerans, and Biomoths land on Valiant.

The player begins this tier of the campaign here.

They know their only hope is to take the capitol and force a surrender out of the mouths of the leaders. That’s the upside of a caste system – cut off the head, and the body dies.

They land in a remote area some distance from the capitol (to avoid the defenses which are largely anti-air). They semi-stealthily make their way toward the capitol, Valiant Prime, taking out any resistance as they go.

As they progress into more and more heavily-populated areas, they encounter troubling entities. Valiant defenses begin to consist of more and more grotesquely-altered versions of Biomoth and Aqueran units (after all, Valiant has occupied both worlds). As they continue, their presence becomes more and more compromised and they have to rush faster and faster.

Finally, though they set up several small bases along the way, they set up a fort in a satellite city of Valiant Prime. From there, they begin launching major strikes against the capitol while simultaneously defending against Valiant’s defenders.

It finally comes down to decimating the capitol’s defenses, and the Valiant leadership falls.

Yaay! ]]> RTS Challenge
Campaign Missions
Valiant Tech Tree
Aquera Tech Tree
Biomoth Tech Tree

My pseudo-entry to the RTS Challenge. Below is how I envisioned the campaign missions would pan out. I knew the conflict between the planets would be the main force driving the plot, with the main plot twist provided by the conflict between the classes of Valiant. Yeah, I didn't involve the environmental disaster on Aquera, but that could be in the expansion? ;- ) I'm not sure how it came out the way it did, but I gave each planet very specific personalities. The Valiants, imperialistic. The Aquerans, compassionate and insightful. The Biomoths, honorable but they will do what's necessary.

I know that I didn't follow the rules of the contest, and so wouldn't be eligible for any prize, but this was for fun. I wanted to do this, and put my ideas out there, regardless of if I would win. The moment I heard of the contest, I knew I'd want to design a tech tree (didn't realize I'd design all 3), because it's just the sort of thing a big-picture-plus-overly-detailed person like me might go nuts for. And it was very fun :- )
Overall, time spent would be somewhere between 24 and 36 hours.

FINAL NOTES After Having Finished:
I have not looked at any of the other entries for this contest, if that was even allowed. I wanted these to be all my own ideas.

Looking back at them, Valiant’s seems by far the most complicated, and Biomoth’s seems slightly more simple than Aquera’s. However, Biomoth’s funky unit/building count makes up for simplicity, and Aquera’s is made a little more complicated by the Rageseekers. So Aquera’s is by far the most simple.

I decided I didn’t want any superweapon or hero unit. Warcraft III (along with The Frozen Throne, the only Warcraft RTSs I’ve played) pulled hero units off very nicely, but they were built into the campaign missions as the main characters, and I didn’t want to do that. When I say “ pulled off very well,” I mean that they were powerful units, able to evolve by leveling-up, yet weren’t over-powered to the point of that they could single-handedly demolish an entire enemy army. They were powerful units, but mere units nonetheless, which is very difficult to balance. Most RTS’s superweapons become win-buttons, which I didn’t want to have at all. Command & Conquer: Generals did it the best, by having a timer built in to each superweapon before it could be activated (so the goal of the enemy immediately becomes to destroy your superweapon before you can fire it), but it’s still a win-button.

My main sources of inspiration were WarCraft III, Age of Empires (which, as much as I love and respect it, I used AoE more as an inspiration of what to avoid), StarCraft, and Star Trek: Armada. Other games I kept in mind were Command & Conquer, Command & Conquer: Generals, Command & Conquer III, and Star Wars: Force Commander.

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CAMPAIGN MISSIONS:
Valiant:
The Valiant high leadership, after years of waiting for Earth, their only external source of pure resources, to make contact with them, have decided that they’re sick of waiting. They decide they have to find new resources somewhere. The planets are all taken, but the planets’ moons are not. The moons are barren wastelands, but they could provide the raw minerals and metals needed to sustain a civilization.

The Valiant leadership decides to send a colony to one of Valiant’s three moons. This colony is made up of the lowest class of Valiant society; these colonists are expendable, and will attempt to forge out a living with only the bare scraps.

This is the player’s first set of levels, including the training missions. The terrain is simple, the technology is very rudimentary, and there are few enemies.

Though the base is successfully established, the Valiants decide that bases are easy to set up – colonies are not. They decide the moons are too hard to repeat the process. The other planets, at least, are fairly habitable. They know this thanks to the scans from years ago, before the worlds became estranged from each other, leading to the fact that they know almost nothing about their neighbors, but the arrogant leaders are confident they can take on any other race. These scans tell them that one planet is almost entirely aquatic, and while their technology could survive on either planet, they’d prefer a land-based planet.

Off to Biomoth!

The player now takes command of a mid-level colony.

The new Valiant colonists must contend with the harsh environment and native wildlife (including carnivorous plants). After not too long, they encounter the Biomoths, whom the Valiants greet with hostility, which the Biomoths are forced to return in kind.

The Biomoth technology is unfamiliar, and effective on their home turf, as are their tactics. The Valiant defenses are quickly crippled by the Biomoth attackers.

The player undertakes a number of defensive and offensive missions against the Biomoths. The player wins each one, but in every mission briefing hears about the roundabout and strafing tactics being employed by the enemy.

Despite a number of apparent victories, the Valiants are quickly out-maneuvered. The Biomoths finally have the Valiants surrounded, and all they have left is their launch craft (which is the Valiant main building). The Biomoths are intelligent, and offer the surrounded Valiants an ultimatum: they can leave Biomoth, or they can provoke a full-scale war.

The Valiant colonists surrender, and leave, returning to Valiant in defeat, and tell the leadership about the inhabitants of Biomoth. The leaders of Valiant are furious, and decide they will go to Biomoth in full force, intent on crushing the Biomoths under their heel. After all, Biomoth has resources they want, and if they have to create another caste to get them, so be it.

With the full might of Valiant technology, the citizens of Valiant wage full-scale war on Biomoth.

The player takes command of a high-tech series of missions fighting Biomoth.

The Biomoths are taken by surprise; from their point of view, they had negotiated an honorable agreement with the hostile invaders, and expected everyone to honorably abide by it. Unable to coordinate fast enough, the Valiants wage effective combat against Biomoth.

Seeing the writing on the wall, the Biomoth leadership disintegrates (by designed contingency), becoming decentralized before it can be destroyed.

It appears Biomoth has been conquered entirely.

The player may have some optional skirmishes they can undertake against Biomoth; finish off the last corners of the campaign, but risking some of their resources to do so.

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Aquera:
Refugees from Biomoth land on Aquera.

Though they’re not xenophobic, the Aquerans are private and closed-off. They are very much at a loss of what to do. Despite escaping from the Valiants and arriving on Aquera in relative safety, the Aqueran environment and technology are of no help to the dying Biomoths.

At grave risk to themselves, they send a small base to Biomoth. They hope if they lay low, and are negotiable, they can avoid confrontation from the Valiants. They hope they can discover enough about the Biomoth environment to safe the Biomoths they’ve taken-in.

The player takes command of a low-level Aqueran settlement. They start by fighting the natural elements of Biomoth, similar to what Valiant did previously. Later missions will change, as described in a moment.

They’re confronted by a misshapen mix of Valiant and Biomoth technology. This ugly mess, while powerful, is not exceptionally effective. In this case, the whole is definitely less than the sum of the parts.

Though the Aquerans repelled the initial Valiant aggression, they know there will be more coming. They make a daring move: they decide to strike out, and gather information about the Biomoths so they can help them.

They play a game of cat-and-mouse with Valiant troops, and finally come upon a Biomoth medical facility, then realize they’re surrounded. They pitch a fort of necessity and call for a transport to pick them up. The transport will never arrive in time, so instead of being besieged to death, they decide the best tactic is to go on the offensive and cripple the Valiant attackers.

The cat-and-mouse missions, and the best-defense-is-a-good-offense mission are still in the low/middle level of Aqueran technological advancement.

The Aquerans escape, but the Aqueran leaders decide it’s too politically dangerous to bring them back to Aquera. They rendezvous with the Biomoth refugees on a moon of Biomoth (which is more hospitable than Biomoth itself).

The player takes control of a mid-level Aqueran base.

The new Aqueran base finds that in addition to the bizarre wildlife, there are already Valiant bases set up there. The Aquerans see what this means: the Valiants are spreading across the entire solar system, and it’s only a matter of time before Aquera will be in danger. They order the Aqueran base to go to war on these Valiant bases, while Aquera begins its own preparations for war.

This medium-sized Aqueran offense succeeds in taking the moon.

The Valiants, realizing Aquera has become a threat, begins setting up a staging area on an Aqueran moon with the purpose of launching a new offensive against Aquera.

In response, the Aquerans launch a full-scale preemptive attack against the staging moon.

This attack, split up into several missions, is a high level of Aqueran technological advancement.

But the Valiants, in an unprecedented display of inhumanity, threaten to poison the waters of Aquera if they do not surrender. With no better option, Aquera surrenders to the barbarism of Valiant.

The player may have the option to take command of some renegade Aqueran battalions, making some last attacks against the Valiants. However, the price of failure is the poisoning of Aquera’s oceans and the death of all its inhabitants.

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Biomoth:
The player starts by controlling only one cell of the decentralized Biomoth military, giving them the lowest level of Biomoth technological advancement.

The many cells of the Biomoth military are completely independent, with no communication between them, but they all know that operating in effective guerilla-style warfare against the Valiant occupation would be most effective. With their still-unconventional technology and methods, their hit-and-run strikes are still very effective.

They begin recapturing some supplies, and slowly begin making contact with other Biomoth cells, giving them access to slightly more and more improved technology.

The player is in command of multiple strikes against Valiant bases with slowly ascending technology.

After taking a large Valiant base, they find that the Biomoth leadership is prepared to centralize and wage organized war at last.

The small collection of cells (under the player’s command) makes its way toward the Biomoth centrality, which they save from the Valiant forces besieging it. The Biomoth command is finally reunited.

It is at this time they receive word of Aquera’s surrender, and they feel honor-bound to help, but they have no idea how effective their technology will be on another world. But they strike out, sending a medium-sized force to Aquera.

The player takes command of a mid-level of Biomoth technological advancement.

Being as stealthy as possible, they sabotage the facilities that contain the Valiant’s planet-killing poison. They then begin attacking the Valiant strongholds scattered across Aquera, and free captive Aquerans.

The Aquerans and Biomoths together decide that this has gone on long enough, and they amass for war once again.

The Aquerans send an invasion force to set up a staging area on a Valiant moon. This force, though large, meets incredibly stiff resistance. The Biomoths simultaneously do so on the second of three Valiant moons, then jump to take control of the third and last moon.

The player commands the Biomoth force on the second moon at the apex of Biomoth advancement. The player does not command the force attacking the third moon.

On this third moon, they find no resistance at all. Instead, they find a fledgling colony of lower-class Valiant citizens. Upon hearing of the barbarity of their leaders, they pledge open rebellion.

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Joint Command:
The player is informed that they will command a joint task force of Biomoth and Aqueran battalions, complimented by the Valiant rebels. Hence, the player has access to all three build trees simultaneously.

However, learning of the joint command assembled against them, the Valiants are not to be outdone. They launch massive attacks simultaneously against Aquera and Biomoth. The Aqueran and Biomoth invasion forces are largely forced to go back and defend their home planets.

The remaining offensive forces (under the player’s command) are given orders to strike against Valiant. Yeah, this seems impossible…but this is a “numbers matter not” moment.

A combined force of Valiant rebels, Aquerans, and Biomoths land on Valiant.

The player begins this tier of the campaign here.

They know their only hope is to take the capitol and force a surrender out of the mouths of the leaders. That’s the upside of a caste system – cut off the head, and the body dies.

They land in a remote area some distance from the capitol (to avoid the defenses which are largely anti-air). They semi-stealthily make their way toward the capitol, Valiant Prime, taking out any resistance as they go.

As they progress into more and more heavily-populated areas, they encounter troubling entities. Valiant defenses begin to consist of more and more grotesquely-altered versions of Biomoth and Aqueran units (after all, Valiant has occupied both worlds). As they continue, their presence becomes more and more compromised and they have to rush faster and faster.

Finally, though they set up several small bases along the way, they set up a fort in a satellite city of Valiant Prime. From there, they begin launching major strikes against the capitol while simultaneously defending against Valiant’s defenders.

It finally comes down to decimating the capitol’s defenses, and the Valiant leadership falls.

Yaay!

]]> http://chuuko.deviantart.com/art/Minnehaha-falls-frozen-163691289 http://chuuko.deviantart.com/art/Minnehaha-falls-frozen-163691289 Tue, 11 May 2010 07:14:01 PDT Minnehaha falls, frozen nonadult contests/2010/sony chuuko http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/c/h/chuuko.gif Copyright 2010-2013 ~chuuko

]]> http://oftheire.deviantart.com/art/Leaves-on-the-Lake-186563714 http://oftheire.deviantart.com/art/Leaves-on-the-Lake-186563714 Wed, 17 Nov 2010 20:37:11 PST Leaves on the Lake nonadult contests/2010/sonycalendar oftheIre http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/o/f/oftheire.png?1 Copyright 2010-2013 ~oftheIre http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0/
Leaves that seemed to be frozen in time on the cool autumn lake water. ]]>
Leaves that seemed to be frozen in time on the cool autumn lake water.

]]> http://rivana.deviantart.com/art/Ice-38528217 http://rivana.deviantart.com/art/Ice-38528217 Wed, 23 Aug 2006 07:38:23 PDT Ice nonadult contests/2006/seasons3d Rivana http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/r/i/rivana.jpg Copyright 2006-2013 ~Rivana the first snow in the arctic
Winter falls for all ]]> the first snow in the arctic
Winter falls for all

]]> http://sol1dusk1ba.deviantart.com/art/True-Story-346408712 http://sol1dusk1ba.deviantart.com/art/True-Story-346408712 Wed, 02 Jan 2013 23:22:28 PST True Story nonadult contests/2012/scaredstiff Sol1dusK1ba http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/o/sol1dusk1ba.jpg?1 Copyright 2013 ~Sol1dusK1ba
My heart is racing right now as I write this. I hope I didn't just invite it back into my night. ]]>
My heart is racing right now as I write this. I hope I didn't just invite it back into my night.

]]> http://mightymage2.deviantart.com/art/Drunken-Wizard-167996511 http://mightymage2.deviantart.com/art/Drunken-Wizard-167996511 Thu, 17 Jun 2010 11:04:34 PDT Drunken Wizard nonadult contests/2010/fantasyearth MightyMage2 http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/m/i/mightymage2.jpg?1 Copyright 2010-2013 ~MightyMage2
He carrys bottels in his belt and inner pocket, witch he drink from often. In his robesleves there are scroll's and so on his staff, in case he forget the magic formular or need to write something down.
He do not have a belt but a long string/thin robe tied around his waist and his pants are torn appart, couse he is lazy and dont have that much money.
The shoes are made of harden old leather with a steel to, good for kicking things that come to close.
On his leg there is a knife only used as a last resort or to make potions.
All the leather wallets around the waist, carry ingrediens's for magic spells and other stuff.

He dos not carry a large weapon, but have a waking stick shaped like a lightning on top. The stick is used for figting and for anplyfyinging his magic.
The crystal in around his waisth is also used for making his magic stronger.

He is strong, however he is still drunk and offen he cast spells that also wound him. Here he has frozen a bird wich falls on to his head.
Just don't break his bottels then he become sober and insanly crazy.

The picture i drawed in the hand, then colored it im the pc. The lines gives it a rustic look and just ad to the caracters mess. ]]>
He carrys bottels in his belt and inner pocket, witch he drink from often. In his robesleves there are scroll's and so on his staff, in case he forget the magic formular or need to write something down.
He do not have a belt but a long string/thin robe tied around his waist and his pants are torn appart, couse he is lazy and dont have that much money.
The shoes are made of harden old leather with a steel to, good for kicking things that come to close.
On his leg there is a knife only used as a last resort or to make potions.
All the leather wallets around the waist, carry ingrediens's for magic spells and other stuff.

He dos not carry a large weapon, but have a waking stick shaped like a lightning on top. The stick is used for figting and for anplyfyinging his magic.
The crystal in around his waisth is also used for making his magic stronger.

He is strong, however he is still drunk and offen he cast spells that also wound him. Here he has frozen a bird wich falls on to his head.
Just don't break his bottels then he become sober and insanly crazy.

The picture i drawed in the hand, then colored it im the pc. The lines gives it a rustic look and just ad to the caracters mess.

]]> http://brocverschoor.deviantart.com/art/Rising-and-Falling-118587583 http://brocverschoor.deviantart.com/art/Rising-and-Falling-118587583 Wed, 08 Apr 2009 17:53:18 PDT Rising and Falling nonadult contests/2009/wacom BrocVerschoor http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/default.gif Copyright 2009-2013 ~BrocVerschoor

]]> http://shanghaililli.deviantart.com/art/Killer-372822135 http://shanghaililli.deviantart.com/art/Killer-372822135 Mon, 20 May 2013 14:38:20 PDT Killer nonadult contests/2013/makeugly ShanghaiLilli http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/h/shanghaililli.jpg?4 Copyright 2013 ~ShanghaiLilli
"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell

The demons squeal in sheer delight
It's you they spy, so plump, so right
For although the groove is hard to beat
It's still you stand with frozen feet
You try to run, you try to scream
But no more sun you'll ever see
For evil reached from the crypt
To crush you in it's icy grip

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller...
... Can you dig it? "

Mixed Media- Pen, Ink, colored pencils, pencil, sharpie, digitalized wording ]]>
"Darkness falls across the land
The midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell

The demons squeal in sheer delight
It's you they spy, so plump, so right
For although the groove is hard to beat
It's still you stand with frozen feet
You try to run, you try to scream
But no more sun you'll ever see
For evil reached from the crypt
To crush you in it's icy grip

The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller...
... Can you dig it? "

Mixed Media- Pen, Ink, colored pencils, pencil, sharpie, digitalized wording

]]> http://sararazayzay.deviantart.com/art/Kelvin-Celsius-Fahrenheit-176425098 http://sararazayzay.deviantart.com/art/Kelvin-Celsius-Fahrenheit-176425098 Sun, 22 Aug 2010 17:39:48 PDT Kelvin Celsius Fahrenheit nonadult contests/2010/pilgrim SaraRazayzay http://a.deviantart.net/avatars/s/a/sararazayzay.jpg?9 Copyright 2010-2013 ~SaraRazayzay So here he is, Kelvin Celsius Fahrenheit, Ramona's 8th Evil X.
it's the best artwork I've done all summer xD
Anyways his name is all the science I will ever use in day to day life, that is my biggest acomplishment in life so far xD
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Here's His Info, just incase You cant see it :>
Age: 25 Years
Sex: Male
Band: Death CHomps
Weapon: Guitar Halberd
Powers: Ice
Title: The Ice Prince
Story: Ramona met Kelvin after his consert in a small bar, he was know as ‘The Ice Prince’ for his cold, icy heart. No girl had ever gotten him to fall in love, but once his eyes fell upon Ramona, his heart melted. So he pursued her, getting her quite quickly for he was the lead in the band. But, she broke up with him, for despite his reputation, he was extremely clingy and needy and she couldn’t handle it.But he’s been in Love ever since and will have her, even if it means destorying Scott.
:.Heres Some Attacks:.
Sub-Zero Breath
This attack freezes the enemy upon contact. Thus resulting in frozen body parts. Along with some chilly kisses.
20 Below Ice Drills:
These drills speed up to 60 mph, resulting in some pretty nice carnage. They freeze upon touch and end with shattering results.
:.Bonus Info:.
-He's constantly looking like he's smoking, for his Icey cold heart keeps everything cold on the inside, so when he breaths out, it's frost.
-Whenever he is near Ramona his ice powers go out of wack, because she melts his heart.
-Kelvin started their first conversation about hair dying. ]]> So here he is, Kelvin Celsius Fahrenheit, Ramona's 8th Evil X.
it's the best artwork I've done all summer xD
Anyways his name is all the science I will ever use in day to day life, that is my biggest acomplishment in life so far xD
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Here's His Info, just incase You cant see it :>
Age: 25 Years
Sex: Male
Band: Death CHomps
Weapon: Guitar Halberd
Powers: Ice
Title: The Ice Prince
Story: Ramona met Kelvin after his consert in a small bar, he was know as ‘The Ice Prince’ for his cold, icy heart. No girl had ever gotten him to fall in love, but once his eyes fell upon Ramona, his heart melted. So he pursued her, getting her quite quickly for he was the lead in the band. But, she broke up with him, for despite his reputation, he was extremely clingy and needy and she couldn’t handle it.But he’s been in Love ever since and will have her, even if it means destorying Scott.
:.Heres Some Attacks:.
Sub-Zero Breath
This attack freezes the enemy upon contact. Thus resulting in frozen body parts. Along with some chilly kisses.
20 Below Ice Drills:
These drills speed up to 60 mph, resulting in some pretty nice carnage. They freeze upon touch and end with shattering results.
:.Bonus Info:.
-He's constantly looking like he's smoking, for his Icey cold heart keeps everything cold on the inside, so when he breaths out, it's frost.
-Whenever he is near Ramona his ice powers go out of wack, because she melts his heart.
-Kelvin started their first conversation about hair dying.

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