Sniperwhere

Well this is my first signature in... god idk, a year I think. I've gotten so rusty I've forgotten where half the features were making such a simple sig a 2 hour project. :X I'm not entirely satisfied with the lighting. I darkened one side of the image early on to give it flow but if I'd know that the final process to balance the color(which is still funky) would darken that side on it's own, I wouldn't have done it. also the spell in his hand seems to be rather bright, which draws away from his face which SHOULD be the focal point but is now not. http://www.tinyimg.org/images/426MAGE.png Not to mention the sig is rather red, a very dangerous color to focus on with images like these. Such a damn picky color. IDK I may use it anyways since I need an update.

Ah so you noticed that. My issue has always been when I'm rushed to complete something, my structure can break. I've noticed that and it really bothers me myself when I read it so I've been meaning to go back and fix that. But other than that, I'm glad you like it. :)

Granted, but it's half eaten and about 3 months old. I wish my Perspective Drawing class wasn't so time intensive.

There's some background to this. It was, in fact, my english class's midterm assignment. Since I had guidelines to follow, not to mention a deadline to work with, I didn't think it would be all that great. So you can kinda imagine my surprise when the instructor chose mine as her favorite. So here were the guidelines. We had to have it more than 400 words(no problems there.), it had to contain 3 cited facts(little tricky) and had to be revolved around one of a few images the instructor selected for us(ouch) The image I chose was that of what appeared to be an old man walking through a snowy field holding a cane with a bird on his arm. She said we could write about anything so long as it incorporated the image some how.... so I did. Hope you enjoy. He simply walked alone. He didn’t know where he went or why he walked, he just did. He carried all he had: a hat, a cane, and a weathered jacket just barely keeping him warm. His bird perched on his arm was his only companion. It was cold out. Snow lay on the ground, and the trees were dry and leafless, dead from the frost. He looked at them as he passed, thinking about how fitting a path he’s chosen, recalling his past and it’s relation to the dead tree’s and lifeless plains that surrounded him. His thoughts went back to the war; to the battleground in which he lost all he loved. It was snowing then too, but back then, it was red, not white, and the sound and smell of death surrounded him. Bodies in the snow, both friend and foe lie lifeless in the cold ice. He continued on his lonely path, thankful for the quiet this place offered, and slowly, but willingly, slipping back into the past. He recalled that sad day, the day he lost everything. His squad mates were his friends; his family. They were all he had. It was 15 years ago for him when he was not but 25 years old. Life in the military was hard, but he had nowhere to go. His friends were always with him, and he had no family back home. They were out in Russia, in the snowy arctic tundra in the far north. The orders were given in the morning, and they were to carry it out the following day. They were to assist local Russian Militia in tracking down a group that fled north after a failed assassination attempt against a Spetsnaz VIP. They met up with the militia the following morning. It was 90 miles away and there was too much snow to drive, so they had to hike it. He walked for hours it seemed. The sun was in the west and there was still plenty of ground to be covered. He didn’t mind it, though. The sights were amazing. The land was filled for miles on end with the purest white snow he’d ever seen. The trees were dead and gnarled from months of snow that never melted, but even then, they seemed so beautiful. Branches twisted and stretched out, as if reaching for the other trees around them. Birds as white as the snow around them perched on the branches, singing without a care in the world. He’d never seen anything like it before in his life. Then it happened. A crack like thunder ripped the peaceful air. A soldier ahead of him dropped to the ground, and he knew exactly what had happened. It was gunfire. At that instant, another soldier screamed to find cover, but before the man could react, another shot rang through the air, hitting him in the leg. Everything happened so fast after that. Men in white camo came storming out of the bush covered hills. Bullets were flying in all directions. The man couldn’t do anything, the bullet was stuck in the bone and he couldn’t move his leg. He lay there in the snow bleeding out. He reached for his sidearm, the standard issue M9 9mm Beretta Pistol, and started firing at the white suited targets pouring out of the hills. Another shot rang towards him and struck the gun, sending fragmented metal into his arms and disabling the weapon. There was nothing he could do. He sat there in the red snow, watching as one after another dropped. Next to the man now lay the body of his best friend. He ran over to help him, but ended up with a back full of shrapnel from a grenade blast. This went on for an hour, and the whole time, he could do nothing but stare into the lifeless eyes of his friend. He grew faint from blood loss, and passed out before the battle was over. When he came to, he was in a MASH, a Mobile Army Surgical Hospital, with bandages up both arms and on his right leg. He couldn’t remember what happened at first but as his memory slowly returned, he wished he didn’t remember. The bloody snow, the gunfire, the body of his friend lying next to him, it all came back to him. At first, he was too shocked to do much, but as it wore off, he started to cry. He had lost everything once again. His wounds had never really healed, and he was confined to using a cane. He could no longer stay in the military due to his injuries, but since he had nowhere left to go, he just started wandering. He picked a direction, and walked. And now he finds himself there, in the middle of a snow filled field with dead trees, thinking about the past that lead him to where he is. The thoughts of his lost friends sadden him again, but at the same time, he’s a bit thankful for the whole thing. He may have nothing but the clothes on his back, but he gained something much better than a materialistic object. Peace and quiet, and like the birds he saw that day so long ago, not a care in the world.

:O That style. God what nostalgia. It's very similar to my old friend Shadowraith's old style. Man it's been so long since I've seen one done like this. Thank you for bringing those memories back... good memories...

1. Pick up a dirty penny in the middle of a public bathroom? = a penny, no. 2. Cheat on your diet just this once? = What diet? 3. Betray your Oblivion for Fallout 3? = Already have. But still play both. 4. Take a clown seriously? = never 5. Take a serial killers word that he will not take another life? = no. 6. Save a kitten from a tree? = yes. 7. Save a baby from a tree? (OF COURSE!) = yes. 8. Save yourself from a tree at the expense of another life that could plunge 500 feet below you since that tree over looks a high cliff? = I'm not obliged to answer that. 9. Betray your friend for 500,000 dollars? = no. 10.Put a pop up axe in a crate and pretend you can't open it? = sounds like fun. yes. 11.Cause an avalanch as a prank? = boring, no. 12.Crank call the Pentagon? = Oh god yes. 13.Start a protest? = nah. 14.Slip laxadents into the punch bowl? = yes yes yes. 15.Dress up as the opposite sex and act like them for a day? = erm... no. 16.Sneak into the opposite sex bathroom? = no 17.Spy on your boyfriend/girlfriend? = heck no 18.Pretend to have a mental breakdown for attention? = done it. 19.Steal gum? = Im not that poor, no. 20.Make the Portal cake and serve it for dinner for your boss? = yes 21.Stick a used tissue on someone's back because there is no trash can near by or because your too lazy? = no 22.Shoot an arrow at a squrrel in archery class? (True story, I'll tell you later.) = not intentionally, but I have hit a bird that flew in front of my longbow. 23.Throw peanuts out a bus window at passing cars into the opened passenger window? = haha, yes. 24.Believe there is cake? = I do. 25.Answer the banana phone? = I have. 26.Follow Gman? (Bad career move!) = sure. He's cool. 27.Become little bunny fu fu? = fudge no! 28.Sing an embarrasing jingle in public? = done it. 29.Continue to chew the everlasting gum? = yes 30.Answer "It's a jackle!" when playing sheriads? (Yeah I can't spell so I don't know if that's right.) = yes 31.Dot your I's with hearts? = no 32.Switch your body with your dog's? = no. he licks his balls... 33.Self destruct? = no 34.Vacuum your nose? = yes 35.Crawl under the house? = until someone does something about that cats remains, no. 36.Steal a biker's bike? = no 37.Knock over a biker's bike? = no 38.Refuse to respect the poutch? = um... no? 39.Pull the plug? = no 40.Beg for money? = only when in dire need of a few quarters. otherwise, no. 41.Attempt to purposely jump in front of car's to get compensation money? = no 42.Believe all the you hear? = no 43.Believe all that you read? = no 44.Swear to an ambassador of another country? = no 45.rooster a luegi at a police officer? = noooooo. 46.Spit for distance? = huh? 47.Go cow tipping? = yes 48.Throw a rock at a hornet's nest just as an old couple is passing over it. = O_O 49.Scream at the sky? =yes. done it many times. 50.Cook your food in a toilet? = ew, no...

I seem to be having trouble posting... Oh NOW it works when I say that... Anyways, it looks good. nice and sleek.

Well, I want to film an arena battle of WoW to show to a friend who's been wanting to see how I fight on one of my characters, but the built in thing I do use is a piece of junk that locks up my computer for a few seconds while recording, before stopping the film and causing me to lose the fight. Is there a program, preferably free, that will allow me to film during gameplay without locking up or slowing me down?

Vote for me. I'm not on it but no one needs to know that. :P Maybe I should jump in the next round...

I got class in 2 1/2 hours. better get some sleep.

When I get the time, I think I'll make a spammer user bar. Just because I feel you deserve it. :P

What is the policy on name changing? Like, say, if the name Shirosaki wasn't taken, would I need to meet some requirement to change it to that? I also can't seem to check whether that name is taken. no permissions apparently.

okay..... that has got to be one of the most idiotic laws I've ever heard of. that's like... I don't know. It's pointless. there are so much more they could be doing and focusing on, and they're passing laws prohibiting small bodily features in their adult content. Well, we can tell just what THEY do in their spare time.

Thanks on making me feel like I have a life. :P Seriously though. congrats on beating out the site owner. Now if you can out do my artistic WoW trolling then I will truly bow to you as lord and master of the internet. :P 4chan shall quiver in fear at the name of Pushkatu!

Tomorrow I'm 19.