Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 110 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
PromI attended several soccer games. I paid money, I got looks for being out of place, and I drove the distance. Most games, I went to, were across Council Bluffs, but I went to one in Harlan. My grandparents live in Harlan, so it wasn't ALL for Lyndsey. I saw my grandparents for a couple of hours and headed off to watch a short game. I was more out of place at this game than I had been at any others. The team knew me and knew why I was there.Prom10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
I headed back and went to more games that month. Prom was approaching and I obtained my tuxedo, one with long tales, got flowers/corsage, got the tickets, and then the day came. I borrowed my parents' 300 M and I picked her up. We met our friends where Prom was going to be held and met the limousine on time. We had to rent
Moriarty-X-Reader: BulletproofCool, crisp air flowed through the trees. The last of the fall leaves floating to the dark earth. Grey clouds joined overhead and small white specks began to descend, like tiny angels flying down from heaven.Moriarty-X-Reader: Bulletproof1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You looked up from your World History test and smiled from behind the windows. Winter had come earlier than you'd thought. You quickly finished your test and sat back down to admire the snow. You rested your head in your hands and sighed through your nose. The warmth of your soft (f/c) scarf made you drowsy as you thought about all the goodies your mom would be making for the next few weeks and all the hot chocolate you would drink.
As you daydreamed into the falling white something stood out and caught your eye like a fish on a hook. A man stood across the road from your school. He wore a black suit with a crimson tie and a white shirt underneath. His hair was short, black, and smoothed back, his hands rested in the pockets of his dress pants. You stared at him and he stared righ
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1 2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Gamzee x reader~ Undercover 1
You walked through the casino serving gamblers avoiding drunk pervs grabby hands. You handed a man a martini and looked across the room to see your partner Tavros shuffling cards he winked at you which meant he was signaling you.
You untied your apron, placed your tray on the bar and rang the little bell "Takin my break Roxxy." "Got it (Namey) be back i half an hour got it?" "Got it."
You headed over to Tav, he cleared the table of the players and put away the cards sitting on the stool as you pulled out one. "So uh,,,have any new information?" You shook your head "You know Kurloz doesn't open up to me much even if we are friends, how about you and Gamzee?" He chuckled "Same here it seems Fingers only talks to me and the bard you." You sigh Tavros always used the code names no matter what unless he Was talking to code named person.
Your name was (Name), codename (codename) your partner Tavros also known as "The bull" were on a important mission. You were s
Jeff the Killer x Chubby! Reader~~~Normal~~~Jeff the Killer x Chubby! Reader1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Okay,” (y/f/n 1) said through a mouthful of popcorn “truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” you pondered it for a second “dare!”
“Pfft,” (y/f /n2) mumbled “wuss.”
You walked her in the back of the head “No it’s just that with you two I’ll probably end up showing all my fat to the neighborhood.”
She rubbed the back of her head “It’s not fat my sweet (y/n). It is extra fabulousness that can’t be held in.”
You rolled your (e/c) eyes “Sure. Okay so what’s the question (y/f/n 1).”
“Okay,” she took another handful of popcorn “if you had to choose between your crush or any other fictional creature who would you choose?”
“Oh uh,” you blushed hugging a pillow “w-well maybe uh –you mumbled- fictional.”
“What was that?” (y/f/n 1) asked “I couldn’t hear you.”
Pinnacles of PerfectionPinnacles of Perfection11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The weather is changeable, and full of fruit:
a zesty tang to carve the edible cradle of trees.
Green hued pianists fingertips nimbly dance,
infatuated twigs lust for a young bud
and, when achieved in woody splendour,
plush green embellishment, ever upwards turned.
The youth drenched weed gazed in earnest wanting,
encrusted within his stamen was an anarchists mantra.
Calm the release to trust of life's dangerous procreatives,
mistrust the signposts and lose the generation.
Hearts are inept to emotive confusion,
yet each excretion of sound plays with youth's deafening muscle.
Startled, the truth-raven ruffles feathers to pristine clarity,
suffering in quiet subtlety the bravery of the young.
Erections of wisdom push out of his womb,
lines formate rubbing his eyes, exhibiting the progression of life.
Follow the bend and swirl of the branches,
and evaluate the weight of delicate caresses.
Drink Nectar from the war torn leaves,
they stand swift as masculine flowers and love with hearts wid
Emphatic NoddingEmphatic Nodding11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will wear my thong.
it is only a wedding.
sod the rest of you.
As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED(Eridan)As Long as You Smile (EridanXReader) FIXED2 years ago in Romance More Like This
She was back, sitting on the half-dry beach. Her eyes hardly left the ocean. I smiled slightly at myself, remembering when I had attempted to form a blackrom with her—at the time it was just an idiotic attempted to fill a quadrant; a pass that I regretted and the only rejection that I had actually been thankful to receive. She had been so stubborn about not leaving the beach the first time I saw her. I mistook the sheer will in her eyes for hatred. No troll I had ever met held a will like that. A few days passed before I asked her exactly what she was waiting for, speaking to her in a way that was sure to mirror what I had thought was hatred. She flashed me a devious smile and informed me she was waiting for Narwhalemom to come back and apologize. Immediately I suggested the blackrom. She was a land dweller and the sight of her would make my stomach feel uneasy. She laughed at me, cod I remembered that laugh well. It was anything but mocking and so care-free. She shook h
Your Tears Do GlistenYour tears do glisten in my mind,Your Tears Do Glisten10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
O visions of that night in May
When last, to me, the moon still shined.
Our souls, like golden silk, entwined,
But when in dreams I see that day,
Your tears do glisten in my mind.
Together vowed we, hearts combined,
Embraced by light and ocean spray,
When last, to me, the moon still shined.
Your smile made my life defined,
But when the truth came with dismay
Your tears did glisten in my mind.
She was soon torn by life unkind.
My thoughts with her lay far away,
When last, to me, the moon still shined.
Even with happiness declined,
And my hopes now sent far astray,
Your tears do glisten in my mind
From last, to me, the moon still shined.
Acid.Acid.10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Acceptance of failure.
The Cruellest PunishmentThe Cruellest Punishment11 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
take this dirty brush
and lock it away from me:
do not give it back.
stop the shaft of light,
let inspiration darken;
my pen will silence.
cut clean at the bloody root:
seal closed the heart valve.
Stone Kings and Loved KingdomsStone Kings and Loved Kingdoms11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This pencil is my spirited javelin,
more nurtured than a rock,
more caring than a spider of doubt:
I am a writer, always travelling.
See here, this open notebook without words,
all tangled in mind silk,
all threatening and bleak, shadowless:
how can I tempt the twists of thought to call?
How I feel the ache to grapple stories,
light a candle to talk,
encourage night to give up secrets:
I field the words like noble warriors.
Imagine stone-built kings enthroned in white,
Greek marble, and carved love,
entrap the beautiful characters:
I plague my little soldiers on the page.
I cast my artistry upon the world,
unfitting and unsought,
the battles to be fought are not won:
and the curved majesty of stars escapes.
A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
People are LookingPeople are Looking11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the one
Who has no blood
To puff the veins
And away from
My bleeding heart.
I am not stood
As I cannot
Find the power
To lift myself up
And out of this chair
So I am down
And people are looking.
I have no thoughts
To air my views
Is unknown to me
In my small world
I do not walk
Or do as I am bid.
I am snuggly warm
And outside air
Avoids me, like the wind.