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
K.Hearts: No Need For MemoriesBrooklyn! Crixul called out as he pointed to the entrance of a spiraling stairway, Theyre getting away!K.Hearts: No Need For Memories8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Im on it. Brooklyn said. A quick gust of wind swept through the large dungeon room and a red blur zoomed past Crixul, heading up the stairway. Crixul turned around and faced the remaining opponents - three four-legged beasts that resembled large wolves. But the most intriguing aspect of the beasts were that they were entirely black, so dark it seemed their bodies had no definition to them. The only thing that stood out from their all black coat was their pupil-less, yellow eyes.
Crixul readied a stance. Between him and the beasts, they shared similar color. Crixul wore all black, from his boots, pants, gloves, even his hooded trench coat; his hood completely draped over his head, hiding his face. He stood motionless watching he three black beasts circle around him, growling hoarsely. They were trying to intimidate him. The thought of th
Remembering the boyRemembering the boy10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through these teary eyes,
I see misty eyes looking back at me,
needing more then I can give.
Heaven knows where I belong.
I'll pack my bags tonight,
take the early flight.
Time to leave,
or I'll surly die,
get on the train,
in the pouring rain,
Say farewell ,
lets not say goodbye.
Each beat from my heart,
pulls us feather apart,
Now I'm lost,
feeling lonely in the dark.
Have a glass of wine,
just for old times,
remembering the boy,
I left behind.
I miss him now,
in my darkest hour,
just the way,
that we lay.
Let the breeze lift me,
carry me across the sea,
across the land,
in his arms,
that's where I belong.
Let us have a toast,
lets make the most,
Sip this blood red wine.
She PlaysShe plays with barbed wire.She Plays6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She plays with rose stems.
She plays with broken glass.
ZenSometimesZen2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
In the zen garden
Rocks contemplate people
A PoemA Poem11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I just want to tear it out of me
crying just isn't enough anymore
I wish we could both just understand
everyday I just want more
its hard to beleive this is happening
I wish I could handle how your acting now
why do they all hate me suddenly
I want you back but i'm not allowed
I wish this pain would go away
I wish my feelings would dissapear
you know that I try to understand
everything builds up on my fear
I wasn't ready for losing you
maybe you just wanted something more
and you werent ready for talking to me
I don't understand what you left me for
you used tell me how much you loved me
you said you'd never leave me in cold
but now that you've broken everythinh
I have to deal with all that i'm told
you wouldn't give me for anything
but what would you give to throw me away
To your mother's daughter:Your daughter has always been a punk inside, she's just always let you dress her to humor you. Your daughter will never care what's "in fashion." Your daughter is not girly (so stop comparing her to girly girls).To your mother's daughter:6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Your daughter is in love (so stop looking for the kind of man you'd pick for her). Your daughter doesn't care what other people think (stop trying to change that). Your daughter hates it when people call her names (which is why she starts screaming every time you call her a pig or a piece of shit).
Your daughter's heart shrivels a little every time you cry.
Your daughter has sex, often (but she will never talk to you about it). Your daughter is terrified she won't be able to have children (it's all you and your mother's fault). Your daughter finds girls attractive but she will never admit it to you (because you'd disown her).
Your daughter wants to move out as soon as she can because she doesn't want to be there when you die.
Your daughter believes that you love your niece mor
GeishaGeisha9 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The smells of perfume and incense rake at the air. My hair flows down my back, no longer prim. I stand over the body of my lover. He is looking up at me, bewildered. A muted gurgle escapes his lips. He draws his last breath. I fix my hair. I reapply makeup. For what? Revolution.
Fifty Less CentsI deposited my last fifty cents to call him. When the phone started ringing, a smile crept across my face. I haven't done that in a while, considering how I've been traveling a lot lately. I've had so much stress; I've been trying to meet the deadlines for my stories. I make too many promises; so it's partly my fault. He's the only thing that makes me want to keep going. "Hello?" he said as he finally picked up, and I'm so glad he did. "Who's this?"Fifty Less Cents9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"Hi, it's me," I said; I was giggling like an idiot, but I couldn't care less at this point. "You don't know how happy I am to hear your voice right now." There was a pause, and it worried me. "Please understand, I don't have much time to talk. I'm on a payphone. I only have three minutes."
"Oh, okay. I guess I should say this now then," he said finally responding.
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"It's over, okay?"
Stand upStand up2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping through the cracks.
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou
Akatsuki Apartment: HidanHidan was an outcast, to put it simply.Akatsuki Apartment: Hidan6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He was only a freshman in his new highschool, so it was normal, right? No. Hidan wasn't an outcast because he was new, or a freshman, or anything of the sort.
Turns out, the people at this new highschool were just prejudiced and picky on their friends, never talking to strange kids like the albino child.
As such, Hidan grew lonelier and lonelier each day, until...
"Hey, you there." A strange looking girl walked up to Hidan, her bright silver rosary swaying from her neck. Ah, I know her... yeah, she's that one girl, the one who always shows up to school with bruises on her...
Hidan stood up to greet her, thankful for at least some human contact. "You looked a little lonely. Don't you have any friends, at least a place you hang after school?"
Hmm... nosy, pushy, straight to the point... my type of girl. "No, as a matter of fact, I don't. Why do you ask?" She looked him in the eye, a sure sign to Hidan that she was one of the few who d
For KevinFor Kevin5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What dreams may lie under surface of a frozen star?
Once turned supernova evidence comes painfully late .
For the light that we see is but luminance turned memory,
slipped though our hands forever .
© 2007 Alexandra