Dark images (Contest)Alrighty so the majority of you voted for this one. Even if I didn't make the second poll for voting this one would have still won xP haha! Guess you guys want some edge!More Like This
Alrighty so these monthly contests are normally pretty straight forward when it comes to rules and such. Nothing to crazy and wild and crazy wild.
For this contest all you need to do is make a dark image. Such as Creepy, Sad, atmosphere, and what ever. As long as it has a dark feel to it. And just cause I don't want lazy people slithering in QUALITY is going to be needed. It can just be something slapped together in 5 minutes. You're going to have a whole fucking month to make this picture.
IT DOESNT HAVE TO BE TF2 MODELS! USE WHAT YOU GOT!
IF YOU HAVE QUESTIONS ABOUT ANYTHING COMMENT BELOW!
AND YOU DNT NEED A SET BUILT! This can be simplistic and ambient. But if the image calls for a set build you better not half ass it.
- SFM, Gmod, or drawings
- No Furries, Ponies, Sonic
- Only one image per person
Contest Time!!Been a while since I've held a contest, and based off the mostly positive votes on my latest poll, here's a contest!More Like This
Colors spark a lot of emotions, so that's what this contest will be about. Pick any color, do your research, and make a picture based off of an emotion that deals with your color. For example, red can cause anger or rage, so there's an idea there. Like I said though, do your research. Colors give off multiple emotions, so I want to see effort.
I will be judging based off of quality, effort, creativity, and relativity between color/emotion, which means I will do my own research if something seems sketchy. Don't half-ass it, and expect me to just take it as is.
- Pick simple colors for your submissions (red, green, purple, etc.), don't choose fancy ones (chartreuse, cerulean, mahogany, etc.). Fancy colors are based off of the simple ones, so keep the inspiration simple.
The BLU Engineer - Part 10A little tangent about Ivan's (the RED Heavy, in case you've forgotten) experience in a North Siberian gulag, mentioned in the Meet the Director comic here.More Like This
Eastern Siberia, 1941
It was early afternoon and snow was tumbling from the sky. The population of the gulag was hard at work mining for gold. Every single prisoner had to do their part - young, old, sick, it didn't matter. If you could walk, you were deemed fit enough to pick up a shovel and do your part. Carts were constantly trundling up and down on their rails, to unload their cargo of precious nuggets at the surface before descending back into the tunnels to be loaded again. All that could be heard was the squeaking and creaking of the carts, and the sound of prisoners trudging - or limping in some cases - their way through the snow on their way in or out of the
The Mercs Get REAL Jobs - The EndAll nine members of Mann Co regrouped in Saxton’s lounge. Pyro set about drawing pictures on the walls at once, so the others mostly ignored him.More Like This
“What happened to you?” Scout asked incredulously as he stared at Heavy, who was covered in cat claw marks.
“Cats,” Heavy answered, then made a face and covered his nose. “What is dat bad stink?!” he said, glaring at Sniper.
“Probably day old Jarate,” he answered, plucking at his clothes.
“So how well did each of us do?” Engineer asked, putting his hand into his pocket. “Let’s saddle up.”
They all put their money together and were more than a little disappointed by how small the pile was. Spy put the most in, since he had stolen right from his workplace’s cash registers, and Pyro put in the least of all. In other words, he pulled a ball of lint and a rubber band out of his pocket, set them in the pile, and returned to drawing on Saxton’s walls.
Spy“Can I get a large fries with a medium soda, please?”More Like This
“I will have your order out right away,” Spy droned in a monotone voice, turning to the back and shouting “Employé! I have an order! Make haste, boy.”
He puffed lightly on his cigarette, not caring in the slightest that he was surrounded by food, then turned to the window to collect the money from the customer.
Once he was finished, he turned back to the microphone.
“Welcome to Burping Bart’s Bouncing Burgers. How may I help you?”
“I’ll take one burger and a large soda.”
“Right away, monsieur,” Spy said flatly. “That will be $3.50.” He turned and barked out the order for the food, then took the money when the customer pulled up to the booth.
Working at a fast food restaurant, Spy had decided, was the dumbest job in the history of the world. Especially since he was working the drive-thru. This job made all of the other
SniperThere was a fancy house on the edge of town, and it was here that a Pest Control officer stepped out of his car, grimly eyeing the looming house. He surveyed the area, then walked to the back of his car and removed a great load of equipment, strapping things to his back and making sure everything was loaded before approaching the house.More Like This
He rang the doorbell, casting an ominous shadow over it as he waited for it to be answered.
A middle-aged man opened it, doing a double take at the sight of the foreboding man on the other side of his door. “Hello?” he began warily. “Are you the Pest Control man?”
“Aye, mate,” Sniper said, tilting his hat back a bit and peering through the thick black goggles he was wearing. “I’m yer man. I’m here to kill me some vermin.”
“O-oh. A-alright, then, I suppose,” the man said, unlocking the screen door and allowed Sniper into his house. “We’ve been having problems with mice, y
MedicIt was another day at school, and the teenage students were busy heading towards their next classes. They headed into the health club, still chattering over the things they had just learned in their previous class.More Like This
The group paused suddenly when they realized that their health classroom had changed dramatically.
Where before there had been happy, simple, fun posters with words like “Don’t forget to wash your hands before eating!” or “Cover the sneeze!”, now there were posters saying “Blood poisoning is a serious condition!” or “You break it, you hack it.”
The teacher’s desk had been replaced with an operating table, complete with a tray of doctor tools and overhead lights. There was a strange gun-like object suspended in the air, pointed at where someone unfortunate would lay on the table.
There were drawings on the chalkboard, in different colors of chalk, but the students had to cringe at pretty much all of it. Various diagr
Heavy“Sir? Hello, sir? Sir!”More Like This
Heavy shook out of his daydream and glared down at the man and his family that were trying to speak to him. “What you want, little man?” the Russian rumbled, peering down at him.
“We’re trying to check out,” the man answered, frowning.
“I am not stopping you,” Heavy answered.
“Um…but you’re the cashier,” the man said, blinking. “You’re supposed to work.”
Heavy growled at him, then slowly began running one product after another over the scanner.
After the closing of Mann Co, the heavy-weapons guy had gotten a job. Heavy didn’t know what had happened to the others, but he was too busy to care. Being a cashier at Mini-Mart was hard enough as it was. And Heavy was never big on thinking of others in the first place.
“That will be a hundred dollars,” he rumbled, frowning as the man counted out the money and handed it to him. Heavy took the money and turne
EngineerEngineer frowned down at the gaggle of three- and four-year-olds that he was in charge of watching, trying to figure out how he was going to do this properly.More Like This
“Now listen here, pardners,” he said, pointing his gloved finger down at them. “I’m here to baby-sit all of ya’ll, so don’t make this hard on me and it’ll go better for you. Deal?”
The children just ignored him and continued to run about, squealing and shrieking.
Engineer frowned again, then said “Well, shoot. I guess I gotta get to work.”
He pulled out a piece of paper left to him by the owner of the daycare that had entrusted the children to him and stared at it, reading silently, then tucked it away. “Alright,” he said. “It’s snack time.”
He proceeded to set up a dispenser in the middle of the room.
“Alright buckaroos, let’s have lunch,” he said, pointing at the dispenser. “Just line up and let the machine do it