This is the new derpface. XD Its perfect.
(via awdplace)Source: roverdangerframes
Sorry little bunny, but no, they still have tomorrow and Friday to crawl out of their caves and storm every shopping center known to mankind. Racing each other to get that Golden Thing their whiny, bratty child keeps crying about. Getting the Golden Thing would make them like their friends at school. Cool. The adults will rush the store doors, break them down if need be, crushing the poor employees that stood behind them, only willing to do their jobs. The customers run over their lifeless bodies and seek out more employee slaves to find this or, and perhaps the Golden Thing. Tickets for the Gold Thing have been picked up by other shoppers. One sees they do not have a ticket for the golden thing.
They ask the employee slave why there is no more Golden Thing. The flier said they would have it. The employee respectfully answers, ” We’ve ran out of the Golden Thing. The first five shoppers got to it first and that is all we got in the truck for the event.”
The shopper and those around the employee glare, eyes turning red, fangs and claws bared, demanding that the store has to have the Golden Thing because the paper says so, therefore there should be more in the back room regardless. More employee slaves try to help their fellow worker but the maddened shoppers threaten, and curse at him, threatening to kill them unless more Golden Things are made available
Not far off, another shopper has their ticket for the Golden Thing stolen by another maddened shopper and their claws and fangs come out. Thus beginning a bloody fight over the ticket for the Golden Thing. One shopper pays for their Golden Thing, but is attacked by other shoppers, sparking another fight. The employee slaves are helpless against the onslaught of maddened shoppers, and can only answer questions and endure the cussing and verbal assaults of Black Friday. The employee slave’s masters hide in their offices, deathly afraid of leaving the confines of their four walls. Leaving their helpless employee slaves to either ran over and killed by stampeding shoppers, or cursed out and threatened. All in the name of the Golden Thing and The ALMIGHTY DOLLAR.
Life is more important than money and things. Think before you act or begin to act rudely to the employees you may see during Thanksgiving and Black Friday. If you are a shopper and regularly attend Black Friday, I am asking the most simplest of requests.
Do not run the employees over.
Do not cuss out or threaten the employees. They are only trying to help you, the shopper.
Put yourself in the employee’s shoes. They are forced to work a poorly paid part time job in order to survive. If you cannot get past yourself and cannot look past that swollen attitude, then you should not be in public on Friday.
Heaven help the part time employees. We are only trying to do out job the best way we know how.
Yay Turkey Day! Or what little bit of time I’ll have eating one.
Okay, well, I have to go to work at 4am tomorrow to get the store prepped for the Black Friday crazies ( Shoppers). I go home, hork down dinner, then get whatever sleep I can get. I will then go back at 11pm and work for the big event until 8am Friday morning. Just so my friends out there know, today is going to be a BIG off day of relaxation before the madness begins. Heaven help me. |3 Anywho I might not get something made, I might, it’ll depend on what I feel like doing.
Pixelart Art Raffle time!
I enjoyed the first raffle I did and I have some time off from my studies this week, so I figured I’d do another.
Some additional rules:
1. no nudity/offensive stuff will get made, so don’t even try.
2. If you suggest something stupid like a giant t-rex, I’m gonna make it chibi and tiny. So don’t suggest intentionally awful things to draw.
3. Please don’t reblog more than once, thank you.
With that said, winners will be randomly selected. Hope you guys enjoy this
I’m still hoping to get one of this guy:
Early evening began to roll in as the weather began to cool off a bit. Marianne sat at a table that seated six. She had a casual blouse and slacks, Rouge and Pullum also had similar casual outfits when they weren’t wearing their usual clothing. Regina was, well, just had her fur over her female parts, but had a nice looking vest around her upper half. For some reason Brook was in on this visit and sat to Matt’s right side with Marianne on his left. The Irish pub was quite busy. Waitresses briskly walked to and fro from table to table serving drinks. Matt was never a drinker. He had a policy, quote “ I would rather remember what I did last night” end quote. He was never sure what the effects of alcohol would have on his mental powers and he never wanted to find out. He had instead ordered water and a Shepard’s Pie. An Irish rock band had been playing since the pub opened, and was now playing a very vigorous tune of their own making.
Marianne: ( Sipping her drink, looking to Matt) Are you sure you don’t want anything? At least an Apple Cider?
Matt: I said before, I never found out what booze can do to my mental powers.
Regina: I’m not much of a drinker either, Matty.~ So you’re not alone.~ ( Smiling at him)
Brook: ( Slapping Matt’s shoulders) C’mon you whimp, order a drink!
Matt: Huuggkk! ( Almost choking on his food) If this is a date, why is SHE here?
Brook: Hell, I’m just here for the drinks. ( Grinning and sipping more of out from her mug)
Rouge: ( Drinking something light) Mmmm.~ Not bad.~
Pullum: So Matty, you were going to tell us about why you’re back here in the States?
Marianne: Oh yes, time for you to tell us a story.~ ( Smiling )
Matt: Hmmmmm…Well I suppose a more detailed account is necessary…( Begins to talk, while eating, trying not to speak with his mouth full. Then has a mug set next to him that smelled of sweet apples)….I said “no” Marianne.
Marianne: Don’t be such a stick in the mud. Strip off those out dated ethics and at least taste it.~~ ( Smiling at him)
Matt: Okay maybe the lesson needs learned the hard way. ( Takes a sip) Hooo…( Smacking his lips) That’s a bit strong…nice and warm though. Anyway, oh, the story…
He backtracked to what had happened on Toonime, to Yechmanov’s lab in Area 51, right up to the current events. He spoke in great detail with every thought and every word that was by who, whom, and whomever. Regina’s eyes were wide with interest, Rouge and Pullum had only known half of the story, Marianne was very intrigued, resting her chin in her hand and listening carefully. Brook listened on and off, but what more into her ale and meat than she was paying any attention. She had ordered rabbit just to spite Regina for her previous failed hunt. Make the were-rabbit scoot closer to Matt.
Outside, the sun was showing signs of dusk. The highway that was some distance from the pub had a group of men in tricked out pick up trucks and one big modded semi trailer. Truck and his gang of Fire Irons were bound and determined, or least of all stubborn and stupid enough to continue their path of revenge. Truck himself was still steaming about what had happened during the convention and after that, how he got his backside handed to him by of bunch of strangers. The entire trip consisted of the gang leader muttering and ranting about the fight with some embellishment on his own part.
Truck: ( Driving his modded semi trailer) I’m gonna kill him….yeah gonna kill him…he needs to be killed…I’m gonna kill him, I’m gonna…( Radio turns on) What it is? ( Annoyed his rant got cut short)
Fire Iron Goon: Truck, we’re almost at the drive in. Some of us missed the turn, but they managed to find it.
Truck: Heh, so the sign was right when it says “Hidden Drive Way”
Fire Iron Goon: There’s just one problem…There ain’t enough parking space for your semi.
Truck: Nonsense! I’ll make my own space!
Fire Iron Goon: Boss there are too many trees for you to park here…
Truck: And the answer to that is whaaaaaat?
Fire Iron Goon: Heh, of course…( The sounds of chain saws could be heard in the back ground)
Truck: ( Hangs up his radio comm) Aaaaand that is why me, myself, and I am the King of the Road…well, one of ‘em. ( Smirking to himself)
There was a man made parking space where some trees and shrubs used to be with yellow paint shoddily plastered with Truck’s gang insignia on it. The drive in owner only face palmed himself but continued to tend to another gang that was just as rowdy, violent, and about as stubborn and foolish as Truck was. This being the far north west of the country, motor cycle gangs were the norm here. In particular a gang calling themselves Chopper Legionnaires, lead by a man with a long, bushy, dark brown beard, about the same build as Truck, curly long dark brown hair, biker helmet, sunglasses, and acted like a grizzly bear. Typically his nick name would match his demeanor, but he answered to Brawl Saul, or just Saul. His gang, as stated before, rode chopper styled motor cycles and were known to do their gang activity while still riding their bikes. All of them were modded to do something different, and their leader, naturally, had the better bike.
The gang dealt with people who got up in their business by forcing them into a fight with their boss. Making it long and painful as possible until they surrendered or got bludgeoned to death by Saul’s big fists. Like Truck, Saul had mob connections and did most of the ground work around the north west of the States. Both gangs were in league with each other, and their bosses were good buddies.
Saul: ( Sees Truck and his gang walk in, bellows as he greeted him) Heeeeeeeeeeeey!!
Truck: Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeey!! ( Both locking hands and patting backs) Its good to see you again.
Saul: Its been too long! When was our last meet up? Oooooooh yes, that big job we did a few years ago.
Truck: The big one…Saul we’ve done several big jobs, what one are you…
Saul: The BIG one, man. Hahahahaha!
Truck: ( Sitting down) Ooooh that one…( Grin gets wider) I’ll never forget how jumped those smucks and made off. Best day of our careers. But I got something that’s gotten under my skin and I wanna crush it.
Saul: ( Lowering his drink) It must be really bad if you couldn’t handle it yourself…what happened? You were at that Con out east weren’t you?
Truck: And I had a couple of hot looking numbers under my heel until THIS toothpick ruined everything! ( Showing him the photo of Matt)
Saul: ( About ready to take another slug of his beer, gazing at the photo) Truck…do you know ANYTHING about this kid?
Truck: Nothing aside from he made me and my boys look like idiots. He hits hard too for being so scrawny. ( Rubbing his ribs)
Saul: Heh…well, maybe you need a refresher. Remember that BIG job I mentioned? The one with all that nice medical tech? Well…( Handing Truck a news paper, dating several years back) And when you’re done with that one, here’s a more recent edition…( Handing him another news paper) And we got video of this recent ordeal.
Truck: ( Reading the news paper, then comparing the latest one) Its…the same kid…The exact same kid…( trying to keep his voice down) Are you telling me he…
Saul: Wrecked an entire lab that was under forged government papers and what’s worse is THIS thing is him. ( Pointing to the giant metal being during the fight with Yechmanov)
Truck:…..I still want payback.
Saul: Well, here’s where we might be able to do that. ( Smirking) This nice little number pawned off some good looking wares on us, and told me exactly where this guy is. With those two ladies you almost had.
Truck: This is perfect timing. ( Grinning wickedly) Where is he?
Saul: At an Irish Pub not far from here. One of my boys said he was with a few of those….Dark Ones.
Truck: He’s getting friendly with Darkstalkers? That’s just strange and not to mention dangerous. But hey, who are we to decline a challenge? Right?
Saul: Bwahahahaha! Right! Just so you know the kid is tricky but one good blow from what we got and if we team up on him…
Truck: Well what are we waiting for??
Both gangs roared and cheered, finishing their drinks, they all drove off with the pub in their sites. At the same time, Matt was still telling his tale. The Cider was affecting him, but not in the usual drunken state he expected. He had gotten more jovial, bolder almost. The girls were enjoying themselves and Marianne was liking her new acquaintance a bit more. It was more curiosity and intrigue, but there was a personal attachment forming. Regina also began to cozy up to Matt once she determined she could trust him even more. The Irish rock continued its show as the crowd proceeded to eat, drink, and making themselves merry. More people came in and there was no halt or skip in the beat of the jolly atmosphere of the pub.
Matt: ( Drinking another cider) So that’s about it, ladies! ( Grinning more than usual)
Rouge: What a life…I started to feel sorry, but now with how you handled everything so far, I’m inspired! ( Smiling)
Pullum: You’ve really grown up and gotten stronger. I’m impressed.~
Regina: I like you Matty.~ You’re a good human! ( Smiling cutely)
Marianne: I’m also impressed and curious about what will happen next.~ ( Almost cooing)
Brook: Hic…hic…yeah awesome shhttory…yay you! Hic…I thhhhink I had too much…Heehehehehee!
Matt: Its funny, I thought this cider would have a bad effect on me, but its made me more confident and bold! ( Grinning) I’ll be back home in no time and jump in my…( Gets interrupted)
Truck and Saul were now standing over him, and the gang swarmed around their table. The crowd had suddenly gotten quiet and the band had stopped their song mid way. Matt suddenly felt booze being poured over his head and a glass bottle shattering near him. Saul held the jagged edges to neck.
Saul: My friend here has a score to settle. You can come right out and fight him and myself, or our boys will rough up the entire pub.
Truck: Its been too long twig boy. You’re going to get what’s coming to you one way or the other. ( Looking to Rouge and Pullum) And don’t think I didn’t forget about you two either. You’re going to have some new company when we’re done.
Marianne: Let me get this straight…( Sounding smug) You chased this young man just for revenge? How shallow.
Truck: This one of those Darkstalkers?
Saul: Yeah she’s a slut succubus and this one here is one of them were-beast things.
Regina: ( Scooting behind Marianne) M-Marianne…( Getting frightened)
Brook: Hey, you’re forgetting one beast-kin wolf, boys! ( Offended they hadn’t noticed her yet)
Matt: ( Staying calm as best as he could) Truck, the very fact that you followed me this far means you’re a glutton for punishment and you don’t learn your lessons…Gaaaaah!! ( Gets smacked on head with a full beer bottle, more booze splashed all over him)
Saul: You keep quiet!
Truck: We’re in control here! And since you opened your smart mouth I think we’re going to help ourselves to your friends and cut loose on the pub! What do you think guys??
Fire Irons and Chopper Legionnaires: Hoooooraaaaaaaaaaawww!!
Rouge: H-hey stay away from us!! Hands off!!
Truck: ( Glaring down at Matt) When we’re done with you, you’ll wish Yechmanov had finished what he started.
Saul: ( Whispering in Matt’s ear) We did some stuff for him. To tell you the truth, we ran into someone we know and she showed us a nice little lady. ( Lying through his teeth) We had ourselves a time.~ Haahahahahahahahaa!!
What Saul was referring to was Celeste had given his gang some EMP weapons to counter Matt’s mental powers. Rahbie’s bottle was securely strapped to his hip and mentioned to tell her target the same lie that Saul had just uttered. Matt’s mind was still sharp, but his judgment was affected. The cider had only done one thing and that was make him bolder than normal, but it also developed a horrible temper. Normally Matt would have looked into Saul’s memories for the truth, but his recent drinking dulled his sense in that regard. The Irish rock band saw the scene as a perfect opportunity to begin playing a more lively and rockier song as the wooden Matt, Rouge, Pullum, Regina, Brook, and Marianne sat around went flying, knocking Truck, Saul and some of their gang members into the wall.
The other customers cleared out with only the band playing and the pub staff hiding as well as calling the sheriff. Truck and Saul stood up, cracking their knuckles and glaring at their target. Matt himself was now jumping all over the room to avoid the gangs attacks. The cider had also made him increasingly violent as more furniture lifted off the floor and went sailing into bikers and thugs. The two bosses charged him and stopped short when a sharp kitchen knife whizzed over Saul’s head. Both he and Truck turned around to see silverware drawers popping open and more pointy objects taking flight and aiming themselves at the bosses.
Truck: Geeezze!! Saul, you didn’t tell me he could do this! ( Dodging and taking cover)
Saul: Yes I did! He has psychic powers! I warned you didn’t I?? ( Also taking cover behind an over turned table) Boys!! Its time!!
Matt: ( His eyes beady and tone very aggravated) If you think for instant you’re getting away with touching Rahbie, then you have yet to see what I look like when I’ve gone stark raving MAD!!
Saul: Hurry up and open fire!!
Regina: ( Hiding with Marianne) Aaaaaaaahhh!! Marianne! What’s wrong with him??
Marianne: I don’t think that cider helped! But are these the gangs that he fought with out east? ( Looking to Rouge and Pullum)
Pullum: Just the one gang! But it looks like they brought another one in!
Fire Irons and Chopper Legionnaires barged in with EMP weapons. Matt took one look at them and they were roughly shoved out the door and on their back sides. He didn’t have his metal arms with him, but his DS would make a suitable substitute. Another set appeared and the steel brace clanked around his waist and the arms made an awful metallic shriek as they picked up thugs and hurled them outside of the pub.
Matt: You wanna fight me outside!? Then lets go outside!! ( Mentally picking up Saul and Truck as they were thrown outside through a window by some unseen force.
Truck: OooFFFff!! Grrrrrrr!! Get the big EMP thing rea-OOoooohhhhhh Crap!!
A balled up barrage of wooden furniture broke through the front door and plowed into the gang members trying to set up a bigger EMP weapon. In fact it was the same gadget that Celeste had used on him before. The debris damaged several key hardware components making it useless.
Saul: Gaaaah! She never said these things were fragile!! ( In a rage) Truck!
Truck: Saul!! Lets crush him!
Saul and Truck: Like a BOSS!! ( They both charge Matt to hit him as hard as they could)
Regina: ( Crying out) Matttyyyyy!!
Marianne: Stay down!! ( Pushing Regina behind cover)
Brook: ( Passed out drunk behind the bar counter) Hic….whooooo…yayz for everything…Heeheheheheee, woof.~
Both gang bosses were caught in mid charge. The four metal appendages were handling a balled up form of mental energy. Matt kept his enemies in line for an easy target.
Matt: Why can’t you leave me alone?? WHY WON’T YOU JUST LET ME GO HOME?? Rraaaaarrrrrggghhh!! ( Ready to finish the fight)
Rodney: ( Jumps in between Matt’s line of fire) Stop!!
Matt: ( Halting his attack, face full of irate anger) Hhnnnrrrrrnnnnnn!
Haken: Chill out, junior, we got this. ( Walking over with Reiji)
Reiji: ( Making eye contact with the gangs) Leave or we’ll let him brutally kill you.
Saul and Truck: Crap crap crap!! Abort mission Abort mission!! ( They and their thugs leave in a big hurry)
Suzuka: ( Walking over, her wooden clogs making a clacking sound) What a mess…( To Matt) You’re going to pay for these damages, right?
Matt: ( Still hold his ball of mental energy) Grrrrrrrr!
Rodney: Settle down. ( Sounding stern) Come on. Lets get a move, those gangs made us lose time. ( Patting Matt’s shoulder) I got the money for the damages.
Regina: I-is it safe to come out?
Rodney: Yeah they left. Scoop up your drunken friend, we pulled the van nearby.
The pub was almost totaled but Rodney had indeed more than paid for the damages in cash. The pub owner wanted an explanation, but after a hushed conversation he understood. The Sheriff had just arrived and attempted to stop the group for questioning. Rodney also dealt with that matter, leaving the Sheriff scratching his head in confusion. Everyone else had piled inside the van waiting for others. Matt was not in the mood to talk. Instead he found a corner of the back part of van and sat by himself. Ashamed of his outburst and wishing he was closer to the west coast so this nightmare would end.
At this very hour there was an island wide alert that the caution level had risen to the highest it had been since the Tokakrien hoards had attempted to invade Toonime. Armed guards and ONBU Black Ops were everywhere. The RP House residents had finished their defensive measures and now the entire exterior had turrets attached this way and that in the most goofiest positions. America, Britain, and France were now bickering over it.
America and Britain: You couldn’t just leave those alone??
France: Its waz bad Feng Sway! Alzo giving eet a more artistic look makes it more homey, no?
America and Britain: NO!!
Joe: ( Standing at a big window that gave a good view of the street outside) Something is wrong here…I can feel it.
Tao: Meow? Moon God senses tingling?
Joe: Tao honey they are buzzing like crazy.
Nami: Has there been any word from the Kunze Kingdom?
Joe: Aside from burning those nests, no. ( Sees a buss pull up) Now what’s this aboooooouuuuuut!~ Woof Woof!~~ ( Gets a big smile on his face and his wolf tail starts wagging)
Tao: Meow? Who…are they? ( Sees the people stepping off the buss) Boobies!!~
Mio: They look like Pokemon, but they’re also full grown women? ( Confused)
Bacon: Wow…they’re all huge! Hey, that reminds me! There was this research reservation in MonBush that had a breakthrough on a new Pokemon evolution. Is this it?
Italy: Veeeee it could be.
Sala: ( At the front door) Now keep quiet and I’ll do the talking.
Jolty: As if, what did the doctor tell us?
Ivory: Correct. I do the talking.
Jolty: That’s not what I was shooting for! ( Stomping her foot angrily)
Joe: ( At the front door, sitting on his haunches like an excited dog) Let ‘em in, let ‘em in!~
Izzy: Calm down Joe. Heh, you see a group of knockers and you start acting like a puppy..~
Joe: Woof woof.~ ( Grinning happily and wagging his tail in agreement)
Ivory: ( Sees the door open, and greets Izzy) Hello.~ We come from the Pokemon Reservation from MonBush. We’ve been issues papers to move in temporarily until the island’s security has been properly established. ( Handing Izzy the forms)
Izzy: Joe? Joe get off your boner train and look at this…
Joe: Okay okay, heheheh. ( Chuckling, looking over the paper work) Oh…sod…They actually had one get loose? What did it look like?
Jolty: We don’t know. But it was smart enough to run around to get away, use a gun, and try to find our radio room.
Joe…….I wish I could remember what those things were called. Well, this is troubling. But please, come in and make yourselves comfy.~ ( To himself) In my pants.~
Ivory: Thank you.~ ( Bowing. Her large chest under a shirt bouncing around )
The Pokegirls had successfully moved into the RP House with new information for the island Officials. At that time the rescue team waited yet another day for Matt’s return. Mayreen took her post at an intersection that met with another street forming a “T”. She stood, watched, then sat down on all fours like a cat, and waited patiently. Her lost kitten express making the others anxious and wish they could leave and begin their search anew, but Anthony held his ground on staying. He himself was staying in touch with the Toonime Officials.
Anthony: ( Hanging up from a phone call) This isn’t good. Whenever we go home, we will be walking into a tense situation.
Napalm: Anything new?
Anthony: One of those things from the nests they’ve been uncovering hatched and got loose in a Pokemon reservation. This is what it looks like…( Showing Napalm and the other Omega Sketch members)
Napalm:….Dear lord no…not these things…
Azure: Oooooooo…Um, maybe nothing will happen when we get home, nya?
Naara: That’s very doubtful. Look at these photos from the east side.
Napalm: What is going on? Why are both of them showing up on the island? Anthony we need to speed up this search.
Anthony: I know we should, but we still don’t know if someone will try to mess with out search again.
Napalm: New Genesis said they drove them off. But…
Azure: They could have done something sneaky as a back up plan. Myah, this is a lot that’s going on…
Naara: For now lets keep it light and fluffy…we don’t want to upset Mayreen.
Mayreen: ( Watching and waiting) Matty….please….come home?~
Fancy Meeting You
Little request for my friend Matt, he is the soldier. the model I use I think is stubborn on face posing but non-the-less here it is. A little thing going on with Ambar who is my female pyro being a bit of a flirt.
Yaaaaaaaaaay!~ 83 This makes my morning better after waking up at 4:30am before I head off to work! Thank you very much! X3
Heh, that Ambar booty. :3Source: steelteeth13
Anyone out there who has been taken advantage of your adult children or if you fall in the category yourself and you have given your children reason to leave you to die a cold, lonesome, death, then God have mercy on you. Mercy on those like me ( Anyone out there too) who is supposed to shut up and listen and do as I am told like a mindless animal. Mercy on the parents of adult children who wish they could move on with their futures but cannot because you twist their arms, guilt trip, and lie to them to get money to pay for your idiot mistakes.
Let the fight for a future begin. I will run you over if I have to.
Since Google is forcing people to use Google+ in order to make comments on Youtube, I have totally switched to FireFox and will begin using Yahoo as my search engine. After uninstalling Chrome I thought it would be a good idea to ask those of you who are disgruntled and just plain miffed at Google to uninstall Google Chrome if you haven’t done so already and stay away from their search engine.
Once you uninstall Chrome your default browser will pop up and have you fill out a survey as to why you uninstalled. There’s a ticker box that allows you to fill in your own comment. I did so, expressing my disgust.
I know well enough that people all over the world are hopping mad at Google’s forceful tactic, so, lets show them what we think about that.