Thanks guys, I tried to dim it a bit, but it makes it look too dark.... I didn't do much, and I don't have many fonts, so I used Arial:
I followed a tut for this one, but basically it's custom. I'm proud of this one. It is a little bright, I tried to dim it a little: V1: V2: CnC?
Hai. Read Rulez, Post Lots, Have Fun. In that order. :3
9/10 for lubbin' kookies. Spray Paint avvy ftw.
8/10 for makin' dis threadz. :3
Hai. Read Rulez, Post Lots, Have Fun. That's all.
Geez. I almost had all my bro's music, which is over a hundred songs. Btw, out of all the crap I have on my Zune (which is 5 videos-two shows and two 2 1/2 hour long movies and an AMV- 31 Pics, and 201 songs), I still have about 25 G left. :/
Yeah, you're probably right.... Wait. Am I counted as a n00b? 0_o
I finally got my dad to put in his stupid password so I could update my Zune program and I found out: I have 201 songs. :/ That's the most I've ever had. (Sounds sad, huh?) The update is cool, though. :/
Dammit, why not 13 and up...? TT.TT
Xionix walked back over to Nebx's room to examine the blades from the other day. "I like them... they're really nice..." He said as he picked one of them up.
I didn't do much, but I took out the pixels. I still think it looks the same. V2:
One question: What's FG?
I made this pretty quickly, but I'm pretty happy about this one. My only problem is the text: V1: V2: CnC?
0oC-Geez, I've got school I go to, so I can't get all of this.... fillin' in?
Did you know if you hold down: Ctrl+Shift+Alt and press 2 it will turn your computer screen upside down? :3
Okay, the Poll is now officially closed! (Or at least, until I get someone to close if for me. :3) The Winner is: Repliku!!!! Congrats to Repliku! You adopted me!!!
"You know what: You seem to be a pretty mean leader if you're going to treat us like this!" Xionix said angrily as he walked through a portal.
Xionix headed over to the training room where Nebx had just went. "Umm.... so why did you make us weapons...?" He asked.
Conclusion after Facing Death Chapter 1 You know, it's kinda weird how people judge you just by how you look. People are always fall head over heals just to get into the... "cool" group. Not me. And I became hated for it. I'm only 13, and I'm hated because I decided not to become a part of the "Cool Group". It's actually kinda stupid if you ask me. Well, whatever you think- I didn't do anything! It all started out a cloudy, frosty morning. Not very pleasant, I'll tell you that. Well, as I walked into the Student Center, I had one of the "cool kids" come up to me, tell me to meet him over by the slope by the building. I didn't care to do it, but he sounded like he really wanted me to go over there. So, I put my bag down and walked over there. When I got there, I noticed one of the other guys had a kid in his grasp. He was crying, so I decided to help him. They didn't like it. As I started to help the kid, they started throwing punches at me, telling me to stop it. I didn't. That ticked them off even more. As I slowly made my way over to where the kid was, I started to get hit harder and harder until I was bleeding and finally I punched one of the kids right in the nose. Broke it instantly. The rest of the kids backed off so I got the kid that was crying and took him to the office. That's when the hatred came into play. The school nurse treated my wounds, and I walked out of the office. Those kids were all standing in my way of getting to class. "What the hell do you think you were doing?" One of them said. "I was helping a kid you were torturing. Why? Didn't like it?" I said coldly. I guess what I said kinda triggered what happened, too. Oh well. "No, in fact, we're going to have to beat you to a pulp for that." Another said. "Today, after school, behind the church." "No thanks." I said. "You're going to fight. We'll make sure of it." Another said. Great. I was already getting into fights. These kids may have been the "cool kids", but they were also the jocks. I hate jocks. So, I decided to go beat them just to get them to leave me alone. Two words: Bad Idea.
