You're right imi, I'm sure if I were stuck on a desert island and I had to cannibalize someone I would prefer a nice hefty pair of broasts, I now see the light
More people have said that and been killed than there are thorium decay products.
So you aren't actually using MS Paint to draw these, right?
Damn, exposed as a fraud right out of the gate!
No, you're right, I use Photoshop. I started out in MS Paint (in fact, the only image on this site done in Paint is the very first one). But I quickly switched to Photoshop. I needed to be able to keep things on separate layers in an organized series of files as the stories built in complexity. "MS Paint Adventures" was what I named the game before any of this became an issue though, and the name just stuck.
All of Problem Sleuth, Bard Quest and Jailbreak (sans the first page) were drawn (and sometimes animated) in Photoshop. Same with Homestuck, except for a few pages made with Flash here and there, to facilitate sound and interactive elements.
So how did this all start, anyway?
I started it as a game in an online forum. The idea was exactly the same, but people would post their command suggestions in the thread, and I would reply to the thread with images. Pretty much the entire Jail Break adventure was developed in this format. I moved it to its own website for archival purposes.
What is the site's update schedule?
There isn't one! Unless you count "a lot" as a schedule. I'm usually putting stuff up just about every day, and usually multiple pages with each update. But I reserve the right to miss an "update day" here and there. Or even disappear for a week if I want to. I sort of like to think I can do whatever I want.
What do you use to do animation?
Mostly Photoshop CS3 (Problem Sleuth) but lately, Flash too (Homestuck).
Because that is how long it took to tell the story!
Who are you, and why are you throwing all this weird shit all up in our business?
My name is Andrew, and I have done some other stuff too. As for why I'm doing this, my objective is merely to make your day just a little more fucking awesome.
I'm listening to Teenage Dream. I'm pretty sure that if I'd been born 20 years later, this would have been my Dreamland. And Doo-Wops and Hooligans would have likely been my Gonna Make You Sweat, if my reaction to "Grenade" was any indication.
actually, speaking of frontloading, i find that frontloading one's semester can be helpful
instead of an extreme amount of pain alongside nigh-impossible situations late in the semester, i get a moderate amount of pain and more feasibly-completable situtaions throughout the semester
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Sometimes, the problem with sociaEVERYBODY. OPEN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR EVVABODY WALK THE DINOSAUR.
The non-chorus parts always makes me imagine a delusional man recounting his experiences after the apocalypse. The chorus might be comparing the present situation of humanity to that of the dinosaurs
It was a night like this forty million years ago I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice I felt a little tired, so I watched 'Miami Vice
I met you in a cave, you were painting buffalo I said I'd be your slave, follow wherever you go That night we split a rattlesnake and danced beneath the stars You fell asleep, I stayed awake and watched the passing cars
One night I dreamed of New York You and I roasting blue pork In the Statue of Liberty's torch
Elvis landed in a rocket, rocket, rocket ship Healed a couple of lepers and disappeared But where was his beard
A shadow from the sky, much too big to be a bird A screaming, crashing noise louder than I've ever heard It looked like two big silver trees that somehow learned to soar Suddenly a summer breeze and a mighty lion's roar
Sometimes, the problem with sociaEVERYBODY. OPEN THE DOOR, GET ON THE FLOOR EVVABODY WALK THE DINOSAUR.
The non-chorus parts always makes me imagine a delusional man recounting his experiences after the apocalypse. The chorus might be comparing the present situation of humanity to that of the dinosaurs
It was a night like this forty million years ago I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice I felt a little tired, so I watched 'Miami Vice
I met you in a cave, you were painting buffalo I said I'd be your slave, follow wherever you go That night we split a rattlesnake and danced beneath the stars You fell asleep, I stayed awake and watched the passing cars
One night I dreamed of New York You and I roasting blue pork In the Statue of Liberty's torch
Elvis landed in a rocket, rocket, rocket ship Healed a couple of lepers and disappeared But where was his beard
A shadow from the sky, much too big to be a bird A screaming, crashing noise louder than I've ever heard It looked like two big silver trees that somehow learned to soar Suddenly a summer breeze and a mighty lion's roar
Huh, it's like "King of the World" by Steely Dan if it were played for laughs.
"Whew... This is so hot. So hot I could die!" "(Are the dolls okay?)" "Yeah, but it's so hot I wouldn't be surprised if they burned up." "(I think the dolls themselves will be fine, but it would be bad if the gunpowder inside caught fire.)" "Why the hell did you stuff gunpowder in 'em?!"
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Assassin poems, Poems that shoot
guns. Poems that wrestle cops into alleys
and take their weapons leaving them dead
instead of an extreme amount of pain alongside nigh-impossible situations late in the semester, i get a moderate amount of pain and more feasibly-completable situtaions throughout the semester
...then i run into a troll prof
then i could joke that he is the embarasso of the senate
I lit a cigarette, picked up a monkey skull to go
The sun was spitting fire, the sky was blue as ice
I felt a little tired, so I watched 'Miami Vice
I met you in a cave, you were painting buffalo
I said I'd be your slave, follow wherever you go
That night we split a rattlesnake and danced beneath the stars
You fell asleep, I stayed awake and watched the passing cars
One night I dreamed of New York
You and I roasting blue pork
In the Statue of Liberty's torch
Elvis landed in a rocket, rocket, rocket ship
Healed a couple of lepers and disappeared
But where was his beard
A shadow from the sky, much too big to be a bird
A screaming, crashing noise louder than I've ever heard
It looked like two big silver trees that somehow learned to soar
Suddenly a summer breeze and a mighty lion's roar
(it works better if you pronounce it with an accent such that "arma" and "armor" sound alike)
"(Are the dolls okay?)"
"Yeah, but it's so hot I wouldn't be surprised if they burned up."
"(I think the dolls themselves will be fine, but it would be bad if the gunpowder inside caught fire.)"
"Why the hell did you stuff gunpowder in 'em?!"
Become the legendary Hanger Mask, bane of all hangers.
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