Friday, December 23, 2005

   Blah...
Sorry about not posting anything. I've been too busy roleplaying. I don't draw much while I'm on vacation ._.

Anywhom, I'm gonna try to draw a really cool picture containing me [Elfleda] and all of my runescapian friends. Oh, and I'll probably draw a demon just for the hell of it.

PcE,
spaZmodius

P.S Wanna know why I'm so cool? Cuz I do things like this:

T	Trustworthy
H	Healthy
E	Eccentric
U	Unforgettable
L	Lovable
T	Technological
I	Innocent
M	Magical
A	Awesome
T	Twisted
E	Elitist
P	Perverse
E	Earthy
I	Insane
C	Cute
E	Elitist
O	Old
F	Feminine
C	Controversial
H	Honorable
E	Eccentric
E	Enchanting
S	Shaggy
E	Explosive

Name / Username:

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

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Tuesday, December 20, 2005

   hehehe, this makes me laugh every time...

S	Smooth
P	Principled
A	Ambitious
Z	Zonked
M	Mesmerizing
O	Odd
D	Dreamy
I	Insane
U	Useful
S	Spiritual

Name / Username:

Name Acronym Generator
From Go-Quiz.com

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Friday, December 16, 2005

   I'm...so...tired...
And overworked.
Sorry for not submitting anything. I'm working on mah comic. I'm doing pretty good too ^.^ I'm working on chapter two right now, but I need to redo chapter one because I did the panels wrong.
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Monday, December 12, 2005

   Well me lovees...
I'm done with chapter one! (hey that rhymed) And I'm now loking for a place that will host me for free, and someone who will give me a website for free. I'm not having much luck with the last one >.< But I did find someone who will host.

If you can find a website place that doesn't ask for your address or phone number then pleeeeeeeeeeeeease, Pm me.

MEOW!,
spaZmodius
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Wednesday, December 7, 2005

   Blargh...
Blah

My neopets comic got rejected (I knew it would) And i'm BORED!

But who gives a sliz about that? I'm making a comic book (as is DJ) And I have decided on one thing. I SOLEMLY SWEAR TO NEVER EVER EVER DO ONE FO THOSE SHOPPING SCENES WHERE THE MAIN CHARACTERS DO A WARDROBE MOTAGE UNLESS ONE OF THEM IS HOPLESSLY NEKKID.

Oh yeah, you better belive i'm insane. But seriously folks. No one wants to read six pages of some guy trying on clothes. NO ONE! Not even me and my twisted self. In the second comic I ever did I did one of those scenes and it took 11 pages and a bad spoof of hottopic. 'sides, it's annoying.

All in all I would liketh to sayeth... red the previous post please! It's mah short storeh!

Keep that sliz up,

spaZmodius

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Monday, December 5, 2005

   The mixture, Narrorated by Cyrus Hershell Vivace, A short story by spaZmodius
I was sitting in a foot of thick greenish liquid. He was lying next to me, his head on my lap, and my hand on his shoulder.

"What did we do to deserve this?" His trembling voice echoed through the stadium.

"I don't know Kryton, But we'll get out somehow." I replied squeezing him tighter. Truthfully I had no faith in my own words. We were going to die, I was sure of it.

Somehow Ignatius had created the mixture. It was originally a small vial of liquid formed by electrically charging helium and carbon monoxied. It began to grow after he accidentally added water to it. He soon noticed that it grew twice as large every time something mixed with it. Thus, he called it the mixture.

I know this becasue he told me. Oh how he had told me in depth! I could have gone without knowing all of that. But it might be helpful towards my fellow Arconians.

Randolf was sitting in onw of the stadium seats attentively typing away on his keyboard. I could not tell what he was observing; Us, or it...

PLINK!

I quickly looked down at Kryton. He looked into my eyes with a horrified expression. He had cut his forehead on my armour and the blood was slowly dripping down... down... down...

Another thing added to the mixture.

Suddenly the mixture began churning violently. It began to extend upward in psuedopods, reaching for the ceiling. Only it wasn't the ceiling it was reaching for, it was Kryton.

Randolf looked up from his work and briskly removed his glasses.

"This si it!" He shouted. "Time to die, Demons!"

Randolf's wild eyes arrowed and he smirked. He fled down the many stairs and was halfway over the glass barrier when a familiar voice broke the silence.

"Randolf! It will engulf you as well if you touch it."

There he stood. The man who started it all.

Ignatius.

Kryton squeezed my waist tighter. I could hear nothing but Ignatius' footsteps and Kryton's breath.

As he walked foreward the mixture parted, leaving a narrow but clean passage for him to walk upon. I stared into his cold grey eyes.

Ignatius looked away from me and towards Kryton. I hadn't noticed, but his breathiing had grown shallow, his eyes were partly closed, and he wasn't holding on to me as gard as before.

Yet I was perfectly fine.

"The blood of a virgin did it." His cold voice peirced the air. "It's tasted his blood and now it wants his flesh."

I nodded to indicate that I understood. He was so young, he didn't deserve to die. I gently stroked Kryton's face for a moment. Ignatius remained silent for the whole time.

The mixture had completely covered Kryton's lower half and was creeping up around his waist. Ignatius' hand gently fell upon my shoulder. I lashed out at him with a spurt of magic and cut his right arm.
"Ignatius you bastard!" I shouted." How could you kill an innocent child?"

"It's not like any of this could be anticipated. The mixture is unpredictable. Just like adolescent halfbreeds..."

I hated to admit it but he was right. It all seemed pretty hopeless from here...

PLINK!

Ignatius looked over to his right arm. Blood was pouring from his wound, flowing down his arm, and dripping off his fingertips.

"I don't see how I missed that..." He stated. I gave a short weak laugh.

Suddenly the mixture grew larger than before. I pulled Kryton from my arms.

"Kryton!!" I then looked at ignatius. 'I thought you said it was complete!"

"It is, and now it's serving it's purpose. Protecting it's master..."

Before I could think the mixture swerved up aroun my legs and pulled me under. I couldn't breathe! I was choking on it.. everything was going faint. Soon it began to burn away at my fur and skin, I was dying.

All I could think about was how Kryton was doing. Ignatius most likely left us here to die. Unless he had taken Kryton with him... NO! I was never going to let that bastard take Kryton, Never!

It took all of my strength to do so, but I eventually broke the surface. It had only been a minute but it had felt like hours.

After I had cleared the gunk out of my throat I scrutinized my surroundings. I had been taken to the other side of the stadium. There were no lights here, the only light in the whole building was a rather small one that lit up only the area I was before. Iganatius was no longer there, and neither was Kryton.

"Oh god. This just keeps getting worse." I said aloud.

I stayed in the blackened rea of the stadium for a while. I was about to move when The door opened. I heard voices.

"Did you do as Ignatius said?"
"Yeah, the kid's locked up in one of the confinement rooms."
"What about blondie?"
"Oh we haven't found him yet, I think he's dead."
"Yeah..."

I heard the door slam again. I stayed perfectly quiet until I knew for a fact that no one was there. The mixture must have stopped thrashing when Ignatius left. I was glad for it was a lot easier to swim to the door that way.

I didn't take the door that Ignatius' minions took. I went through a cleverly concealed door that was close to where I was now.

A good bit of the mixture spilled onto the ground when I opened the door. I could hardly stand and soon found myself sprawled upon the floor, gasping for air. I was too weak to stand, so I remained lying there. I felt someone lift me into their arms.

"Wha?"
"Don't speak, you don't have enough strength as it is."

I soon fell into a warm sleep...

CHAPTER TWO

I awoke screaming my head off and clutching the heavy overcoat that had kept me warm in my sleep. I had no idea where I was, or where Kryton was.

"Who are you and what the hell do you want from me?" I demanded while holding my glowing hands out in casting position.

"Calm down blondie." I heard a sharp irritated voice shout.

"Xander? What the hell are doing here?" I asked. It was impossible to forget his voice.

"I'm saving you and KRyton's asses." He paused, then added with a wink. "What else would I be doing?"

I gave him a weak smile as I handed him back his coat. He pulled it on and began telling me about how he had gotten in here.

I hadn't been paying attention very well and interrupted him. "Kryton' in one of the confinement rooms. I suppose we should go find him." Xander gave me a dirty look, but he nodded because I was right.

About an hour later we came across the long hallway containing all 128 confinement rooms. I had a feeling that Kryton was in the last one. That where Ignatius always put me. I ran down to the end and looked in the small window, Kryton was in there, but he was asleep. I quickly tried to work at the locks but Ignatius had some pretty impossible ones. I was very close to opening it when something began to flow around my ankles. I was thick, green, and was pulling on me.

"Xander!" I shreiked, "It's the mixture!"

"I noticed."

There was no way I could fight this thing. How do you control a liquid? You can't slash it, chop it, decapitate it, or burn it. I fell to my knees. Xander turned around and looked at me wild eyed.

"I can't do it..." I managed to squeak through my tears.

"Well sitting there like a child isn't going to help much either!" He shouted back.

I had given up all hope. I couldn't have cared if someone killed me right then, right there.

Then it hit me. The mixture knew that I had hurt Ignatius because his blood had poured into it. There was a good chance that if I bled into the mixture, it would assume me dead and leave me alone. I yanked Xander's sword from him and slashed myself across the arm. I began chanting a curse as I let my blood pour down into the mixture. It began to make churn and made a low growling noise. I stoof there with my eyes closed, ready for what ever was going to hit me.

Nothing did. It was going away. I immediately kicked the door opening it in the most effecient way possible. Xander ran in and grabbed Kryton while I stood watch.

"Xander... I don't think I fooled it..."

After hearing my words he looked out towards the hall. It was coming at us again, slowly, but it had brought a friend along. Ignatius.

His eyes were glowing a wild red and flames brusted from his fingertips. The fire spread across him arms and stopped around his shoulders.

"You never know when to stop do you, Vivace?" His sisnister voice, thick with hatred, sliced through the air. He stopped moving about 20 feet in front of us. Kryton squeaked in terror and buried his face into Xander's shirt.

"The fire burns brilliantly, peircing the darkness. Do you think you could defeat me Cyrus?" Ignatius hissed.

"I don't think, I just do." I shouted while stabbing the ground with a large metal pole I had found. I sang out a spell of enchantment morphing the pole into a staff.

"Well then, you ready for it?" I asked him.

CHAPTER THREE

He didn't answer, he showed me. He lashed out at me with a powerful fire spell. It hit me, and it hit me good. My arm was burned a bit shoulder but not enough to bother me too much. I lifted up my staff and began to chant. A cold chill filled the air and began swirling around. The ground began to shake and a crevice opened in the ground. Four corpses crawled out. I was surprised. I didn't think I could control that many servents at a time. I shouted my command as they stumbled towards Ignatius. He chanted and a ring of fire appeared around them stopping them from motion. I threw my staff down and leapt through the fire and zombies. I delivered the kick across his face. He didn't fall. He just stood there, laughing.

"Do you really think that that could affect me in any way?" He sneered.

"Well no, but it distracted you."

"What?" He asked.

I would have answered, but Xander had gotten the hint. He had carefully placed Kryton on the ground, ran over to where I was, and impaled Ignatius in the stomach with his sword. He slowly fell to the ground. I watched as his blood poured from the wound onto the floor. I bent over and felt his pulse. He was still alive.

Then I remembered the mixture.

"Oh shit..." Xander said as the mixture began to make a low growling noise. Soon it grew to be a loud feirce roar. Xander ran over to Kryton, picked him up, and grabbed me by the colllar of my shirt. I didn't even know it had a collar.

I could hear the mixture sloshing behind us as we ran down the hall. We were just about to the end when it extended it's psudopods in front of use, making an inpenatrable wall.

"Oh for the love of Ona'i! Now what are we going to do?" I shouted while covering myself with my wings. "This is insane!"

I secretely decided to go quietly when suddenly a voice broke the awkward silence.

"Leave them alone my servent. They may leave now."

The mixture shrunk back into a corner and settled. It was asleep. I looked back to where Ignatius stood. He had overcome his wound and was looking mein the eyes.

"You fight pretty well for a halfbreed and a pirate." He said with a smirk. "But you still deserve to die. Just not today. I want to give kryton a chance to fix that being a virgin problem."

"He's only 11." Xander inquired.

"True, but he needs to be a little bit older before he starts paying for other peoples mistakes."

And with that, it was over. Xander, Kryton, and I found our way out of there and were looking for the next village in seemingly no time. But for some reason I still felt as if I was going to meet the mixture again. But of course, that would be after Ignatius perfected it.

I shuddered at the thought and ran to catch up with Xander.

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Saturday, December 3, 2005

   ... pamcakes! And potatas...
Well, new fanart. It's some stupid comic thingie I did for neopets.
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Thursday, December 1, 2005

   Mmmph! Nnnnnnn... ZZZZZ (I hat chloroform.)
Guess what?

Missy got bored and found a random band name generator… check this out:



1. My lemon cigarette polar bear
2. Museum of bread
3. Poop towel trio
4. The Brad Sherwood redhead
5. My four slipper pens aware
6. Purple monster from curly trousers
7. Classic kommon zu
8. Wank biscuit like screwdriver
9. Madame Corinthian slug
(aww... forget it, ya'll can count)
MacGuiver’s scro froods
That’s ten babies
Your rubber pants
It’s one more purkle after the other
The ten mongrels
It’s Tim Taylor
The stimulus-like trio
Your recipricol stirrups
Sir American Dodo
Doctor overcast
The fiery many more
Your obliterative stingers
Monastary and many more albinos
Miss Johnothon-like mastoid nuts
Fat dancers mutant flippantly
Duke missing R of kilogram
Body builders of killer kitten
President moon pie
Tennis is prolific
Semi erotic polititions (ingenius!!)
Another two livers
Don’t smolder under my armpit
John Fist and bomber’s tadpoles
One more monkey-like convention
It’s hunky pooplands
Kansas’s knarley soybean
Hard rock Miss seagull house sitter
My miraculous symphony-not
Sunset-like falafel
My odor
that’s miss lady-like’s Sudafed
The lip balm quartet
Weather-comic stricken drunkard
Unsustainable chuckleheads
My belly buttons
My lemon
The inbred band
Mister tangy Alabama
My four toads
One more many more peppermints
Squishy Neanderthals of quitter run afoul of fridge-riddims and ice cream
Lion and flotsam (it just sounds hilarious)
Donald Foose and my four Xena
Another rumplestilkskin
The Canadian and the mummy
Self-satisfied Austrian (smug, people, smug)
Bungee cord uranium isotopes
That’s my snail-houseboat
The ten snot rags and Ryan Adams
It’s cushion
The Tom Chase experience butt-plug’s no dukes of hazard

I'm trying to name a band in my comic. Which one of these is your favorite?

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   100!!
Woohooo 100 hits celebration!
Anywho, I apoligize for not drawing anything lately. I have a pile (literally, pile) of stuff that I haven't inked yet for the sole fact that I can't afford a fricken sharpie! (i'm poor T.T)

The lens out of my glasses fell out at my boyfriends house while we were watching charlie and the choclate factory (looks like michael jackson...). Don't ask how, it just did...

So for the past week I have been wearing my "Half-glasses" It's nuts!!

I have a very mild perscription; I can see where I'm walking and such but can't read from across a classroom. So I would wear my hlaf-glasses and close one eye when I needed to read something.His dad found it today and gave it back to me. I just haven't put them together yet because I lost my glasses... Oh, there they are.

I've got sad news though. My orchestra teacher betrayed me...

I'm running out of room so when I get more details one what's gonna happen i'll tell you, kay?
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Saturday, November 26, 2005

   Furcadia
Go to www.furcadia.com
it's a cool anthropomorphic game. It's cool. I'm elfelda whisper me ;0
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