I can't believe there was another Pikabitch here on Newgrounds all along.^^ This is sooo fun.
Did you draw this in Flash? It's not easy to do this kind of rather advance shading in Flash I find. Good job and keep em' comin'.^^
aha this was so long ago, done in paint tool SAI
Spill my chilly thoughs? Well that is a challange accepted my only friend. Shrill will my critique be. Like a ravens gawk and a hawks beak. The early bird gets the worm is it not so? Reminds me of Poe:
"Lo! ’t is a gala night
Within the lonesome latter years!
An angel throng, bewinged, bedight
In veils, and drowned in tears,
Sit in a theatre, to see
A play of hopes and fears,
While the orchestra breathes fitfully
The music of the spheres.
Mimes, in the form of God on high,
Mutter and mumble low,
And hither and thither fly—
Mere puppets they, who come and go
At bidding of vast formless things
That shift the scenery to and fro,
Flapping from out their Condor wings
That motley drama—oh, be sure
It shall not be forgot!
With its Phantom chased for evermore
By a crowd that seize it not,
Through a circle that ever returneth in
To the self-same spot,
And much of Madness, and more of Sin,
And Horror the soul of the plot.
But see, amid the mimic rout,
A crawling shape intrude!
A blood-red thing that writhes from out
The scenic solitude!
It writhes!—it writhes!—with mortal pangs
The mimes become its food,
And seraphs sob at vermin fangs
In human gore imbued.
Out—out are the lights—out all!
And, over each quivering form,
The curtain, a funeral pall,
Comes down with the rush of a storm,
While the angels, all pallid and wan,
Uprising, unveiling, affirm
That the play is the tragedy, “Man,”
And its hero, the Conqueror Worm."
I'm trying to remember it in it's whole. Read aloud by me Lord Leovuld Meadowgrove.
Thank you Lord Leovuld Meadogrove. Rash and harsh words can break minds and soul alike. We artists are fragile beings indeed.
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