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not much going on thinking about another song

ugh i finish a picture now i cant upload it gaahhh

well i gess ill kiss writing music goodbye my best days are behind me. lets recap
my best song was Dreamer's fight
march of the dead after that my scores began to recline and now another attempt at a song has just failed ohh well goodbye my loyal fans faires and JJ. maybe ill get my mojo back but till then check out my art

A flower grows in the cracks of a street, beauty pierces the darkest surfaces petals fall and are blown away like the dreams we had chase the petals chase a dream.

i will start off by making a short review off a lesser known game, then talk of some collabs, and finally rant.
The game i am reviewing is shadow of the colossus for the ps2. the opening scene to say the least is very impressive especialy by ps2 standards you enter a large gothic cathedral with your horse and a whit bundle. inside you reach and alter and place the bundle upon it. when the cloth is taken away a girl is lying their. after dispatching a few enemies a voice calls down and asks you were you got that sword. you make a deal he will restore her soul if you first defeat the sixteen colossus. you ride off the fight the first beast, and are graced with a tutorial. when the cutscene showing the beast starts you can only gape at it. taking down your first was epic 15 more to go. while this is the entire game each colossus is like a mini puzzle level. you must find and exploit its weaknesses to defeat. this is easier said than done as the beast try to shake you off then attack you. the gameplay is solid although the journey between battles is a little long you wont mind it to much though since the scenery is nice and has quite the variety. your fight take place in lake the middle of the desert even in the sky. enough about the game play unto the story. while the main character pulls a link on us and the story doesn't start to develop till later the opening scene keeps you questioning what will happen? as the story unfolds two huge plot twists just make the story freakin epic i dont want to ruin how the game ends. if you like puzzles platformers or action games i suggest checking this one out the story alone is worth playing through the game. once you beat the game you unlock hard mode, andt time attack normal. playing hardmode changes the game alot you can die in a few hits, the colossus are extremely resilient, and some have increased weak points making you traverse from their back to shoulder to stomach. once hardmode is beaten time attack hard is unlocked. after every two battes in time attack mode you unlock new items and weapons. i cannot lie although the game is great and can give you hours of fun their are frustration like finding out you went the wrong way and somtimes the horse will give you pains, and if you grab wrong on a colossus you flop around uselessly till your thrown off, but these are no more than minor ticks in this great game. definately check this game out 8.5/10

unto the collabs castle collab here element collab here

im to lazy to rant right now come again later

and gess whats on it? some Epica some Metalica some Kamelot some Sirenia some Nightwish some Von Karajan and more newgrounds techno than you can shake a stick at whats on yours?

i have no inspiration. i cant write music at all right now. and my drawings are boring cuss im realy bord currently. im in a slump creatively right now does any 1 have somthing that could iinspire me.

True evil knows no bounds. It expands and takes; it gives nothing, and takes everything.
Staring at a now black computer screen, an average office worker began for his trek home. He grabbed his old blue jacket, his suitcase, and slightly tattered pride. There is no more noble then a pencil pusher. As he walked out of his cubical he waved goodbye to his coworkers who still remained to finish their mountain of work. Most of them have no family to get home to. While considering the home lives of his coworkers, our pencil pusher's thoughts began to drift to his own family. His wife only a year younger than him was not a prize for the superficial. Her nose was slightly hooked, and very small. Her eyes were a dull blue almost gray, but upon seeing her husband return, they sparkled like the most brilliant of diamonds. A computer wire connecting across two cubicles ended his thoughts quite drastically, and allowed him to meet the gray carpet floor. Once he had yelled a few choice words into the carpet he got back to his feet. To his dismay he found that his suitcase had opened, and sent his carefully organized papers across the floors. The man practiced his self-control, and calmly kicked his suitcase a good ten feet. Surprisingly this did nothing to improve the situation, or his mood. Grumbling to himself the pencil pusher got to his knees, and began collecting his papers. "Well if it isn't one of my loyal serfs on his hands an knees were he belongs!" said a playful voice; playful in the same way a cat is playful with a mouse. As the "serf" raised his head, sod did his temper. For standing before him was his boss's pride and joy Jane. Jane even without heels was easily a head taller than most men, and on this particular day, she wore bright red converse. He stood straight up, gathered himself, and glared right at her neck. "Get back on the ground serf."
This time actually using his self-control he bit his tongue and said nothing. The seventeen years old heiress let out an amused laugh, and walked on past him. Once he was sure she was gone he began to collect his papers, and headed toward the elevator. As he did his thought drifted back to the face that would await him once he got home. This was interrupted again not by a wire, but by the realization that Jane took the elevator, whose button he was now jamming. A chill ran down his spine as he saw the numbers go down on the elevator. He was not sure why but he had an ominous feeling about it. Shrugging of the feeling he decided to take the stairs to the parking garage. Down down down went the steps. As did his feeling that skipping the elevator did. His bad ankle, a childhood injury, was throbbing like crazy. Relief flooded over him once he reached the parking garage door. The pencil pusher walked out into the parking garage, and was met by a rush of cold air. Smiling at his throbbing ankle, and the handicap sticker that came with it he walked a whole two feet to get into his car. Throwing his suitcase in the back, and starting the car he began to back out of his space. Then something caught his attention. It appeared to be a small gleam in his rear view mirror. Peering closer he realized it was no more than tinfoil in the wind. Laughing at his own paranoia he pulled out and headed down the ramp. Once on the street he was pleasantly surprised at the lack of traffic. The pencil pusher made good time on his way home. And was dismayed to find that their were no parking spaces by his apartment driving a block down he finally found a space. Dreading his already throbbing ankle he got out of the car and walked home. He walked up the steps to his apartment and opened the door. On the couch sat his wife, a glass of wine in in one hand a smoking revolver in the over, her hair stained with her blood.
True evil knows no bounds. It expands and takes; it gives nothing, and takes everything.

its sad to say quality flash has been in short. sure weeble has turned out a few things but his are simply put short comedies. we are currently lacking in those epic flashes, and epic games. what are we left with some of the lesser known artist are getting front page for subpar work i mean real a 3.45 getting the front page?
now im not against small artist being shown on the front page in fact fulp should devolop a tool that takes users, and if they have less then fifty fans and some flash or audio that get posted on the front page. i miss those epic flash days.