Yo

So I finished another sprite today. I think it's alright, but kinda weird.

Better Pidgeotto

Alright, some of you may have seen this already. Since the knew Apocalypse chapter featured a more impressive Pidgeotto, that is what I made. I am very fond of it.

Again, here is a normal Pidgeotto for comparison.

Hello Again

Hi, I'm back, also, before my post, there were 600 posts on this blog! I don't know if that means posts that are up now, or including posts that have been deleted, but it's still exciting! I've got more time now, so I'll be able to post more consistently. So yeah, here's a pidgeotto.

and here's my idea of an apocolypsed Pidgeotto. I made the wings longer, and ripped some chunks out of them, darkened some of it's colors, t

urned it's eye black and yellow, enlarged the tail, and gave it bigger, blood-stained talons. Any ideas to make it better?

Ideas

I'm sorry if it is illegal to post on days I don't normally, and this post is also not a good idea, but I have to post it. If anybody has any ideas on what I should illustrate from The Golden Apocalypse, please tell me. I have an extreme lacking of ideas.

Red Standing Awkwardly On The Cliffs

The background picture is from http://media.photobucket.com/image/cliffs%20edge/Sorenai/Digital%20Blasphemy/attheedgeofacanyon.jpg

I am sorry, but my computer will not allow me to place a period at the end of the previous sentance. You can zoom in on the picture, Red is just as detailed as normal, it's just very large, and Blogger will not let me make the picture bigger. So that's Red, standing on the cliff that he had climbed to escape the Mankey. I was rushed (yet again) to make it, and I have a strong ambition to make it better, but I probably will never get around to it.

Agron Ball

I made a pokeball that looks like Agron. I got this idea from a website that had a bunch of special pokeball designs for certain pokemon. I thought it was sort of cool, so I tried making one.

Red Sees a Flying Shadow

Yeah, so this is the part where Red sees the flying shadow. What could it be? I don't know, this is just half a ninjask painted black. It could be anything.

Fog

This is my rushed attempt at the bird-ish thing mentioned in the Golden Apocalypse. I did not have a lot of time, but I kind of like it, as it works.

Apocalypsed Venonat

Here is a Venonat, doing what Venonat do best. Dying. They are pretty pointless. I'm trying to work on backgrounds. Here is a picture of an unapocalypsed Venonat.

???

I'm not sure what you'll think about this, it's a little out there.

Delicious

What is the illustration this week? Well it is some extraordinarily delicious...

ROASTED MAGIKARP! Yum, doesn't that just look appetizing? I am really hungry now, wow, that is just so appealing that I kinda want to vomit. I really want some Magikarp now...yeah, not sure why anyone would eat one of those. Ew.

Green's Charmander

So I altered Charmander a little to make it look less healthy, due to Green's harsh treatment on him. I made it skinnier, lightened it's skin tone significantly, and lessened it's flame, which is basically a measure of it's health. Tell me what you think, I love criticism!

Sprites

I combined lapras and arbok. The belly color of the lapras body was hard to put onto the arbok head.

Sprite

Here is another sprite.

Mankey

Alright, so Reogan wants me to do sprites, which I feel much more comfortable doing, although I will have to get back into it again. I attempted illustrating a mankey from the Golden Apocolypse, however, it isn't even close to the pure awesomeness of Reogan's writing. I'm not sure about the mouth, tell me what you think. I'll post the original mankey as well, so you can see the changes. The original is on top. By the way, I get my sprites from http://www.pokemonelite2000.com, just in case I have to put that to use their images.

I Suck

Yeah, my bad...I always suck at posting right. I've got an idea, I think it's better than the last.

Malachi was tired of riding. He and his family had been riding all day, and he was completely bored and his legs felt like they would explode. He was about an hour away from his grandmother's house. They had driven from the north to the south, and he had not exercised in days. In fact, he was not even allowed to exercise. Malachi had undergone some extremely odd health issues, ones that had never been heard of before. His hands itched, his eyes burned, his head ached, and something inside of him was growing stronger. It was if there was a lump in his lungs, that seemed to be growing more and more powerful. He had been texting and playing video games for the past eight hours, and was so bored he just fell asleep. He was awoken by the car, slowing to a stop, at his grandmother's driveway. He groaned as he got up and out of the door, he moved in all the luggage, and sat down, as the dog was brought out of the car. He started falling asleep on the chair. He was woken by his father, who said that the dog should be walked. Malachi slumped out of the chair, grabbed the leash, and attached it to his dog as his father walked out the door. He followed him out and they began walking down the streets. Malachi noticed that his father's hand was in his pocket, and, oddly instinctively, took great notice to it. As they made it half way around the block, his father stopped. His face was covered in shadows, and he began to move his hand out of his pocket. A large knife was in his hand, glinting in the glow of a distant street light. Malachi thought he would scream...but he didn't. Something took a hold of him, the lump in his chest warming dangerously hot. He felt himself slam his fist into his father's gut, as he slammed his heel into his shins, he grabbed the knife out of his fathers hand, and he ran, his father chasing him. Malachi did not know what was going on, but he knew one thing. He was not going to die yet. To be continued if you want...

Mockery

Hello, my name is Qupar, and I don't post when I'm supposed to.

Staring

Jon stared into the window of a truck passing by. A man rolled down his window and flicked a cigarette out of it. Jon stared into the next window, a Buick, as an old lady drove by and glanced at him angrily. He saw a mini van pass by with a toddler scraping his nose. He looked into the window of a Lamborghini tail-gating behind it. A man in a suit looked at him, a shocked look on his face. The man fell over in his chair and smashed into the mini van in front. The back of it erupted into flame as the Lamborghini fell off the bridge they were crossing. The mini van swerved in front of his car. He heard his parents scream as they slammed into the front, than the back window smashing as the semi behind them crashed, then explode, due to the oil that caught fire in the load it was carrying. The bridge cracked, and then snapped and tilted back, as the cars on it started rolling down into the river below. The semi fell on top of a yacht sailing under the bridge, which just so happened to be a suicidal terroist yacht, that was supposed to be detonated near a military ship. It bombs detonated, causing an avalanche on the cliff it was sailing by. A building set by the cliff's edge fell due to the lack of support, killing everyone inside.

I ran out of ideas, I'm sorry, bad day, so, yeah, don't stare into people's windows, it could be dangerous.

Eh...

I tried to make a good one this week. I don't know how you will like it. I think it's okay. It is a recolored mightyena and parts of a quilava. The gray parts are supposed to be darker, but when I post them on here, they get lighter.

Jack

Jimmy unwrapped his new present. He was startled to find a box with a crank. He had never seen one before. He was only three years old and had not yet stumbled upon the classic jack-in-the-box. His parents told him to crank the handle. He did. Then he screamed. It was the most horrifying thing he had ever seen. His parents laughed. It made him mad. He was three years old and he got a terrorist device for his birthday. He began to cry. His parents comforted him still laughing.

Jimmy sat in his room, staring at the box. He wanted to try again. He wanted to beat it. He picked it up and sat it on his bed. He cranked. He winced as it jumped into his face. He tried again. This time he knew he could do it. He cranked. The lid opened. He saw nothing inside. Then he saw a horrifying face fall from his head into the box. He screamed again. It was good. Jimmy knew he could do better. He cranked again. Again, the lid opened, revealing an empty box as the face fell from his head into the box. He hadn't screamed. He had done it. He tried again. The box was empty after he cranked it. However, he never saw the face fall back into the box. He turned around and saw "Jack's" whole body. It was hanging on his doorknob, locking it. Jimmy screamed. Jack flew back into the box. Jimmy was still determined to win. He cranked again. He tried again. The empty box opened. He heard a gunshot and his window smash. He smelt smoke coming from outside. He looked through his window. Jack was burning the porch. He screamed. Jack flew back in the box. Jimmy decided to stop. Jack could not be beaten.

Jimmy learned and important tip about life. Always give your jack-in-the-box the respect it deserves.

I realize this was an off day. I am uber-tired and couldn't think of much.