[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18184778]If it's above 80x80 it'll automatically be resized, and resized images lose their transparency.[/QUOTE]
So thats why! thanks! :D have a heart.
I am jack black
[QUOTE=xXParanoidXx;18184863]So thats why! thanks! :D have a heart.[/QUOTE]
Want me to transparify it?
gonna play L4D2 demo now
[QUOTE=MasterFen006;18184877]Want me to transparify it?[/QUOTE]
No thanks :) I've resized it and it's working properly now.
Hope it doesn't crash again.
[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18184778]If it's above 80x80 it'll automatically be resized, and resized images lose their transparency.[/QUOTE]
oh my fucking Jesus thank you Ive been wondering why it wouldn't work.
Getting Ubuntu 32-bit.
[QUOTE=ACupXOfXNoodles;18184940]oh my fucking Jesus thank you Ive been wondering why it wouldn't work.[/QUOTE]
no problemo. duncan frost is my name, avatar creation is my game :D
[QUOTE=xXParanoidXx;18184935]No thanks :) I've resized it and it's working properly now.[/QUOTE]
Wait how did you resize it with it losing the whole picture? because thats what gimp is doing. :(
The next threads reserved for me.
aaahahahahhahahaha :')
henry knows lmao
[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18184985]no problemo. duncan frost is my name, avatar creation is my game :D[/QUOTE]
:D also this was meant for you how do you resize it with it losing the whole picture? because thats what gimp is doing. :(
rofl I'm still lolling
[QUOTE=ACupXOfXNoodles;18184992]Wait how did you resize it with it losing the whole picture? because thats what gimp is doing. :([/QUOTE]
I'm a GIMP mastah, whaddya wanna do? Give image plox.
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[QUOTE=Foghorn;18185001]aaahahahahhahahaha :')
henry knows lmao[/QUOTE]
<:
"but there's this girl at worrrrrrk.... :(" woulda worked a charm
or not cause my computer decided to get stuck at the load screen like it did before
at least I know how to fix it
[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18185034]I'm a GIMP mastah, whaddya wanna do? Give image plox.[/QUOTE]
ill give you a random pic i found. Its already transparent, well it should be
[IMG]http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz235/Friday__/HL2GordonFreemanfsjal.png[/IMG]
[QUOTE=ACupXOfXNoodles;18185067]ill give you a random pic i found. Its already transparent, well it should be
[IMG]http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz235/Friday__/HL2GordonFreemanfsjal.png[/IMG][/QUOTE]
I'm not changing my avatar, it's been the same since I first came here.
My computer's so bloody old it needs a Zimmer frame. Either that or a reformat, it's so clogged with shit.
[QUOTE=MasterFen006;18185112]I'm not changing my avatar, it's been the same since I first came here.[/QUOTE]
What? I'm confused.
hm
[QUOTE=ACupXOfXNoodles;18185134]What? I'm confused.[/QUOTE]
It was my first avatar and will never be changed.
[QUOTE=MasterFen006;18185174]It was my first avatar and will never be changed.[/QUOTE]
I still dont see what the fsjal Gordon had to do with your avatar? :confused:
"Oh BUGGER!", Damien exclaimed. Yet again, he had tripped over a cadaver. It had already been 3 minutes since BLU began their offensive, and already, the RED fort had become littered with dead Scouts and Spies. "Their damn Zerging techniques aren't really working too well... But they're definitely cluttering up the base..." He cast his eyes around the base, and every way he looked, he saw blood and corpses. So much death, so much flesh and bone, dead bodies piled upon each other like paperwork in an inbox. The foul scent of protein decay and corpse gases started to fill the air, as the hot weather of the arid Syrian climate started to cook the countless corpses in the Courtyard.
Beverly had become slightly bored with constantly guarding the Decoding Room, maintaining her Sentry constantly even though no-one was there. The lads upstairs had been doing a great job at keeping the enemy at bay. Too great, to be fair. The only action she saw recently was when a Spy decloaked behind the desk, ready to sap the Decoder. At this, she simply got up, revved up her chainsaw, and charged at the interloper. The Spy didn't stand a chance, and was torn apart like processed ham. The bloody screams attracted the attention of Blaze and Zack, who were patrolling the base as usual. Rushing to the source, they came upon a gorey scene. A dead Spy, missing an arm and two legs, with a twisted face of horror beneath his balaclava, and Beverly, her overalls and fur matted with blood, calmly wiping her glasses. "FOOKIN' 'ECK...", Zack bleated, "A simple shotgun blast would've been enough, you'd think?" "Well, when you're the last line of defence, and the other lines are working too well, y'gotta make the most of every kill", she replied.
"Maybe you oughta clean yourself up, Bev?", Blaze suggested. "I know we're RED, but you look a bit too RED, if you catch m-". But she was already gone. She walked into the Resupply near the L-Shaft, and powered up the Hygenic Resonator. Casting away her old clothes into the nearby Recycler, she stepped into the Resonator, and turned it up to Magnitude 3. The gravity deactivated, and the Resonator began to do it's work. The blood stains matting her hair were broken up, turned into dust by the resonator. The dead skin cells covering her body were shaken free, and then sucked away by the vacuum ports in the sides of the cubicle. Hygenic Resonators were quite different from the old cleansing methods of water and chemicals.
In the old days, before resonators hit the public market, the classical methods of showers and baths were a basic way of life. The combinations of water and cleansing chemicals like soap were a total no-brainer, a way of life that everyone didn't think twice about. But resonators cast all that away, substituting chemicals and water for simple high-magnitude infrasonic resonance, meaning a lower cost of physical resources, which was quite important in a world still recovering from a time when much of Earth's resources had been drained away, shipped off to other worlds by the Combine. During the time of rebuilding, after the Felan race drove the Combine from what little remained of the world, water was precious, almost as valuable as oil had been prior to the initial Resonance Cascade. Baths and showers became seen as items of luxury, and having one in your house was usually a sign that you were part of MJ12's administrative aristocracy, due to the expense of buying and using one.
Thankfully, after the defeat of MJ12, the nanotechnology they had left behind became very handy for rejuvenating the barren Earth. With clean, efficient renewable power sources available, fossil fuels were viewed as being of little use, and were broken down into a soup of subatomic particles, then reconstituted into other, more useful resources, such as water, metal, food, etc. Slowly but surely, nanotechnology restored the world to it's former glory.
And it was this same technology that now resided in Beverly's body. When she took the position of Engineer with the team, she also agreed to undergo an experimental procedure to give her control over nanotechnology, similar to the technology inside the Wrenches that Engineers use to repair and upgrade their machinery. However, this procedure not only gave her the ability to maintain things, but also to create them. Using the technology, she could influence the nanites to convert the Metal used in Engineering into many other things, which initially comprised of the standard Sentry, Dispenser, Teleporter, etc, that all Engineers had in their PDA devices, but later expanded to incorporate other atomic patterns, such as near impenetrable walls of synthetic diamond, psionic piles that induced drowsiness amongst enemies, all sorts of ingenious contraptions.
Such power over creation impressed her teammates, including Damien, who likened her mastery of matter to that of a "goddess", even though he didn't really believe in "gods" as such, only thinking there to be those with enough power to be seen as a god. She mused over this as she stepped out of the Resonator, refreshed from the sonic cleansing. Grabbing a new set of clothing from the Supply Cabinet, she donned her freshly-made overalls, and walked back to the Decoding room. It had been a quick resonation, about 10 minutes, but when she walked back into the room, she caught sight of a constant stream of fire issuing forth from the left side of the entryway. She decided to take the other corridor into the room, and saw a large pile of charred bodies in the corner adjecant to the source of the flame. Blaze was sitting down by the Dispenser, constantly projecting a stream of flame from her right hand, and knocking back Mana Potions with the left one.
"The classic firewall strategy, eh Blaze?", Beverly said with a warm smile. "Meh, someone had to hold the fort while you were away...", Blaze replied in a depressed tone. "Zack got bored of guarding, and went off with the other guys to hold some chokepoint or whatever... *sigh*". "Poor thing...", Beverly sympathised. "Here, i'll set the Dispenser to play some music, that'll make you happy". She walked over to the Dispenser, and selected the Media Player function she implemented a couple of months ago. She activated the Random Shuffle function, and Phunky Grrrl by TJ Hunter started bouncing out of the speakers. "That kinda modern electro-pop music's actually pretty cool", Beverly thought. "But it don't hold a candle to the musics of the good ol' 80's..." She quickly reset it to play the Best Of The 80's playlist, and Safety Dance by Men Without Hats started up, spreading it's synthpop beats throughout the room.
Beverly loved 80's music, it captured the essence of a long-lost era in history with it's unique usage of synthesizers to create a form of music that touched both mind and soul in a way that none could describe. "...it's been so long since I heard synthesizers like that in music...", Damien muttered with a nostalgic look in his eyes. He had come down to check on the basement dwellers, and also the progress of the decoding program. But upon looking at the screen, his heart sank. "Only 30% decoded. This shit's behind some REAL thick ice...", he muttered through gritted teeth. "It's gonna take longer than we thought, people". Beverly walked over to the screen, and her eyes widened with disbelief at what was displayed there. "3 hours?!?", she queried with depressed surprise. "Well, on the bright side, at least we'll get paid overtime...", Damien replied.
"Well, since we're stuck here, we might have to do a little housecleaning... If we keep on killing as many people as we are now, there's gonna be A LOT of corpses strewn around this joint". He beckoned Beverly to follow him, and they walked up the L-Shaft, and looked out across the Courtyard. The bodycount had mounted heavily, with doorways literally blocked up with corpses. "MON DIEU!", they heard an enemy Spy mutter in disgust as he crawled across the mountain of corpses. "You'd sink zhey'd at least clean the pl-..." His complaints were cut short by a hail of bullets chewing up his body, adding him to the dead that the team was now knee-deep in. "Da, is too much cadaver", Ivan growled.
"Got no idea what to do with all this crap", Damien muttered under his breath. "Hmmm, you got any ideas Bev?" "Eh, maybe I could decompile some of them, make some health packs?", Beverly suggested. "That could work...", he confirmed. "Though it'd be weird using the dead to heal yourself. Bit like Soylent Green, only with Medkits... Anyways, you go ahead an' sort that stuff out. Though the dead here are many, the living are still fighting us". And with that, he dashed off along the platform, turned right through the Hayloft, and disappeared down the Grate. Beverly walked down the steps to the sea of corpses, and started to decompile a couple of corpses, breaking down their material bodies, and using the resultant subatomic soup to craft health packs.
The art of using nanites to create objects seemed almost like magic to Beverly, despite it being classified as technology. It was a far cry from what she used to do. Back in her home universe, her species had a natural affinity for magic, empowered with magickal energies radiated by K'thul, a mysterious celestial object that had been in orbit around the Earth for around six millennia. Since that time, magic had been advancing at an inversely-proportional rate to how technology had developed. Nevertheless, magic had played a vast role in her species' history. Certain magicks were capable of curing diseases and healing wounds that would have otherwise resluted in death, whilst others allowed the manipulation of physics in ways that could only be described as "esoteric".
But most important of all was the effect that the biotronic energies, a term coined during the Industrial Revolution, radiated by K'thul had on recently deceased sentients. After the spirit had left the body, the biotronic energies would permeate the bones of that body, with the highest concentrations existing inside the skull of the lifeform, due to the remnants of an organic neural network being present within, causing the cadaver to come to "life", although it wasn't exactly the kind of life the peoples of most universes were familiar with. These reanimated bodies did not require biological sustenance in order to sustain their existence, they merely required biotronic energies to sustain their existence on this plane, which shined upon them from K'thul as the sun shined upon the Earth.
Aptly named the "undead", they wandered aimlessly across the world, often in herds, without purpose until given one. They only attacked things when they themselves were attacked, and were usually tolerated. They would shamble peacefully through settlements, constantly rotting, only resting when K'thul did not shine in the skies, conserving their energies until K'thul once again shone in the skies, which was usually the day after, due to K'thul's 48-hour orbital cycle. As time passed, the flesh would rot away completely, becoming nothing more than skeletons, but still they shambled on, their bones eternally pristine from the energies binding them to unlife. However, there were those amongst the living who sought to give purpose to the otherwise-mindless herds. These people trained their energies to gain a partial control over the dead, using the will of the mind to "enslave" the dead, and give them purpose by influencing them to do their will.
These people were the Earth's necromancers, those who bore dominion over the dead, and whom used them for mortal purposes. Beverly learned in school, that the Egyptians were the first to master the dead, using them to build their great structures. They also had the power to raise the dead with their own energies, and even went as far to develop magickal sarcophagi capable of containing the spirit after death, thus ensuring that the spirit of the deceased would live forever in their body as a Lich, a sentient undead with free will and vast power. Liches were present in the modern times Beverly inhabited, and had been for all those millennia, designated as political officials. As she grew up, she learned about necromancers in history lessons, of what they did, and of the power they wielded. She wanted to wield that kind of power, but her father despised the concept, wanting her to become a conjurer like he had.
Regardless of her father's sentiments and disdain for the undead, she learned more necromancy at college, taking on a full-time 2 year course. She managed to pass, despite being disowned by her father, and graduated as a Necromancer at the age of 20 in the Summer of 2013. However, the world had entered a new turmoil at that time. The arcanophobic (magic-fearing) Federated States of America launched an offensive on all the magic-using nations in the autumn of that year, in an attempt to establish a world dominion free of all magic. Great Britain was the first invasion point, and all magic-users were executed by being burned at the stake, as they had been in North America across the centuries since European colonization. Beverly was one of those destined for the stake, but instead received an unexpected visitor.
In her prison cell, she came face to face with a creature not of her species, with small ears on the side of it's head, no fur, and a flat, non-extended face. It bore an eerie alien feel about it, as if it was not of this world, and spoke in a distorted way. After it spoke about limitless potential and unexpected destinies, which Beverly had trouble understanding, she was transported to the world she now inhabited, a world inhabited mostly by the species the mysterious creature supposedly represented. But the name of the species was the most intruiging of all. For it was the same name that her race called itself. These creatures were called humans, as if they were a simian parody of her own lupine-descended species.
As she continued to convert corpses into medkits, she recalled her despair upon not seeing K'thul in the skies above, of how she no longer had the power, of how she had become lost in another dimension, lost and alone, with no-one like her. But then she found hope, but not before finding peril. After the defeat of a monstrous entity by the name of Chattur'gha, the Klansmen had disbanded, but it's leader was still at large, as a serial killer. She had the misfortune to cross his path, and was captured by him, faced with a gangland-style execution in the alleyway. Thankfully, luck yet again shined upon her, and the leader was incapacitated by a human wizard by the name of Damien. The same Damien who headed the team, the same Damien who defeated Chattur'gha, the same Damien who lost his apprentice Chloe during the battle, the same Damien who shared her musical tastes. The same Damien who got her onto the team, and subsequently caused her to gain her powers over nanotechnology.
She suddenly remembered the source of his power, as well as the source of Zack and Blaze's power. The Mana potions... "Perhaps mana is the same as biotronic energy?", she wondered. "Perhaps it is the key to-". She could take no more. She quickly got up, and rushed to the spawn. Grabbing a bundle of mana potions from the closet, she drank down the glowing blue liquid thirstily, feeling once again the power she had as a necromancer, except this time, she no longer felt it slowly drain away like biotronic energy. The mana in her veins stayed within her, undecaying, staying around until used for whatever purpose she would do. "Let's see if I can still raise the dead like I used to...", she thought aloud with excitement.
Remembering the required attunement of the energies, she projected her energies into the corpse of a Scout. After a few seconds, the body began to convulse and shiver. The flesh started to wither and crumple like burning paper, turning to dust. Beneath the skin and meat of the dead body, bones shone with a pale luminescence. Eventually, a skeleton rose from the ashen remains of the body, with pale white balls of smokey light set deep in it's eyesockets. She then remembered the next step: claiming control over the creature. Drinking another potion, she now focused her mind on the skeleton's, and the white glow turned red, ensuring a semi-controlling connection from her mind to the new undead minion. She could now give commands to the creature, directing it to move, attack, defend, all the usual commands a military officer would give to his soldiers.
She now knew that she had a vast supply of corpses to work with, and so, downing many potions, she started to weave her magicks in conjunction with her own nanotechnology. Pure white bones were torn from corpses by the nanites, bringing them to her, arranging themselves where designated. Countless skeletons rose from ashen corpses, and as they arose, they walked up to the spawn, picking weaponry out of the closets. Damien was walking back up the spiral staircase, after checking on the decoding of the Intel. Still 2 and a half hours left. Still long, but at least it was progress. The first thing he saw as he entered the Hayloft was an assortment of skeletons holding Pistols. His first instinct was to aim his MPGv2, but quickly realised the absence of enemy corpses, and the fact that the skeletons were accustomed to his presence, some of them even nodding at him.
He felt a chill in his spine as he walked amongst them towards the Courtyard, casting eyes upon a vast congregation of the undead below, where the sea of corpses initially was. "Beverly?", he called with bemusement. "Any idea why there are loads of ske-". His words cut out mid-sentence as he laid eyes upon a sight that struck awe and terror into his heart and soul. "By all the ancients..." He saw a figure clad in a suit of armor, forged from bones, steel, and red fabric. A pale white light radiated from the body, and floated upwards like steam. He walked over to the figure, eyes wide with fear and amazement. "Beverly...", he uttered with disbelief. "You... you are..." "Yes, I am", she replied with confidence and majesty.
The sound of footsteps resonated, and a BLU Scout stumbled backwards in the Hayloft, clutching his chest, and screaming in terror between panicked breaths. The skeletons turned their heads, noticing their enemy. Electrical roars issued forth from their mouths, despite the absence of vocal chords, and they opened fire at the intruder. Beverly made some gestures in the air, and the skeleton army marched onwards to battle. Damien, still overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of undead his eyes had laid upon, had trouble getting his words out. He eventually found the strength to speak again, and asked "H-how many are there?", to which Beverly replied "Erm... I think I lost count".
Adam was on the Sniper Deck, picking off the enemy Scouts, when he saw them marching out of the Lobby beneath him. His whiskers twitched, and the hairs on his back stood up like wires. Like normal cats, Felans had a supernatural attunement to such things, and an instinctive fear of them. His instincts were burning like the fires of the underworld, and he felt his courage, his sanity, and his happiness, slowly drain away. He dropped his gun, and hid behind the metal shield that served as protection from other Snipers. But now, for him, it provided him with isolation, protection from seeing the terrors of undead bone running into the enemy base, firing their guns at the unsuspecting BLU team. He heard screams of horror echo from the enemy base, and he could take no more of it.
He crouched down, and curled up into the fetal position, unable to cope with what he saw. Erika walked from the spawn to the Deck, and sat down next to Adam. "Are... are you ok?", she asked nervously. The once-brave Felan now turned his head towards the young Scout, and held her close to him. Through terror-chilled lips, he spoke "I... have seen... [highlight]evil![/highlight]", before holding her tight in his embrace, as if she was a shield against the madness that had befallen him.
To be continued...?
[QUOTE=ACupXOfXNoodles;18185067]ill give you a random pic i found. Its already transparent, well it should be
[IMG]http://i831.photobucket.com/albums/zz235/Friday__/HL2GordonFreemanfsjal.png[/IMG][/QUOTE]
Behold.
[img]http://www.cubeupload.com/files/39d000hl2gordonfreemanfsja.png[/img]
[QUOTE=DuncanFrost;18185195]Behold.
[img]http://www.cubeupload.com/files/39d000hl2gordonfreemanfsja.png[/img][/QUOTE]
Awsome :D any way read PM i sent you. :q:
I'm off to meet Hugh, ta taaaa! x
Bye my little cherubim.
[QUOTE=Foghorn;18185249]I'm off to meet Hugh, ta taaaa! x[/QUOTE]
Hugh Laurie?
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