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Messages - legomaestro

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 21, 2020, 08:07:41 PM »
My 'stories' read more like plot descriptions than stories

Day 1


After Shenlon VII farmed the star, it started its million year journey back to an earth that had given up all hope of survival.

It would take the route back through the cosmos in hopes of providing energy to the world that had burnt down every tree and mined every mine for resources, and only existed as a city of metal and thoughts. Souls saved digitally in cold crypts that lived out simulated lives.

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 21, 2020, 08:04:37 PM »
Recalibration failed. I'm terrible at planning and felt an extra lethargy if you would believe it. Cutting down on projects to spare energy only seems to make me more down about everything, so I'm picking up Sketch Survival again.

Day 1


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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 17, 2020, 10:09:06 AM »
I'm out of Sketch Survival Too. I have definitely drawn today and everything, but I want to recalibrate some stuff. Will tackle it again but urgh so distracted and low energy for it I think it's better I sort some of my ish out before I continue.

Till next time!

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 16, 2020, 07:31:17 AM »
Hahaha now that's what I call following your dreams. And to be honest? If it worked out that well I'd go for it too haha.


Day 8

Broadway Corridor

When the lead paint finally drove the janitor Marcus Pelt insane, he started seeing lights.

The tiles he was polishing lit up and crackled with electric vibrant colours as he moved the mop over them. Every step he took gave a low sympathetic melodic tone. He got rid of his walkman after that, whistling and dancing to the tune of his mop, and his feet dancing.

He always took the night shift, so no one really noticed him staying longer than he should’ve, and in the last 3 years of his solitary life he spent many an evening dancing to musical numbers he composed and wrote back home.

They found those pages when the stench of his death made his landlord come investigating, and those dances, those musicals compiled in thousands of notebooks gave many a musican and art historian work to do.

They’re making a film of him soon.

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 16, 2020, 07:30:11 AM »
I'll get to it then

Day 8

I'm planning on getting rid of as much digital drawing as possible to return to my roots. I'm using my computer too much as an excuse to not draw and it's detrimental to those opportune empty moments where I can get some doodling in. Returning to super basics with a ballpoint pen and crappy paper to knock it into my mind that I always have a chance to draw, even if I'm away from my stuff.




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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 15, 2020, 04:57:09 PM »
Day 7

Broken

They pitied him when he got in the car crash that severed his legs from under his knees. Disability check at the age of 40, ruined life just when he was about to be free.

But they had no idea. He got to see more of his wife than he knew to do with, and his son who hated his guts actually came the next christmas and opened himself up to a heart to heart.

He read the books he'd left in the shelf for ages, and he found himself more focused on the little work he could do behind his computer screen. No more water-cooler talk, no more office drama. Just results.

He still wore the watch they'd salvaged from the wreck. It was broken and didn't work, and that was the way he liked it. The chains of time were no longer on him, and he was in many ways, a freem an.

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 15, 2020, 04:50:48 PM »
Day 7

Ask and ye shall recieve.

Camera too zoomed in. Might take another dig at it depending on how I'm feeling




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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 14, 2020, 05:55:41 PM »
Damn that's post-card worthy, and I can really sense the feeling of freedom in this one haha. Inspiring stuff dude. Such a cool dress and a peaceful expression.

Day 6



Was trying to draw a mage-in-training who's eating lunch and can't be bothered to weigh down the magic scroll so he stabs it instead. His master is not amused. I might take a dig at it again

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 14, 2020, 05:54:26 PM »
Day 6

There was a spirit of the bells that crafted emotions in the sounds of the local church in Greentown, a little cute hamlet smack dab in the middle of nowhere, near a lake.

 The church had been run by a more open minded priest than most, one more flexible when it came to spirits and ghosts. "So long as you don't cause any trouble."

 The old priest said every time he noticed a spirit in the church, "You're every bit as welcome as anyone else here."

In the odd case he even let ghosts hang around, but they moved on faster than most.

There was something about the peace in the air that didn't make spirits linger. The spirit did her duties with the infinite gusto of spirits, a one dimensionality and diligence that outlived the kind pastor for hundreds of years.

Throughout the time she crafted happiness, sadness, nostalgia and silence. Solace and forgiveness, hope and courage. Sermon after sermon, wedding after wedding, funeral after funeral.

When the war came and the bombs fell the church tower still remained with its bell, and the spirit still crafted little feelings, light in the trying times.

When the summer came she inspired children playing in the city to become artists and musicians, mathematicians and physicists, bouyed on by the blessing of her song.

And even at the end of it all, when humanity was in decline and the hosts of heaven and hell fought, the tower still stood as a solace for many a knight and many a wanderer, weary from their journeys and spurred on by the unmoved beauty of the millenia old bell-tower, in the middle of a town nobody knew anymore.

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 13, 2020, 04:58:53 AM »
Day 5


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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 13, 2020, 04:57:36 AM »
rare , rectangle , big , boy , chill , little , running , normal

Day 5

Tom found the laptop while taking a run along the farm. It was hidden behind a stone and logged in to some program. A program that was now counting down from 10 seconds.

He looked around, scared out of his mind for some reason. He pressed at the laptop, and a prompt came up,

"Abort? Y/N"

He only had 3 seconds to decide. He decided to let it be.

He took a deep breath when it hit 0 and then...

Nothing happened.

Tom sighed, stood up and turned to see four demons standing infront of him.

"They usually press Y" Said one of them.

"It's a mean little trick, Zom'us."

One of them chuckled.

"You just saved the planet, kid."

The demons vanished in a puff of sulphuric smoke. Tom took a moment to come to himself.

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 12, 2020, 01:09:47 PM »
I still need to know how you made Gimp so good with the brushes haha. I'm still too lazy to tinker with it but it looks good.

These all totally look like superhero logos haha. Might steal one of them for a charaacter hehe.


Day 4





Absolutely out of it but I'm happy to be able to post something. Damn, I seriously respect mangaka and webtoonists now. Their dedication is seriously on another level.

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 12, 2020, 01:06:07 PM »
Day 4


There was once a pond.

The pond became a lake, eventually.

Over time it eroded the stone and grass in its perimeter and became a lake.

After the Teslov Incooroprated blasted the nearby forest the lake became a channel, and became a river.

After 2,000 years, eventually it became The Great Jellyfish Gorge.

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Manga Writer workshop / Re: WRITING SURVIVAL!!!
« on: September 11, 2020, 05:44:08 AM »
Day 3

Father's Library

As a child, I would burn books from my fathers' library.


I started with one of his volumes of the Encyclopedia Britannica (Str.-Zwo) Where I read words like Traipse, Transliterate and Truism, and I worked my way from there, picking off dictionaries, almanacs, maps and phonebooks.


He owned a library of sorts always perfectly dusted and cleaned, an imposing massive wall of beige brown leather bound squares that framed the grand oak desk, all inherited from his grandfather of course, all the perfect statement of the tradition and fortune of the Wells' Family, of which I was to be heir.


When I noticed he didn't notice losing his precious books, I started pilfering and destroying other things too. Pens, Pins, Coins, hats. Into the fire they went, in the woods at the back of the large garden , or sometimes under the abandoned bridge and railway tracks, where I'd built a cove for myself. It was waterproof and always dry and warm, and I always found peace there, no matter how bad the weather way.


There was an art to making valuable things dissapear: They had to be things he didn't look twice at but expected to be in their place. Sometimes I switched them out with dummies. The maid didn't notice, let alone Mom.


The older I got and the more money I earned the easier it was to replace things in his office. I'd already suffered the consequences once, of touching his things without his permission: A lashing that broke my left shoulder and left me in renumeration for two weeks, but I'd gotten wiser since then.


I sit across him now in the office, talking about banal family business things. He's seated of course, ever the imposing figure. A little white in his crown but still a powerhouse at 60, and I keep a poker face as I smile inside. He doesn't know I've replaced half of his library over time out of my own pocket.


"You understand, Michael? You can't muck this deal up, or it'll reflect poorly on this family."


I swirled my brandy glass and took a sip,


"Of course, Father."

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Members Workshops / Re: SKETCH SURVIVAL!!!!!!!!
« on: September 11, 2020, 05:43:33 AM »
Day 3


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