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Topics - Musashiroku

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General Discussion / Copying styles?
« on: December 17, 2011, 06:07:33 AM »
I have been working on a manga with some friends for about less than a month, and we finally managed to get the story down, but we've kinda hit a roadblock... When one of us is in charge of Character Art, the others found it really hard to copy those characters in different positions and panels, my question is:
Is it possible to completely copy someone's style? and is it really necessary to maintain the consistency of the art?

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General Discussion / Publishing a manga in japan...
« on: December 17, 2011, 06:01:55 AM »
This question has been in the back of my head for a while
Do you have to be japanese to get your manga published in Japan (Jump, Akamaru, Gangan... etc)?
And is it ok to use a pseudonym when and if you get published? :hmm:

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General Discussion / Need Tablet...
« on: December 09, 2011, 03:03:17 AM »
Yesterday i was checkin out some Wacom Tablets, and i remembered i had never actually seen one in person.
What is a good tablet to start with? I'd prefer it to be reasonably priced, good performance and of moderate size.
Plz, link me... It would be a big help.

                                                                         Mushi

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Develop Your Story / Daraku!! (working title)
« on: December 05, 2011, 06:45:22 AM »
"Alright, like i said..." the voice echoed in the now quiet foyer of the bank... 9-no....
10 of them standing each in a specific position, 2 of them guarding the east and south
entrances, 3 placed in front of the captivated civilians, 2 patrolling the upper
floor, 2 on standby -one behind a support beam- and the one between them, the one without a
mask on, the one shouting...
    "all bank personnel are to be taken to the 2nd floor meeting room, one of you though...
has the honor of accompanying me to sort out my... Withdrawal procedures"
he pointed the gun, circling around the terrified workers. "You!!" he pointed at the man 2
rows ahead of me, "Stand up, take me to where the vault is".
The man stands up, walks slowly towards him, his face twisted in shear anger "I'LL MAKE SURE
YOU ROT IN A JAIL CELL, YOU PRICK!", the Ring-leader's expression changed to a regretful one
as his hand reached to cover his face. He jerked his gun back and forth nonchalantly
signaling to the guy left of him, he nods back in acknowledgement, points his gun and pulls the
trigger, bullet flung straight between the eyes. The entire hall roars in Terror, 2 more
shots fired, this time aimed at the ceiling and came from the ring-leader "I have no time for
damage control, you all shut the hell up and do as you're told, and you might get to see your
families back home" the silence was deafening, it was enough to block our thoughts - well,
my thoughts.
    "Since Mr. corpse over there decided to be a hero, i'm gonna need a substitute" he
lifted his weapon confirming my utmost fears, he was pointing at me!
    one of the other masked figures jammed his barrel on the back of my skull, the freezing
cold sensation didn't help keep my nerves from falling apart, but i had to adapt, i had to
do as they said, i had to survive.
    I slowly got up, struggling to breathe, i walked slowly towards where he was pointing
 -the stairs. I didn't realize that the cold metallic feeling in my head was gone, but the gun
was still pointed in that direction, my escort was little taller than me, but he sounded
younger, he had dark blue eyes, there was a demented satisfaction inside them -like he was
enjoying the daydream of blowing someone's head off.
    He was silent most of the way to the vault, with very few stern directions and warnings,
as disturbed as he may have been, he was calm, collected, knew exactly where he was.
    We were at the vault, it was a 50 inch thick titanium enforced juggernaut with air
tight locks, opened by a synchronized password input, the 2 passwords were split amongst 6
people -now 5- and changed weekly. The split second i tried to use the synchronization as an
excuse, my plans plummeted as i looked at one of the other 4 in a similar situation. These guys
knew their way around, they had an insider...
    I looked at him, and walked toward the console, indicating my desire to be rid of this
tedious task. If there were criminals working this way, i doubt there is any point to these
senseless procedures.
    The Vault was now open, a huge pain rushed from my head to my neck and turned into a cold
chill that crept throughout my entire body, leaving it numb and lifeless. As i tried to keep
my eyes open, fearing that if i close them i may not open them again. It was beyond me,
the best i could do was take one last glance at the 2 thieves as they entered the vault.
My eyes were out, but i could still hear them. Footsteps were going into the vault -another
one- he was rushing towards the others. I couldn't hear them clearly...
Suddenly a loud explosion erupted, i couldn't tell where it came from.....
The cold feeling had returned, and i had passed my limit......
"Am i gonna die here?" was the last thought i could conjure before i fainted.........


I dont think it has a manga feel yet, Any opinions?

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Manga Creations / Daraku!! (working title)
« on: December 05, 2011, 12:05:25 AM »
    "Alright, like i said..." the voice echoed in the now quiet foyer of the bank... 9-no....
10 of them standing each in a specific position, 2 of them guarding the east and south
entrances, 3 placed in front of the hostaged civilians, 2 patrolling the upper
floor, 2 on standby -one behind a support beam- and the one between them, the one without a
mask on, the one shouting...
    "all bank personnel are to be taken to the 2nd floor meeting room, one of you though...
has the honor of accompanying me to sort out my... Withdrawal procedures"
he pointed the gun, circling around the terrified workers. "You!!" he pointed at the man 2
rows ahead of me, "Stand up, take me to where the vault is".
The man stands up, walks slowly towards him, his face twisted in shere anger "I'LL MAKE SURE
YOU ROT IN A JAIL CELL, YOU PRICK!", the Ring-leader's expression changed to a regretful one
as his hand reached to cover his face. He jerked his gun back and forth non-chalantly
signaling to the guy left of him, he nods back in acknowledgement, points his gun and pulls the
trigger, bullet flung straight between the eyes. The entire hall roars in Terror, 2 more
shots fired, this time aimed at the ceiling and came from the ring-leader "I have no time for
damage control, you all shut the hell up and do as you're told, and you might get to see your
families back home" the silence was deafening, it was enough to block our thoughts - well,
my thoughts.
    "Since Mr. corpse over there decided to be a hero, i'm gonna need a substitute" he
lifted his weapon confirming my utmost fears, he was pointing at me!
    one of the other masked figures jammed his barrel on the back of my skull, the freezing
cold sensation didn't help keep my nerves from falling apart, but i had to adapt, i had to
do as they said, i had to survive.
    I slowly got up, struggling to breathe, i walked slowly towards where he was pointing
 -the stairs. I didn't realise that the cold metallic feeling in my head was gone, but the gun
was still pointed in that direction, my escort was little taller than me, but he sounded
younger, he had dark blue eyes, there was a demented satisfaction inside them -like he was
enjoying the daydream of blowing someone's head off.
    He was silent most of the way to the vault, with very few stern directions and warnings,
as disturbed as he may have been, he was calm, collected, knew exactly where he was.
    We were at the vault, it was a 50 inch thick titanium enforced juggernaut with air
tight locks, opened by a synchronized password input, the 2 passwords were split amongst 6
people -now 5- and changed weekly. The split second i tried to use the synchronization as an
excuse, my plans plummeted as i looked at one of the other 4 in a similar situation. These guys
knew their way around, they had an insider...
    I looked at him, and walked toward the console, indicating my desire to be rid of this
tedious task. If there were criminals working this way, i doubt there is any point to these
senseless procedures.
    The Vault was now open, a huge pain rushed from my head to my neck and turned into a cold
chill that creeped throughout my entire body, leaving it numb and lifeless. As i tried to keep
my eyes open, fearing that if i close them i may not open them again. It was beyond me,
the best i could do was take one last glance at the 2 thieves as they entered the vault.
My eyes were out, but i could still hear them. Footsteps were going into the vault -another
one- he was rushing towards the others. I couldn't hear them clearly...
Suddenly a loud explosion erupted, i couldn't tell where it came from.....
The cold feeling had returned, and i had passed my limit......
"Am i gonna die here?" was the last thought i could conjure before i fainted.........


I dont think it has a manga feel yet, Any opinions?



   

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Welcome Center / Let's get this outta the way...
« on: October 18, 2011, 11:51:29 PM »
Name :  Hisham
Age:  20
Occupation:  Student  "and getting sick of it"
Location: A Ravaged, War-torn land  "No, Seriously!!!!"
Biggest Dreams: To flyyyyy!!
Biggest Fears: To end up like "anyone" from N.H.K. !!!!
Ambition: To make a manga "Don't Laugh!! I will, you'll see!!"
Likes: Exclamation Marks
Dislikes: Emoticons

Personal Note: Hope to be a big help to everyone...

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