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I have discovered Speedcore and Powell's book store.

Speedcore, specifically speedcore crafted by The Quick Brown Fox of Lapfox Trax, will be inspiration for a great many different artistic achievements and will probably a driving force behind most of my artistic creations for the foreseeable future. I now fricking love speedcore.
This will be positive for my artistic and writing work.

Powell's book store is a landmark in Portland, and for good reason: the place is huge.
I'm talking four stories huge.
Filled with books.
Holy crap.
This is going to kill any progress that speedcore is going to encourage.
I have already purchased: the Drowned Cities (decent), Fluency (pretty good), Nimonia (awesomely written, amazingly drawn, incredibly funny), and Shadows In Flight (It's Orson Scott Card. It is best in life). I am going to be completely procrastinatotron 9001 and not do any work at all.

time to read!
Cheers!
-Camolot
  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Listening to: Go Go Go by TQBF
  • Reading: Nimonia (again)
  • Watching: Caddicarus
  • Playing: Unturned
  • Eating: Cheese and crackers.
  • Drinking: Crush Grape!

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I have discovered Speedcore and Powell's book store.

Speedcore, specifically speedcore crafted by The Quick Brown Fox of Lapfox Trax, will be inspiration for a great many different artistic achievements and will probably a driving force behind most of my artistic creations for the foreseeable future. I now fricking love speedcore.
This will be positive for my artistic and writing work.

Powell's book store is a landmark in Portland, and for good reason: the place is huge.
I'm talking four stories huge.
Filled with books.
Holy crap.
This is going to kill any progress that speedcore is going to encourage.
I have already purchased: the Drowned Cities (decent), Fluency (pretty good), Nimonia (awesomely written, amazingly drawn, incredibly funny), and Shadows In Flight (It's Orson Scott Card. It is best in life). I am going to be completely procrastinatotron 9001 and not do any work at all.

time to read!
Cheers!
-Camolot
  • Mood: Euphoric
  • Listening to: Go Go Go by TQBF
  • Reading: Nimonia (again)
  • Watching: Caddicarus
  • Playing: Unturned
  • Eating: Cheese and crackers.
  • Drinking: Crush Grape!
Yurickton was not an unpleasant municipality.

Tucked betwixt rolling hills and spreading lazily across the valley between two of the largest rises, Yurickton was a small, quiet town, founded by a man named Crazy Yurick, whose “craziness” remains unconfirmed, excluding the statue in the center of town that states Crazy Yurick in large, block capital letters. All that is known about Nathaniel “Crazy” Yurick is that he founded the town, and was victim to wanderlust several years later, departing for parts unknown and never to be seen again. Since then, Yurickton had gained a bit of a local reputation as a good place for a short vacation; close enough that the travel time was not horrendous, but far enough that people could be secure in the fact that no-one in the street would recognize them.

In fact, not only was Yurickton not unduly unpleasant, but the view at this moment was actually quite pretty; the sun, which was inching towards the horizon in order to begin it’s sojourn across a different sky, was throwing amber and orange light across the town and the aforementioned hills, and the sky was a myriad of colors, ranging from a bright orange in the west to a dark blue in the east. However, most of the residents of Yurickton were not outside or observing this quite beautiful end to the day, and the only group of people that could observe this wonderful evening were busy observing something else of more immediate importance than the existentiality of watching a sunset, even one as incredible as this.

While they did not look it, this group of people was made of scientists. They lacked in the identifying markers of the stereotypical beaker-user, and indeed many of them looked like the average person on the street, though they most assuredly were not. All of them to the number were caught between acting like they were relaxed, and extreme anxiety. The relaxed portion of their description was a sort of façade that nearly everyone, from the actual average people who were currently inside, not enjoying the sunset, to these scientists, who, by interesting coincidence, were also not observing the sunset. Indeed, they seemed to be concentrated on holding on to their strange facsimile of relaxed calm, despite the overarching anxiousness that gripped them all. The anxiety was probably due to the corpse.

The Author shall not endeavor here to describe the dead person; he will assume, instead, that the audience has watched enough mystery and crime television to know perfectly well all the features of the typical corpse, and in fact he has no interest in doing so as the dead person, unfortunate as their situation might be, is not particularly relevant to our story, and therefore shall be ignored entirely except for when it becomes relevant in some way. In fact, in order of relevancy, the Author would rate the man standing above the corpse first, and the order would continue down the line of perfectly or marginally current relevant people present, all the way down to a large man near the back of the group named Timothy, a decently wealthy individual and known eccentric from San Francisco who, for some reason, worked as a janitor at the same laboratory that the rest happened to labor at daily.

The man crouching over the corpse shifted almost imperceptibly from the flat of their feet to the balls, slowly examining the dead body as if mulling over the method of disposal would be the most appropriate for this situation, which is, in fact, what he was thinking about. This particular body was slightly battered from the gunshot it had taken, and the man who was examining it noted the single bullet hole in the corpse’s head while a flash of anger, frustration and grim, exhausted acceptance. The identification tag clipped to the front of the man’s white coat read “Dr. Charles Henderson”, but the rest was illegible, and the ink that made up the carefully printed, crisp letters appeared to  have bled out due to the bit of blood that had landed there when he had stabbed the fake FBI agent with the sharp broken end of a pipe. That body in question had already been disposed of in an acid bath, which would have the effect of dissolving it completely given time, but Dr. Charles Henderson apparently considered the current body worth more consideration than the last one. Doctor Henderson, suddenly making his decision, made to stand up, but, as if by afterthought, plucked the identification card off the body’s chest before standing and softly addressing the researcher next to him.

“We’ll treat him with respect, not like that bastard that killed him.” Doctor Henderson seemed to think a moment more, then said, so soft that the researcher had to step a little closer in order to hear: “We’ll bury Ben at Highcastle; it’s what he would have wanted.”
The researcher nodded, then stepped back, selected a handful of the crowd, then, with the assistance of a wiry female doctor who looked more stoic than most of the present men, prepared a stretcher made out of coats and pipes, then moved it beside the deceased Ben, gently moving him and placing him almost reverently on the stretcher before carrying him away. Doctor Henderson watched for a moment, then shifted his attention to the water treatment plant that Ben’s body had been at the entrance of.

“Ben, what were you up to?” the doctor muttered to himself. Then, spying a vial that must have dropped out of Ben’s hand and had been beneath him until he had been moved, Charles crouched down and picked it up, turning it this way and that, then examining the small label. What he see there, though a jumble of numbers and letters to most people, made him take a sharp intake of breath. Quickly, his eyes flicked between the empty vial and the treatment plant before he stood, muttering “You crazy old man…”

The sun, a bit miffed at being ignored, decided to sink a little slower in order to catch the attention of the people still gathered at the entrance to the facility, or at least the two people in the white box van slowly making its way among the streets of the town towards an old, nearly abandoned church, sitting alone on a small hill near the edge of the city. The people of Yurickton went about their lives at home, blissfully unaware of the chemical that had been introduced to their water supply.

Near the center of town, a man named David, tired from a long day at the electronics store where he spent his days, drained a glass of water, heedless of what it contained.

In the only apartment block in the city, a teenager named Sean was taking a shower.

Just outside the edge of town, an adolescent called Jane broke into a cabin, then took long drinks from the faucet in the kitchen; she’d been on the run a long time.

All over the city, men, women and children drank, bathed in, washed in or otherwise came in contact with, water from taps, faucets, showerheads, and many other sources: most of them would remain unchanged, but a few would have wonderful and terrible things occur to them in the following months and weeks.
Yurickton Chapter One: Introduction
I was inspired, so sue me.
Hope you like this, I wrote it on the bus on the way to my school. 
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Hiding in Plain Sight by camolotthe10
Hiding in Plain Sight
I would not be surprised if there really had been a brain slug under that guy's beanie...

Sorry about the low quality; my scanner wand isn't working, which really sucks.
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Today, not seven hours ago by DA's count, I was sent a note. It was all pretty standard affair, but what really struck me as funny was when the user who sent the note offered me free DA premium membership if only I would click the link provided.
Now, I know DA is made up of intelligent people who know a scam when they see one, but I still feel that I need to say something on the matter, if only as an attempt to bring it to the moderator's attention. The guy's account is obviously a throw-away, and It's not hard to see that the offer isn't necessarily on the up-and-up.

However, if anyone clicked on the link accidentally or didn't realize what it was, I shall provide assistance here as well. If you fear that this scam has infected your computer, go to www.malwarebytes.com, download free malwarebytes, then run it. It'll scan your computer for malware, viruses, or unwanted programs and clean them out, saving your PC from the dump these malicious programs might have consigned it to.

Thanks for listening; we can only hope that the moderators act quickly to stop this scam in it's tracks
Non-Sequitor: Oregon City, Oregon by camolotthe10
Non-Sequitor: Oregon City, Oregon
aaaaaaand with that title, that brings me up to three references to copyrighted material! I'll let the lawyers find the other two and sue me appropriately.

Anyway, back to the obviously controversial topics discussed here. It's true; government aliens somehow kidnapped my flatbed scanner, and the Blenders are currently holding it hostage in a secret gigantic fallout shelter under Area 51. Until I save up the five hundred Borthas necessary to ransom my normal, functional scanner, I am forced to rely on my back-up; namely, a portable scanner wand that only scans in black and white. Now, calm down; it's a tragedy, I know. however, this does mean I'm forced to practice with my Wacom drawing tablet, due to the fact that my new house's internet isn't good enough to handle online gaming.
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will s. or Camolot the Creator
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
i am 18 (Whoop!)
i am a writer
i am a member of seven groups
i am the founder of two of those seven (lifeatdeathsdoor and SWACA, or Society Without A Cool Acronym, though SWACA is now terminated (RIP))
i often do things because I'm mildly interested in the outcome
i have taken up quantum physics and string theory as a hobby
i really want people to comment on my art (plz?)
my favorite video game hero would ether be Rayman or Ty the Tasmanian tiger
i do commissions for free. or something. bleh...

Current Residence: hesperia, CA, usa, your universe. or under your bed... OR BEHIND YOU!!!!
deviantWEAR sizing preference: huh?
Favourite genre of music: punk, electronic, alternative
Favourite style of art: anime (includes furries)
Operating System: windows 7 pro/ Windows 8 on my Alienware Desktop,
MP3 player of choice: iphone, or that wierd headphone mp3 i have
Favourite cartoon character: rocco, from rocco's modern life. or King Kazma.
Personal Quote: momento mori.

my personal forum: zcenter.forumotion.com/
my newgrounds account: camolotthecrreator.newgrounds.…
my wikia: the-camolot.wikia.com/wiki/Mai…
my tumblr: camolotthecreator.tumblr.com/
my webcomic on Smackjeeves: getsomecamolot.smackjeeves.com…
my blog: meanderingcuriousities.blogspo…

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This thing is actually pretty cool, and you can get one for free.
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MakeGamesHappen Featured By Owner Jul 10, 2014  Professional Digital Artist
Hey there awesome tester!
We have a new beta out!
RUSH, INTRO, and NORMAL have been updated!
-MakeGamesHappen
(-John Mark)
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itachiluver397 Featured By Owner Dec 17, 2013
Thanks for the :+fav:! :hug:
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camolotthe10 Featured By Owner Oct 16, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
#fulltimegilly is a dick.
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ChoDarkHeart96 Featured By Owner Jul 28, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Happy Birthday! :D :iconrainbowlaplz: :cake:
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fulltimegilly Featured By Owner Feb 24, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Hey kid, I know it might seem like a good idea but stop drawing anime, it won't get you anywhere, leave it to the japanese, art is all about carving out your own style, feel free to PM for tips, tricks or just some feedback.
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camolotthe10 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
first of all, who are you to come in all high-and-mighty and tell me what direction i should go in artistically?
second of all, this IS my art style. i can draw realistically but i don't like it, and i like this better because it can simple or complex and it's very flexible.
don't think i don't know what i'm doing. i'm developing my art style the way I want to develop it, and i don't take kindly to strangers saying they know my artistic evolution curve better than i do.
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AdvancedDefense Featured By Owner Feb 15, 2013  Hobbyist Filmographer
Thanks for the :+fav:!
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Nala-Crescent Featured By Owner Jan 25, 2013  Student
Will help!!! I axcidently left Swaca put me back there
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camolotthe10 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
you got it.
what position do you want to be?
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