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Yay! My '95 Riviera in caraciture/tattoo style. I jammed the engine through the hood, gave it huge American Racing, Torq-Thrust II wheels and tires, dumped the exhaust out the back, angled and dropped the front spoiler, covered the headlights, gave it a new grille, chopped the top, and it looks great!

More at home here than in my art thread, I've started a new series of art. My last major one was around March/April of '07 where I gave Tails a girlfriend. This time, I got something for two other Sonic characters.
Dr. Robotnik makes a machine, the GeneSplitter 5000, to switch Sonic's and Rouge's gender around. With some clever disguises to lure them in, it works exactly as planned. The pic I put up here is the one where Rouge and Sonic are plotting aginst Robotnik. The second pic I posted in that series I think is the best I've done on Rouge, except it's when she's a he, not a she, so it's not exactly Rouge. Did I lose anyone? Anyhoo, this series is more about Rouge than Sonic, as I need practice drawing her. Him, for the most part. Some parts of it may look iffy or rushed, but that's because they are, lol!
Tell me what you think, or even better, post it there! A bump goes a long way, sometimes.

The hangar doors swing open.
A growling whine could be heard from within.
Louder, closer, faster, bigger, all growing up and counting.
Curves unlike any other, aggression far superior than all else, the perfect blend of power, beauty, aerodynamics...and horsepower.
As the behemoth screams out of the building, the smell of freshly burned rubber locks it in.
What's "it"?
Everything.
Everything from details to general form, attracts you.
1,500 horses made of hydrogen fuels, galloping through 16 cylinders.
Aesthetics by an aspiring professional.
You want it, but the design does not follow you.
It fits someone else.
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BCv MK2

The sun still had yet to rise, but it knew it would have to move before dawn.
The electric whine grew louder, and louder still.
The belly of the beast was red-hot, and ready.
The juices were flowing, and it came to life with a roaring cough.
It welcomed the master to his saddle, and soon they were off.
Without skepticism or questioning of what it was about to do, it growled, screamed, then shrieked its opposition to reality.
Against aerodynamics, against inertia, against gravity itself!
The coils groaned as it tore out of the pack, and into the desert.
Once it made a final preparation, the master kicked it up to full speed.
Using all it's 16 hearts, it flew through to a trot, then a cantor, a gallop, and finally a 1,500+ horse sprint!
A lone behemoth crossing the barren desert, bearing the burden everyone else refused; hauling across the sand a 125 ton payload.
With a final flash of its gold, it roared and growled into the sunrise, and that was the last we saw of it.
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The 16-cylinder GM / IB100x Hydrogen Combustion truck.
The leader of the pack.

Alright, so yesterday I went with my family to Chinatown. In one store, when my mom and sister stopped to look for a bag or something, I saw a black box with a Ferrari emblem on the wall of colognes and perfumes. I decided to ask the guy how much it was as we were leaving, and he said $40. I asked around other places and they went from $40 to $30. I decided to give my 2 bags to my dad, and pull everything out of my wallet but a $20. I went to a new stand, and asked him how much it was. He said $35. It was on.
I asked if he had any behind the shelf, he said he only has what's on display up on the top of the rack.
I told him we were going down and back the street, he said $30.
I said that we were parked up the street the other way, which we were, and that we may stop by if I felt I still needed to get it.
As I walk out the door, he says 25 25!
I stop, turn around, pull out my wallet, and tell and show him that all I had was a $20.
He took the bill, I took my cologne.
Also, in another store, 2 guys dressed normally walked in and said "Ladies and gentlemen, please step out, this is a Federal seizure," and held out their badges and ID. Coolest thing EVER.

I want to learn Japanese and fly to Tokyo for a week. Anyone got an extra plane ticket lying around? I'd fly Northwest Airlines if you got a ticket.
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