Actually it took little to no talent at all Just some time in Photoshop. Really I was just expirementing with a crapload of different brushes and got lost alogn the way :\
Great drawing, comrade fubb. It shows the gloriousness of my rule, surrounded by the treachery of the enemy of the people, ploting to bring down our glorious revolution. For this, I give you this medal, posthumously, of the Order of the Champion of the People, the greatest recognition any person in our glorious revolution can gain. Long live comrade fubb and his great example of dedication, loyalty and sacrifice in the name of the people and the party's glorious legacy!
Just one of the Short Stories i did back in school...not actually that good though i had like no time left to do it cause i procrastinated, so i had to rush together my story world
SCREEN: A short Story by Zachary Healey (Done for English Class)
2027. Carbon dioxide emissions in the atmosphere, with the mixture of ozone depletion, were making the sun send more harmful UV rays down to earth than 20 years ago. With this came the need of battery-powered goggles to decrease UV rays brightness so it doesn’t damage the eyes, and little air filters connected to the nose so people don’t get sick and die from any deadly gasses in the air.
This is what Mikhial had been taught. These things appeared 10 years ago, he remembered it. The sky grew darker each day. Everything seemed to be covered in a dull twilight, and the air smelled funny. However, once the governments of the world introduced the goggles and air filters, all problems just seemed to vanish - almost instantly.
That was when he was ten. He was 18 now, a graduate from the Moscow University of Arts. He was on the fast track career to becoming a chef, and hoped to move to New Paris to become a cook.
New Paris was the name given to a city that sprouted out of the ground in southern France almost overnight as refugees from the city evacuated before the nuclear disaster there in 2021. The casualties were so great that they rounded them to a whopping 5 million. Nuclear disasters had a higher count in Europe as so many small villages and towns all seemed to be less then a mile from each other.
Things seemed to be improving now, though. The skies were blue again, and the dreaded smells of carbon dioxide were gone. Of course, some believed that was only from the air filters bringing fresh oxygen into one’s nose.
Mikhial wandered down that street to his house, looking at all the glass bubbles that covered the yards and the solar panels on top that were feeding power from the atmosphere into the homes. He noted the green grass on the yards and the colorful leaves as they showed the first signs of fall. A chilly wind ran through his thin coat and he decided it may be time to start wearing a wind breaker from the small café he worked at now.
Nearing his home, he opened the small see-through glass door, barely avoiding being splashed by a car as it sped through a puddle. Entering his bubble yard, he closed the door, and just before he took his goggles off, he heard a sort of electrical fizz.
A little line ran across his goggles, and he looked about, thinking something or someone must have shot some sort of electrical bolt at him. No. No one was there.
He tapped the side pocket of his jeans, which held the batteries that powered the goggles, allowing them to take in the sunlight and decrease it so it doesn’t harm ones eyes. Perhaps his batteries were getting low?
He remembered how last week he had accidentally dropped them down the stairs leading to his basement. The fall had created a small crack on the bottom of the left lens - nothing serious at the time. Now he questioned whether or not he should get new ones. Course, it may only be his batteries. It was a must for all citizens at all times to carry fresh batteries wit them.
He decided he would just load some new batteries in, and then go out tomorrow to get new glasses.
Walking up the lane into his house, he removed the twin tubes coming from another side pocket on his pants, where the small air siphon was. One didn’t need to wear these, as the electrical screens in the glass removed harmful sunlight as well, and a large air siphon was in the inside and outside of the house, producing air. From inside the bubble, the world looked even nicer, even though the glass of the bubble gave off a dull electric hum.
He opened his door and walked into his house, enjoying the warm air that greeted him, as well as a small black kitten, with white paws, a small white spot on his head and white fur on his breast. The kitten, named Edgar, mewed as he nudged against Mikhial’s legs.
“Are you hungry?” he asked as he took off his coat and top hat, putting them in his closet, “OK, just a sec…”
Fetching a small bag of cat food from the closet, he opened the bag and poured it into the small bowl he used for Edgar’s food. The little cat dove into it on sight.
Setting his goggles and air siphon down near the door, he flicked on the news.
“…with more KGB officers suspected of being involved with the disappearance of the 10 people this past week, as well as over 100 through the entire year…” came the news bulletin as a female anchor person spoke about the current happenings.
Mikhial just shrugged. Over the past year people had been disappearing from to and fro, for unexplained reasons. Just normal, good people, not even bad, getting sucked away by what the people thought was the KGB for unknown reasons. Not even the government would tell why they were taken. Maybe the government didn’t even know…
Mikhial’s thoughts drifted from the news to his phone. It was ringing. Sighing, he picked it up.
“Change your batteries!” a cheery voice came from the other end.
“Yes I know.” Mikhial briskly said as he put the phone back on the receiver. Everyday, every person got that call. The government wasted no time at all, making sure everyone had fresh batteries at all times. They even gave you free batteries if one ran out. Why was it so important at all times? Surely a few minutes without your goggles on couldn’t harm you.
Course, they were designed (through some strange technological advancement) to not be able to come off of one’s head unless he was inside the bubble of a building. All buildings, except maybe buildings in Africa (in which most life has ceased to exist except in more developed countries over the past 8 years) had the bubbles covering them, no matter how big they were. He remembered on a trip to England with his father years ago, seeing an entire Rugby stadium covered.
The day passed uneventfully, and he went to bed. The next morning, he had breakfast and left for work. He didn’t have enough time in the morning to do anything else.
After he got off of work, he called for a taxi, and entered. Even taxis had electric screens, but one was supposed to wear goggles in a vehicle as well, unless it was a plane.
He reached an outlet that sold batteries, and entered. In no time at all, he had a new pair installed, and was having a pleasant walk home, when the electrical fizz sound came through again.
He watched as two little grey lines flashed across his goggles, and for a moment, the world around him grew dark and grey, before another electrical sound was heard, and he was returned to a wonderful world of blue skies, tan colored buildings, and lush green gardens. He shrugged off the incident, blaming it on the glasses themselves. He would need to get a new pair, though they were quiet expensive.
Once again, another day passed without any further events, though the next day, things got very strange.
The phone rang, and as usual, a male voice came on, “Change your batteries!”
“Erm, yes…” started Mikhial, “My batteries don’t need a change, my goggles do. They’ve been acting odd these past few days, and yesterday, I saw something strange…”
“What?” the voice was suddenly quite different then the cheery one he knew of. Now it was more sinister, and scary
“Well…” began Mikhial, “These past few days I’ve seen some strange things. I heard electrical fizzes, and yesterday, the color went all screwy, and things got very dark all around me.”
“Oh…Ok, go to the shop ‘Vladimir’s Best’, on 6th, his goggles never seem to do that…Mister…Sorovich is it?”
“…Yes…” Mikhial replied as the person on the other end hung up.
As Mikhial left his home, one foreboding thought stuck with him as he dawned his goggles and air siphon. The house he stayed in, the one he called “His House”, was actually the home of his Uncle Vanya. Mikhial’s name wasn’t even registered in the phone books, so how could the man on the phone know it was him?
Mikhial continued on his way anyway. He was now standing outside a shop, with a large sign hanging over the glass double doors, entitled with red letters, “Vladimir’s Best”.
Mikhial walked in, listening to the chime of the bells hanging over the door.
“Mr. Sorovich?” called the man at the desk. He had white hair, and stood a whopping 6’4” tall: a giant to many. His voice was stern, and his face was very long. He also looked as if he was quite well built.
“...Yes?” replied Mikhial, unaware as too how the man knew he was coming.
“A government worker informed me you would be coming, please follow me.” The man said as he motioned for him to follow him into a hallway behind the counter. Mikhial thought this was strange as well, because there were perfectly fine goggles lining the walls. He followed anyways.
The man led him down a narrow hallway. The floor was lined with un-classy white bathroom tiles, the walls were made of an old green color, and, with the lighting of the dim lights overhead, they looked even worse.
Suddenly, Mikhial heard a click, as he came to a stop, staring down the barrel of a handgun. Before he could run, two men in suits came from behind him.
“In.” One of them motioned with their pistol to a doorway. Mikhial obeyed. He was in shock, his knees feeling as though they would buckle at any moment. What was happening?
They led him into a small dark room. A single light above a desk cast a pale yellow glow, as the three thugs sat Mikhial down in a chair.
“Mr. Sorovich…” Came a voice from the dark as a lamps light glared into his vision. A man, unidentifiable from the glare given off by the lamp, was talking to him
“What’s going on?” cried Mikhial as his hair was yanked back by one of the men, and they removed his air siphon from his nose with a yank.
“You’ve been victim of a rare and fatal glitch in your goggles. It is in my sadness that you will have to be removed from society instantly!” He said soberly into Mikhial’s face, almost without any emotion at all.
“I don’t understand!” cried Mikhial as them men led him to a nearby doorway, opening it and letting the room flood with sunlight. Mikhial sniffed in disgust as a strange smell wafted into his nose. He often felt that smell in his bubble, if he was by the door leading to the street.
One of the thugs pulled a little canister from his pocket, and sprayed it on Mikhial’s goggles, and suddenly, he could feel them getting lose! With a yank, one of the thugs pulled it off
Mikhial gave a gasp as the world around him changed from the beautiful colors of early fall, to dark, dreary gray colors. The clouds, instead of being a beautiful blue, speckled with white clouds, became a grey blotch, filled with nothing but soot and grime.
“You see, Mikhial,” his interrogator came out. He was looking down the small alley as a black van approached, “The government has managed to disguise the future through the use of technology. Speechless? I was too, at first. Now every government around the world knows of the terrible state the environment is in, and is working covertly to dismiss the problem. However, we cannot have people like you blabbing it to the populace and causing, how you say, ‘panic’.”
The van was now very close, and Mikhial’s eyes began to water. He was confused and unaware as to why he was receiving this treatment by these thugs
“The KGB, CIA, M16, Mossad, Illuminati, MJ12…Every secret service or organization that exists, if they do exist, is in on this, dusting off every person who sees through the thin line of truth offered by the electric goggles. The fact that people believed the whole ‘blocking UV rays’ is completely amazing!” He stopped to take a breath. “The truth is, the goggles use a technology that has been in development for the past 12 years, used to take in the data of the world outside, and in a sense, ‘paint a picture’ for the people, so they don’t know the situation is as bad as it is.”
The van was now just 50 yards away, “But every so often, the goggles glitch, and the screen portraying the nice lie everyone is living in is replaced by the ugly truth. The same technology is used in the windows of buildings, cars, planes, and of course, the bubbles…”
The van pulled up in front of the group now, and the doors opened as hands grabbed a screaming Mikhial, pulling him into the darkness. “It’s not fair, where are you taking me?!” he sobbed as he was pulled in.
“Mikhial, you have died in a freak electrical fire at your house. The fires caused an explosion and your body could not be recovered,” his interrogator said with a dull wave towards Mikhial. “I’m sorry this happened to such a bright young person.”
With that, the door closed, and Mikhial was off in the bumpy van, to an unknown destination. The men in the van were holding him, and all of them had firearms pointed towards his head.
All this while, Mikhial was still confused, as he stared out the vans window and saw the blue skies, and white clouds drift by…
(2842 words)
SCREEN by Fubbles McMimbles
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30-10-2008, 09:52 PM
Just some time in Photoshop. Really I was just expirementing with a crapload of different brushes and got lost alogn the way :\
i had like no time left to do it cause i procrastinated, so i had to rush together my story world 
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