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JDB
Professor
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That looks really cool!! The flames look excellent! You should do some more.
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Nurdbot
DOOP Secretary
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Ahh, brings back memories.
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Nurdbot
DOOP Secretary
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W00t. Lovely choice of episode Scan as well.
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Zmithy
Professor
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Damn fine scans Kloudes, the promo pictures are a good choice to try out neat shading, and you've got the neatest shading ever, I wouldn't have a clue where to begin on something like that. Can't wait for the next one!
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Kloudes
Liquid Emperor
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Thanks for the comments, everyone For the holidays, I've put together a non-Futurama scan. I couldn't find a holiday screenshot that I liked and that also has not been done before that was Futurama based, so oh well. If it's any consolation I'm also posting the crappy X-mas based Fuurama ficlet I wrote months ago. Happy Holidays, all! Oh, and as a side note, I've decided to take on the crazy task of doing a scan from every episode. I'm going to need to pick up the pace... The night air was bitterly cold in New New York. The snow curled and whipped in a gale, leaving the streets eerily quiet excepting the howling wind. It was X-mas Eve, but there was no joyous caroling; no lights twinkling. The whole of Manhattan was boarded in their homes quietly waiting in fear, alert and ready. Children held their parents. Parents held their guns. He was coming. The unspeakable adjudicator of X-mas, the technological monster of mass murder mayhem: Robot Santa. Tucked away inside their now steel-plated and sealed headquarters, the Planet Express crew was listening. After their last two encounters with Robot Santa, no one was about to take any chances. There were no deliveries to be made that night, and delivery boy Phillip J. Fry had bought a present for his unrequited crush weeks earlier. The first and foremost thing on everyone’s mind was vigilance, except for Dr. Zoidberg, who was eyeing the candy canes on their palm tree eagerly. Bender was pacing nervously, remembering his short stint of playing Santa last Christmas. Leela’s eye was narrowed, a gun slung on her belt. Seconds of waiting turned into minutes; minutes soon into hours. By 2 am, Bender decided he could use some ‘festive’ eggnog, and the professor had tucked his magnet away and commenced the distribution of gifts. Leela was just about to open the first present of the night when a sound from the roof made everyone go quiet. The tinny sound of jingle bells and a very malicious, very mechanical “Ho ho hoooo… Ho ho hoooo…” was coming from directly above them. Leela’s lightening reflexes had retrieved her firearm in seconds. Fry cowered behind her, knees knocking. “Professor,” Leela commanded, trying to sound brave. “Activate cameras!” Farnsworth teetered over to a wall behind the couch and pressed a small red button. The wall retracted, revealing a huge built in plasma television. Fry’s eyes widened. “No one told me that was there!” he said, sounding offended. The others ignored him, watching Farnsworth fumble around in the pockets of his lab coat. They tried to ignore the incessant “Ho ho hoooo…” coming from the roof. Finally, the professor uncovered a large remote control, and activated the screen, showing a view of the roof. The crew gasped. He was there! Robot Santa! He had come back to… No, wait. That wasn’t him. That was… Leela, Hermes, Cubert and Bender turned and glared at Farnsworth. Leela stepped forward. “Professor!” she said angrily. “Huh whaaa?” “What is the meaning of this?!” The professor turned to the screen, which was currently displaying a small, brightly lit and mechanized Santa, waving happily. The professor smiled. “Oh, I must have forgot. I put that on a timer…” The whole crowd glared at him, and left the room, grumbling under their breaths. The professor took one last look at the screen before turning it off. “I thought he was cute…” he said unhappily, before following out them out of the room.
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Idan_Aharoni
Professor
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Just a quick note: awsome. I really really liked it.
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Kloudes
Liquid Emperor
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Thanks everyone! @ Venus: Yes, I end there. You are not the first one to complain about that. I haven't written a full fanfic, the problem being I have no idea for a plot. When I think of one, I promise I'll ooze it out on paper. As for saying it's well-written... Thank you. That means a lot to me, since that's really what I was going for when I wrote it. I'm not very good at humor, so I have to compensate in other areas...
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ooy
Professor
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you done a great jorb Kloudes.
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Tongue Luck
Starship Captain
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Awww... I have such a soft spot for Linus! Screw Futurama! Originally posted by Kloudes: Children held their parents. Parents held their guns. Made me chuckle. monster of mass murder mayhem Woo! I dig alliteration. Short and sweet. Like all things that end in -let should be. Well, I guess triplets can be tall jackasses if they really want. And there should be some long bracelets for the fat-wristed. What the hell am I talking about?
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