Challenge 4:
Contestants:
-Falcon
-Crouching Sloth
-chowburgerz
-Patrick
-Ann Hiro
Challenge:
Create an Original Character. Draw an image of it and post it here. Also, post a backstory of at least 200 words.
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Challenge 4:
Contestants:
-Falcon
-Crouching Sloth
-chowburgerz
-Patrick
-Ann Hiro
Challenge:
Create an Original Character. Draw an image of it and post it here. Also, post a backstory of at least 200 words.
How many drawing challenges are there going to be? Paint almost cost me the contest today. Is there any other programs/sites I can use?
chowzburgerz wrote:
How many drawing challenges are there going to be? Paint almost cost me the contest today. Is there any other programs/sites I can use?
Paint.net.
Captain Douglas J Falcon wrote:
Paint.net.
Isn't that the same thing.
chowzburgerz wrote:
Isn't that the same thing.
Nope.
Maybe I should watch some contestant do this task first.
Michael Merkman is a 18 year old parkour expert that is part of the gang known as the Liberal Rebels. His main weapon of choice is baseball bat, but he can fight with his fists. He has the letters "LR" branded on his left hand to show his loyalty to the Liberal Rebels and he vows to take down his enemies from the Conservative Militia who has taken over the city of Dallas, Texas. When he goes into his stealth parkour mode, he wears a bandana sunglasses, and a blue jacket in order to hide his face. He wears a golden ring on his right ring finger. The ring was originally his father's ring. His father was murdered by a group of soldiers from the Conservative Militia and as a result, he wears the ring for his memory. He vows to get revenge against the Conservative Militia especially the men who killed his father. He has been haunted by the murders since he witnessed the murder as a child. His mother's status and identity are unknown to him and he was kindly taken in by the Liberal Rebels after the murder of his father. He is usually a loner and doesn't need any allies when fighting. He has no love interest nor does he want one for a long time.
"My… Backstory?" Clay asked, slightly addled.
"Yes, just a small once-over of who you are, where you're from, what you do… Et cetera, et cetera." replied the man sitting across from him, perfunctorily droning as if already bored with him.
"That's sort've vague, don't you think? I mean, I'm 22- I've got plenty of stories to tell, hobbies to disclose, past events to elaborate on… I couldn't possibly tell you everything, now could I?"
The therapist sighed, visibly exasperated with his new client. It had been one of those days, and this kid is already proving to be exactly the type of patient he dreads.
"Go ahead and try, regardless. I need to establish a foundation of sorts to better understand where you're coming from." the therapist finally stated, already trying to take on a more amicable tone.
"Uh, sure. I'm, as you know from that clipboard, Clay Whitten. I grew up in a smallish suburb just outside of town, born to a family of four… My sister and I were close, I guess, but I never felt much of a deep connection with my parents, y'know? Sorta like… Sorta like I was their problem child, so I never really got the trust and visible love from my folks like Becka did… Oh, Becka's my sister, sorry."
"Hmm… Go on a bit. I'd like to hear a little more on your childhood- more accurately, I'd like to hear how you were labeled a 'problem child', as you said." replied the therapist as he leaned in a little, his ballpoint quickly scribbling along even when Clay wasn't speaking. "Also, I'd like to know whether or not you feel like you were jealous of your sister, merely from curiosity- feel free to not answer, should you not wish to."
Clay laughed and shook his head. "I'm not the jealous type, no. As for why I was the problem child, it was more like… I dunno, small things. I would get into fights, despite my usually losing them, I would never do my homework, I broke a few things around the house, you know… Little boy stuff. Becka would just sit in her room, playing house with her dolls or having tea parties with the neighbor girls- little girl stuff. Comparatively, she was an angel… It's really no wonder why they sent me to live with relatives when I was a teen, but kept her." with this he paused.
"Mm-hmm…" was the therapist's sole, piddling remark.
Clay decided to move on, sans probing. "I was pretty good at basketball way-back-when, y'know… Yeah… Nearly took my team to state, but…" upon uttering this, he froze like a deer in the headlights.
"But…?" inquired the therapist, now starting to piece together this man's backstory.
"I-it's nothing. I just remembered something… Something picayune, I assure you." Clay stammered.
"Judging from your reaction to recalling it, I would say that it's far from picayune. Rather important, I'd wager… But if you'd rather not…" he analyzed, trailing off purposefully.
"No, I can… It's just… You remember how I said I was a bit of a fighter?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well… One day, only a week from state, I ended up getting hurt pretty bad in one of those fights."
"I see…"
"Yeah. We were just shooting some b-ball outside the school when a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started making trouble in our neighborhood. I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared and said, 'You're moving to your auntie and uncle's in Bel-Aire.'"
Aleksei Utkin was born in what was formerly Russia in the year 2137. He was born with a condition that made his ears very sensitive, and suffered through tremendous pain throughout his childhood. Aleksei took out the frustration that came with being unable to get rid of his pain by hunting local wildlife. It was through this practice that he discovered his penchant for causing pain. He would always rip out the animal’s throat when he caught it. As he grew older, his pain began to lessen, and he spent less time hunting for fun as he was tasked with more and more responsibilities. His sadism reappeared when wars over the water supplies of Earth reached their peak. Aleskei quickly signed up to be a soldier, and soon rediscovered his passion for violence. The loud sounds produced by gunfire and bombs caused Aleskei more pain than he had ever felt since his childhood. His reaction to this pain was seen in his brutality. He insisted on killing any enemy soldier he came across by tearing open their neck and removing their vocal cords. Farther into the wars, he began to practice this method of murder on civilians he came across as well. After the war, the families of his victims began to hunt him down, looking for revenge. Alsekei was forced to flee, eventually settling in Mexico. During his travels however, one of his pursuers managed to lob a grenade at him, damaging his left hand and legs beyond repair. He then made a deal with an insane scientist, who would replace his missing limbs if Alsekei would hunt down people suitable for his experiments. The scientist replaced his left hand with a retractable knife, and his legs with robotic replacements capable of flight. He now works for the scientist, tracking down and collecting people for his insane experiments. He also works as an assassin, killing the opponents of the biggest criminal organizations in the world by ripping out their vocal chords. He is a quiet individual, who has great self-control despite his violent nature. He loves reading, and will spend hours upon hours with books. He is incredibly unforgiving though, and it is rumored he once murdered a child for talking loudly in a library.
Patrick wrote:
"My… Backstory?" Clay asked, slightly addled.
"Yes, just a small once-over of who you are, where you're from, what you do… Et cetera, et cetera." replied the man sitting across from him, perfunctorily droning as if already bored with him.
"That's sort've vague, don't you think? I mean, I'm 22- I've got plenty of stories to tell, hobbies to disclose, past events to elaborate on… I couldn't possibly tell you everything, now could I?"
The therapist sighed, visibly exasperated with his new client. It had been one of those days, and this kid is already proving to be exactly the type of patient he dreads.
"Go ahead and try, regardless. I need to establish a foundation of sorts to better understand where you're coming from." the therapist finally stated, already trying to take on a more amicable tone.
"Uh, sure. I'm, as you know from that clipboard, Clay Whitten. I grew up in a smallish suburb just outside of town, born to a family of four… My sister and I were close, I guess, but I never felt much of a deep connection with my parents, y'know? Sorta like… Sorta like I was their problem child, so I never really got the trust and visible love from my folks like Becka did… Oh, Becka's my sister, sorry."
"Hmm… Go on a bit. I'd like to hear a little more on your childhood- more accurately, I'd like to hear how you were labeled a 'problem child', as you said." replied the therapist as he leaned in a little, his ballpoint quickly scribbling along even when Clay wasn't speaking. "Also, I'd like to know whether or not you feel like you were jealous of your sister, merely from curiosity- feel free to not answer, should you not wish to."
Clay laughed and shook his head. "I'm not the jealous type, no. As for why I was the problem child, it was more like… I dunno, small things. I would get into fights, despite my usually losing them, I would never do my homework, I broke a few things around the house, you know… Little boy stuff. Becka would just sit in her room, playing house with her dolls or having tea parties with the neighbor girls- little girl stuff. Comparatively, she was an angel… It's really no wonder why they sent me to live with relatives when I was a teen, but kept her." with this he paused.
"Mm-hmm…" was the therapist's sole, piddling remark.
Clay decided to move on, sans probing. "I was pretty good at basketball way-back-when, y'know… Yeah… Nearly took my team to state, but…" upon uttering this, he froze like a deer in the headlights.
"But…?" inquired the therapist, now starting to piece together this man's backstory.
"I-it's nothing. I just remembered something… Something picayune, I assure you." Clay stammered.
"Judging from your reaction to recalling it, I would say that it's far from picayune. Rather important, I'd wager… But if you'd rather not…" he analyzed, trailing off purposefully.
"No, I can… It's just… You remember how I said I was a bit of a fighter?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well… One day, only a week from state, I ended up getting hurt pretty bad in one of those fights."
"I see…"
"Yeah. We were just shooting some b-ball outside the school when a couple of guys, who were up to no good, started making trouble in our neighborhood. I got in one little fight, and my mom got scared and said, 'You're moving to your auntie and uncle's in Bel-Aire.'"
So you drew yourself?
I'm just gonna drop out now. I've had my fun with this.
Ann Hiro wrote:
So you drew yourself?
Funnily enough, that started off as a SANIC version of Gordon Freeman, but I ended up just giving him a hat and calling it good.
…as I've stated previously, I'm not a great artist ._.
Captain Douglas J Falcon wrote:
I'm just gonna drop out now. I've had my fun with this.
Damn, I saw you as a big threat in this contest, but at the same time you were an ally. I'll try my best in the Final Four.
Contestants Left:
-Crouching Sloth
Iran wrote:
Contestants Left:
-Crouching Sloth
Crouching Sloth already did his. Ann Hiro is the only one that has to do the task. Falcon is dropping out.
Give me a bit I just got home.
Okay.
Back Story:
John Mctosh was born in Wisconsin. He spent plenty of his days as any normal child. Playing, dancing, and any other things children would do. Going to school was something he looked forward too every day he woke up in the morning. He didn't have too many difficulties, and kept his studies up. He didn't really get picked since he would just simply stay out of the bullies ways. As an adult he went to an average university, he majored in English, and wrote short stories. In his mid twenties he got married to a women who intrigued his tastes. He currently lives in his hometown, and teaches middle school English.
(Hey… I did this in 15 minutes sorry for the lack of color.)
Iran's ratings:
-Crouching Sloth
4: He has a chilling backstory. I would have given you a five, but you lacked detail in the art section. Also, why did the scientist 'need' him? That question was unanswered.
-chowburgerz
5: The backstory is a backstory that is interesting for the majority "punk" population. I also like the art style. It reminds me of an animator that I enjoyed the animations of.
-Patrick
4: The backstory isn't very creative, and you could've been more direct about it. But, you were creative in the way of presenting it.
-Ann Hiro
3: The art is great, but you've written less than I have expected.
Iran wrote:
Iran's ratings:
-Crouching Sloth
4: He has a chilling backstory. I would have given you a five, but you lacked detail in the art section. Also, why did the scientist 'need' him? That question was unanswered.-chowburgerz
5: The backstory is a backstory that is interesting for the majority "punk" population. I also like the art style. It reminds me of an animator that I enjoyed the animations of.-Patrick
4: The backstory isn't very creative, and you could've been more direct about it. But, you were creative in the way of presenting it.-Ann Hiro
3: The art is great, but you've written less than I have expected.
Yes!!!! I have redeemed myself.
Now the other judge has to rate the characters.
Cantour, we're waiting.
Can we just begin the final three?
I sent a PM to Douglas J Falcon to be a judge. I have an idea, if he accepts and judges this challenge, then whoever loses this challenge, will become a third judge for the final challenge. Instead of giving the two finalists points in the final challenge, they'll just say which contestant is better. Whichever contestant gets two judge's approvals out of three in the final challenge will win KYM's Got Talent.
Patrick-5 for an excellent bait and switch
An Hiro-3 good art, not enough
Sloth-4 ok art, good story
Chows-2 eeeehhhhh.
Carno's end. wrote:
Patrick-5 for an excellent bait and switch
An Hiro-3 good art, not enough
Sloth-4 ok art, good story
Chows-2 eeeehhhhh.
It's too late, we've already kicked out Ann Hiro.
Iran wrote:
It's too late, we've already kicked out Ann Hiro.
Even with Cantour's scores, Ann Hiro would still be eliminated. Also judges, when you looked at the original lineup of contestants at the beginning, did you expect any of us to go to the final three? Are you surprised by Ann Hiro's elimination?
I can use paint again right? Also, I hope the final challenge is NOT a drawing challenge. We need more diversity.
AWWRIGHT BEETCHES I'S BE A JUDGE NAO
Well, here you go. Even if I don't make it to the finals, I would like to thank everyone for everything in this competition and I had a great time competing.
chowzburgerz wrote:
I can use paint again right? Also, I hope the final challenge is NOT a drawing challenge. We need more diversity.
Yes. But you have to draw on a photo of yourself. A photo…
It will be Snoop Dogg vs. Hannibal Lecter in the finals unless Patrick has a surprise.
Patrick just messaged me. He said that he won't upload his image for another 6-7 hours. Can you at least grade mine and Sloth's?
I will grade yours after Patrick has uploaded his.
Patrick said he would post in 6-7 hours. It has already been 6-7 hours, so how much longer will we give him?
Chowz, calm down a little, bro. I didn't have access to a computer for the past several hours, so it would've been sorta difficult to participate in this project, non? I'm sorry for holding you guys up, though. :/
This one's dedicated to all y'all haters who said I could never go Super Saiyan.
Read 'em and weep.
Sorry about being impatient Patrick. I got to admit that this is the best challenge so far. We have Snoop Lion vs Hannibal Lector vs Super Saiyan Goku.
My ratings:
-Crouching Sloth
4: The mask looks original.
-chowburgerz
2: 420 is so overused.
-Patrick
5: Your's is the best.
My ratings:
Chowz-4, I hate people who say swag. But it was good.
Patrick-5, very clever
Sloth- 4. Not bad.
Now, Falcon has to give his ratings.
Chowz: 4. 420 blaze it fgts.
Patrick: 3. It seems like not too much work was put into it. Was funny tho.
Sloth: 2. Looking at your design compared to the other ones, yours seems to have some useless fluff on the outside of the face and body.
Snoop or Hannibal's going home.
Hora, hora… I wasn't expecting a tie to occur. I recommend Chowz and Sloth fight to the death for the right to be in the final two, comme il faut.
Total:
-Crouching Sloth
10
-chowburgerz
10
-Patrick
13
It's a tie between Sloth and Chowz, so I have to choose to kick out.
Good bye Chowz.
Final Round:
Write a 500 word story with your OC in it.
Contestants:
Sloth
Patrick
Judges:
Iran
Falcon
Carno
Final Challenge:
Write a 200 word story with your OC in it.
Damnit, why did you pick me to go home if there was a tie? Shouldn't there be a tiebreaker challenge?
Season Finale Schedule
Introduction of the judges
Montage of the finalists' journey
Crouching Sloth performs
Maroon 5 performs
Patrick performs
Fall Out Boy performs
Voting begins
Some comedy sketches with the judges
Iran performs
Kayne West and Nicki Minaj performs
Crouching Sloth performs with an artist of his choice
Patrick performs with an artist of his choice
Eliminated contestants performs
Crouching Sloth and Patrick performs with Queen
Winner is revealed
Well it looks like it's come down to just Patrick and I. Really did not expect I'd get this far.
So here's the story I guess
3 hours. They had been talking for 3 hours. Aleksei had been watching his target, and elderly woman, talk with another woman outside of a café for 3 hours and he was beginning to become impatient. If he had more of a reckless personality, he would have slit the woman’s throat in broad daylight hours ago. But he waited. And as he waited, his hatred of the woman grew. Aleksei was forcing himself to listen to their banal conversation to see if he could get any clue to when she was leaving and where she was going to. The woman was quite loud, which angered Aleksei. Every word she said made his sensitive ears burn with pain. Every time she laughed at one of her companion’s insipid jokes he felt as if someone had let loose a swarm of angry bees in his brain. He played out the scene hundreds of times in his head. He would find her alone. He would choke her until she passed out. He would slice open her throat and remove the things that gave her the ability to make that awful sound. He didn't know why the Dead Ones gang wanted this woman dead. Maybe it was an issue of revenge; maybe she was a witness to one of their many crimes. Whatever the reason, Aleksei did not care. All he knew was that they wanted her killed, and that was a good enough excuse for Aleksei to use his talents.
After another hour of conversation, Aleksei’s target got up to leave the café. He felt a burst of energy, the same a leopard must feel when the baby gazelle it had been stalking for hours finally wanders away from the safety of the herd. He calmly stood up to begin his pursuit of the woman, when he noticed several other individuals standing up at the same time. All of them were tough looking men and women with badly concealed weapons. Aleksei instantly knew this hunt would not be as easy as he once thought. Instead of following the woman and her guards, he snuck into a back alley and used his enhanced legs to fly into the air. Sneaking through other alleys and untraveled paths, he trailed the woman without alerting any of the bodyguards, who following the woman as inconspicuously as possible. They eventually reached a large apartment building, in which Aleksei assumed the woman lived. Two of the guards entered the building with the woman, while the rest stationed themselves at different entrances into the building. Aleksei slyly snuck into the building through the balcony of one of the apartments. A single man was at home when he broke into the apartment. Aleksei stabbed him in the throat before the man could even yell. He quickly ran to the elevator, and noticed that it had stopped on the third floor. Aleksei used the stairs instead to get down, and when he got to the third floor, noticed two of the guards leaning against the wall near a specific door. Aleksei decided his usual method of murder may have been too risky, so he quickly shot the two guards in the head with a silenced pistol without batting an eyelash. He then entered the apartment.
The first thing he noticed about the woman was her eyes. They were the eyes of an animal, frozen by impending death. He recognized them from the squirrels and rabbits he hunted in his childhood right before he brought the blade down on their necks. Aleksei was fast. He was efficient. It only took him 5 minutes in total to have the woman’s vocal chords spread out on the apartment floor. He basked in his work like a carpenter standing proudly aside his newly made bench. He never knew why this woman was wanted dead. He never asked his employers, never bothered to read the in depth newspaper reports on the murder. To him, it simply didn't matter.
Good job Sloth, but the question is will it be enough or does Patrick have one last trick up his sleeve?
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