I want you to imagine ponies, ponies that are made of fire and steel. They breathe ice and shit plutonium. These ponies, they're the most heinous machines of war ever conceived. They come in the night, screaming, setting the ground ablaze and scorching the earth, fouling it for generations to come. Deep inside, in their core, is a small creature, a nasty, evil little creature that wishes destruction upon all of existence. And when you look upon these ponies, your soul is ripped from existence and consumed leaving you bare like the ground you now stand upon, as they run past, screaming into the night.
When the first Mars landing party did in fact land on Mars,
they had no idea what they were in for in the comming days.
What began as man's humble entrance into the vast thing known as space
turned into our entrance onto the stage of the universe.
The landing party touched down on April 1st, 2047. The landing had
actually gone smoother than expected. There was no turbulence from
storms, no interference with communications, and indeed it was as
if Mars had been simply sitting there waiting for people to arrive!
All the failed Mars probes had invited extreme caution on the part
of the planning crew for the mission. Every system had
I want you to imagine ponies, ponies that are made of fire and steel. They breathe ice and shit plutonium. These ponies, they're the most heinous machines of war ever conceived. They come in the night, screaming, setting the ground ablaze and scorching the earth, fouling it for generations to come. Deep inside, in their core, is a small creature, a nasty, evil little creature that wishes destruction upon all of existence. And when you look upon these ponies, your soul is ripped from existence and consumed leaving you bare like the ground you now stand upon, as they run past, screaming into the night.
Okay, so I've spent a little time being a subscriber
First impressions:
Big Thumbnails: Don't care. They're not that much bigger.
Search: I wouldn't use it even if it wasn't broken.
Giant lists of pictures (i.e. 120+): Don't care. DeviantArt is slow enough as it is and I'm on DSL. Maybe if DeviantArt was fast. Which it's not. Did I mention that?
Polls: Don't care.
Shoutbox stuff: Don't care.
Journal Enhancements: What? I had a journal?
This isn't related to subscription status, but the forum took more than 8 seconds to load.. to slow, and being a subscriber without the ads does nothing.. so.. Don't care.
And now onto ads, I don't see
I'm not usually as artistic as I was today.
I must've just been in the mood. o_O;
But anyway, it seems that I actually am going to be using this for art, since I've recently taken an interest in fashion and clothing design and a tad bit in photography.
Okay, that's about it.