"It's the door..... To the light" - The Social Thread v 2.0 - ARCHIVE

Kason Birdman wrote:
this is what i have so far for the stream setup of Melee on Main(Street) (our new monthly tournament series hosted in our house) except obv the webcam capture would be replaced with the game capture.

how does it look? this is my practice for making the McSmashter one cause I want to make that one look REALLY good.

I like it (especially the name). You could make the title bigger, and maybe a different font for everything else.
...That really doesn't sound like someone liking it.

haha yeah i agree the titles too small.. but i can't really fit it anywhere else.
also different font is a good idea, but i still want to keep the player name fonts super simple.

here's what i have for one of the mcsmashter layouts so far (theres gonna be two, one for in between games with player and comcam and one during games with just game and score displayed) where the webcam is right now is gonna be game capture or possible player cam.

Not gonna lie, that looks pretty bad ass.

Almost as bad ass as Shadow the Edgehog

nothing is more badass than shadow

stream layout for the game (webcam would be replaced with game capture)

This is a SUPER SMEXY stream. Definitely the best so far. The only tiny little thing I would say to change is, to move the McSmashter logo into the purple. Oh, and I dont think the actual footage is centered correctly. Needs to be moved to the left just a bit.

But besides that, looks perfect

yeah the video was a tiny bit off but i fixed it. and you think the logo would look better on the purple? cause i had it down there and it kinda clashed a little bit i donno.

Oh I see, ya might be a little too much purple. it looks fine coming out a bit anyways

just found a jay-z song i hadn't heard and the chorus says "i wish for everything!" LOL had good laughs

Elephants hitting you from very angle with a spot on one and in the background and elephant with an elephant clipping inside of it with elephants for eyes. The elephants that are the eyes are spinning with nintendo 64's floating around their skulls chanting "You are billy billy chum chum."

Then you'd wish for that again but all moved over 1.61619926 × 10-35 meters.

string theory would be both right and wrong at the same time. there would be no god and there would be all the gods.

and in the end..
there would be st. marys goers.

You awake on top of a mountain that is inside of you. It bursts out of your eyes, speaks in a language you don't understand but compels you to jump into the air and turn into a snake. Centipedes the size of cars proceed to tickle you with paintbrushes until you grow arms and legs out of your sides. All the while, you have a massive throbbing erection, but when you climax, instead of orgasming, your life rewinds before your eyes to the point that you are a zygote in your mother's uterus.

And then it gets weird

fucken stoics



i juss don git yeah

i would have to do this assignment a million times only changing the class names everytime and when i hand them all in Carrette would look me in the eye and whisper "my dear boy.. you wrote this a million times son. you are a flower. prosperous. golden brown. sink into me son, sink into me." and then he would offer me his neck and i would sink my teeth in and absorb life.

and that moment would pause and last an eternity, but it would also not happen. at all.

You would turn into a sock. All of your friends would turn into socks and get stuffed inside of you. You would then be smushed by a giant rhino's ass, and converted into silly puddy. There you are, you and all of your friends, a single consciousness of silly puddy.

The man who's behind you right now would laugh rainbows that turn into lava that turn into semen that turn into blood in a never-ending stream of transformation, until you finally get hit with a big wet nothing. Yes, the nothing is wet. It will happen. It won't happen. The clouds will sing.

You climb the CN Tower, in your silly puddy form, except the concept of climbing without well-defined limbs drives you to insanity. Thing is, your sanity was the only thing keeping the Lions with egg yolks for eyes from driving their House-sized Chevrolets all over the United States.

And now the clock beckons. For the sword to fall.

second last paragraph was sooooo good

well... hows it look?

the M's still fucked. i was trying to make it look like eyes at first but it looked auty, so then i just tried to fit it in and it wouldn't really fit anywhere lol

Man, that logo is so sweet! WE ACTUALLY HAVE A LOGO NOW.

Oh and,

" What clashes here of wills gen wonts, oystrygods gaggin fishy-
gods! Brékkek Kékkek Kékkek Kékkek! Kóax Kóax Kóax! Ualu
Ualu Ualu! Quaouauh! Where the Baddelaries partisans are still
out to mathmaster Malachus Micgranes and the Verdons cata-
pelting the camibalistics out of the Whoyteboyce of Hoodie
Head. Assiegates and boomeringstroms. Sod's brood, be me fear!
Sanglorians, save! Arms apeal with larms, appalling. Killykill-
killy: a toll, a toll. What chance cuddleys, what cashels aired
and ventilated! What bidimetoloves sinduced by what tegotetab-
solvers! What true feeling for their's hayair with what strawng
voice of false jiccup! O here here how hoth sprowled met the
duskt the father of fornicationists but, (O my shining stars and
body!) how hath fanespanned most high heaven the skysign of
soft advertisement! But was iz? Iseut? Ere were sewers? The oaks
of ald now they lie in peat yet elms leap where askes lay. Phall if
you but will, rise you must: and none so soon either shall the
pharce for the nunce come to a setdown secular phoenish.
   Bygmester Finnegan, of the Stuttering Hand, freemen's mau-
rer, lived in the broadest way immarginable in his rushlit toofar-
back for messuages before joshuan judges had given us numbers
or Helviticus committed deuteronomy (one yeastyday he sternely
struxk his tete in a tub for to watsch the future of his fates but ere
he swiftly stook it out again, by the might of moses, the very wat-
er was eviparated and all the guenneses had met their exodus so
that ought to show you what a pentschanjeuchy chap he was!)
and during mighty odd years this man of hod, cement and edi-
fices in Toper's Thorp piled buildung supra buildung pon the
banks for the livers by the Soangso. He addle liddle phifie Annie
ugged the little craythur."

That is a page from a real book. Finnigans Wake it's called. It's completely written in jibberish.

thats so damn gay

LOL

Wtf? Are they a fan of us or something?