<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21775156</id><updated>2012-01-05T06:47:05.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a violent world</title><subtitle type='html'>i like to say bugger</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>violent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615673924227966742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21775156.post-318591110512494366</id><published>2007-01-17T12:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T13:38:50.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Work and More Work plus a peview of my new story Systems of War.</title><content type='html'>Hey HI and Hello. in the update im going to give you people a preview of my latest inprogress book; Systems Of War-Viral. it is the first in a three part series of a man and his team as they try to eliminate the alien 'Dogs' that are trying to destroy humanity. Im planning on making this the best book the world has ever seen. (doubtful) I can tell you one thing and that is its going to be long, the first chapter alone is a good ten pages and counting. I've been working extremly hard at it and its been really difficult trying to fit it in between drawing time, schoolwork exams, and the rest of the time im spending trying to flesh out the SOW universe. some of you may think it impossible for us to actually make the kind of leap in technolagy im suggesting in my story in the small span of a hundred years. But that will be read out upon later in my book so dont critize just yet...&lt;br /&gt;anyways i think its time to get on with the preview so enjoy and after wards ill give you picture with summery to end the post. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sytems Of War-Viral&lt;br /&gt;-Prologue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One hundred years after the assignation of the president, man had made fantastic strides in his evolution in our universe. What was once just a union between continents is now a union between solar systems. The Cooperation known as Marcanus Corp. has grown from a small government research branch into a full fledged agency working for the humanities greater good. In the year 2010 on the eve of the president’s murder they unveiled humanities greatest find; whitespace, a way to travel at great speeds to other solar systems in the milky way galaxies. So far man has discovered and claimed four systems as their own, alien life was undetected and humans began colonizing their systems planets.&lt;br /&gt;But with the great change came Earths third world war, throwing a shadow across its system and losing communication with its colonies.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-six years later in 2096 with the help of the Marcanus Corp.’s genetically enhance super solider Knights, Earth was rediscovered and rebuilt. The humans finally declared the systems united in 2099 pronouncing Earth the King of the United Solar Systems of Emerica.&lt;br /&gt;But death would not let war be banished so easily and on New Years Eve Planet Emily vanished and the Dogs revealed themselves. Mans first contact with aliens on a galactic scale had arrived and with it the first ever System War.&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of it beginning and its end.&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of humanities last chance to prove it is worthy of existence.&lt;br /&gt;This is Systems of War.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Chpater Zero; the last mission&lt;br /&gt;The line cutoff, Brittany’s hand had been holding her arm up so as to keep in on her ear as she kept listening. Cuts in her skin leaked blood as her nails dug into her, she couldn’t feel it; her entire body had gone numb for terror. She unclasped her arm and pushed a button without a lit light above it and breathed deeply. She was shivering all over, fear taking over her body. A dial tone came from the receiver and a noise came from the corner of the room like a fuzzy blanket hitting the ground. Her eyes shot to the corner straining them to see the source of the noise, her hand began instinctively to dial the three digit emergency number. Another noise came from the darkness this time behind her; she turned, and faced nothingness. The blood in her veins began to freeze, the hair on the back of her neck stood. The receiver rang, once, and then twice. She lowered herself and slid beneath her desk, barley able to think she just sat in the corner, waiting. A voice answered at the other end of the receiver, a woman with a half trembling voice said in unbelievable calm voice into Brittany’s ears to state her emergency. Brittany opened her mouth, and as she did her heart stopped. The blue glow of her monitor was now glowing off of a sleek black lipless white eyed head, looking a bit dinosaur-like except with no skin. Its muscles contained within a small suranwrap-like coat, three tendrils like horns slithered this way and that as if they had life of their own. Brittany stopped thinking, stopped moving and stopped breathing, her lips moved cheek pressed hard against the edge of her phone. Tears ran down her face, their salty taste of her terror entering her mouth. Her voice now, dry and shaking, said three quiet words into the receiver and she closed her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“God help us…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well there you have it all the goodness of Milk with the the strawberrys to boot. i hoped you liked it. i only mentioned the main charictars once in the prologue but just to wet your apetite ill give you a picture of one of the main charictars; Dominion Edwin Daemon.&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwIu7P2MpBI/Ra51D4Me7TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZfw4HYdlvo/s1600-h/kovenkren.dklassen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021079344049483058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwIu7P2MpBI/Ra51D4Me7TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZfw4HYdlvo/s320/kovenkren.dklassen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK so i posted this up on Deviantart so i reoment checking it out it look so friggen sweet. i even got it as a print if any one wants. i realize he looks like a gear dont bug me about that. everything you see on him has a function that ill list in my explaination doc. this one took me about two hours to draw in the span of two days. i used a normal pencil and a steadler .01 felt tipped pen. i colored the sucker in photoshop 7. this guy is supposed to be a representaion of me. i based the look on a number of things viktor krum from Harry Potter. the GOW suits and a bit of Halo too. all in all it lookes pretty damn good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats all for now folks plz feel free to comment. it makes my days a little bit brighter. Oh and i love you all. Peace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21775156-318591110512494366?l=violentkaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/318591110512494366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21775156&amp;postID=318591110512494366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/318591110512494366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/318591110512494366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/2007/01/work-work-and-more-work-plus-peview-of.html' title='Work Work and More Work plus a peview of my new story Systems of War.'/><author><name>violent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615673924227966742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_VwIu7P2MpBI/Ra51D4Me7TI/AAAAAAAAAAM/XZfw4HYdlvo/s72-c/kovenkren.dklassen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21775156.post-115773986770772843</id><published>2006-09-08T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T13:24:09.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*roar*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7104/2205/1600/Luna_by_violentkaos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7104/2205/320/Luna_by_violentkaos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi, these post are really infrequent... im thinking i should change that. anyways im here once again. back without demand. sort of like the ren and stimpy show. not that anythings wrong with those two, i used to watch them all the time i even have the entire ren and stimpy marathon that was on mtv taped so i cound watch them when ever i wanted. they're cool. nah, im just saying i have no real fans, so what i need those few of you who have actually read this... 'blog' is to... not advertise it but simply recommend it, try not to sound cheesy either like im doing now...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways besides all that crap im pretty much here to tell you about me and the world around me. (me mostly im superfical that way. ^_^) so enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first weekend of school...&lt;br /&gt;it was brilliant, i was so relieved that the week was over even though two minutes before i was hoping there would be school that saturday. unlike the enitre population of victoria composite i was one of the few glad to be back. i love the feeling of being busy, i think i accidentaly created a new philosophy for myself "why do nothing when there is so much somthing to do" i mean im able to draw, play games with some bros, go get a job to earn a little cash for more games and art supplies, im not disabled so there is no reason for me not to do anything, i love school because i makes it feel as though the day is never wasted, like if i hav'nt actually acomplished anything at least i learned something...&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, so this friday all i think i did was game out on halo with my bros. and let me just say... We powned (pawned/owned) and we kept powning until three thirtyin the morn, i think my little bro was their too. oh and by the way my bros i referred to are as follows: Kyle, and Jeremy (my little bro) Alex, and Brett(my little little bro). it was wicked because alex took ten X-lax's and we think he shit himself, because when we got up the next morn and he was gone. lol. anyways the next day jeol came over and we ditched everyone to go visit his crush ashley (i've know joel since junior high, although we have had our rivalries we're still bros) (ashley is a WHOLE 'nother story) we got to the theater were we were to meet her and it turns out she was bringing michaela (a crush i had) but then they ditched us because we too cheap to spring for movie tikets for ourselves. so me and my broski joel decided to take a walk. anyways fastforwarding through the laughs and idiocy. we finally made it back to my place were everyone was were we left them. jeol left two mintues later upset about how the girls wouldnt bother to hang out with us.&lt;br /&gt;i was just sitting down to a game of halo when the grils decided to ring my bell...(my DOOR-bell ya perv) so for about an hour they talked at me about anime stuff lesbians, homos and other stuff like how their hair looked like mens hair or like girls from some manga show. i say talked at me because i seriously had no clue what they were going on about. to tell the truth i aiont got the time or money to endulge in the world of japanese art. i take after my dad like that, he thinks manga or anime is not Serious form of art. people who draw them dont put as much effort into their storys or drawings as the people of the Americas. meh. so about halfway through i think i decided they were bored of talking &lt;em&gt;at &lt;/em&gt;me, so i ended the meeting by walking back inside without so much as a goodbye. i think it was kind of rude of me do that but then agaion i was kinda peeved, i was getting tired of standing there knowing nothing about what the two were talking about, not to mention i still have a bit of a crush on michaela. its just that i dont want to put pressure on her and i want the pressure off but when she comes around looking so damned beutiful with eyes sparklin an all that jazz you might as well be waving a cigarette in a addict face. its not her fault though its mine...&lt;br /&gt;any ways so that was pretty much it. except for the posting i ussually do with review and all, so...um to get this over with ill just let you read on............&lt;br /&gt;by the way if your wondering what i did all summer, the  paragraph about me gaming with my bro exlains it perfectly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok so if youll look at the top or at this link &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27882752/"&gt;http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/27882752/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; you will see luna. luna ios my pride and joy of last year. perfectly drawn and perfectly colored. she was originaly inspired by a girl from school who i thought to be individual. and then after her she was ispired by a couple of different movies books and shows. (can geuss which ones?) my favorite parts of this peice is the lighting and her skirt which is totally the best blue in the world.. anyways if you will please, review this peice or this blog, i worked hard on each and have a good week ^_^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(jeesus thats a crappy endcap)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21775156-115773986770772843?l=violentkaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/115773986770772843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21775156&amp;postID=115773986770772843&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/115773986770772843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/115773986770772843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/2006/09/roar.html' title='*roar*'/><author><name>violent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615673924227966742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21775156.post-114184360918326479</id><published>2006-03-08T12:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:26:37.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My incredible talents and lives.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7104/2205/1600/voldemort.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" height="400" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7104/2205/400/voldemort.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This here is a two part series.&lt;br /&gt;The first about this here pic.a.ture.&lt;br /&gt;The second, my rant from hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part one: I am a Harry Potter fan, this here is voldemort. click to zoom in. i love the way this turned out. everything is colored perfectly. hes not looking at anything in particular its just the way i drew him as if wondering what its all about. No back ground was really just perfect so i just made it like that. i drew him because i felt in a way im just like the great "he-who-must-not-be-named". i mean i want everything and i am actualy right down to it greedy. hell if i had no family and wuz a bleedin wizard i probably end up just like this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;part two: Alright then this is the part were i rant, so here we go..: (seriously you dont need to read this it just there cuz i promised to put it there)&lt;br /&gt;‘Elo me name is derek I'm a 16 year old Canadian male whose has a serious overemotion problem. The last girl friend I had was last summer and that only last two days because I didn’t find her attractive. The thing about women who date me is they either become to attached and I end up not liking them in the long run or we never talk. The only real relationships that are good for me are the ones I choose to have. I really bleeding hate it when a woman asks me out and I don’t like her. I am shallow that way. Now in one case it was ok because it was only an internet gf situation and she was someone I could talk to when no one else would listen. I love her for that and yet love for me is a really weak word. Right now in my life I feel abandoned by my friends and feel really pathetic when I have to resort to taking the love of a girl in another country. I am totally old fashioned that way. I loved wut we had, it’s just...I needed a 'human' 'touch'....&lt;br /&gt;My life is as pathetic as it comes i’m a boy with no woman no future no friends no life and no bleeding idea on how to write me story.&lt;br /&gt;Everday if wake up hoping that the day is going to be better than the last and finally ill get my girl. But deep down i know it will never happen. I’m just some nobody! whose only three pleasures are his games, his ever active imagination which portrays love as such a unimpossible thing top come by and five minutes on a bus with a woman who i have become too bleeding attached to. I hate myself because I find I’m as bad looking as they come. I hate myself for the way I take the shit people throw at me because I’m afraid ill kill the only chance at a future I still have, I hate my work ethic, I hate my backstabbing friends, i hate the disapointment i see in my fathers eyes everytime he passes me by and most of all I hate the choice I make on everything I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bugger it, i try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dklassen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21775156-114184360918326479?l=violentkaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/114184360918326479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21775156&amp;postID=114184360918326479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/114184360918326479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/114184360918326479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-incredible-talents-and-lives.html' title='My incredible talents and lives.'/><author><name>violent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615673924227966742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21775156.post-114116386081597562</id><published>2006-02-28T15:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T12:26:55.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the blog with no feeling *wink wink* (hell i didnt even know what it meant till a LOT later).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7104/2205/1600/darkvampire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7104/2205/400/darkvampire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tuesday. day two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dark vampyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first official non intro post and to celebrate i give you one of my peices i did a little While ago. tHis is the dark vampyre just secOnDs after a sucessful. here depicticedhalf invisible and his clOak deactIvates. possibly the most dangerous being in the universe is a fuLly equiped vampyre hunter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this peice is actually able tO fully blend i with multiple backgrounds when given a chance, so no matter what ever enViromEnt the specail effect of decloaking REmains the same. the metal effect of the gauntlets are poorly done inspite of my BEst efforts. perhaps on the next one i will get it right. as for the aCtual artwork it self i think this is an aCe drAwing for only ten mintues of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the initial intention of this drawing was to display the cloaking ability of the vampyre race, and that as you can see turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till next time...&lt;br /&gt;DKLASSEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21775156-114116386081597562?l=violentkaos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/feeds/114116386081597562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21775156&amp;postID=114116386081597562&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/114116386081597562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21775156/posts/default/114116386081597562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://violentkaos.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-with-no-feeling-wink-wink-hell-i.html' title='the blog with no feeling *wink wink* (hell i didnt even know what it meant till a LOT later).'/><author><name>violent</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04615673924227966742</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
