Adam

Although this entry doesn't fit the theme of the contest very well, as others have stated, you don't have too much to adjust. Since PTV II takes place after the violence of the original, this could very well be the underwater remains of the pirates and soldiers that kicked the bucket. I suggest removing the land animals and replacing them with sea creatures (fish, sharks, crabs, starfish, jellyfish, etc... the list goes on and on), perhaps supporting a fish on one of the gold swords or a jellyfish atop the flag. Some of the parts used are random, like the black headlight brick in the bottom left of the first photo. And since Dead Island is comprised skeletons and a few birds, it is unlikely that there would be even dried up blood. There is also a general level of craziness in your MOC: a lot of skeletons, many different colors, and accessories scattered all over the place. My advice is to keep the skeletons, replace the weaponry with tricorners, cutlasses, muskets, etc..., and have one solid color consistent throughout. Some plant life and algae wouldn't go amiss, either. Keep in mind that there are quite a few must-keeps on Dead Island, including the tied up swords and unique skeleton positions. And with that, you've done a great job so far!

"How was that?" Adam asked the figure in the shadows. Only a select few knew the identity of this man - and Adam wasn't one of them. He kept his distance. The person's voice was distorted through some device, to make it harder to discover his identity. "Planting that device and the note in the man's pocket was clever. But do not dare take credit for the fake core. You know perfectly well that it was our idea." Adam rolled his eyes. "Sure, yeah, I just did all of the work. Now when am I getting that charge? The human part of me is getting stronger." After a long pause, the other man spoke. "In time. Patience is a virtue." Adam almost rolled his eyes again, but stopped himself. "Alright, alright! Just tell me what to do next." Elsewhere, an alien scientist paced around a table. Seated atop it was a metal thermos. He turned to his page and asked for the time. "Is it sundown on Earth already? I hope those humans are heading in the right direction... Otherwise, the plan is ruined." The page, Assistant #210, took his cue. "Don't worry, sir, everything will be fine."

It appears the old saying is true. "Get your butt kicked once, and you'll learn to kick butt better." Way to go, RED!

Roses are red, Violets are blue, But who cares about those colors, 'Cause GREEN is the winning team!

Wow, you've certainly kicked off the tournament spectacularly! Your intricate dock is especially pleasing to the eye. Paul has made some excellent points, and I can't find much more to suggest. However, here's my two cents worth: 1) I agree that the little fort should be made a focal point. However, since the theme of the contest is as peaceful as Pirates can get, I think the lookout structure should be turned into a comely little cabin. 2) My next suggestion ties in with the first: add a few wenches and animals. Perhaps a young girl feeding the sheep or a bustling lady hanging up clothing from a wire. 3) Although it's very well placed, having a huge sign saying "KEEP OUT" doesn't seem too welcoming () so I'd tone down the "no trespassing" angle and play up the "relaxation" side of things. 4) You have some great rock landscaping there, but the random white/black/bley mix under the majority of the island somewhat deters from the overall appearance. 5) In my opinion, you can lose the old grey in the rock formations - it makes it a bit too crazy. 6) Paul is right about the foliage; it's a tad flat. I would throw some smaller green plates on around the ledges to make it smoother. This is a great kickoff to the competition, and with a little modification, it'll be quite the contender!

This should prove interesting... You can count me in! Yes, I'm pretty sure you can.

Every story needs a bad guy. And I'm it! I have noticed four things wrong with Apocalypse: 1) Too much "OMG, big monster thing!" and too little story 2) No real villain 3) A whole lot of, Melody and Zach were blasted apart from everyone else. "Melody," Zach said, "You're bleeding." Melody felt her chin. "Oh. Yeah. You're right!" They kissed, and viewers worldwide cheered! 4) A complete lack of visual, violent, unnecessary and gratuitous gore. In light of this, I have stepped up to the challenge! The sun had just begun to make its appearance when the group reached the nearest city, City 64. The place was in shambles: buildings were rubble, skeletons littered the streets, and vegetation has sprung up all over the place. The closest building was a crumbling grocery store. It had lots of space, a few provisions, and a couple floors, so they decided to use it as a temporary bunker. Sam couldn't shake the feeling that something was amiss. "This place... it just isn't right." The rest of the group turned to him. "Why is that?" Eskallon asked. "It seems like a great spot to set up camp." Mark shook his head. "I'm with Sarge on this one. We approach a war-ravaged town and happen upon a cozy building with food, water, and supplies - and it's the nearest structure, to boot! Let's face it: it's foolish to think we'd have such luck." "That's some good thinking." They all whipped around. Standing in a dark, far off corner of the room was a long haired man with chiseled features. Something about him - no one could quite place it - had them rooted to the spot, hanging on his every whisper. "One, two, three, four... thirteen! But aren't there supposed to be fourteen?" he asked. Each one of them knew that Adam was missing, and apparently, so did this character. Jack was the first to speak. "Who are you? Are you a survivor?" he added, although something in him told him he wasn't on their side. "I guess you could say so. I certainly survived your lack of action and a, ah, tune up, so to speak. Imagine how pleased I must have been when you all came looking for me!" Zach took a step forward. "Adam?! That can't be you." "It certainly can!" He stepped forward into the light. Although his face was heavily scarred and his hair was a light brown, he was easily recognizable. Adam raised his hand and scratched at his head. "Take it from me, guys, getting a face lift is really itchy." And then, as he dug his fingers below his hairline, he lifted the top of his head off. Even the least squeamish of the crowd cringed. "I remember being unable to appreciate anything before modification," Adam continued. "The end of the world is such a big event, and I had a front row seat. Yet for some reason, I trekked along with you idiots, trying to shoot up robots or something. A lot of people worked hard on those things, did you know?" He paused for a moment. "So I was controlled, against my will, by a lunatic - a genius, yes, but crazy - who started to fix me up. But the foolish man made me too good, too smart. After a quick lobotomy, I had his brain and was ready to roll." Adam popped the top of his skull back on, and Melody cried, "You sawed his head off?! That's inhuman!" Their former friend sighed. "Yes, but that's one of the perks of not being human. I'd give you all the same treatment, but it's the funniest thing: I found this particle gun lying by the fridge, and thought to myself, 'oh, go on, have a good time!'" Jammie, I think that if you made a few posts, the others would follow.

Is he part robot, human, AND alien? Patience is a virtue, my friend.

I love how no one has noticed that Adam is missing. The one part of Adam that was remotely living awoke. He felt... he felt as if he were empty, missing something. It's rather ironic that this was exactly the case. Adam sat up - then quickly sat back down and whipped his head to either side. On one side were tanks, and in each tank was a vital organ - a liver, a lung, a - a something which must have been alien. On the other side was a machine mounted on rails, with with eighteen fully flexible hands extending from it. Each was armed with a tool of some sort. After a few moments, Adam sat back up again and looked at himself. His entire stomach had been ripped open, and only a few human organs remained. The rest of him was made up of circuits and alien DNA. He was a walking skeleton. "I see that you are awake. This is good, yes, yes..." Adam turned towards the speaker and was surprised to see an old human male wandering about the room. "You must sit back down, yes, you are not finished..." As he said these words, the machine dropped two tools and used the free hands to hold Adam down. Adam wasn't just going to lie back and take this easily. "Who are you? And why are you doing - whatever you're doing?!" The old man raised his eyes. "No time to explain, no time to explain..." The arms began moving rapidly. Adam was in intense pain, and although his screams filled the room, he caught certain phrases from the scientist. "Yes, yes, we must work..." "The leg bone connects to the... to the... to the main processing cord, yes, yes..." "Must... modify, must improve..." "Pse-pse-pseudoscience, yes, yes, that's it..." Adam used all of his will to yell at the old scientist, "Pseudoscience? You cannot be serious! You're, what, trying to make me teleport? Trying to stop me from aging? God! I'm getting dissected by some guy that watched too much Fringe! "What's that?" The man looked up. "Oh, yes, yes..." And that was when Adam felt the super-strength kicking in. He grabbed and snapped each arm in a split second, hoisted the machine off of him, and crashed out of the room. Yes, funny ones, Adam is clothed.

I'm sure all of you are eager send your thoughts and ideas to Captain Zuloo. However, I must ask that you please refrain from doing so until further development (what I mean by this will be revealed soon). Otherwise, many of these ideas would go to waste, and we don't want to ruin the anticipation factor.

Once again, my friend, fantastic work! Did you enjoy this? Could this be, perhaps, a teaser of more to come? Stay tuned, and provide your feedback! (More on this might develop in the near future *hint* *hint*)

Well, I guess it was interesting while it lasted... I'm sorry you think I was. I don't think black women act like brats, and I certainly hope you don't either.

Ah. So you are one of the "idiots" previously described. Congratulations!

Ah, the ultimate betrayal. I guess I can do naught but accept my fate. To those, like the intelligent chef, who believe that my death shall better the search for these Dragons, I thank you for letting me die with dignity. And to you that wish to kill me because my voice irritates your ears? I pity you. You are idiots.

It seems that stupidity claims you all. Voting for me, as I said before, accomplishes nothing other than potentially giving the Dragons the majority.

Will you do me a favor and desist in your pointless mutterings, m'lord? What does voting for me do other than silencing an advocate of women's rights? You have no reasonable evidence to back up your vote. And no, "being annoying" has nothing to do with being a Dragon.

You wish to vote for me because I believe in women's rights? It only shows how disgusting you are. These petty accusations are getting us nowhere. We have no evidence to back up any vote.

You bring up a good point, noble lady! I shall rush to the kitchen and prepare you some tea. Biscuts, perhaps? For servents, and some knights, all that a shift in power means to them is a different boss - but the same duties and low pay. At the moment, and I'm not just saying this because I'm a maid, I think we should inspect the noblemen first, who take up the majority of the occupants.

Yes, dimwit, for once you're right. Nothing that has happened throughout this entire day will help us find the Dragons! Pop Tarts line the kitchen walls, like the faceless enemies that set that wing ablaze, and all we do is stand and hate one another. We have nothing to go on today! Unless some information suddenly reveals itself, it is pointless to make a vote, even if not doing so will result in sudden death.

Mean? I am saving your life. If there is one friend you have, that you have ever had, it is me. *Oscar Moment* Go off, Agnes, be with Peter. If you must learn the hard way, then I'm not one to stop you. Butt never, ever, tell me I am not your friend. Because if you're not my friend, I'm still yours; whether you like it or not, I will always be your friend.

Men don't have female friends, they have wives and they have mistresses.

And now, with that over with, it's time for International Talk Like a Pirate Day! Everyone, drop what you're doing and run on over to LEGO.com! Oh, but don't look for it there next year. Pirates are overrated. LEGO is doing the smart thing, discontinuing them by summer 2010, and keeping the same old sets on the shelves for another year! I mean, who really wants the Pirates theme? Perhaps a poultry 99.999% of LEGO fans? I mean, who needs the line? LEGO has much bigger and better things planned for us, things that come in lime green and hot pink! You know what would be really smart? Discontinuing the City theme! No one buys those! We should change this forum to "Power Miners" and the Town forum to "Belville." Sarcasm is oh so sweet when it will do nothing at all. Why have LEGO Ambassadors if LEGO won't listen to them? Bye bye, Miss Piratical Pie.

He cares for you, does he? Well that's what I thought Geoff did. And Frederic. And Diego. And Charles. And Frank. And Joseph. He doesn't love you; you're young and you're a fool. You'll get a few nights out of him, then he'll move on, like all the rest of them. No one else treats you well at all. To those men you're a slave, a commoner. I am your only friend in this entire castle, and don't you forget it!

Alright, I guess it's time I come out with it. I had you all fooled for a time. At least, I had you fooled until I decided to tell you the truth, which is kind of stupid of me. I am the seventh daughter of a seventh daughter, which means I'm one gene short of the big time! Do you know how futile this is? Being a seventh daughter means nothing! You greasy, slimy, handso- I mean, disgusting men don't even hold the door open for us women! Common maids are treated like filth, and women of noble birth are only considered as mates. Women's rights, my fellow castle citizens! Equality, ye of noble birth! Some day, we shall rule the world, my female friends! Yet in the meantime, all we are to those dogs are little tramps to make love to, and after one night we'll be pushed aside for the next girl in the line. I refuse to be shoved around like a simple mule. I demand dignity, and respect! But since I'm not getting either of those any time soon, would anyone like some tea? *sweet face*

I totally don't think killing someone because of the grammar is very smart... *curtsies* Like, never! *giggle*