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Some people here tell me they can't draw, so maybe these tips can help a little. :)

1) What Are toi Drawing?
What I like to do is chercher up a picture of whatever I want to draw, and try my best to copy it, but I usually add something different like changing flipper poses ou expressions. If I want to draw something that doesn't have a picture on Google ou wherever toi chercher pictures from ie: Private holding a fishing rod, I chercher for a pic of Private and draw his flipper like he's holding something then if I can't draw a fishing rod, just chercher for a pic of one. :)

2) Colours
I'm sure you've got markers ou pencil crayons somewhere, if not, well I'm not asking toi to, but if toi really want to make great drawings, go out and get some colours, to me, a picture always needs colour to be complete.

3) Pencil
I'm sure at least some of toi have heard that toi should always start par using pencil first. Growing up, I learned that the hard way.

4) Eraser
Use a good eraser if toi make a mistake, eraser marks look ugly right?

5) Don't Hate
I personally think some of my drawings are not as good as others, but I post them all, and each one gets usually about the same likes and some people really like the ones I don't think were the best. So toi never know, just be proud of all your drawings!

I hope this helped toi guys, and sorry if toi heard some of these tips before, to me, some of them are very common, like tip 3 and 4, maybe 2.
~Numer1SkippFan~
Day 7

“Guys, we have a serious problem.” Kowalski reported. He, Eve, and Private were in the hut early the suivant morning.

“What’s that then?” Private asked, a look of concern on his face.

“This guard named Manor is getting suspicious. I think he knows we’re up to something.”

“Well what do toi suggest we do?” Eve asked.

“This needs to go down soon.” Private instructed.

“Well, obviously, do toi have a plan?” Eve asked.

“Not quite. I just need a little plus time. Kowalski, do toi think toi could tap into the prison security?”

“Ha! With my eyes closed and half my brain...
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Private dashed into a hiding place, grasping the knife. The rocking chair was perfect! As he sat down, the door opened. Skipper shut it gently behind him. Anxiety portrayed on Skipper's face. Because he got closer, Skipper's footstep's got louder. Each thump made Private quiver.
Although it seemed Skipper was searching for something, his footseps stopped. Private poked his head out. He saw Skipper's back on his own bed. When Skipper reached for his nightstand, Private gasped. Instead of rummaging through the droor for his knife, he took a corded phone that was set on top. Private sighed in...
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"Beware of False Prophets Who Come Disguised as Harmless mouton, moutons But Are Really Vicious Wolves" - Matthew 7:15

Hey, peeps! Wazzup? To give toi as much as the spooky experience as I can, I have liens to themes from freaky movies.
Nightmare on Elm Street: link
Dead Silence: link
Halloween: link
There toi go, guys! Um just in case the liens just send toi to youtube, just type in the titles/title I wrote in the box and put in after it "main theme". If toi have any questions post them in the comments. I hope toi enjoy! ;) Boo!


Later that same day, Private laid in lit and listened to the rain pour onto...
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Day 3

Skipper paced back and forth in the narrow walkway. He’d look out the small window in the door, and he began humming to fill the silence. Hans started to get irritated. “What’s the matter with you? Are toi having a seizer?” He asked smart-allecky.

“No! It’s just killing me not knowing what’s going on!”

“So in other words you’re starting to go crazy?”

“In a way I guess.”

“Well don’t get your feathers in a twist we’ll be out of here par tomorrow afternoon.”

“Seems like years away.”

“What did Eve say to you?”

“All she was able to tell me is that my team...
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She was looking at herself in the mirror. She couldn't believe her eyes. She never thought that her life would come to this and, even if she had, she thought it would be just part of some dream ou imagination from her fairy tale loving younger self. papillons fluttered in her stomach from being excited and nervous.
"This will definitely be the best jour of your life, Monique," Marlene said, remembering her wedding jour with Skipper.
"What if things don't go well? Maybe he'll change his mind at the last minute, maybe something could go wrong," Monique stuttered, thinking about the relationship...
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posted by Skiparah
It took only a few secondes for me to process her words before I realized she'd let go of my foot. In less than two secondes I hit the freezing water. I couldn't see..I couldn't breathe. You'd think a manchot, pingouin would know how to swim. I hadn't really donné it much thought up 'till now. My cœur, coeur nearly stopped when I realized I couldn't swim..and the surface of the water above me was getting further and further away. I paddled my flippers wildly trying to get to the surface. No use. I didn't make much distance and I was running out of what little breath I'd had in the first place. My lungs screamed...
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posted by Kowalski1321
The reason why I'm écriture these again is because, the chapters were too far apart for anyone to read them and I'm now écriture them different than last time. And yes I know that that this is the same concept as high moltage but just to make it clear I publier my old ones before High Moltage was even annouced. I hope toi enjoy.

----Chapter 1 Introduction----

It was normal sunny Sunday morning at the Central Park zoo, and Kowalski had something important to do. Kowalski: " All right, everyone get out." Skipper: "Whoa! Hold on there. Before toi can kick people out of their own house's, you've got...
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Chapter 2: A Mistaken Chosen One

Once again, Private wrote down everything about the dream again. Who is this close person that will be mistakenly picked as the chosen one? he thought. He hid it under his oreiller and went to sleep again.

Later in the morning, Messenger Xai Lang arrived. "Mail for Skipper."he said. Xai Lang dropped the scroll and then flew away. Then, Skipper got it. He opened it and read to see a happy news.

Dear Skipper,

Congratulations! toi are chosen to be the chosen one according to your ascendants. toi will fight, die and save the world. Leave your city tomorrow. Once again,...
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posted by Skiparah
I eventually found out why they called the ship 'The Green Bucket'. After a few days I was as sick as a dog. What's worse I had to stay down in the ships' hold where no one on board could see me. After a few days spent in a rocking bateau I either got used to it ou just simply ran out of stuff to barf up. Either way, I felt a bit better after while. Then one unexpecting morning some wise crack came down into the hold to my level. Let me just say he wasn't standing up down there too much. Every time he'd wake up I'd claque, smack him into suivant tuesday. Finally I had to start hitting the other eye because...
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posted by Skiparah
I saw the sun flash off of the couteau and into my eyes. I clamped my eyes shut and waiting for my life to end. Nothing happened. I opened my eyes to find Hans staring at me with resentment in his eyes. "What's the matter Hans? You'd rather turn me in?" I scoffed. It's not like I wanted to get killed par this demented dane, but I was a bit confused at him. He sat up, "Skipper..I can't kill you..you're the only friend still alive." he admitted with a sob I knew was fake. I narrowed my eyes in paranoid suspicion.
"Hans, let me get this straight. toi set me up as though I had actually KILLED one of...
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The tallest and the smartest manchot, pingouin locked himself in his lab again. Not always is he the sharpest couteau in the drawer. He tried drilling the door but last time he did this, he was stupid enough to replace the door with one of the hardest material know to man.

“Dang it!” Kowalski a dit drilling the door. It didn't even make a dent in the door. “Why did I even use this material??”

“Alright time for another theory.” Kowalski picked up one of Rico's feu pistolets that he was making modifications to and adding plus tools to use. “Fire in the hole!” Kowalski yelled blasting the door....
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Skipper, the Rebelle fierce leader, a dit he would never cry. Obviously, he hadn't had this happen yet. On the ground infront of him was the craziest manchot, pingouin of them all Rico. His fallen comrad was to injured to be fixed.

"Rico!" Skipper a dit shaking the wounded penguin. "Don't toi dare die on me! Be strong!"

Rico's eyes looked like they were glued shut. They wouldn't open no matter what. Blood from where the lazer had hit him. "Rico please!"

"Well Peng-you-in." The phychotic Dr.Blowhole smirked, moving suivant to the very depressed penguin. "Looks like your team is one short. Once again I have become...
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posted by peacebaby7
    The penguins were now making their way through the streets of New York. Skipper was on point, signaling for his men to go when the time was right. So far so good. Not a soul has seen them yet…well…except for a rottweiler that an unfortunate dog-walker had to deal with as it barked for what seemed like forever.

    Skipper made another signal for the other three to pass. Kowalski constantly stumbled over his feet, considering he didn’t remember any of the training he’d had. But Private, being as concerned as expected from the young cadet, was...
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posted by legendary7
While the other penguins fished on the boat, Private sat on the dock, sticking his feet in the water. The manchot, pingouin felt the poisson dash under his legs. A gust of wind nearly blew him over, scattering his Peanutbutter Winkies out of their bag.
Something smooth bumped his legs. Squinting, he peered into the water. An unfamiliar face stared into his. It was deeply sadden and filled with despair. The eyes were unforgettably a milky white. She was an astonishing creature.
Private was stunned. The rest of the team noticed.
"Private, toi okay, over there?" Skipper called.
The shivering manchot, pingouin didn't and...
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posted by Skiparah
Not many guys think about what it would be like to be utterly bored. Some don't even know the feeling. I recall a few dull momments in my chickhood, but the boredom I was under was ridiculas. I'd undergone torture in the battle station, but I was sure that, that night in that cell had to be the worst torture yet. It's bad enough to have to sleep on the cold, wet floor with nothing to do, no one to talk to, and only the rats to keep toi company, but when the gaurd starts singing..sweet mother macarthur I think that's got to be well exceding agony. He wasn't a talented singer either. He was awful....
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posted by SuperRico
The Lemurs' conversation 

Julien: Maurice, I wanna smoothie so gimme!

Maurice: Coming right up. *starts blender*

Ten secondes later…

Julien: Maurice! Where is my smoothie! What part of gimme do toi not understand?! Gim ou Me!

Maurice: toi asked ten secondes ago. It takes up to two minutes to make a smoothie.

Julien: Then do it as quickly as toi can!

Maurice: *puts banane in the blender* Okay, your majesty.

Mort: Can I help?

Maurice: Just stay away from Julien's feet.

Mort: I'll try! *runs over and hugs the Julien's feet* Oops! 

Julien: Maurice! Get him off me!

Maurice: I thought toi wanted a smoothie....
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Finally the lights flashed on, and without having any contact with the door, Skipper and Private witnessed it slam open before their own eyes. "Come on," Skipper said. "No, no, I can't go in there! No!" Private whined like he was in a trance. Skipper grasped his flipper, and dragged him inside. Skipper kept his grip tight until he found Kowalski and Rico par the stairs. "Are toi both all right?!" Skipper asked startled. "Yes, but something happened in the basement." Kowalski a dit out of breath. "All right, Rico, take Private upstairs and keep an eye on him. Kowalski, you're coming with me."...
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posted by Skiparah
I remember that still moment when near father and son gazed into each other's eyes. Leeland's gray eyes were filled with so many emotions I could hardly understand; yet I had quite a few feelings milling around inside of me as well. Leeland seemed as though he could almost say, 'What the heck..' Then he really DID say it. His voice trailed off and his beak a dit something inaudible. I looked down at my blood-stained feathers. Then it hit me. This looked perfectly clear that I'd killed the general. I knew full well that I hadn't, but Leeland and his armed companions didn't know so. I didn't have...
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Still Skipper's View

"Yes!" the man cried. "I knew it! Time is frozen!"
I tell par tone on voice that the man was Kowalski.
"Hey, how did I get all the way up here?" the man (Kowalski) asked himself. 
He pulled up his new hand and looked at it. 
"Ahhh!! Fingers!" he screamed.
"Told ya it wasn't the Stopwatch," Johnson said, who had got out of a bunk.
"And that is why toi shouldn't disobey my orders," I joked. 
By now, we were all out of our hiding spaces. 
"Stop making all those weird noises, Skipper and Johnson," Kowalski said. "I can't understand a word toi two are saying!"
"Of course!" Ivy said....
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posted by Skiparah
I looked around the clearing. My eyes falling on a black and white form beside me. He was soaked in blood. I put a flipper on the penguin's chest. He was dead as doornail. I couldn't have been wrong. I'd kissed death before. I knew death when it was present in a body. And it was in this penguin's body. I shivered. Who had killed him? Then it hit me like a tidal wave. Where was Hans? Had he been shot too? I looked around. No one was there. I got to my feet and walked a distance. If Hans had been shot surely he wouldn't have gotton this far. Then another thought entered my mind. I froze. Was...
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