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BUMP! Now paying someone to put together the spritesheet and tilesheet from the classic Pokemon Red color game!

Happy birthday, man. Spend it well.

StormShellx? As in Rydinaphor or whatever? You better be, I was thinking of you the other day, mate. Add me on MSN [email protected], you will know who I am.

I'm down to a logo battle. I'm not the best, but I'm certainley looking for some fun way to improve my skills.

Multiplayer, I currently have someone on the project. I just need classic tiles and sprites now.

That'd be nice, compiling a set of tilesets is hard to, because I can arrange the sprites and tiles on a grid, but its hard getting it so that the sprites line up correctly with the tilesets and such.

@Yumi: > http://www.spriters-resource.com/gameboy/pokerb/sheet/8728 > > ^ there you go > > Im glad you found a decent programmer better than me ^^ good luck Yeah, that. I need someone to put it in the correct format, as I cannot find a way to, and have make the tileset work correctly. And thank you, :D.

It's only been a day, give it a few more, and I'm sure some one is bound to show up. I'd also suggest putting the maximum amount of money you'd be willing to pay for the best GUI that you deemed fit, may motivate some people.

I already have someone working on the project, I probably should have stated that. He's agreed to complete and tweak every system I'd like implemented for around $70 USD. I've seen some of his work, and hes very trustworthy. I got a good deal and I'm glad to be working with him. I will be making a W.I.P shortly after some progress. Though, I am paying someone to put together a tileset(s) and spritesheet from the orignal Pokemon color Red game, if anyone is interested. I just can't seem to get it right.

I've PM'ed you and added you on MSN, if you didn't get the request, my MSN is [email protected].

Pokemon Reborn is currently searching for map developers! Please apply using the following format via PM, you can also check out my W.I.P [here.](http://www.touchofdeathforums.com/smf2/index.php/topic,81569.msg873189.html#msg873189) Age: MSN/Skype(Must use one): Past Work(Screenshots/Examples): Why I should accept you over anyone else: Thanks, and good luck!

@Keebler: > So the brothers grimm but as a rpg? You would need to develop a very intricate storyline to link all the stories together. It is a interesting idea. There are many things along those lines these days two tv series actually propped up this year involving those fairy tales. Yeah I got the idea from the show "Once Upon A Time" as well. @LegendWeaver: > It's been done so many times. It's not really fun either. Unless you were to add a twist. I'm sure theres a way to make it fun, a twist is def. whats needed, but I think it can be real fun.

So I was thinking while I was bored out of my mind, and I came across a cool idea that would be fun to make into a game, although, it may already be taken. It'd be simple, it'd have quests, items, and all that, but it'd be centered around folk-lore and fairy tales (like Red Riding Hood). So you'd have items like the Gingerbread Cane, which would be a candy cane weapon formerly owned by the notorious Gingerbread Man, you could do hundreds of quests and items like this, and it'd be a decent idea. I thought up some names even, Dreamland, Tales of the Past, something around that. I don't have the time to run a game or start one from scratch, but what do you think of the idea?

Date Registered: September 07, 2011, 10:04:55 PM

Its pronounced GOO-E.

BlowingSmoke, anyone wanna play right now? I play the North American servers and I'm about level 3 now looking for some people to 5v5 bots :3

I could do it, but I'm not sure if it could be done extremely good. I can do a pretty good job, though. And I work free of charge :) I'd just like some sneak peaks of the game, really.

Voted :D I'll do it again tommorrow.

How I wish this was released

 Hello everyone, My name is Her0, I am 16 years of age as of October 10th, 1995, and I'm looking for a promising project. I have lots of time that I can dedicate to a game, about 4-5+ hours everday during the week and about 10ish+ hours on the week days. (No life :D). I can offer a bit, such as a GUI and other graphics, writing, which I find myself pretty good at as well, mapping, which I may be a bit rusty, and potentially programming, as I know a bit of python, QBASIC, that sort of thing, and have been around the VB enviorment before. (I'd need someone to teach me VB, hence, _potential_. **Examples of my work** I don't have too much, I do better on the spot, but here's some of my graphics work. >!      A small peice I wrote >! @Her0â„¢: >! > Been writing this "book" I call the The Resistance, merely an idea at this point. Tell me what you think of it so far, it's only about half the first chapter. > > >! Is it worth it? I played with the words over and over within my head, again and again. No penalty, no grief, no punishment; Not for myself, anyway. Just a small reward for my fake "bravery". On the outside, my smile was mischievous, on the inside, I cowered looking myself in the eyes. The small girl had long, blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, and a small blue dress with white floral that brushed against the floor. It sickened me when my colleagues laughed and young girl sat dead in her small, little room. It was worth it, I thought. > >! It was March, 3012, when I was "convicted" of murdering 7 year old, Marie May. I merely laughed in and at the government's efforts to take me to prison. They were only a small speck on the canvas of reality compared to what I was part of, the Resistance. By the year of 3000, the Earth's population reached over 300 billion people. Doctors of all different races and ethnic backgrounds discovered the impossible, cure the incurable. Cancer was merely a vaccine, AID's, a patch you wore for 7 days and it was completely flushed from your system, diseases were a joke. The Resistance wasn't. > >! The Resistance was a massive cult of dedicated murderers, cold-blooded, cold-hearted murderers. Among them was me. The Earth become immensely populated, quickly, and the Resistance rose up in power to slaughter the unneeded, Everyone but themselves, everyone but us. Slowly, but surely, the Resistance grew and grew, it eventually evolved from a small town gang to a global cause. > >! I once had a dream to become a lawyer as a small kid. I never had the smarts needed to get anywhere near law school. I always had the clever sense of trickery that most lawyers developed later within their careers. My ability to bend the truth and use any loops to my advantage was a strength I loved to use and always had. The Resistance's plan for me ruined any dream and further persistences I've ever had and ever will have. > >! March 11th, 3012, the night was as black as the hair on my head, which was slicked back and glistened with wet gel. Two small silver chains clinked against each other as I walked, a solid diamond stud sat in my left ear. I was 5'9 with a thick body and defined face. Thick, furry. eyebrows perched above my blue eyes. A plaid shirt and matching shorts covered my toned torso and heavy, thick, thighs and legs. Each step closer towards the small white house seemed to make a louder echo each step, until, eventually, the house sat in front of my face, the lawn was wet with morning dew, and a small pink and flowery toddler's tricycle sat overturned and forgotten within it. My colleague smashed the front porches window glass, and we all swarmed inside, all four of us. Sleeping on the black leather couch, with a beer in hand, probably about 40 or so, sat thoughtfully in a dreaming sleep. Richy, the man who had smashed the window glass, and took the initiative first to scramble inside, retrieved a long nosed revolver and held it to the mans temple, click, bang. And that was that. > >! Rummaging began upstairs, Henry, another colleague, dashed up the stairs, Ryan, Richie's brother, took Richy by the shoulder and followed Henry quickly up the stairs. After reality finally settled in, I followed. I reached the top of the stiars, and a sharp click, boom, and a loud thud, like someone hit the floor filled my ears. Click, boom, click, boom. I entered the room, blood splattered the floor and walls, it looked like the mother, 40 or so, like the man now dead downstairs, layed dead hanging off the edge of he bed. A son of about 16 or 17 layed annihilated on the floor in the hall, his skull in view, and a portion is his head painted the wall. There was only one room left, that of miss Marie May. > >! "Ahh, here we go." Ryan chuckled and dragged a small girl of about 7 with long blonde hair and a childish blue dress from her save haven. Henry snorted and chuckled as well, and hands me the revolver that took the life of a probably innocent father. "It's your turn, Jason." The group enclosed the small girl within a circle. "Whats your name, little girl?". I asked, buying time to possibly save the life of a helpless child. She trembled in fear as she spoke and stuttered often, finally, she came out with. "Marie May". Henry stared at me, irritated that the girl wasn't dead already. He gave the air a small nudge with his head. "Go on, hurry the hell up, initiation, right here boys. It's your life or her's, Jason." > >! I turned the revolved around in my hands, and pointed the revolver at her head, she began to spill tears and scream. Ryan kicked her in an effort to shut her up. "ducking KILL HER ALREADY!" Henry screamed. Marie continued to howl and ball her eyes out. I click the revolvers stock and suddenly, her crying stopped, but so did her life. > >! "Now that wasn't so damn hard, was it, wusbag?" Henry whispered harshly. "More where that came from!" Richy yelled, and laughed. The only words that came from his mouth all night. Perhaps this was a bad idea. > >! I woke up the next morning to an echoing gunshot, followed by excruciating screams of horrid pain. And in seconds, my alarm clock whales, telling me it's time to wake up, and suddenly, everything happened so fast and a knock at the door reminded me I was still in reality. Sluggishly, I dropped out of bed and quickly grabbed a shirt and sweatpants that all over the mess of a floor. > >! At the door sat a man of about 6'4 with dark blonde hair that covered his head and brushed his shoulders in a massive frill of curls. "Jason Murphy?" He asked with authority. I could tell he was pretty pissed off and I wasn't nearly awake enough to deal with him. "Whats it to you?" I shot back. "Who want's to know?" The man shot me dagger eyes of anger and irritation as he tried to negotiate with me. "The United States Government." he started, coughed, and continued, "Excuse me, The US government, that's who". It was then that I realized what was happening; Marie May. > >! "For what?" I started, as if I didn't already know. The man opened the door wider, and walked in, made himself at home, and looked around. "What stupid law did I break this time? What stupid place do you think your going to take me to?" The man laughed at the though of me over throwing him. He could obviously take me, and he knew it. > >! "Look, kid. Come with me, and we'll see." He reached across my body and grabbed my left arm. "I'm not here to play around. Let's go". I flashed over at the silver revolver that took the life of so many last night. Immediately, the man darted over to it, in an attempt to potentially save his life. My right hand flew across his face into his nose, and it splattered blood on the rug in forget-me-not stains. I dived to the revolver and held it to the man's temple. "I'm not playing around, either." I started, and then finished, "what are you here for?" I questioned, again, and, again. The man just kept sniffling and blowing blood from his nose. Finally, he rose, and spoke softly and quickly, "I work for the government, my name's Jim, Jim Brodwen. They have you and many others on street tape. Shortly after reviewing the tape, we saw that you and 3 others murdered Kristen May and her family, her husband, son, and daughter. I came to take you to a facility until we could properly prepare something more worthwhile". The man fully stood up now, and gave his nose a final blow. "It seems that there is a change of plans, so before that guns ends my life as well, I'm going to leave you be, for now". Jim briskly walked to the door, leaving no room for another death. > >! "Oh," he started "The Resitance, we know. We know what your a part of and who you are, what your for. It's a joke." This took me by surprise. He asked for it, and his blood painted my front door. That was one less government official I had to deal with, and one less bullet I'd have to shoot. **Contact** Skype: xbabyjesus95 MSN: [email protected] _Thank you, and I hope I will assist you in your game :)_

Looks good. I smoke pot myself, I really don't see why you guys are going crazy. I think you did really well with the colors chosen and crystal-like leaves. I'd smoke this, hahah.

Just noticed, that side also has no legs or feet basically when standing still.

Played with it myself, real nice tool, the particles are so interesting xD

They aren't too bad, but the side view's need to be changed. When the arms are down by their side, the lines are too dark and it looks gross.

Lol I always like your GUI's, I think they are sexy.