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    Posted by bkrock - May 8th, 2010


    I might be returning to Fruity Loops with a fresh start. Might be coming out with a few small musical endeavors soon.


    Posted by bkrock - December 8th, 2009


    A world... saved by a Bat. Left for dead and forgotten, our hero must battle across multiple worlds in order to save his own.

    Interested in programming? Let me know.


    Posted by bkrock - October 15th, 2009


    Serious business fellas, we're in need of an experienced programmer who's willing to handle all the fame this game will bring. And not just a programmer, we need a solid team to take make this happen.

    If you're interested, let me know.


    Posted by bkrock - September 14th, 2009


    Looking for a programmer and artist for what will be the biggest game Newgrounds has seen. We're looking for people who know their shit, only the best.


    Posted by bkrock - April 20th, 2009


    This is a poem I wrote for the storybook project. I hope that it's sufficient to what is needed and I think it'd be absolutely wonderful to see this happen.

    "Ripe"

    It was a long ways ago
    Not too far off if I recall
    That a young boy named Jimmy
    Began his fall

    From the skies, no
    But Grace, my dear friend
    Where innocence was privy
    Sins soon began to blend

    It started one night
    Jimmy asleep in his room
    A rustling in the trash
    What was it? A racoon?

    Dressed for a fight
    Armed with his bat
    He left the room with a dash
    Sound: a soft pitter pat

    The stairs they creaked
    As he made his decent
    If only Jimmy had known
    His choice he'd have repent

    The trash, it reeked
    Then a noise, from his left
    A monster full grown!
    His heart caught in his chest

    His palms grew with sweat
    The monster flashed a grin
    His gripped turned to steal
    And it lunged at him!

    No, now he never can forget
    Eyes in terror as he missed
    How his soul became a meal
    And his pants became pissed

    The beast dined for hours
    Jimmy writhing in fear
    His heart grew black
    As the daylight appeared

    Now with the best of his powers
    His malicious gaze
    All his friends he would attack
    For the next couple days

    I knew he'd disappear
    Word is he wandered of alone
    Now he prowls the night
    With his heart to stone

    If you should hear
    A rustling, a moan
    Beware that some bites
    Cut deeper than the bone


    Posted by bkrock - July 31st, 2008


    I hope to one day actually make something that doesn't suck. But due to lack of knowledge with the program I am using, that might take awhile. The two music things I have up at the moment can be called utter shit.

    Hopefully one day I'll be able to say otherwise.