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THIS BE NOT THE ORIGINAL! THIS BE A *CLUB* ENTRY...PLEASE FAVE THE ORIGINAL!!!

Original: www.deviantart.com/view/345597…

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"Dib stumbled out from the door, coughing and wheezing. He took a few steps forward before turning his eyes, red rimmed with smoke and exhaustion towards his burning house.
"Dad! Gaz!"
With a burst of adrenaline, he sped back towards his house only to be thrown back onto the unforgiving tarmac. A large explosion wracked the building, causing the windows of the top floor to shatter spectacularly. Dib automatically shielded himself from the shards that rained down onto him - still a few managed to shred through the thin material of his pajamas and into his skin. He curled tighter into himself, not being able to bear his anguish, the horrible crackling noises and the screaming, oh god, the cacophony of screaming around him. And yet a clear voice roused him enough to lift his head.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Dib wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand and looked around. He had not realised how all the houses on his street were on fire, flames licking hungrily up the walls to reach the night sky. And in the midst of all that, was a familiar shadow facing the backdrop of a burning city.
"...Zim?"
The shadow pivoted to half face him. “Yes, Dib-human.”
The undisguised alien was hoisted off the ground by his mechanised spider legs. Thin arms hung limply on his suited-up frame but the incredibly malicious grin that he wore explained everything.
Dib's eyes widened as he barely stood up. "It was you? All this... your fault?"
Of course he refused to believe it. He'd never expect Zim to actually accomplish in destroying anything. He'd always count that he himself would be there to stop him and save the world.
Shadows danced animatedly on the large orbs that served as Irken eyes and if possible the grin grew even wider.
"Answer me! It was you, wasn't it?! How could you!"
Pain tore through the boy's already trembling body. Tears streaked heedlessly down his soot-stained cheeks. But sheer unpleasantness of his shock had rooted his bare feet to the spot.
Finally, Zim spoke.
"It was so simple in the end. I didn’t even have to devise some amazing feat of technology. All I had to do was go downtown and shoot up the place.” A well-placed pause. “Y’know, I'm almost disappointed that your pathetic stinky species didn't put up much of a fight. They just stood there like... a moose in a headlight and did nothing but panic and run around. It was amusing to watch while I rained doom over and over in your doomed city."
The Irken Invader laughed loudly, cruelly and continued. "And to compliment my absolute incredible genius plan, I used your people's security locks against them. I overrided the manual locks and no one can get out. I was counting on YOU getting out however so I left your house untouched. Can you hear them, Dib-beast? Your precious hi-oo-mans calling for help? I don’t think they have enough intelligence in their inferior brain-meats to try another way out other than the door."
Zim always did like to talk. And he was manically laughing again, his grating voice filled to the brim with glee and utter smugness.
All Dib could do was yell out "ZIM!" and charge at him. But he was blind with fury and met the tarmac for a second time - courtesy of one of Zim's spider legs casually flicking him away like an annoying fly.
"I've played this game long enough. I'm bored with it. Soon the Armada will be here, your dirt-ball of a planet will be completely conquered and I shall be congratulated for finally putting this charade of a mission to a rest."
Dib hardly noticed that Zim had been holding a weapon the entire time. Before he could react, the laser-gun was pointing straight at him and Zim was sneering, an empty twist of that slash of a mouth that held no mirth.
"Game over, Dib. Goodbye."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shit that was a long extract. Excuse the crappiness of it, I whipped it up on notepad in 10 minutes. Remember those old adventure books? "If you choose so and so, turn to page 39." Well from here, you have the following three options.

1) Zim blasts Dib into oblivion.
2) Dib manages to miraculously escape the blast and an epic battle ensues.
3) Zim sets the gun to stun at the last minute, renders Dib unconscious, takes him back to his space ship and then turns him into his own personal sex slave (my favourite option kekeke)

Man! I can't get enough of Zim! Unfortunately, I keep drawing him taller ... and I can never decide on what shape I should do his head. Anyone else have that problem? *sighs*
The lineart of the background is not mine (cause I'm so bloody lazy... But I'm going to have nightmares about those stupid fires *makes a face*). I got it off the Room with a Moose website and the original can be viewed here i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187…

Done with Photoshop CS2, tablet.
Invader Zim and Characters do not belong to me, but to Jhonen Vasquez and *blargh* Nickelodeon."

None of them belong to us.

Description
THIS BE NOT THE ORIGINAL! THIS BE A *CLUB* ENTRY...PLEASE FAVE THE ORIGINAL!!!

Original: www.deviantart.com/view/345597…

Done by

"Dib stumbled out from the door, coughing and wheezing. He took a few steps forward before turning his eyes, red rimmed with smoke and exhaustion towards his burning house.
"Dad! Gaz!"
With a burst of adrenaline, he sped back towards his house only to be thrown back onto the unforgiving tarmac. A large explosion wracked the building, causing the windows of the top floor to shatter spectacularly. Dib automatically shielded himself from the shards that rained down onto him - still a few managed to shred through the thin material of his pajamas and into his skin. He curled tighter into himself, not being able to bear his anguish, the horrible crackling noises and the screaming, oh god, the cacophony of screaming around him. And yet a clear voice roused him enough to lift his head.
"Beautiful isn't it?"
Dib wiped his face roughly with the back of his hand and looked around. He had not realised how all the houses on his street were on fire, flames licking hungrily up the walls to reach the night sky. And in the midst of all that, was a familiar shadow facing the backdrop of a burning city.
"...Zim?"
The shadow pivoted to half face him. “Yes, Dib-human.”
The undisguised alien was hoisted off the ground by his mechanised spider legs. Thin arms hung limply on his suited-up frame but the incredibly malicious grin that he wore explained everything.
Dib's eyes widened as he barely stood up. "It was you? All this... your fault?"
Of course he refused to believe it. He'd never expect Zim to actually accomplish in destroying anything. He'd always count that he himself would be there to stop him and save the world.
Shadows danced animatedly on the large orbs that served as Irken eyes and if possible the grin grew even wider.
"Answer me! It was you, wasn't it?! How could you!"
Pain tore through the boy's already trembling body. Tears streaked heedlessly down his soot-stained cheeks. But sheer unpleasantness of his shock had rooted his bare feet to the spot.
Finally, Zim spoke.
"It was so simple in the end. I didn’t even have to devise some amazing feat of technology. All I had to do was go downtown and shoot up the place.” A well-placed pause. “Y’know, I'm almost disappointed that your pathetic stinky species didn't put up much of a fight. They just stood there like... a moose in a headlight and did nothing but panic and run around. It was amusing to watch while I rained doom over and over in your doomed city."
The Irken Invader laughed loudly, cruelly and continued. "And to compliment my absolute incredible genius plan, I used your people's security locks against them. I overrided the manual locks and no one can get out. I was counting on YOU getting out however so I left your house untouched. Can you hear them, Dib-beast? Your precious hi-oo-mans calling for help? I don’t think they have enough intelligence in their inferior brain-meats to try another way out other than the door."
Zim always did like to talk. And he was manically laughing again, his grating voice filled to the brim with glee and utter smugness.
All Dib could do was yell out "ZIM!" and charge at him. But he was blind with fury and met the tarmac for a second time - courtesy of one of Zim's spider legs casually flicking him away like an annoying fly.
"I've played this game long enough. I'm bored with it. Soon the Armada will be here, your dirt-ball of a planet will be completely conquered and I shall be congratulated for finally putting this charade of a mission to a rest."
Dib hardly noticed that Zim had been holding a weapon the entire time. Before he could react, the laser-gun was pointing straight at him and Zim was sneering, an empty twist of that slash of a mouth that held no mirth.
"Game over, Dib. Goodbye."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Shit that was a long extract. Excuse the crappiness of it, I whipped it up on notepad in 10 minutes. Remember those old adventure books? "If you choose so and so, turn to page 39." Well from here, you have the following three options.

1) Zim blasts Dib into oblivion.
2) Dib manages to miraculously escape the blast and an epic battle ensues.
3) Zim sets the gun to stun at the last minute, renders Dib unconscious, takes him back to his space ship and then turns him into his own personal sex slave (my favourite option kekeke)

Man! I can't get enough of Zim! Unfortunately, I keep drawing him taller ... and I can never decide on what shape I should do his head. Anyone else have that problem? *sighs*
The lineart of the background is not mine (cause I'm so bloody lazy... But I'm going to have nightmares about those stupid fires *makes a face*). I got it off the Room with a Moose website and the original can be viewed here i5.photobucket.com/albums/y187…

Done with Photoshop CS2, tablet.
Invader Zim and Characters do not belong to me, but to Jhonen Vasquez and *blargh* Nickelodeon."

None of them belong to us.