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The CJ is made by Aro0w, the map was created by me...

Presenting the first map as part of the team.... Milwaukee, by Aro0w

The following is how I would prefer something be sent to me. I don't how others want it sent to them, but you can always PM them and find out. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For MAPS: What I would suggest you do is draw a basic design of your map in a simple program (Paint is one that quickly comes to mind) or even picture of a transportation map from in game, with some minor labeling (obviously we don't know what you have your stations named) and the city's name or transportation networks name. The also say if you already have a logo for it in mind (if you want one) or if you want one made. Next, if there is a certain city's transit map (like how I based mind kinda off of the London Underground and Toronto) give us a link or picture of said transit map. And last, PM all that over. For example, my city is named Timbervale, however, the elevated/subway system is named MetroRail. Since I've based the map loosely on the actual ingame system, i took a in game picture of the rail system map and, with a little artistic creativity, went from there. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For LOGOS: Obviously, if you have a basic design you want followed, make a quick drawing of what you want. It would also help to know if its for a company, a city, a sports team, etc. Also, a name for the logo would REEEEEALY be appreciated. For example, Tricomm is a telecommunications company, so i wanted something that would be easily recognizable with a tech theme to it. However, I wanted to still keep the logo simple. The basic design was a globe with stars inside to a T-shape and three colors, blue purple and teal green. Last, I'm planning on using the logo in a TV promo for my CJ set in the semi-present, so I wanted something like what you can find in a current day TV commercial. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Obviously, I wouldn't want to just start from scratch on something just to be told it wasn't really what you were wanting in the first place. Just like in real life graphics design, communication is the key to getting exactly what you want out of the artist for the best effect. In return for designing something, and just like I've required everyone else I've done any sort of Photoshopping for, give me some credit for the design (Don't believe me, just ask about how cranky I get when its not there). I put a lot of creativity and thought into everything I do, and try to make it into a piece of art, and by doing so, take extreme pride in it. And lastly, don't complain when I haven't gotten it done immediately after you asked for it. I have a life ( a rather busy one I might add, what with school, working in a hosital, having a life outside the computer, etc) and other projects on my plate (see: Capathia Short Stories/Carpathia II (artwork) and Timbervale (author/artist)) and those projects are going to come first no matter what. But you would be surprised how asking nicely if I can rush something through will speed things along. Jacob

Heh.... never knew this existed. Personally, I don't need any help with either, but I might consider joining part time. If you want, here's a portfolio of some of my latest works... My latest transportation map (in severe need of some revamping...) ....And my latest logo design (Really liked how it turned out) Let me know if you'd like my help on this team! Jacob

You've got a very nice layout to the city, and some great concepts going on via Photoshop, but you've implemented the PSing the wrong way, and it's kinda coming out a bit too much. I'd suggest you take some time a read some tutorials on Photoshop, or even ask for some tips (I've got tons) cause with great SC4 work like this, I'd hate to see the PS take away from it. Keep up the amazingness you've got going so far! Jacob

 I don't normally say this, but.... OMG OMG OMG!!!! I really love the look you've got going so far. I agree with Zel, that bridge picture is.... just.... mind blowing amazing. I love the shadows and colors, and the overwhelming natural feel you have going. I'm definately going to be keeping an eye on this CJ. Jacob

What is Frederick, Maryland? I'll take Cities that Sound like Body parts for $600, Alex.

UPDATED!!!!!!! Click picture below to be redirected to the new CJ section!

Theme Song: Girl Anachronism- Dresden Dolls ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- From: Inspector Mochimoto Nagasaki, MPD, Tokyo, Japan RE: The Lipstick Killer- Possible Matches Attn: Dec. Nick Clayton Detective, it is my opinion that this suspect may be the one you are looking for. I’ve encountered her work before, and she is quite the piece of work. I’ve attached the case file Interpol has available on her. The information in the report is for office use only. Please do not make any copies of this file. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Internal Background File Summary Interpol Case: JAO/ASM-149-12A Suspect: Rin Kazuki DOB: 17 May 1988 Appearance: 164cm; 41kg; Blonde, Blue Rin Kazuki was born at Keio University Hospital in Tokyo, Japan on May 17, 1988. The half Japanese, half French only child of business tycoons first allegedly toyed with murder at the age of 8. It was at that age that she is suspected to have killed her babysitter in a case that to this day still baffles police. Described as one of the bloodiest murders seen, Kazuki was found covered in the older girl’s blood, playing a large butcher’s knife and smiling as police investigators questioned her about the incident. Some parts were found of the victims body thrown into the family’s kitchen food disposal, while many other body parts remained unfound, leaving the cause of death unknown. However, due to a large bribe and the promise of intense psychotherapy, she was not prosecuted. At 15, she discovered the world of fashion and modeling. It was at the 2005 Paris Fashion Show that she made her second killing using a Swiss army knife and her bare hands. Below is part of the transcript of the conversation she had with psychiatrists once being extradited and admitted to the Toshima Tokyo Metropolitan Hospital: Dr Kobayashi: Now beginning interview with patient 441879, Rin Kazuki. Patient has shown signs of psychotic breakdown and is being held for observation to determine frame of mind after assaulting and killing an acquaintance in Paris. Rin, my name is Doctor Kobayashi and I’ll be interviewing you today. To start off, can you tell us what happened on the night you attacked and murdered that girl? Kazuki: She stole something of mine and she needed to pay. Dr Kobayashi: Can you explain to us further? Kazuki: My precious Prada bag. She stole one of my Prada bags. So I stole her kidneys. What’s so bad about what I did? She deserved it. It’s not my fault she couldn’t stand a little blood loss. Dr Kobayashi: Don’t you think that was a little unnecessary? Kazuki: So I overreacted a little. Dr Kobayashi: You….. Overreacted? Kazuki: Well, I could have done worse to her. My first instinct was to slice her skin off and make her a new purse out of the remains, but I didn’t have the time for that. Dr Kobayashi: And….. Um….. Kazuki: But I wish I had done the purse idea, though. Oh well. Maybe I’ll make some new friends here to play with. After being in Toshima for 3 years, she murdered almost 15 doctors, nurses, and staff and mutilating a fellow male patient and escaped from the hospital’s psychiatric ward. Looking for a job to better hone her skills, Kazuki turned to the world of professional killing. By 22, she was ranked as one of the top female assassins in the world. Credited with the bloodiest murder of a political official, she developed a unique calling card of leaving chaos in her wake, and cutting pieces off of her victims and keeping them as tokens. Now 24, agencies believe she be in the city of Timbervale, Missouri. Make note that she tends to take “attractive” male victims similar to age, and has been known to torture them for her own amusement. She is also extremely capable with firearms, knifes, and explosives and should be considered armed and extremely dangerous at all times. -END REPORT- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Rubbing his eyes, Detective Nick Clayton moved his mouse cursor to the print button and listened as the small printer next to his screen churned away. Another late night at the office, he thought to himself, reaching for his coffee cup and taking a drink, only to find a couple of drops. “Great…. I’m out of my caffeine fix,” he muttered, peering at the bottom of the now empty cup before setting it back down. “And I bet nobody refilled the pot in the break room.” Turning away from the computer, Nick stood up and stretched he back and arms, yawning as he looked around. Yeah, with everyone here tonight, I bet whatever coffee there is probably burnt to a crisp. Might as well brew a new batch, he resigned, and slowly made his way to the break room, taking the newly printed report with him. Entering the room, the smell of burnt coffee hit his nostrils. Yup, just like I thought, burning coffee. I could drink instant but… yeah, might as well drink septic tank fluid… Snorting with disgust, he grimaced as he took the pot of mud-like coffee and tossed it in the small metal sink, and began his search of a clean coffee pot, finally finding one in the empty cupboard under the sink, annoyingly filled with small Splenda packets, tiny red straws, and for some unknown reason, salt. Refilling the coffee grinds and water, he started the pot, and taking a seat at the small folding table in the room, let his mind wander as he looked down at the report in front of him. Why the hell does she look so familiar, his mind raced as he began tapping his foot on the floor. I know I’ve met her somewhere before, and I swear it wasn’t that long ago. Come to think of it, the last couple of months have been a continuous round of déjà vu. Sniffing the air, he noticed the smell of the burnt coffee slowly being replaced with that of the newly brewed. Let’s see… it must have started back at that car accident in the winter. There was that kid in the car and the one on the bus. And that pregnant blonde woman that save the kid on the bus. I knew who she is, but for the life of me, I just can’t put the name to the face! Hearing the beep coming from the coffee maker, he got up and poured the fresh, steaming coffee into the mug. Replacing the pot, he grabbed his cup and brought it to his lips, taking a deep sniff before taking a sip. Turning around, he leaned back and let his mind wonder again as he continued to drink. Maybe I remember them from a different case? Let’s see… what case would there have been a blonde woman and two boys. There’s the Riverside case back when I joined the force! Little blonde kid gets molested and held hostage by the abusive father. Wait…. No… the blonde mother was murdered. Resigned, he sighed and sat his, yet again, empty cup back on the counter and began filling it up again as his partner entered the small room. “YO! Clayton! You made more java!” the man called out, drifting quickly to the small counter. “No thanks to the rest of you lazy bums in this department… I swear Maes, every time I come in here, there isn’t any damned coffee! And the next time I come in to find someone left a pot of molten steroid mud, I’m going to find them and chop their ba…” Nick ranted, pointing at the charred glass pot sitting abandoned in the sink. “Yeah yeah… we become eunuchs and the like. You need to relax man, and lay off the Joe… your too jumpy!” Maes Hidetaka laughed, shaking his head as he poured himself a cup. “Anyways, anything come up from that email you sent on Interpol?” “Ugh, nothing except this crackpot theory from a guy in Japan. He thinks it’s some Japanese supermodel turned world class assassin. Crazy, huh?” he replied, thrusting the papers into his friend’s arms. “Eh, hot girl, but I think I’ll look at it later. It looks like we have to bring some more rookies up to speed that Internal sent up to help us before we can get out of here. Want to watch the game on DVR at my place after we get out of here? My sweet little Arisa made some stir fry for dinner…” answered Hidetaka, handing back the report as he made his way back to the doorway. “Yeah, but we better grab some takeout on the way to your house. You wife can’t cook to save her life,” said Nick, smirking as he followed the man out of the room. Sighing, he walked across the office and stepped into the now filled conference room. Nodding at the man in standing front of the room, he took his seat and sat down his cup of coffee. “Ok people. I know all of you would like to go home, but the mayor wants this sick freak caught. I’ll have Detective Hidetaka go over the case. Detective?” the man explained waving his hand at Maes. “Let’s see…. This week marked the discovery of the seventeenth victim of the Lipstick Killer. As you all know, all the victims have been male, 18 to 27, and all generally known to be some of the city’s most eligible bachelors. Their reports from the ME have shown trace amounts of Euphoria in their bloodstreams and the same characteristic lipstick on their lips. And they all have signs of sexual activity but there hasn’t been any DNA evidence of the killer found on their bodies. All the victims go missing Friday night from various nightclubs in the downtown district, and are found in various places across the city Monday morning.” Propping his head on his hand, Nick watched as his friend paused to take another sip of coffee before continuing. “That’s where the similarities end. Each victim has been mutilated, but the means of how that happens seems to be different in each case. However, we do seem to see a pattern developing. Our killer seems to be repeating the type of mutilation every six killings, but they still seem to be getting more gruesome with each progressive murder. We also think there may be a connection between the murders and the Hilton murder at Tricomm, but at this point it’s looking like a dead end. Well, other than that, I’ll be sending you each a copy of the cases by email tomorrow morning. Unless you have anything to add Boss or any of you have a question, I’d say let’s get out of here,” explained Maes, looking around the room as he finished. Standing up with the rest of the room, Nick joined his friend as they gathered their coats and walked towards the elevator, absentmindedly leaving his report on the table. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Extra Pictures- -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 Comment and Replies: Sorry it’s been such a while since I updated. Been experiencing the wonderful writers block… and I also had a great trip to Maui, Hawaii! And I’ve been going crazy trying to get ready for school and clinical, so don’t be surprised if it takes me a bit of time to get another update up. Now to the replies…. patfirefghtr: Get ready for a little bit of the plot to be explained. And yet another head scratcher. beebs: You’d better. Don’t make me hunt you down. :P buildsolid: Thanks! It’s always nice to hear from the people who lurk occasionally! panthersimcity4: Um…. Yep. J selles: Thanks! rainyday: Thanks! Cheese89: Thanks! sebes: Of course, but the type of amnesia I picked allows for selective memories. Nice, huh? Zelgadis: You know me too well. If there isn’t an explosion or blood and gore, or SOMETHINE, it’s not one of my stories. And hey, you said to throw the wrenches around, so no getting mad if I hit you in the head. LE0: GIMP and Photoshop make a nice substitute. Benedict: It’s an optical illusion. That’s actually a EL to Ground Transition. The sign was there in the model… so blame the Japanese BAT (don’t though, I love the stuff!) ironicepitome: Yep. That tends to happen a lot. Seriously.

Theme Song: Carolina Liar- Show Me What I'm Looking For ---------------------- Brian hadn’t noticed the medics. Not when they opened the car, not when they tried to talk to him. He couldn’t see them through his tears, couldn’t hear them through his pleading for Lukas to wake up. His body was so cold, so numb, that he didn’t feel the hands touch him and when they started to gently pull him away and out of the car, Brian weakly fought them. It was no use. They won, in the end, and all he could do was watch in dismay from where they’d sat him as they worked to extract Lukas from the wreckage with some sort of saw. His body trembled and every breath seemed to come with less air than he needed. Someone was speaking to him, but he didn’t listen. He couldn’t. All he could do was hope with everything that he had that his stupidity hadn’t cost him the ultimate price. Someone stood in front of him and started speaking, but Brian absently pushed himself up with one leg and looked past the person; unable to take his eyes off of Lukas. The person moved out of his line of sight and a moment later a blanket was placed gently over his shoulders. Someone was speaking to him again; something about him needed to sit and about shock, but it was faint. Lukas. He had to be with Lukas. He had to make sure that Lukas would be alright... Tears welled up in his eyes and he whispered, “This is all my fault... If only…” “Sir,” the voice said again and he felt someone try to lead him away. “Come with me. You need to be treated.” Brian shook his head and when he blinked, the tears that had gathered in his eyes escaped and trickled down his chilly cheeks. “I can’t,” he gasped, not able to get enough air to speak. “I have to make sure...” “We’re taking care of him. Please, come with me. You’ve sustained some major injuries as well and you’re in shock. We need to treat you.” There was a pause, then a shouted, “Jackson, grab Davings and get a stretcher over here.” It meant something, Brian was sure, but it meant nothing to him. Suddenly, the saw stopped and there were shouts for morphine because Lukas was awake. Brian tried to stand, tried to go to him, but was pushed back into place; the same voice telling him that they were bringing a stretcher for him and that his passenger would be okay. Brian shook his head vaguely as he watched the other medics with Lukas. The teen was starting to scream now, and Brian tried to get up again but he cried out as a sharp pain flared in his knee and spread through his leg. More tears came, though not from the pain. No, the pain was nothing. It was for Lukas, and because he couldn’t get to him. He’d done this, and now he couldn’t even try to help... “Just a small prick, now,” he heard before a small pain bit at his uninjured arm. Brian looked over in time to see a needle being pulled out, and then he felt hands grab him and move him to lie on something. “Luke...” Brian whispered before something was placed over his nose and mouth, supplying him with more air. He closed his eyes and felt warm liquid run down his face from his eyes as he begged silently for Lukas to be okay. Brian opened his eyes and stared up through the darkness at the ceiling. The first thing he noticed was that he was warm—hot, in fact, as if someone had put a whole bundle of blankets on him. The next thing he noticed was something strapped over his nose and mouth. Some sort of oxygen mask? He tried to lift a hand, planning to take it off, but his left arm wouldn’t move, and his right seemed heavy... He blinked as he realized that he did indeed have several blankets on him. That explained it... but... He looked around again. Where was Lukas? Was he alright? Fear pricked at his heart, and panic started to set in. He had to know. He had to find out. Slowly, Brian started moving his right arm up in an effort to get out of bed, when the door opened and the room was flooded with light from the hall. A woman, a nurse by the look of her uniform, walked in and messed with a few of the buttons and tubes before looking down at him. She jumped slightly in surprise when she realized he was awake. Pressing a hand to her chest, the nurse took a deep breath to calm herself before saying, “You scared the living daylights out of me, you know that?” Brian shrugged a little to show that he hadn’t meant to. She shook her head, reached over, and took the oxygen mask off. “How you feeling, honey?” she asked with a slight Southern accent. “Don’t know,” he answered weakly. “I’m guessing not so great if I’m here?” To this she merely laughed and asked him whether he felt any discomfort. The woman, Sarah Thornberry, was pleasant enough as she relieved him of a few of the blankets and checked his vitals. She’d also gotten him water for which he couldn’t have been more grateful for. He quickly learned that he’d come away from the accident with a broken arm, a dislocated knee, and some cuts and bruises. He’d broken his arm near the elbow joint, and shattered the bone in his wrist. Apparently, he’d need surgery on it, but it wasn’t anything that would keep him in the hospital any longer than his other injuries. Unfortunately, each time he asked about Lukas, the nurse quickly changed the subject, telling him ‘not to worry his pretty little head about it’. Finally, Brian reached over with his good hand and held her arm. He gazed steadily into her eyes and whispered, “Please... I have to know... Please understand...” He swallowed, not sure how to make her see that he couldn’t go on without at least knowing. Not taking her eyes from his, she reached over and put her hand over the one he’d used to grab her with. “Alright,” she said finally. “I don’t know much, but I know they got that boy into surgery as soon as he got here. That was yesterday. I know he’s been in a couple times, but... I’m sorry, I just don’t know more. He’s in good hands though with Dr. Baum.” He felt tired and exhausted, but he used what strength he had to squeeze her arm. “Find out for me, please... I can’t live without knowing. ” That last part just slipped out. He hadn’t meant to say it, he didn’t want her to know how desperate he was, but it was true. He needed to know. All he could think of was that Lukas was dead, or alive but in a state that he’d never fully recover... For a moment she simply looked at him, then her expression softened. “I see,” she said quietly and gave him a small smile. “I understand. I’ll do what I can for you.” Brian slowly let go of her arm, and she placed it on the bed. With her assurances, he closed his eyes and let himself drift back to sleep. It’s been almost three months since that day, Brian reflected, stepping out of the shiny metal interior of the elevator and into the brightly lit hallways of the hospital. Brian’s first few days after the accident were spent mostly sleeping or being examined by doctors. He’d gone into surgery for his wrist and though they were sure it would heal up alright, the doctors said that he’d probably have problems with it for the rest of his life. For now his left arm was in a cast, and his left knee had a brace around it. He would have to use a crutch while it healed, but only time would tell if it would heal properly or if he’d need some sort of corrective surgery for that as well. The small cuts on his forehead had healed up nicely. He’d been lucky that he hadn’t sustained any major injuries to his head. Although his injuries were bad, it was the effects of going into shock that had kept him in the hospital for so long. He’d had visitors, of course. His co-workers had come, both to offer condolences and to try cheering him up. And he’d had a half-hearted scolding from Sebastian, but he could tell he was more worried than angry. And then, of course, there was Lukas. When Brian reached the nurses’ station, he leaned heavily against the counter. He’d stopped at the flower shop on his way, buying a bouquet of red roses, and carried them in between his body and his cast. Now he set it on the counter to alleviate some pressure while he waited. His knee ached and he was almost out of breath from the exertion. His armpit throbbed from the crutch and he thought that those pain killers sounded very nice at the moment. The nurse on duty was on the phone giving Brian a chance to look around while he waited. He hadn’t known initially where they’d taken Lukas, and had needed to inquire about it. When he found out they’d sent him here and Brian almost felt amused. Almost. If it were a different situation, perhaps he would, but right now... Entering the room, he noticed as the younger blonde turned around and smiled at him and grabbed the flowers and promptly grabbing a vase. Sighing, Brian slumped into the chair next to the bed and watched as Sebastian made his way expertly around the room. “So, any improvements?” he asked warily, watching as Sebastian finished tending to the flowers and leaned against the counter. “Well, they said his EEG is still inconclusive, and that he’s going to need another surgery to help correct the fracture in his shoulder. The neurologist said though that he’s responding to external stimuli and that it’s really promising…” the boy replied, a smile moving warily across his face, “How about you?” “Well,” he started, until he was interrupted by the sound of Sebastian’s stomach rumbling from across the room. “You didn’t eat yet, did you?” he asked, looking at the teen as a blush spread across the boy’s face. Shaking his head, he reached into his back pocket and tossed his wallet to him. “Here, go get whatever you want. I’ll keep an eye on him for a while…” he said, smiling as he held up his hand before the teen could reply, “And don’t worry. I’ll be fine by myself. Go eat. Now.” Smiling, he watched Sebastian walk out the door, and make his way towards the elevator. Getting back up, he shuffled over to the bed, looking down on the bed. “Hi. I… I know you probably can’t hear me. But… well… I wanted to come by and see how you are doing and tell you what has happened since, well… you know. Um… first they decided to take away my license, no big surprise there. They also blamed the accident on ice on the road, so that kind of helped take some of the blame away from me… not that I deserve it. The board went ahead and made Gaston the interim CEO while I’m off on a sabbatical and medical leave. Apparently they’re really mad at me because I hired that Hilton guy. The guy tried to go postal and kill Gaston. Go figure, not that I blame the kid, that guy is just a really big bastard. They let him hire his own assistant and, big shocker; he hired this blonde bimbo supermodel named Rin something. She’s kind of freaky. Well… that’s all that’s really happened….” He trailed off, his voice cracking as he held off tears and looked away. Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand through Lukas’ hair, and wiped his own face with his other hand before continuing. “Lukas, I’m just so sorry. If…. If only I hadn’t been a jerk to you. This is my fault. If only you’d just wake up. Just wake up so I can tell you I…” “…. smell like Band-aids…” the blonde murmured, groaning as he opened his eyes opened slightly. ------------------------------------------------------------

Hard to believe I've been here for so many years! Going on 5 July 7th....

I have several opinions on this topic. Being openly gay myself, I do disagree with her opinion. However, I for one think that she is entitled to her opinion, and applaud her for voicing it in a honest and inoffensive matter. The major problem I think around the matter, which is being overlooked, is the actions of the two gay judges. To tell a contestant that you're losing a competition solely because your opinion wasn't allowed or correct in their opinion is ridiculous. First, I personally think that her opinion on gay marriage should have had no place in the Miss USA contest. No other contestant had a question like it, and the judge asking it (Perez Hilton, aka the Stereotypical Whiny Gay Drama Queen) was in way too many ways biased on the answer to be asking it. And really, with the public hissy fit filled with profanity that Mr. Hilton threw, I think that maybe a recall is in order to look into whether a fair judging went into play at the competition.

Theme Song: Leave Out All the Rest- Linkin Park -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Hi….” Lukas croaked out, looking at the strange dark haired man looking down at him, apparently speechless for some strange reason. Looking around, he began taking in the sight before him. Yellow walls, with rainbow borders and some teddy bears dancing around; Cute and fluffy!he thought to himself smiling as the man standing near him burst out into tears. “Why are you crying?” he asked, a frown spreading across his face as he tried to reach up his arm to touch the mystery man in front of him. Something about the man struck him as familiar, but for the life of him, he couldn’t put a name to the face. As he tried to sit up, he grimaced and he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. “Hold on…” the man said, as he rushed out of the room, leaving Lukas by himself. Huh… he’s acting weird. He doesn’t normally act like that… Lukas considered to himself, confused about how he knew about the actions of someone he’d decided he’d never met. Noticing the IV in his arm and began picking at it. Huh, I must be in a hospital… he mused, his thoughts continuing as he noticed the giant cast running up his other arm and stopping at his chest, and that must be part of the reason. Startled, his attention suddenly turned to the fleet of hospital staff running into the room followed by the man. He watched as one of them made his way right next his bed and kneeled over him with a pen light in his hand. “Lukas, my name is Dr. Baum,” the man began, clicking on the light and shining it into his eyes as he continued, “We need to do a few tests. You’ve been in a coma for quite a while and you’ve had all of us worried. I need to you to follow this light with your eyes first, ok?” “Um, ok…” Lukas trailed off, looking at the doctor and he looked around at all the people before a wave of panic began to spread over him. “What happened? Where’s my brother? What are all you people doing in here?” Lukas began to yell, the wave of panic finally taking hold. Trying to get up, he suddenly found himself being held down by several of the people that had entered the room. Suddenly, the man with dark hair rushed to his side and grabbed his hand. “Lukas, just calm down…” the man began to softly say to him, rubbing his arm, “ Your brother is downstairs in the cafeteria getting food. Just calm down and let the doctor…” Cutting him off, Lukas began to scream and cry. “WHO THE HELL ARE YOU? WHY CAN’T I REMEMBER ANYTHING?! HELP! PLEASE, SOMEONE!!!” “Somebody, grab me 4mg of Atavan and 25mg of Thorazine!” Dr. Baum called out as the man with dark hair froze and stared at him. Still flailing, he watched as someone injected the clear liquid brought to him. Suddenly feeling drowsy, he stared in confusion at the man crying next to his bed as he quickly drifted asleep. ------------ “During the accident Lukas, you sustained some pretty major injuries,” the doctor continued as he continued to try and blink away the drowsiness that the drugs were still giving him. Looking over, he watched his brother and the strange man chatting quietly out in the hall. “Lukas, I really need you to try and pay attention…” the doctor sighed out, drawing his attention back to the x-ray on the computer in front of him. Nodding, he turned his head back to Dr. Baum. “As I was saying, besides your shoulder, scapula, and humerus being broken and having a perforated abdomen, you suffered serious head trauma. We can see from the CT of your skull here that you suffered some severe swelling in the temporal region here, and some slight swelling here in the amygdale and hippocampus. However, with the lack of blood you didn’t have near as much swelling as a typical trauma such as this. Also, the cold temperatures outside that day acted as a form of therapeutic hypothermia, further…” “And all this means?” Lukas asked, quickly getting bored as the doctor droned along. Shifting in the bed, he winced as he felt the stitches along his stomach pulled slightly. “Essentially, you had some brain damage from the crash. Honestly, we aren’t sure how much damage there is, but you definitely are suffering from severe memory loss. From what your psychological evaluation is showing, it looks like you’re suffering from mixed amnesia, as well as source amnesia and regarding your inability to remember some of the people in your life, a minor form of dissociative fugue.” Dr Baum explained, as Lukas tried to wrap his head around what he was being told. “But will I remember anything?” Lukas asked, frustrated. “We’re hopeful that most of the trauma is temporary, but you’ll most likely not remember anything that happened during and before the accident that day. The worst case scenario here is that you won’t be able to remember anything that you’ve lost. The good news is, however, that you seem to have almost all your cognitive skills, and there doesn’t seem to be any damage to your brain other than your memory loss,” replied the doctor, slowly walking to the door, “That’s about it. I’m going to go talk to everyone and explain where we plan on going from here.” Lying back on the bed, Lukas nodded and closed his eyes. Turning his attention to the door, he strained his ears to listen to them outside. “Well, I told him everything I told you both and he seems to be taking it well…” Lukas could hear the doctor explain to his brother and that man. “Doctor, where do we go from here? Will he be able to come home?” he could hear Sebastian ask, the worry clear in his younger brother’s voice. “Honestly, I don’t really see why he can’t go home in a couple of days. Everything we can do has already been done, and now we just have to wait until he gets his memory back. Honestly, the best place for him to do that is to be around things he might remember. So, I’m going to put in his charts that unless we find something that requires his stay to be longer, that he be released into to your care. I take it you have made arrangements with where he will be staying?” he heard the doctor reply. “I’ve taken care of it. He and his brother will be moving in with me at my house. I’ve already made arrangements to have their things moved into my home out at Heatherwood, and I can promise that he’ll be taking it slow if and when you clear him to come back to work…” confusion spread across Lukas’ face as he heard the last bit from that strange man. Why was it he knew that what the guy was doing was so out of character? Why was it he didn’t know the man’s name and how was it he knew him, but had no memory of ever meeting him? Defeated at his own questions, he continued to listen. “Why doesn’t he remember me? Or what happened?” “Honestly, we have no idea. The brain is a strange organ. It does weird things to protect itself. Sometimes it blocks out certain things while under extreme stress. Other times, just one little wrench is thrown in and the whole machine goes out of whack. I just don’t have a good answer for you,” he heard the doctor answer. “Well, if you both don’t have any other questions I’m going to call it a night. Brian, Sebastian, if either one of you have any questions, just ask the nurses to page me. I’ll let them know you both will be staying here tonight with him.” With the doctor’s parting words, Lukas heard him turn around at the door and walk away. So his name is Brian… Lukas thought to himself in his half awake state, as he heard his brother and the man settling back into the room quietly. Finally succumbing to the remains of the sedatives in his system, Lukas relaxed and slowly drifted to sleep, barely registering it when felt a warm hand enclose his. --------------------------------------------------------------- Extras: ~Click on picture above for high resolution background~

Latest picture of my CBD.... Jacob

LOL!!! I nearly was about to freak since I'm out of town on the day it says. Anyways, excellent prank there.

It's being tinkered with. Blame the toaster and the fork Dirk stuck in it. Should be working now.

UPDATED!!!!!!! Click picture below to be redirected to the new CJ section!

Replies to Chapter 6: jacqulina: Thanks! Yeah... rebuilding really helps fix the look of the look, doesn't it?  art128: Yeah, seems like absolutely everyone loved it! wrightguy0: Thanks! patfirefghtr: Welcome to Cliffhangers-R-US. Please wait your turn  zelgadis: You really, REALLY don't like Brian. But yeah, he deserved some wallowing in guilt there  Ntq$310: Thanks! sebes: Yep. They survived the first part. But will they survive R.... wait.... I should NOT be telling you this. No point in giving away the plot.... yet...  Zelgadis (2): I know... nice picture... people love it. You get front row tickets to development all the time though  ExiL3: You should visit it now. I demand it. Or the ducky gets it.  abcvs: Thief.  And AAAAAAAAAAAAAH! BLACK BORDER!!! jacqulina (2): Thanks! abcvs: Better.  suplado!: Thanks! Your's are as well! Benedict: Thanks! Archean: Thanks! I do like making SC4 my slave  SC4Poser-moser: Jeez! Everyone is leeching my wallpaper sized picture!  fabsies55: No plans. Now to just make more pictures that cause this kind of response. Ntq$310 (2): Just keep practicing with Photoshop and you'll get there! ironicepitome: Now now.... its just an super amazing awesome picture...  jacqulina (3): Thanks! art128 (2): Thanks! selles: Thanks! zelgadis (3): I know. Crazy, huh? packersfan: Thanks! panthersimcity4: Thanks! jacqulina (4): It's here now! Ntq$310 (3): Thanks! pagenotfound: EEEEEEEEEEW!  art128 (3): Thanks! rainyday: I'm glad! That's what I want to hear! ironicepitome (2): LOL!!! suplado (2): Thanks! And it would, huh?  Zelgadis (4): I figured it would be better than saying he smelt like antiseptic and death (the average hospital smell)  sadhu_navarrette: Thanks! hamsterTK: Never said I don't like the smell, just the character doesn't  abcvs (2):  That they do. That..... they do.

Squiggly lines!!! Nice mosaic. Looking forward to the next update! 

 Instead of using the [IMG] code, use the Insert Image button (next to Mr Froggy). That aside, a good start so far. I think you should stay away from the overall square design your sticking with. They're good for downtown grids, but they don't really work for a suburb (unless you're straying away from realism, in which case that works). As for the capital... Well, it depends on what style of capital you're going for... personally, I like to see the nice urban jungles like Toronto and such, but really just go for what you want. On thing I will suggest though is go with the bigger city tiles. They are so much easier to work with, and you can do more things with them. (Trust me, thats one thing I learned to never do again with my first CJ) I'll be keeping an eye out! Jacob

Hrmm.... not sure if it really would classify as a bug or not, but it looks like you can rate your own work in the new CJ section. Seems to me like it would be a conflict of interest? Maybe there is some way to prevent that?

 Must.... copy.... suburban style.... -Yoink!-  You saw nothing.

Wow. So tidy and well made. (Cue the tidalwave )  Excellent work! Can't wait to see more!

I agree with all of them. Not much more I can add. Just simply stunning! Jacob