[ςяσѕѕfιяє] +CLOSED OC PALLETE MAP GET YOUR PARTS IN

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189 views! Omg! 373 veiws! I opended my box and it said 93 messages! 620 ------ Flag 1x ------ I kicked @IcyBrooklyn off, because apparently she is a art thief so sorry, *Pallete* I know the lines on the thumbnail are grey, but I want you to draw the lines white, any blood must be grey, if you want to do eye color make it red First come first serve *Rules* This is a map for semi-experienced and experienced animators only unless I make a exception, feel free to enter no matter how good you are, but I will probably say no If I delete your comment then you are not in Use the pallet inside Hatching is allowed Due date is a month from when I give it to you, make it look nice please No fandom, only your OCs No backgrounds except for black You can do as many parts as you want, but you have to be able to finish them No PMV, all AMV, unless you are doing a bit of drifting across the screen and I make a exception No people unless I make a exception Even if you aren't good at animating, I may make a exception for you if you ask nicely and I like your stile, then you can do AMV If you make a MAP part before I submit you I will not have you in the MAP if I don't send you a comment in like a week, that means you aren't in (Also if I delete your comment) Send one of your best animations in a link The theme of this MAP is desperation and death, I don't want to see any happy faces Lots of ketchup, if you want You don't have to lip sync if you don't want to The code word is inside the project, the one bellow is useless Please share this project with other people If you aren't a good animator then I suggest you join the Thumbnail contest, but first send me a link of your best drawings No lyrics NO complaining if you don't get a part or I will report and delete your comment Code word is Crossfire *Lyrics* He'd trade his guns for love But he's caught in the crossfire And he keeps wakin' up But it's not to the sound of birds The tyranny The violent streets Deprived Of all that we're blessed with And we can't get enough, no Heaven if you sent us down So we could build a playground For the sinners To play as saints You'd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around Cause' you're the only refuge now For every mother Every child Every brother That's caught in the crossfire That's caught in the crossfire I'd trade my luck to know Why he's caught in the crossfire And I'm here wakin' up To the sun and the sound of birds Society's anxiety Deprived Of all that we're blessed with We just can't get enough, no Heaven if you sent us down So we could build a playground For the sinners To play as saints You'd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around Cause' you're the only refuge now For every mother Every child Every brother That's caught in the crossfire That's caught in the crossfire Can I trust what I'm given When faith still needs a gun Whose ammunition Justifies the wrong? And I can't see From the backseat So I'm asking from above: Can I trust what I'm given Even when it cuts? So heaven if you sent us down So we could build a playground For the sinners To play as saints You'd be so proud of what we made I hope you got some beds around Cause' you're the only refuge now For every mother And every child Every brother That's caught in the crossfire That's caught in the crossfire Who's caught in the crossfire Who's caught on the crossfire baby, baby Who's caught on the cross--.