The Signature Thread - past and present
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greygoose
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Jen
KurJen - Kurgan Mod
I've had quite a few over the years :
Here are some that I could still find-
Part 1:
Here are some that I could still find-
Part 1:
Jen
KurJen - Kurgan Mod
Part 2:
I had a Hulk sig several years ago...but can't find it.
I had a Hulk sig several years ago...but can't find it.
Devil_666
Super Freak
What's the background on the whole "Civil War - I'm With" sigs? I've seen A LOT of them and never got the reference. 
SixMillionDollarMan Guy
Super Freak
Wasn't it a story arc in Marvel Comics where superheroes had to disclose their true identities to the US goverment? Some did like Iron Man and some wouldn't which led to a civil war. Thus, the whole "I'm with <insert superhero name>" concept.
I may be wrong?
SixMillionDollarMan Guy
Super Freak
What's the background on the whole "Civil War - I'm With" sigs? I've seen A LOT of them and never got the reference.
I think this might help you.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Civil_War_(comics)
Lejuan
Super Freak
This thread inspired me to put one together:
greygoose
Super Freak
I have to post some of my sigs later as well... I've had a lot of sigs over the years.
devilof76
Super Freak
These have been my signatures over the past few years, broken into pieces according to the 1000 character limit.
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elikopis
at first the only truth was that the light was alive
and then, that the dark refused to let it. the whole
burning gyric milled limitless sparks in precision ellipses,
the sky turned with hips full of entropy's contrabass
friction to thunder a chaos of moving that purred its own
magmous, insistent, and adamant cosmos, in ultimate
mean to no end.
so on the sky growled, bitter and silent, the sky with
no eyes, would it circuit in spirals of black and kinetic,
perfection of nudity reigned through the veils which an
iris surrendered, aching defiant that knowing transcended
the world beyond a maidenhead dethroned, and rose, as
the end who would claim, in the bright deflower of night,
to conquer with two pursed lids.
chestnut, feathered and dared to mahoghony, polished with capturing stars.
in the birth of all light, obsidian glanced with a bead of cool salt on her cheek.
pelagaia
pyromaniacal thirsts lit once that devil in her shined.
a cornea learning that breath is combustible, depths of
unfathomed hydrolysis curve in scorching beds of glass
so black, to cool and moisture gift a world's nubility, stolen,
engaged in a rhythm that locked her diabolics in a wave
betrothed, that tides persist to spur the oceans' mouths
against the coy of bios' shore.
when those first round toes curled their brine in the sands
of that first gilded beach on that first golden day was a riot of
vernal erogeny, mossing and vining the earth's shaken palate
suffused in the head with her copper and oils, roiled from the
squalls to the seams, all scalloped and pearled in the rule of her
heaven, stormed in the seas of a belly's horizon to sprawl the
aurora she caught in a shadow.
aloof as the moon, with winds gone south of seahorse breath and dolphin praxis
consummates the dream's eclipse, respires to salmon the eve of a bivalve.
epistrophia
one interior midnight of the world revolving, clouds intruding
obfuscate with skins. below, the wilds exalted atavisms in their
pulses, hearts of flora bared their luxuries, as hearts of fauna bared
their kill, sanguinating winds and silvering periodicities to altitudes
reflected down voracious chambers' yawn and sigh, vermillion
alchemisms searing bibles into milks as white as angels blushed
the bellows in her throat.
and she spoke, turning pages out, and ringing in the ears of all the
souls of her menagerie, succumbed to bloods' hot syrinx chime, in
ferrous, in carnal, in thrall to her ankles, in savageries quelled in a
torrent that climbed with its sex in her echoes, in her calculus of hips
upon the mountains' eiderdown, and she sang, and beasts became
creation's harmonies evolving in a huntress now disarmed, the
locks of keyless fountains solved.
in aria, enigma mined the musics of her names. she taught these melodies to secrets,
wrought the coquetry and bells enough that knots did yield to dance in liberty's red ink.
philommeides
doves monsoon beneath the paramounts of fire and snow.
tumults lull in the lasts of night, so she scripts paths through
woods as laughter, teasing the barest of valleys' shyest, down
to the roots, to the soils, to the chlorophyll softnesses dancing
for rain, plush, that naked, in footprints' hear only their
breathing and rising as ambling through mists becomes a
cove of ordered stone.
a threshold gasps at the entry of probiscine curious stirrings
aroused to a vector intending hilarities borne for an altar, bright
with the gifts of mortality brazen with secrecies sold in the rhyme
of a ritual detailed to purchase impossible hymns to unfurl through
the clefts in their curving, imbued with the sunfires' immovable
smile, naive and bathed in the glory of mockeries burning the
dark full of ecstasy's clowns.
engines of levity spire the heights with a caw in the face of the gods with their locks.
she swallowed the key, she comedied regicide, cast down the fools by the rule of a ****.
tymborochos
against the revolution of her brilliance, deep oblivions of ash
composed in warmachining drone, conspired a universal crime,
howled the stormchords, rolled the march of legions smoldering
for edens pillaged, mornings fallen, torrid waters stilled and silence
wrought upon the polis. stars of knowing dimmed and wilted. theft
of futures’ graces as her legacy is christened sin, profiting the grave
with all the jewels of her ascent.
on the loneliest edge of emptied space, ethers welled high in the
breasts of tsunamic and ravenous will, seraphic rebellion unleashed
in the mind of volcanic and judicious reckoning. brackish with holiest
lightning, she draws...
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I don't know when I'll change it again because I really like the part I'm at right now.
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elikopis
at first the only truth was that the light was alive
and then, that the dark refused to let it. the whole
burning gyric milled limitless sparks in precision ellipses,
the sky turned with hips full of entropy's contrabass
friction to thunder a chaos of moving that purred its own
magmous, insistent, and adamant cosmos, in ultimate
mean to no end.
so on the sky growled, bitter and silent, the sky with
no eyes, would it circuit in spirals of black and kinetic,
perfection of nudity reigned through the veils which an
iris surrendered, aching defiant that knowing transcended
the world beyond a maidenhead dethroned, and rose, as
the end who would claim, in the bright deflower of night,
to conquer with two pursed lids.
chestnut, feathered and dared to mahoghony, polished with capturing stars.
in the birth of all light, obsidian glanced with a bead of cool salt on her cheek.
pelagaia
pyromaniacal thirsts lit once that devil in her shined.
a cornea learning that breath is combustible, depths of
unfathomed hydrolysis curve in scorching beds of glass
so black, to cool and moisture gift a world's nubility, stolen,
engaged in a rhythm that locked her diabolics in a wave
betrothed, that tides persist to spur the oceans' mouths
against the coy of bios' shore.
when those first round toes curled their brine in the sands
of that first gilded beach on that first golden day was a riot of
vernal erogeny, mossing and vining the earth's shaken palate
suffused in the head with her copper and oils, roiled from the
squalls to the seams, all scalloped and pearled in the rule of her
heaven, stormed in the seas of a belly's horizon to sprawl the
aurora she caught in a shadow.
aloof as the moon, with winds gone south of seahorse breath and dolphin praxis
consummates the dream's eclipse, respires to salmon the eve of a bivalve.
epistrophia
one interior midnight of the world revolving, clouds intruding
obfuscate with skins. below, the wilds exalted atavisms in their
pulses, hearts of flora bared their luxuries, as hearts of fauna bared
their kill, sanguinating winds and silvering periodicities to altitudes
reflected down voracious chambers' yawn and sigh, vermillion
alchemisms searing bibles into milks as white as angels blushed
the bellows in her throat.
and she spoke, turning pages out, and ringing in the ears of all the
souls of her menagerie, succumbed to bloods' hot syrinx chime, in
ferrous, in carnal, in thrall to her ankles, in savageries quelled in a
torrent that climbed with its sex in her echoes, in her calculus of hips
upon the mountains' eiderdown, and she sang, and beasts became
creation's harmonies evolving in a huntress now disarmed, the
locks of keyless fountains solved.
in aria, enigma mined the musics of her names. she taught these melodies to secrets,
wrought the coquetry and bells enough that knots did yield to dance in liberty's red ink.
philommeides
doves monsoon beneath the paramounts of fire and snow.
tumults lull in the lasts of night, so she scripts paths through
woods as laughter, teasing the barest of valleys' shyest, down
to the roots, to the soils, to the chlorophyll softnesses dancing
for rain, plush, that naked, in footprints' hear only their
breathing and rising as ambling through mists becomes a
cove of ordered stone.
a threshold gasps at the entry of probiscine curious stirrings
aroused to a vector intending hilarities borne for an altar, bright
with the gifts of mortality brazen with secrecies sold in the rhyme
of a ritual detailed to purchase impossible hymns to unfurl through
the clefts in their curving, imbued with the sunfires' immovable
smile, naive and bathed in the glory of mockeries burning the
dark full of ecstasy's clowns.
engines of levity spire the heights with a caw in the face of the gods with their locks.
she swallowed the key, she comedied regicide, cast down the fools by the rule of a ****.
tymborochos
against the revolution of her brilliance, deep oblivions of ash
composed in warmachining drone, conspired a universal crime,
howled the stormchords, rolled the march of legions smoldering
for edens pillaged, mornings fallen, torrid waters stilled and silence
wrought upon the polis. stars of knowing dimmed and wilted. theft
of futures’ graces as her legacy is christened sin, profiting the grave
with all the jewels of her ascent.
on the loneliest edge of emptied space, ethers welled high in the
breasts of tsunamic and ravenous will, seraphic rebellion unleashed
in the mind of volcanic and judicious reckoning. brackish with holiest
lightning, she draws...
------------------------------------------
I don't know when I'll change it again because I really like the part I'm at right now.
Devil_666
Super Freak
King Darkness told me to tell you: "Too Many Words!"
Ok, here we go!
This is probably one of the oldest; made it way back when I didn't have photoshop and I had to use paint to make sigs:
This is the first sig I made with photoshop, followed by a small selection of sigs I used over the years:
This is probably one of the oldest; made it way back when I didn't have photoshop and I had to use paint to make sigs:
This is the first sig I made with photoshop, followed by a small selection of sigs I used over the years:
I gave this one to The Ringer actually. It's also made in Paint. I used it for a couple of weeks, got tired of it and he asked nicely if he could use it:
This Aldo Raine sig design was actually made by Bamboota, who made a number of my sigs back in the day. Unfortunately that one got lost, so I made a replica when I got photoshop. To this day one of the best sigs I ever had!
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