Cole Adams

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it..." - Ferris Bueller

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GPP 060: The Struggle Bus | Chapter 1

It’s here!! The first part of the big GPP summer event. Now, a lot of effort has been put into this and we’ve still got 6 more chapters to go– comments, likes, reblogs, and sharing this with everyone you know helps boost my morale which will help this comic get done.

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Took my new GoPro mountain biking yesterday out at Carter Road, and got some cool shots

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Under the deal, the new Spider-Man will first appear in a Marvel film from Marvel’s Cinematic Universe (MCU). Sony Pictures will thereafter release the next installment of its $4 billion Spider-Man franchise, on July 28, 2017, in a film that will be co-produced by Kevin Feige and his expert...

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Just a sneak peak of a couple frames from our short film in progress! Super excited about this one!

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Story Thing...

So I'm writing this story right now and I figured why not post it to tumblr chapter by chapter... So here goes! Chapter 1 The ambiance of the pub seemed to fade into a distant blur of muffled noise. Mike's senses went numb as the familiar figure entered the rowdy pub and floated through the shadows across the room towards the bar Mike was seated at in the back. A ghost from his past. Everything around him was drowned into the back of his mind, as the only thing that suddenly had any importance was the newest presence in the pub. He tried to avoid staring. The blur of the bar ambiance buzzing by his ears, unnoticed. The silence screamed at him. As he was grasping at the farthest reaches of his mind trying to find his senses, one question burned into his detailed train of thought: Why was this man familiar to him? The man took a seat next to him. Mike quickly averted his eyes hoping the man hadn't noticed him. Suddenly his hearing flooded back as one sound pierced is numb state of mind: "Dimple-pinch. Neat." said the man. As the bar-tender went to prepare the man's drink, Mike looked into his almost empty glass before draining it. He set his glass down on the bars surface forcefully and rose to his feet. Tossing some cash on the bar he turned and quickly scuffled through the crowd toward the back door. He stumbled out into the brisk night as the door slammed shut behind him. The few street lights illuminated the fog down the alley way creating an erie atmosphere. Mike's quick breaths against the cold night air gave him a thought. He anxiously slapped all his pockets searching. He was desperate for a smoke. As he felt something in his lower jacket pocket his scattered brain remembered where he had stored his cigarettes. Mike flipped the top off his lighter and held it up to the fresh smoke now dangling from his quivering lips. *click click* a flame sparked to life at the tip of his cigarette as Mike inhaled. Exhaled. Smoke exiting through his nostrils along with his nerves. The cloud of smoke in front of him dissolved into the night. His spinning mind slowed to an ease. He leaned back against the alley wall. His back slid down the wall until he was sitting on the damp pavement. Staring into the black sky he tried to forget the shadowy memory he just encountered in the pub. But the fact that he couldn't remember the man was eating away at him. He squeezed his eyes shut. The mans face was all he could see as if it was burned onto the inside of his eyelids. "Close em as tight as you want, it's not gonna make a damn thing go away." Mike's heart leaped into his throat as his eyes flew open to see the shadowed man from in the pub standing over him. His sharp features cast shadows across his face, contrasting with the street lights. He quickly fumbled for his .38 snub. "Ah ah ah, that won't be necessary, friend. If I came to kill you, you'd already have a fucking bullet in your skull" chuckled the man. "No. I came to deliver a message. 3682 willow street. I guess that's supposed to mean something to you-- I don't know." It did mean something to Mike. Something that he hadn't stopped thinking about since that day five years ago. "Like I said... I'm just a messenger. Anyways, you're to be there, tomorrow, 11:00p.m. don't be late." The man explained. "And what happens if I don't come?" Mike questioned skeptically. "If you don't come... I come back, and you'll wish you would've pulled that fucking snub on me when you had the chance..." Replied the man. He reached inside his coat, an pulled out a carelessly wrapped package. He tossed it down towards Mike who clumsily caught it with his arms against his chest. The man turned and slowly walked down the alley way, leaving Mike in his thoughts. The man called back to him, "Oh yeah, for future reference... If you see me, or someone like me, don't try and run like an asshole. Obviously I have something to say, and nobody wants to deal with a fucking coward." Mike watched the man's figure fade into the fog, still struggling to match the man's face with the missing memory somewhere buried in his brain. Exhaling smoke once more he let the night's events sink in. The neon sign burning bright from the building next door flicked from "Open" to "Closed". Mike remembered the package in his lap. With steady hands he cautiously removed the already unraveling packaging. A small box was concealed inside and Mike removed the lid. A bullet casing... .50 caliber, brass, made in Portland. The cold metal burned in Mike's warm palm. To anyone else this would've meant nothing. But to Mike, it meant everything. The last five years of his life had been a jigsaw puzzle and this was the final missing piece. Without a second's thought longer he scrambled to his feet. Flicking his stub of a cigarette to the damp pavement he searched the depths of his pocket for his keys. Exiting the alley, the night began to feel more surreal. The streets of Boston seemed even more a blur than the pub interior. Mike squeezed the worn "unlock" button on his keys, and the headlights of his black '12 Jeep Liberty sparked to life. He climbed inside the vehicle and tossed the repackaged bullet casing in the passenger seat. He slid the key into the ignition and turned it as the sound of engine cranked into existence. He checked his watch. 11:00p.m. All he could think of was how much his life was going to change in the next 24 hours.

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My drawing of #Heisenberg from #BreakingBad #WalterWhite #CrystalBluePersuasion #BlueSky #AMC #Drawing #Pencil #Paper #Sketch #Draw #BreakingBadShow (at Albuquerque, New Mexico)

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So I got bored and drew spidey in honor of the upcoming movie #SpiderMan #Draw #Pencil #Sketch #WebHead #WebSlinger #Spidey #Paper #Web #Amazing #AmazingSpiderMan (at Your Friendly Neighborhood Spiderman)

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I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the lives for which I lay down my life, peaceful, useful, prosperous and happy. I see that I hold a sanctuary in their hearts, and in the hearts of their descendants, generations hence. It is a far, far better thing that I do, than I have ever done; it is a far, far better rest that I go to, than I have ever known.

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Un Fan Art de #ManOfSteel 2 

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This needs to come out on Blu-Ray already

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Drive Synopsis

So last night I came up with a SUPER crazy idea/concept for a Sci-Fi Action Thriller movie, and I wrote a synopsis. I wanna share it with any followers I have (I think 2). So here goes:

Drive Synopsis:

In the future minds are accessed like computers through cognitive neurological devices allowing the individual mind to be readable and manipulated. This opens up a whole new array of abilities to all kinds of people. Like hacking into other’s minds, planting viruses to control people’s thoughts and actions, and most importantly copying an individual’s mind onto what’s called a Mind Drive. With a Mind Drive one can now create an avatar or “SHADOW” (Shell Holding Access to Drive’s Operational Window) to sync with the Mind Drive ultimately cloning an individual’s conscious mind into another life-from being. This new power is used as a weapon by governments to fight a psychological war on the new breed of cyber terrorists called SPAMmers (Specialized Personal Access to the Mind).

Before this time, no one could know your mind but you. But for the first time in the history of human beings, privacy does not exist. The mind is the one and only true concept of real personal privacy… Until now.

This technological advancement is known scientifically as “Whole Brain Emulating” or “Mind Uploading”. It was developed as a medical process to cure virtually any disease. Cancer, HIV, genetic tumors, etc. are all now an easy fix. There are no more mentally handicapped individuals. Those born with mental disabilities are easily fixed at birth. However, like all great technological advances… If this kind of power gets into the wrong hands, it can be used as a dangerous weapon to violate all forms of privacy, control people’s thoughts and actions, and even kill.

The human mind is now as vulnerable as any household computer. Once a SPAMmer gets in an individual’s head, there are no limits to what they can access, manipulate, and destroy. This makes “Whole Brain Emulation” (WBE) a serious risk. Although it may be the biggest and greatest technological benefit to mankind, it is also the ultimate weapon. Everything about WBE is technically illegal, and violates an individual’s constitutional rights. That being said, governments across the globe use WBE as a medical means, and a way to track and catch criminals, and stop inevitable crimes. This clearly violates the government’s limits to power. But it also benefits all citizen’s ease of everyday life. Everyone’s thoughts are now a projection for the governments to read and use to manipulate people’s opinions to keep their power. WBE is made illegal to the average citizen’s, which is why SPAMmers are known as international cyber terrorists.

However, the question is, who’s the real “terrorists” the SPAMmers or your own government? This is the driving question behind the conflict that is being called a “Psychological World War”.

What do you believe? Should WBE be outlawed to the people but not the governments, or should it be made legal to everyone? Or, should it be made illegal for any person or government to use in any way ever.

The greatest benefit to mankind ever, could also become the ultimate downfall of humanity…

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Some of my sister's photos. She is a great photographer! #Photography #Sunset #Camera #Lights

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Jase Robertson from #DuckDynasty #OutOfAllTheThingsICouldDraw