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When you're bound by your own convictions, a discipline can be your addiction.
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If you mean in the third drawing, yeah, she is a complete trainwreck. The original idea was just the two guys, but I decided to add her in at the last moment. Taking a closer look at her, it seems like every part is pointing in a different direction!
My main problem is lack of practice. I make probably the two biggest mistakes possible: I only try to draw when I have something in my head I want to create, and I get so discouraged when it doesn't come out right that I don't make another attempt for quite a while =/
EDIT - Speaking of practice, I have the day off, so I'm working on my shading.
The pose came from a picture, but once I put my boxes, cylinders, and spheres down, the picture was... well, out of the picture. After I traced back over the rough form I produced in step one, I started my under painting phase. There are probably some errors, since it is all by eye, but I need the practice anyway!
My main problem is lack of practice. I make probably the two biggest mistakes possible: I only try to draw when I have something in my head I want to create, and I get so discouraged when it doesn't come out right that I don't make another attempt for quite a while =/
EDIT - Speaking of practice, I have the day off, so I'm working on my shading.
The pose came from a picture, but once I put my boxes, cylinders, and spheres down, the picture was... well, out of the picture. After I traced back over the rough form I produced in step one, I started my under painting phase. There are probably some errors, since it is all by eye, but I need the practice anyway!
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I feel kind of embarrassed posting anything here since I'm not even remotely in the same league... but I'll take the plunge. These are some sketches I started when I got my tablet. I haven't quite gotten used to it yet.
On this one, you can probably tell which character was "shaded" first, and which one was shaded last, and why I put it on hold. I still see scales when I close my eyes.
On this one, you can probably tell which character was "shaded" first, and which one was shaded last, and why I put it on hold. I still see scales when I close my eyes.
Ye Olde Ancient Screenshots Topique
An old game of mine that is now almost completely obsolete thanks to several story points from Human Revolution... dammit.
A scene from my first, and so far, only, attempt at a "cinematic" style JRPG. Note the child like emo-haired fighters, the giant sword, and sea of carnage containing what appear to be several religiously themed knights...
A larger image, from a squad based, Fallout inspired project I was working on in MMF2.
The first group of screens from a project that isn't dead, but is walkin' with a limp...
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This last screen was from a dream project that turned into a nightmare. I wanted to make a game that looked like a moving Frazetta sketch or Verotik Comic book... the problem was I entirely overestimated my artistic ability. It was about a demi-god hero who had to rescue his wife from a monster (that happened to be gorgeous) that wanted to blackmail him into mating with her so that she could take revenge on the gods with an army of hybrids.
The mythology of the game was a combination of Native American folklore and Greek Myths, and the "monster" was a fallen angel type that was locked up in a Giger-esque style bio-mechanical helmet.
Concept art I started for her when I got my first tablet... unfortunately I haven't had a lot of practice with it yet...
Damn, converting this to a 256 color .png completely destroyed the hair effects!
I'm probably going to use some elements of the story, albeit in an entirely different style of game.
A scene from my first, and so far, only, attempt at a "cinematic" style JRPG. Note the child like emo-haired fighters, the giant sword, and sea of carnage containing what appear to be several religiously themed knights...
A larger image, from a squad based, Fallout inspired project I was working on in MMF2.
The first group of screens from a project that isn't dead, but is walkin' with a limp...
More
This last screen was from a dream project that turned into a nightmare. I wanted to make a game that looked like a moving Frazetta sketch or Verotik Comic book... the problem was I entirely overestimated my artistic ability. It was about a demi-god hero who had to rescue his wife from a monster (that happened to be gorgeous) that wanted to blackmail him into mating with her so that she could take revenge on the gods with an army of hybrids.
The mythology of the game was a combination of Native American folklore and Greek Myths, and the "monster" was a fallen angel type that was locked up in a Giger-esque style bio-mechanical helmet.
Concept art I started for her when I got my first tablet... unfortunately I haven't had a lot of practice with it yet...
Damn, converting this to a 256 color .png completely destroyed the hair effects!
I'm probably going to use some elements of the story, albeit in an entirely different style of game.
What are you thinking about right now?
As of today it has been five years since the last time I touched a drop of alcohol. Whenever it comes up, and I tell people I haven't drank in x years, they usually assume I was some kind of ultra-alcoholic. The short version is that I had a very bad night, and I made a promise to myself that I'd never put myself in that position again.
I still keep some hard liquor in the house though, partially for entertaining purposes, but also as a constant test of my resolve. Commitment without temptation is meaningless.
I still keep some hard liquor in the house though, partially for entertaining purposes, but also as a constant test of my resolve. Commitment without temptation is meaningless.
Call to arms! For we are legion.
If my Secret Santa review goes over well, I will probably try to review at least one unrated game a month, in those months when I have sufficient spare time to do so.
I'd like to be more active here than I was back on GamingW, or at least more active in a positive capacity, but I'm probably not going to pursue "champion-hood" or anything... I'll just try to be a solid RMN citizen instead =)
I'd like to be more active here than I was back on GamingW, or at least more active in a positive capacity, but I'm probably not going to pursue "champion-hood" or anything... I'll just try to be a solid RMN citizen instead =)
What's your biggest regret?
I have to revisit mine. I was looking through some old photos the other day, and that reminded me of a big mistake I made.
I broke up with a wonderful girlfriend because she loved me too much. It was more complicated than that, of course.
Too much info (Probably):
Big time regret.
I broke up with a wonderful girlfriend because she loved me too much. It was more complicated than that, of course.
Too much info (Probably):
Fairly early in the relationship, she told me she'd been raped. Not raped as in date raped, but raped as in "still had scars from fighting back against the attack" raped. For whatever reason, she fell for me faster than I was falling for her. She was really pushing for us to become intimate, but I kept hesitating. She was bi, and had apparently only been with girls since her attack. I was really too young to handle any of it well. I liked her, liked being with her, but wasn't ready to call it love yet, and because of that I wouldn't take her to bed. We still made out and cuddled, but anytime things started to go further, I had this immense feeling of guilt wash over me. I guess I just didn't want to risk taking advantage of her in any way. Somehow it made sense for me to break up with her. I was also, stupidly, still infatuated with an ex at the time.
She couldn't be around me for a while, but after that we were able to have an almost normal friendship. Unfortunately, she got herself into an abusive relationship later (that wonderful routine where when you try to talk them out of it, they look at you like you're an idiot and explain how he's not a bad person, he just has some issues...), and then kind of spiraled out of control with alcohol and drug abuse. By the time I realized that I did love her, the person I loved didn't exist anymore, and my trying to bring her back only served to drive the girl who was wearing her skin away completely.
The last time we spoke was a couple years later, when I was involved with someone else. I barely recognized her. She offered me some drugs and then made some very explicit and specific requests. I instead offered her a place to stay for a while until she could get things sorted out (A mutual friend had told me she'd been living with an older girl who apparently kicked her out after an argument about her drug use turned violent). Her reply was to tell me to go f*ck myself before leaving with some stranger. The last time I saw her face was when she looked back over her shoulder at me, and, just for a moment, I could have sworn the old fire was in her eyes again, the person she used to be... and then she was gone.
She couldn't be around me for a while, but after that we were able to have an almost normal friendship. Unfortunately, she got herself into an abusive relationship later (that wonderful routine where when you try to talk them out of it, they look at you like you're an idiot and explain how he's not a bad person, he just has some issues...), and then kind of spiraled out of control with alcohol and drug abuse. By the time I realized that I did love her, the person I loved didn't exist anymore, and my trying to bring her back only served to drive the girl who was wearing her skin away completely.
The last time we spoke was a couple years later, when I was involved with someone else. I barely recognized her. She offered me some drugs and then made some very explicit and specific requests. I instead offered her a place to stay for a while until she could get things sorted out (A mutual friend had told me she'd been living with an older girl who apparently kicked her out after an argument about her drug use turned violent). Her reply was to tell me to go f*ck myself before leaving with some stranger. The last time I saw her face was when she looked back over her shoulder at me, and, just for a moment, I could have sworn the old fire was in her eyes again, the person she used to be... and then she was gone.
Big time regret.
What are you thinking about right now?
author=Avee
Today was my last day of school, ever.
I just completed my Master's Degree :D
Congratulations!
I spent some time tonight looking over my recent posts, particularly the stuff here regarding my current situation, and it reminded me of some advice a Navy Seal friend of mine gave me about pain.
“Running from pain is just waste of time. You have to get comfortable with it. You have to learn what your body can do, and what it can’t, and you have to figure out when it is lying to you about what it can’t do.”
The only reason this happened to me again is because I let myself get soft. I know that I need to keep the therapy up, and I deserved this for letting myself get so complacent about my condition. It is time for a change.
As of this post I am Percocet free for two days. I'm still taking the metaxolone to address the physical problem, ie the muscle spasms, but the time for round the clock narcotic pain killers has passed.
Corny as it may be, it is time to internalize some old AFI lyrics again - "When you're bound by your own convictions, a discipline can be your addiction."
Whatchu Workin' On? Tell us!
author=Sauce
As a matter of fact, for amateur writers, having quality examples to base off of is a great way to generate deep characters.
"You're using that double clutch layup? Jordan did that his whole career. Hell, he stole that from Doctor J! Why would you use it? You'd be xeroxing a xerox of... a xerox."
"Um... because it works?"
I could respond to this in several ways, most of which would turn unpleasant fairly quickly; however, I am trying not to be responsible for another thread de-rail right now, so I'll take another direction, especially since Chana already hit the nail on the head anyway.
I'm currently working on my review for the Secret Santa event, as well as some art generation for a new project. That character template I came up with a page or so back is turning out to be a LOT of work.
EDIT - Removed something that served no purpose.
Whatchu Workin' On? Tell us!
Just follow me around for a day or two when I'm in my current state. Hilarity ensues as my chemically induced sociopathy kicks into overdrive.
Seriously, though, I like House as a character... but why just copy-paste an existing character into your game? House is, essentially, a dilution of Sherlock Holmes, who is himself something of an homage to Joseph Bell. You're xeroxing a xerox of... a xerox.
Seriously, though, I like House as a character... but why just copy-paste an existing character into your game? House is, essentially, a dilution of Sherlock Holmes, who is himself something of an homage to Joseph Bell. You're xeroxing a xerox of... a xerox.
What are you thinking about right now?
author=LockeZ
...Pain has a very negative effect on your mental state, and it's likely that the negative feelings were actually being enhanced and strengthened beyond what's normal by the pain...
Oh there's no doubt about that. To this day, aside from feeling sleepy/lightheaded a few times, the general chemical fogginess, and the depression blocking effect I mentioned before, I've never really felt what you could call a 'high' from any of the myriad narcotic pain relievers I've been prescribed over the years. I believe the 'bliss' I get, when it happens at all, is just from the cessation of pain.
My first major injury happened when I was sixteen. I was on pain killers constantly for the next five years, then sporadically for five years after that. Of course, I was also on anti-depressants on and off during that time. When I cut them all out completely, it felt like I was waking up from a long hibernation. I'd still fall back to having to use a couple pain killers for temporary flare ups and new/re-injuries, but I didn't want to have to ride them just to get through the day to day pain. It didn't feel like I was living my life, it felt like I was watching it through a veil.
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