Life decisions

Alright so I thought I post to say that I think iv finally decided where I want to be in the games industry but as iv just read ye old Nate dog has beaten me to it by an hour. Never the less iv always been a fan of 3d modelling and animation but as iv recently found out the programme iv been using rhino is (in terms of animation any way.) wollexs. So I finally got around to trying blender after avoiding it after my one bad experience with it. and it’s just reminded me why i used to spend hours in front of a computer screen as hours turn to minuets, because I love this stuff the time the frustration the effort the half hearted “yeah that’s aright” from the uninterested family that i show, but most of all the finished product with all the detail that no one will ever notice. Any way i managed to model rig and move this limbless man. Not the best I know but its set the foundation for me to progress. After my collage work of course.

Sace Invaders

i was giveing my laptop's desktop a much needed clean up when i stumbeled across this. its a video of the game that me joe ryan and billy came up with a while ago. a new and improved space invaders (or space rapeist if your joe) its far far fromdone but i got a working prototype.

gambit story

She had come so close, a yet again he had abandoned her and not even accepted her.  The breath that she held in anticipation for the response of her drifter father was released with defeat. With a large nudge to the shoulder she was knocked back in to the real world her silence broken, and the sounds of the crowd rise. She cant here her own thoughts, it’s so loud. Franticly scanning the corridor she sees an emergency exit. Racing towards it she breaks free, the cold air washes over her

VINCENT!!!

while doing some concept art i thought why not attemp to draw vincent and heres what i came up with.

Majorly Impressed

Ok so after looking more in to Michael wood I think I may of majorly both under estimated him and over estimated me this boys got a web site since 2006 and was up to date on things back then that I’m not even close to yet. So now I’m going to attempt to make some guns or at least a gun I don’t know how to colour it though so don’t expect it to look too good. In the infamous words of Mario “here I go”

Poor 3D Gun

Saw Michael woods weapon in Kelly’s blog and remembered that I made a very simple hand gun for concept art mines not as good as his but I was trying to make something new and was well lost for inspiration. In true kiwi fashion I now need to give another gun ago, but for now heres the one I made.

Story Homework

Before you actually read the story you should know that the person telling the story is a woman and iv left out a lot of scenery so as to shorten it.

By the ocean there is a bar, they called it Hannah’s Roadhouse once, I don’t know what they call it anymore. I just knew that She’d come and bring that thing with her. That thing that to me, was so precious, so deeply moving that just looking at it could blind me. But I had to have it and I knew that I couldn’t have it if she didn’t show up today.
There she was red hair with a slight orange fleck in the Ocean’s sunrise. She wasn’t old, in fact, she was new, as if reborn, and she didn’t see me as she opened the door to the bar. I let her walk, I had no plans. She bought two drinks and sat at the bar.

Now, I need to make my make my move now before it’s too late. Wait who’s that, the dark man in the long coat. He’s walking over to her, I can’t see his face, turn around so I can see you. He turns almost as if obeying my command. His face scans the room laying rest in my direction. The air races from my throat to my lungs chilling my insides in the processes. It couldn’t be. Not here, not now. This changes everything.
Two long weeks have passed and the thought of regaining that which belongs with me, belongs to me, is drifting further into the distance. She thinks that she’s safe, that no harm will come to her but she is naïve, she is WEAK! Jean grey will suffer, suffer a fate worse than death, helplessness. Helpless to save herself and those she claims to love, but for now she will have to wait. He must be subtracted from the equation first. Eliminated in a way most befitting his unfortunate name, D.R. Mutilation.
Back home, back where it all began. I can still hear their scream, the “failed experiments”, my mother, my father my brother. Locked neatly away in their cages. Shells of the powerful beings that they once were. Reduced to defeated animals, striped of that made them human. A crash in the restricted laboratory. He is here back to his old ways, now more capable of becoming a sane human being than I of forgiving him for his heinous acts. I approach the door. Slow, long, silent strides. My anger building with each step. I press my chest against the door, he is here I can feel it, I can envision the process that his brain endures. His evil intent his omnipotent self-esteem. I will crush him. Crush him with the very same power that he bestowed upon me. I close my eyes I can feel his presents and in my mind’s eye I see a silhouette, a glowing outline of his form. Concentrate, focus on his mind. I can hear the murmurs of his thoughts, but their too quiet I can’t make out what he’s thinking. Never mind I will crush his mind regardless of what evil plot his is constructing. Applying pressure to his brain from all sides. A smile creeps across my face as I feel his pain, his glorious pain. Focus more, crush his brain from within his skull, kill him KILL HIM, KILL HIM FOR ALL THAT HE’S DONE END HIM, END HIM! As my body untenses his outlines glow fades away his life, his soul are gone. I have done it I have killed the great DR mutilation. As the slight smile on my face grows to that of an ecstatic young girl I open the door and almost skip through to confirm that the deed is done. On the floor lay his mangled body in a pool of his own blood face to the floor hands still clenched with handfuls of hair. Gently kicking his corps to roll his body so that he can look up to the gods who will soon have to face. My smile growing even more at the thought of seeing his lifeless eyes, the way I had imagined them for so long. Wait this isn’t right why is his hair so black, his hair should be gray how I did not notice this before. I move his hair from his face. A young boy. A young innocent boy with a strong resemblance to that of my brother. I don’t understand it was suppose to be him why wasn’t it him. I fall to my knees with tears streaming down my face. His blood soaks my trousers as his eyes cry the red tears of blood.

Angry Alien

I was playing with some drawings and ended up with this

but then i liked it so much that i scaned it in and gave it a quick going over in photoshop and heres what i came up with.