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  1. Once I get some more paints that'll be no problem. heh Course, the paint jobs wont be anything special compared to the talent on these boards but what the heck. LOL
  2. I say to me, cause my wifey had the foresight to purchase me all of the Ortega's for xmas this year, YEA, FOR ME!!!!! Now to get some new paints and start mucking them up with my inadequate painting skills. LOL Merry xmas everyone! (even though its a little late)
  3. Thanks Super! I'm waiting on a more appropriate logo for the site, so some of the color scheme might change etc... and I'm currently working on an even more intuitive way to add images to your gallery. Hoping to have that up and running this weekend or early next week.
  4. Does everyone dislike it that much? *sniffle*
  5. Again, THANKS SUPERVIKE!!! That error is all set now. Should have double checked that before I posted here its been awhile since I worked on the login/registration script. Thanks again for the heads up...account registration should be all good to go! Sorry everyone!
  6. Ooo, thanks for that supervike. Its strange that you got an error, but thanks for letting me know. I'll hav eto fix that right away. Let you know when its fixed. again thanks for bringing that to my attention
  7. Hey everyone, I'm building a new website and I could use some help testing it out and giving me some ideas for more features that I can implement. Currently I have personal galleries where you can upload your own mini photos and add as many alternate views to each mini as you like. You can rate the mini's and add them to a favorites list. And you can leave comments. Your account has avatar support (typical right?) and you can attach your blog to your profile via an rss link. You can also attach your del.icio.us link list as well by providing the site with your del.icio.us member name. I just need help, as I said, with testing the site out, I need some different people with different browsers to bang on it and tell me what is wrong (I'm sure there are things that I'm not seeing) Also would like to know how you feel about the navigation of the site etc... and any ideas for other features. So pwetty pwetty pwease with sugar on top, test out the site and tell me what you think. Theres only 1 pic on there right now so feel free to join and upload some stuff to test it out. I'm trying to keep the site low key until its really ready to be launched, so i thought I would share its existance with you guys...so mum's the word ok? hehe Thanks in advance to anyone willing to take their precious time to help me out. http://www.minimisers.com Thanks Red
  8. Thanks guys, I appreciate it. I'm writing another short in this world currently, will probably be a tad bit longer than this one. Thanks for the suggestion on the "Ever Flame", I agree with you on that. Just have to go back and update the story. The next short in this setting will give some back ground on Pope Clement V Just an FYI: some of the figures in the story are real... Clement V and Benedict were real popes (Clement actually was the pope to decommission the Knights Templar and charge them for Heresy) Benedict, his predecessor was believed to have been assassinated. And the Benandanti are an actual people (Although I embellished them a little) and were tried by the inquisition, who wasnt sure what to do with them since they fought witches for god. Just thought I would share a little of my research with you since you took the time to read it. Thanks again for reading guys, hoping to flesh out a nice setting for some games to take place in with these short stories.
  9. Hey all, just wrote a little short story and thought I would share it. Its been awhile since I was here, or have done any writing, but this place has always been very friendly and all so... Here it is. A little background fluff for a game I'm considering working on. Its a first draft so please don't be overly critical It is with great woe that I write these; my final words. And though my end is imminent, it is not that which causes me distress, forcing my hand to paper, but that which will occur after my suffering has ended and the light has gone from my eyes. Firstly I apologize for my poor penmanship, but I scribe this letter to you with broken body and injured soul. I write in prayer that you who have found this, my last testament, be one of true faith, for if not then all is surely lost. I only hope that there is time enough to complete my brief memoir prior to being called before the corrupt powers that now pass judgment against the truly faithful. Jacob Creed is my name, a prisoner of the Holy Mother Church; accused of witchcraft, murder, and heresy. And whilst these accusations are completely unjustified, I am sure I will be condemned for them. And if innocent, why then am I imprisoned you might ask, and rightly so. It is because I am a known and confessed Benandanti, a servant of God, born in the caul, to stand vigil against the forces of Hell; and commissioned by the Church herself. However, depending on how long this letter is lost, hidden within the confines of my cell, there is a good chance that you will not know the true purpose of the Benandanti, but instead will probably believe us evil and vile creatures not unlike those we were born to fight. It is my greatest and most desperate hope that the following will be received by an untainted soul, someone with the insight and faith to know that things are not as they should be and that the agents of the Abyss have infiltrated our most holy place and even now set in motion, acts that will assuredly bring damnation to all the world. The Benandanti are not a people as one might consider. We come not from one nation, people or place, but instead are considered Benandanti by birth right. As I mentioned prior, we are born in the caul. This is when an infant enters the world still wrapped within their mothers birthing sac. All babies, prior to birth are bestowed with knowledge and gifts from god, however most have these things stolen from them within the first few moments of life. It is this birthing sac that makes one Benandanti, and keeps the newly born from having those gifts stolen by the agents of hell. Parents of Benandanti were encouraged to bring their new born children before their local clergyman for a special baptism, and upon their Thirteenth birthday were to be enrolled in University to ensure a proper and formal education. After this education was complete we were to be commissioned into the Order of the Benandanti, to serve the people of the world by using our gifts to help hold the forces of hell at bay. This was the way of things until but several months ago, after the sudden death of Pope Benedict XI; who was rumored to have been murdered. Shortly after his Coronation, Pope Clement V ordered a grand investigation into the church itself. He made evident his beliefs that the forces of hell were gaining a foothold among the people and that perhaps even some members of the church itself had succumb to the dark powers and their temptations. As a result he assembled a new order within the church, the Brothers of the Cleansing Flame. It was to be their task to head this Holy Inquisition and cleanse the countryside and church of the inevitable heresy that Pope Clement was sure of. At first I thought it odd that this impending corruption had slipped past the Benandanti’s watchful eye. How was it that we could have been blind to such a widespread epidemic? Was it possible that agents of the Abyss had somehow learned how to trick even us? It was with untold speed that the Inquisition began to uncover heretics among the population, sending thousands to cells to undergo trial and possible execution. It was shortly after the onset of the trails that I and other Benandanti became suspicious. Many people that we knew to be devout members of the church began to disappear with the sweeping capes of the Cleansing Flame. Removed from the world with little trace that they had ever even been, whole families seemed to disappear in the night, and panic gripped the country side. So much so that whether faithful or not, everyone watched their neighbor as if they were servants of the unholy, and even an ill perceived glance could be reason to send the agents of the Flame to your door. Unfortunately the cells devoted to the condemned were off limits to everyone but the Brothers of the Inquisition, and no Benandanti were allowed access to see the accused. Within weeks of the first executions, the Holy Father declared that the condemned should be cleansed in public so that the faithful could see how real and deep this rampant evil had infested us. It is in hindsight now that I see the true purpose and path of all that was taking place, if only I hadn’t mistrusted my thoughts... The Cleansing rituals viewed by the public are grotesque at best and attendance is an unspoken requirement. To not attend, one might as well proclaim that they are heretics themselves. Public crucifixions, burnings, hangings and disembowelments are but a few of the attractions that the attending masses get to witness, while agents of the Flame watch the crowds in anticipation, looking for even more heretics to condemn to the Ever Flame. The Ever Flame was born in unison with the Brotherhood. I can only hope that who ever, is reading this, and whenever it is read, that you will not know what the Ever Flame is and that it has been extinguished. It lies in the center of the execution arena, a giant flame burning below a massive stone slab where Heretics are suspended above its heat and slowly roasted before the eyes of the attending masses. Regardless of what tortures the condemned are forced to endure, they all end suspended above the Ever Flame. Of course it was only a matter of time before the Brothers of the Flame turned their cynical eye to us, and it wasn’t until then that we would come to know their true form of trial and judgment. The Benandanti had always called their local monasteries and abbeys home, living among the clergy in a minimalist lifestyle. And while no man is without sin of some kind, no sin deserves the vindication that the Benandanti received that night. It was a night of betrayal, I was saved only because my duties kept me away that night on watch, something drew me away from my bed, I think now that it was God himself. But on this night, the Brothers of the Flame descended upon the lodgings of all Benandanti, arresting them as heretics and traitors to the Holy Father and Mother Church. It was when I returned to the Abbey that I bore witness to the suffering that the Brotherhood dealt to the accused. Hiding my identity with hood and cloak I made my way as close as possible to overhear the “trial”. They threatened and tortured my brothers and sisters without mercy, demanding that they admit to their conspiring with agents of the Devil. But to their honor, not one did I hear admit to such a despicable act, true or not. Anger and rage filled my soul, how dare they accuse us, born protectors of the faith, if only they knew the horrors we faced while they slept peaceful in their beds. And now here they are, under some misguided mans thumb, condemning the very people that have kept the gates of hell closed for millennia. They blamed us for this rampant heresy that seemingly plagued the land, insinuating that we knowingly allowed this all to transpire. At nightfall they took them all, bound and gagged to the cells of the execution arena, where they would await their judgment and sentence from the Inquisitor and serve their punishment before the masses of the Auto-de-fe. It was the first Auto-de-fe that I would attend; the next and last will be that of my own execution, where I shall be tortured and desecrated for the misguided masses only to finally end suspended above the Ever Flame. I hid myself amongst the crowds, and made way to a decent vantage point. The Grand Inquisitor and Pope Clement V himself were present on this day. The crowd was held in check by the crimson robed members of the Brotherhood as a lull fell over the crowd and the Grand Inquisitor began to speak. He welcomed them to what was to be the turning point in the battle against the Devil. That they had investigated their way to the source of the corruption and then he told them what that source was. The Benandanti! He claimed that we had been corrupted, how else could such an influx of heresy and evil been allowed to exist. How was it that their very protectors could not see the evil that they are born to see? He then called out for the traitors to be brought forward to receive their sentence. The gates opened, and they marched them out, all of my brothers and sisters. Their heads covered in sacks, their hands bound and tethered together, being led like sheep to be slaughtered. The people spit on them, threw rotten food at them, and condemned them without ever asking how or why. It was as if they had become hungry for the sacrifice to come. It was then that the massacre began; one by one they removed the sacks from their heads. Their mouths had already been sewn shut. The Grand Inquisitor informed the people that the accused had had their mouths sewn so as not to be able to bewitch them. And that they would all have their eyes branded from their heads before they were impaled and committed to the Ever Flame in groups of eight. I hung my head low beneath my cowl while tears ran down my face as the last of my friends were placed above the Ever Flame. It was here, at the end of the Benandanti that the Inquisitor stood and proclaimed, that before these final Heretics suffer the penalties of their actions that Pope Clement V had one other decree to make and wanted to make sure they heard it. It was at this time that I turned my focus to the Grand Inquisitor and the Pope. As he decreed that all births would now require a member of the Brotherhood to be present, to ensure that any child born of the caul would be condemned before they too were able to be corrupted by the dark powers of hell. Upon hearing this decree my heart took my judgment from me, and my eyes saw more true than ever before. I could see through their disguise, cleaver and powerful as they might be, I could now see them for what they were! I called from the stands pleading with the people to hear my words as I pulled pistol and blade from beneath my robes to banish them back from whence they came but I was taken by surprise, my eyes flashed and I awoke here in this cell, my mouth sewn shut, my body broken and my hope failing. If what I fear is true, then hell has come, and we have failed, and I pray that you who are reading this are a person of true faith... They are coming now, in the name of the Father, and the son and the...
  10. Thanks Pat! It would be cool if all the browncoats thought they were as well. LOL Still trying to get that Sci-Fi/West cross feel into the characters. I've been really heavy on concepting the girl in the Jacket, I just REALLY liket he jacket with the arms opening like that...sort of like the jackets in the Ren. period would unbutton for the sword arm.
  11. Thanks guys! I Will be posting more concepts as I come up with them. Been working on guns and fems lately for this...even though there are none in the story. At least not Gunfighting types of ladies. Yet that is. Almost bought a book on American Arms yesterday...showed all the different gun styles through the ages, Some very detailed pictures...but it was 20 bucks....I am still hemming and hawing over it LOL
  12. I have thought about the multiple barrel guns, I just don;t thinkthey have the feel I am going for.
  13. Thanks again super! Yes in the story Hicks is a Guy. I just like drawing women. LOL I am trying to alter the typical old western 6-shooter, I figured moving the cylinder around, like forward and more in-line with the grip would give it a longer feel, hence the namd Long-arm. I thnk the second one captures it best as well. Thanks for the feedback. Anyone else have any opinions? I will post more weapons and concepts later.
  14. Thought I would share this with the folks over here. Now I am no artist by any means as I stated in my previous concept art thread. But I still wanted to share this with everyone and see what they think. Primarily, if you have read the Desolation short story I've been working on in the WRiting forum here I have a couple questions for you. 1) How do you think the long jacket concept looks? 2) Which Long-arm concept do you think has the best feel? I might make more long-arm concepts but for now I already have a favorite. Wondering if others that have read the story might have one they think fits the feel of the setting best. Thanks in advance My First Concept Sketch: Heres another I started Last night...just a doodle really, trying some costuming ideas out for the Long Jacket Heres another with some concepts for the Long-arm pistols used by Hicks Another concept with another one for the Long-arm. An enlargment of the Long-arm pistol showed in the above piece.
  15. Thanks nathan, you know how to make a guy feel loved! :tea:
  16. Thanks for reading it super! I appreciate it. I want them to be creepy so thanks, glad to hear that I am obtaining that. As for the two sections of story, they will eventually merge. I am jumping from around like this to introduce you to the various characters before they all meet, hoping to give you the feel of what their lives are like. Hicks is what I am calling a Runner. A person who takes life into their own hands and makes a living by venturing into D-town (Desolation City), the heart of where everything went bad to get various tech, parts, or whatever someone else may need. They are like hired salvage teams. Jon and his son Cooper are just farmers, that have always lived outside of D-town, even prior to the bomb exploding.
  17. This is a WIP, but wanted to share it with you guys... Edited for corrections ************************************************************************** In the distance, the sun was just breaking over the ridge. Jon Brackham crunched his way across the ground, pulling on his hole filled gloves. Overhead the clouds churned and boiled as they always did on Desolation, unnatural, but beautiful none the less. The bomb seemed to have had that effect on most of the world. He slowly approached his outbuilding. Its walls were beaten and battered. Time had definitely taken its toll on the old structure, just as it had on him. He reminisced of when it was a younger, sturdier building. Back when it seemed they would both last forever. But time has a way of corroding things, especially on Desolation. Enduring the radiation storms, earthquakes and the various abominations the bomb had created definitely had taken its toll on everything. “Time to work” He thought to himself, pulling the Bola of his hat tighter around his neck. Stepping inside, the smell of metal and oil assaulted his nostrils. He breathed it all in and reached for the light switch. A quick flicker and sparking sound from the overhead lights could be heard as they illuminated the belly of the building. He slowly made his way over to the mechanical monster that lived within the stomach of this time torn structure. The A3 Reaper, a miracle of modern farming ingenuity. Its reinforced body stood twice as tall as Jon. Nestled atop three massive lift vents, the cab was large enough to house two operators needed to control it. Protruding from its sides were two hydraulic arms that each housed the reaper blades, a system of three long curved blades, laser sharpened for clean quick harvesting, while another two arms held the catching baskets and scoops. Jon ran his hand over the back of one of the blades as he heard the sound of footsteps behind him. “’bout time you got your bones out here!” he said without turning around to see who it was. “Sorry Pop. I had to give Mom a hand with cleanin’ up the dishes.” Jon slowly turned raising an eyebrow at his only son. He was turning out to be a fine young man, a strong able-bodied youth. It hardly seemed that it had been nineteen years since he was born. How small he was then, innocent and pure, just like the sky used to be. He looked so much like his mother; she was in almost every aspect him. Except his eyes, those were his. “Well... no harm no foul I s’pose. Now lets get to work, we got a long day ahead of us.” His son vaulted up onto the Reaper, strapping himself quickly into his operating seat, while Jon slowly followed. “You really think it will be that long? I mean we only got a quarter of a harvest left. We should have that done by mid-afternoon shouldn’t we Pop?” Jon turned once again and looked at his son. “I don’t think so Coop. If we hit it hard and fast like the other days then yea, you’d be right. But bein’ so near to bein’ done, there’s no need to rush. We’ll just take our time and enjoy it. Besides, I think you need to slow down some and take in the quiet. There’s plenty’a noise in the world today, it don’t need any help from us.” Jon’s hand fell to the ignition panel. His fingers flew over the sequence strokes purely from muscle memory and finally lingered over the start button. “Ready?” he grinned at Cooper. “Sure ‘nough.” “Then its go time.” Jon’s finger pressed down on the button and the Reaper began to hum. The hum was joined by the sound of rushing air as Jon pulled the lever to open the lift vents, pushing the whole of the monstrous machine into the air. “Straps secure?” Jon asked. “Check.” “Guidance, Blade control?” “Check, check”. With the last check confirmed Jon pressed forward on the stick, a slight scraping could be heard as the vent panels shifted beneath them driving the massive Reaper forward and out into the light of day. ******************* The sound of gunfire rang through his ears as his finger squeezed back on the trigger again releasing another flash from the end of his barrel. The twin Long-arms lit the night like fireworks at some ancient parade. His hands rising and falling in alternate succession, as if he was conducting a symphony of death, but in place of a baton he led the orchestration with flying lead. The bullets ripped through the oncoming masses but did nothing to halt their approach. Almost as fast as they fell, they would rise again. He looked over to his partner, also engaged in battle, pumping and firing his rifle into the oncoming gang of lumbering bodies. “How you doin over there Jack?” he yelled over the sound of gunfire. “Ah, you know...” he fired a shot, ripping one of the targets legs off at the knee; it spilled forward to its chest. “...makes me feel special that we’re getting so much attention.” Jack pointed his barrel down and let loose another slug into the legless bodies head. “Fall back, I’m almost out!” he yelled to Jack, stepping back, his guns still blazing one after the other. “Jesus Hicks, there’s too many!” Jack yelled, moving backwards toward a shadowed alley. “God damn Breathers are everywhere tonight.” “Must be ‘cause you smell so good.” Jack snickered They quickly side stepped into an alley, using the corner as cover to reload their weapons. Hicks crouched. By the time threw down the empty cylinders of his Long-arms and dropped fresh ones into them Jack had turned the corner to start firing again. “That’s odd.” “What?” “They stopped followin’ us.” “What are you talking about? Stopped following us?” Hicks glanced up at his friend. “No, I’m serious; they’ve turned tail and are leavin’.” Jack began to chuckle “I’m not jokin’, look at ‘em, shambling their Breather hides right on back the way they came!” Hick’s stood and walked out of the alley. “Well, what are they doin’, they got a town meetin’ to go to ‘er something?” He asked Jack. “Can’t say that I have any inclination.” Jack replied as he removed his hat to scratch his head in confusion. “I’ve never seen that in all my trips to D-town.” Hicks’ sentence was cut short as a figure flew over him as if it had leapt, tackling one of the retreating Breathers to the ground. The figure stooped and Hicks watched as whatever it was began to tear and eat at the fallen prey. “What the hell is that?!” Hicks yelled, turning to look at Jack. He saw an eerie glow coming from behind him. Two tiny pin-points, the kind of glow an animals eyes make when the light catches them just right. He tried to yell but was too late, whatever the thing was, had already sprung. Its feet landed on the back of Jacks shoulders; pushing him forward and knocking him down, just as the other had done to the Breather. One massive hand gripped the back of Jacks head, and the other cupped his chin. The hand was twice that of any normal mans. The skin ripped around the predominant joints, exposing the bone of incredibly oversized knuckles. Hicks’ Long-arm rose before him, but it was too late. Quicker than he could pull the trigger back it had twisted Jack’s neck clean around with a loud snap. His face dropped as he glanced to the ground in a moment of reverence for his lost companion. When he lifted his eyes back up, he noted how it peered at him. Stooping over the body of his dead friend, it was almost man like in appearance, and had buried its grotesque hand into Jacks broken neck. In an almost defiant manner it sneered and jerked out his spinal column. Hicks raised his gun once again. Looking the retched thing in the eyes, his finger slowly tensed on the trigger relieving the slack. It began to squat for another pounce. As the massive body began to heave upwards Hicks gave his trigger the final squeeze. The force of the shot sent the creature hurling backwards. The bullet ripped under its jaw, blowing out the top of its head. He looked over his shoulder only to see dozens more of them pouncing and ripping at the retreating Breathers. His gunfire had caught the attention of a few of them, now glaring at him from down the street. His eyes locked with theirs as they began to knock and scrape their massive boney knuckles against the ground. “What the hell?” The knocking and scratching echoed down the streets of Desolation City like war drums, and was soon doubled and then tripled as the others joined in. They had all stopped what they were doing and turned to face him. Dozens of eyes reflected back the light of the night sky and his own eyes widened as he noticed them all beginning to move. “Aw-Hell.” He muttered, turning to run. Managing to stay just beyond their boney outstretched reach, he glanced over his shoulder just in time to see one of them descending upon him. Raising one of his guns back under the opposite arm and let loose a round. The bullet sped to its destination with incredible accuracy, causing it to fall like a rock to the ground below. “Sweet Mother Earth I love this baby.” He said giving the gun a quick kiss without breaking stride. Ahead he could see their H.R.C.’s right where they left them before venturing into the city. He was almost there. Pushing even harder he managed to put a little more space between him and the creatures. The spurs of his boots jingled as he ran up to the cycle. His hands methodically spun his Long-arms into their holsters at his hips. Grabbing the handles he threw a leg over the seat, swinging himself up onto the bike. Kicking his legs out and snapping them back down against the cycles sides; he jammed his spurs into the ignition slots, causing it to roar to life. With a squeeze of the throttle the bike repelled itself nearly three feet from the ground hovering in place. Dust and debris shot into the air as he sped into the distance. Descending from the sky three of the creatures had landed on the very spot he had just vacated. Grabbing one of his Long-arms from its resting place he turned and shot a final farewell into each of their skulls. Flashes of rust colored lightning illuminated the sky behind him as he rode. It was a radiation storm. They were common enough. Nothing he or any other survivor hadn’t seen all too frequently. He turned one last time to look at the city, said a silent prayer and turned back around. Pulling open a lapel of his long jacket, he glanced down. There inside one of his pockets was the thing Jack had died for, a single vial of medicine for his employers’ daughter. “She better be worth it...” He thought as he squeezed the throttle tighter and headed for Eden Valley.
  18. Thanks Supervike! The explosion caused by the AI bomb has rendered technological equipment within its blast radius useless, leaving the survivors no way off the planet. Also the landscape within the radius has become a desolate desert type atmosphere… Only the forunate people outside the blast radius have survived, along with their vehicles etc… Settlements have started to spring up here and there formed by these survivors…But those foolish enough to settle near Desolation have become plagued by their unliving Kinfolk. Runners to Desolation risk their lives, but reap great rewards as well by scavaging through the old city remains. Typical Scenario: ************************* A team of runners attempting to salvage a well pump for a nearby settlement are set upon by a trove of their dead kinfolk and have to fight thier way out, guns blazing and attracting more of the would be undead diners the Runners find themselves backed into what seems to be a no win sich'iation. A Little more explanation of Desolation: The metal is a Natrural Resource of the planet and was mined by the settlers. Its exceptional qualities would be that it is Harder than steel but lighter and more workable. While being mined it was becoming a large commodity to construct various ships and vehicles. The Colonial revolution: As refered to, some of the colonies on various planets wished to govern themselves completely and sever all allegience to Mother Earth or M.E., Desolation was a Loyalist planet for various reasons. However because of its metal the Renegade colonies sought to sieze control of Desolation as they believed if they could produce their machines of war with this metal they would be ensured victory against M.E. Nuclear Summer: The nuclear event caused by the AIBomb has left the planet effected in a multitude of ways aside from just populace and dead technologies. It has caused freak weather conditions, earthquakes, wind storms, Radiation clouds etc...
  19. Just a quick little diddy I wrote up this evening that I thought had some potential for gaming scenarios and possibly a little more story writing. What do you guys think? I've been watching A LOT of zombie movies again lately, along with some Sci-Fi and a couple westerns. Thought a mixture of all three might be an interesting setting, and thus the plantery colony Desolation was born. This was just a quick exercise to let me put it down in writing and get help my thought process along. Let me know what you guys think about it. Sound interesting? ************************************************************************* Welcome to Desolation, population 30566, or at least it was! It was the year 2206, mankind was coming dangerously close to exhausting all of the natural resources on Earth and the population was finally becoming a world wide issue. It was at this time that we, the human race finally began to expand into the deep reaches of the cosmos, terraforming and colonizing various planets as we discovered them. Now, I'd like to tell you that these were the only problems the human race had at this time, however they weren't. War and treachery still ran deep in our veins and the exploration of the cosmos did nothing to quell those flaws. But I'm not here to tell you of a peaceful universe, or of a better mankind, no. I'm here to relate to you, the tale of Desolation. Ya see, Desolation was one of mankind’s first planet colonizing attempts, and it went pretty well at first. It was called home by some of the most rugged, mean colonials you could imagine. Heck, you'd half to be pretty mean and rugged to attempt settling a world before ya knew it would work. But they did it. It was really no time before they had a right good town established and began a nice exporting industry with other colonies on some of the closer planets. About 30 years after Desolation was settled it had grown in leaps and bounds, from a small terraforming colony to a rather decently sized city with some thirty-thousand folk calling it home. However as I told you earlier, a peaceful people we had not become, and with all these various colonies it was inevitable that an eventual take over would occur, and that it did! Being that Desolation's primary export was an extraordinary metal, which had become renowned for its strength, the opposing faction saw it only sensible to seize control of that precious commodity and set out to take over Desolation. They sent an AI-Bomb, developed to eradicate all life within its blast radius yet leave all structures standing and intact, thus leaving them in control of this fantastic metal to harvest and mine. However, they had no way of knowing that the gas from the AI bomb would have a reaction to Desolations atmosphere. Instead of just wiping out life on the fertile planet it caused a reaction that sent Desolation into a sort of nuclear summer. Fires spread, exploding fuel stations and reactor cores causing incredible damage to the planet and city. But that wasn't the worst friend. What it did to the poor folk of Desolation was even more depraved and unthinkable than you can imagine. Those blasted by the nuclear flash we decimated. Some had their life ripped from their bodies, but did not die, instead their bodies still functioned at a carnal, instinctual or bestial, level as it were. While others were reduced to shadows of their former selves, or what we now call Ghasts...they too had been ripped down, mentally, to a carnal level desiring only to satiate what seemed to be an endless hunger. Now it’s rumored a few of those poor folk on Desolation survived. The few salvage missions that were sent to there were said to have never returned, and all attempts to reclaim the mining planet since have ended in tragedy. It has become a Ghost planet and ironically enough, lived up to the name, Desolation.
  20. Yep, unfortunately if you own a website and use any out of the box opensource stuff you are asking for it. Should they really pat themselves on the back though considering they cna download the code, read it and look for a weakness? I know its happened to Jeff Valent Studios a couple times and its happened to Grimey Games as well, which was why i switched stuff from phpBB and PostNuke to the system I use now, which I am switching the CMS again...I decided I dont care for the one I am using anymore...to involved to get news posted. Anyhoo! DOWN WITH HACKERS...if they all got together and did something useful you might actually end up with a decent program. But instead lets all rip apart what someone else has taken the time to create. I would venture to guess that the majority of hackers out there are younger folks with nothing better to do. Someone should introduce them to wargaming. LOL
  21. After a brief discussion over at TMV I have decided to create a Weekly Painting Group, or the WPG which you can read about here. The Group will provide painters with one style/topic per week and then discuss various methods pertaining to that style while also posting images and helping eachother learn new techniques. I have seen this done on a couple concept forums and it seems to be a great learning tool, hoping that changing the medium from graphite to paint wont loose any of the usefulness. Thinking about doing a similar group for sculpting as well. So if you're a painter give the WPG a read and see if you might be interested.
  22. Just updated the Mini Vault again. Added a Gallery for Painting, Sculpting, Converting, and Drawing... All members now gain their own vault and access to a variety of public gallerys to share and discuss their work.
  23. And VIOLA! She is-a Done-a! WEll at least if you are a sculptor or painter as your primary interest. Any more suggestions,,, feel free to post them over at the vault.
  24. Way ahead of ya. I just made it so you can pick Primary and secondary interests...Primary Interest will color code your pin.
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