DWIV - 3D - Jimmies
polycounter lvl 18
I intend to do something, god dammit!
Something!
I don't promise quality, I don't even promise a finished product. I only promise something.
Last time I tried, i had a few decent ideas but cannot remember them very well. Perhaps I will use an older idea or just think fo something new.
Going to do one concept piece for each class of each race while I think it out more.
Something!
I don't promise quality, I don't even promise a finished product. I only promise something.
Last time I tried, i had a few decent ideas but cannot remember them very well. Perhaps I will use an older idea or just think fo something new.
Going to do one concept piece for each class of each race while I think it out more.
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Some crap ass workin in progress
SHOCK lobster
once a fisherman on a distant fishing satellite, he has been called into battle after being fused with an ancient artifact of electricity.
(Either an anchor, giant fish hook, or boat wheel. Thoughts?)
Currently he is wearing
A. Pants pulled up to his throat and held in place by a belt (revise?)
B. Nothing else... yet Suggestions?
i'm liking the boat wheel thing. Each little handle thing is a seperately charged magic rod with the focal point being the polycount logo.
Can be used to pump electricty through the body of the user, and also to toss and shield. I intend to refine it into a shape more suitable to an object to be used for all those things
Trying out a new thing/
His name is Frederick and he is a "Dragon"
Being a "Dragon" he feels the need to breathe fire. After a book written in a foreign language came across his desk (he holds an entry level insurance desk job) he began to apply this mentality to his life. Although he cannot "Breathe" fire, he wields a blow torch and a mean temper.
(maybe, i'm working on it give me a break)
Frederick held tight the winning ticket.
Finally, his obsession had paid off. Every night after work, he had purchased a lotto ticket, hoping to win some obscene amount of cash as a prize. Mumblings of war went unheeded as he flipped his image box to the lotto.
The numbers matched his own.
A silent optimism filled the room.
Everything would be different.
Upon entering the lotto complex, something was immediately odd about it all.
No smiling faces, chuckling clerks, or gawking jerks..
The room was whiter than a famous smile. The air was clean.
A single being stood in front of him
"Welcome, our esteemed winner, to the military!"
Our humble protagonist uttered but a solitary word...
"Fuck."
If they refused to side with the other more hostile planets, they would be massacred by the robot/demon hordes.
So, Frederick is our loverly "Everyman".
He is given but a solitary weapon, the most powerful single artifact known to his kind.
Back in the days of his races savagery, there was a struggle between his kind and their gods.
Some gods sided with the underlings. Eventually, One final god remained. He controlled their second sun, and upon being struck a dying blow, detonated the sun. The remaining gods used all their power to seal as much of the blast into an object, but only succeeded in sealing a portion of it. The remaining blast incinerated them, and half of the world.
Until recently, the object was sitting in a warehouse, cause you know, they're all pacifist like.
New stuff....
Throwing out ideas.
He's Quimbly, The quilted knight. He wields a spool of very very strong thread with his needle...
May make the spool more mechanical/automatic looking if I continue with this guy. I had another idea for a weapon, which would be a lance that had a pressure sensitive tip, and three shotgun barrels in a pointing inward toward the tip...so when it stabs something...nothing but ground beef.
Colors are poopy right now.