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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie!          Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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The morning fog roamed endlessly through the deserted caverns of the financial sector ruins, the light from the first of the solar triplets cresting a broken horizon of jagged building rubble and crippled AeroTrain track. Rebels walked the streets, heavily armed with weapons acquired from a recent raid of the San Angeles military base. They walked the streets, compression rifles sweeping slowly back and forth, searching for any foreign being not sharing in their ideals. Their clothes hung off their bodies in the same state of decay that the buildings rested around them. Expressions of combined fear and hardened will washed over their faces. The quiet before the storm permeated an otherwise turbulent city. Much of San Angeles had been claimed by rebel forces. The western coast of the city suffered the greatest damage, while inner sectors to the south had become property of the rebel factions. San Angeles government held fast to the northern and eastern portions of the city. Harbor West agents inhabited multiple regions all over the western Mainland coast. The rebels outnumbered the special agents 150 to 1, but each rebel still feared for his or her life. A mass evacuation had taken place the year before, relocating millions of people to the northern and southern continents. The rebels had claimed the western and eastern coasts of the Mainland, and were closing in towards the middle. Two years had passed. Celeste crouched in rebel garb, compression rifle in hand, behind an impaled portion of an AeroTrain car. It was far easier for her to blend in with the common folk of the para-human movement than to attempt to cooperate with the meta-humans. San Angeles seemed lost, but Harbor West felt it could reclaim the remaining shambles of the city. Reinforcements from distant planets--mostly outcasts--began arriving through any means possible. While the rebels held most of the ground tactical points, Harbor West still possessed the skies. Military ships hovered over parts of the city, monitoring rebel movements openly. One morning, a surface to air missile struck a transport, sending it careening into the Great Ocean. After that, all other ships were deployed under cloaked conditions. Lee, still ranking at primary agent position, had managed to maintain a reconnaissance position at the Paradox Island-Mainland SubTrain tunnel. His second ranking agent, Pat, had managed to secure the third tier of the Mass Transit Center nearest the tunnel as a staging area for a primitive Isis device. They had settled in, and never moved, for the past six months. They both had a scheduled rendezvous with a new recruit, an outcast from the Tarox system, in a few hours. A thick haze seemed to perpetually cover the city. Celeste leaned up against the rusting train car, hearing it creak slightly under her weight, sipping on a mixture of green tea with lemon. Her once emaculate face now stained with the ravages of war, her once silken robes traded for a dirty shred of woven garment stained with the sweat and blood of the para-human movement, she sat and gazed off towards the distant shores of Paradox Island. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-03-06 09:16 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I have viewed the announcement, but my computer retains cookies in a weird way. So, it's just my PC. And my work PC. Any my school PC. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Wow. I love your concept of "rich". I'd never work in the food industry, but that's just me.
I basically have got two offers going that I can take. I'm forcing one company to give me their final decision by Monday, or I'm taking Sony's offer. So, we'll see on Monday. Otherwise, I'll be at the other company. In the long run, Sony's offer is just better. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Look, I'm not a technology dork.
It's just the way my computer is set up. I can get the thingy to disappear, but it requires more on my part than just deleting a cookie. It's fixed now, and that's it. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| It's about damned time.
Saw a demo using the physics-based card at E3. That thing kicks ass. It's probably easier to have a separate card handle all physics-based animation than to attempt to recreate it for a video card. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| She gazed fondly at the buildings, mentally reminiscing of the days of old, "To think that just a few years ago these buildings all laid in ruins." She dipped a delicate finger in her tea, gently stirring it around.
Pat walked up, wiping away the blood from his nose and stared at Lee. He took a seat, opposite Christine, and waited for Server One's analysis. "Good. You're both here. Now I can proceed," she took a long sip of her tea and placed the disc inside a pocket, "but, you will find out when the time is right." Pat violently stood up knocking the chair into the street, and leaned dangerously close to Server One, "I want to know now." Lee stood up, but was gestured to sit back down by Server One. She removed the disc, held it in both hands, and snapped it in half, "You will find out when the time is right." Wide-eyed and distraught, Pat stormed away towards the transit station. Lee and Christine sat at the table, staring at the snapped disc. Server One leaned back in her chair, lifting up the tea cup saucer, revealing an identical disc. "You didn't think I'd snap the actual disc, did you?" "No," Lee started leaning back into his chair and watching as Pat's shadow disappeared in the distance, "I'm aware of how you followed us all those years. Spending the war as a rogue. I saw you that night." Celeste placed the disc on top of her tea cup. The disc began spinning rapidly, instantly projecting a stream of data over the disc. The ex-agent sat in awe watching the disc recreate its holographic data without the use of a reader. She waved her hand over the swirling stream of numbers and letters, while Lee watched the data morph around her hand forming into a meteor-like object, slowing rotating. "What is it?" Lee asked, watching the data stream. "A meteor," Christine spoke, her eyes fixed on the rotating rock. "Yes, it is. But do you know why this disc contains data on a meteor?" she gazed into the skies towards the swirling rain clouds beginning to disperse from the showers last week. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| You promised me complete pleasure in death. I demand my pleasure or your death or both.
I think I saw something close to this at E3, but it was more bloody and for the XBOX 360. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| You're not sexy anymore. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Just because you have an existing character in the project series doesn't mean that you can't create a new character based on what you'd like to do in the series. And since, second only to me, Elara has a greater foundation of what the stories are, she should help you out with this.
Since I'm playing catch-up on the timelines, and I expect to update some more in the next few days, you may see a bit more character development from the other major characters. I also have to work on my offline version of this, since they're not up-to-date with each other anymore. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Continuing...
He reappeared at a nearby intersection, the time freeze seconds away from lifting, and watched as two familiar figures ran towards the Zona District. He stepped out of the shadows, into their paths, with an outstretched hand towards the woman. "The disc, please," he spoke holding out a gloved hand. She moved to retrieve the disc, but was impeded by the other man. He immediately recognized the man as Lee. "It's mine, and you already have a copy." Pat took a step forward, "I know. I want the original." He watched Lee move backward, and noticed as traffic resumed movement around them. He was planning something. Pat dropped down, ready to tackle Lee. "Stop this, Pat. Let the past go. It was entirely," Pat launched forward tackling Lee in mid-sentence. "Your fault!" Pat yelled rolling with Lee to the ground. They came to a stop in the middle of a busy streetway, automated vehicles narrowly missing them both. "This is all your fault!" Pat pulled back for a punch, but instead received a crushing blow to the face from Lee launching him over a passing taxi and back onto the streetway. Lee flipped to his feet, looking anxiously around, "No, Pat, this is your fault. You killed Jo'Rel on your own. You stole my kill. What I did for justification was just settling the score." Pat ached, but struggled to his feet, a small trickle of blood flowing from his nose, "What you did was vile. It serves no justification." He jumped onto a passing AngelNet bus, dropping onto Lee's shoulder, the two of them rolling into traffic. Pat reared back, producing an energy gun from his trenchcoat, and sat on top of Lee's chest, gun poised to fire. "Any last words?" He felt a weight shift, but it was too late for him to compensate for Lee's motions. He was hit in the back, his weapon dropping and reversed back at him. "Just one," Lee retorted while pulling out his own weapon, "good-bye." "End it. Take my life," Pat growled at Lee. He seemed to be in a distant land. He had heard that Lee was going through a series of flashbacks to the days of the Great War. "No," Lee holstered his weapon, and replaced Pat's weapon in its holster, "you'd enjoy that too much." Lee shoved Pat off him and stood up in traffic, "We'll settle matters another day. Now," he pointed towards the Island, "go home." Pat quickly stood up to face his once fellow agent, now rival. He stared intently into Lee's crimson eyes, the solar triplets setting just beyond them. "You're lucky you can't die," Pat hissed through clenched teeth before spatting a stream of blood onto a passing taxi. He turned and disappeared into the shadows, running towards the cafe. He was sure Lee was headed towards the cafe, and he had to reach Christine before Lee caught up to her. He caught up to them already seated at the cafe table with Server One. After readjusting his clothes and dusting off, he walked up and sat down next to Christine. Server One dipped a finger into her tea, stirring it gently before placing the disc in her pocket, "...you will find out when the time is right." After two encounters in the city, and running that distance, Pat become greatly enraged. He violently stood up, slamming his fists upon the table, "I want to know now." His eyes pierced the solemn eyes of Server One. Lee stood up to counter Pat, but sat down at a small gesture from Server One. She removed the disc from a pocket, held it firmly in both hands, and snapped it in half. Discs don't snap that easily. Fine, I'll play along, but I will get my information. He gathered himself, and turned to walk back towards the station. On the way, he removed his copied disc and tried to snap it as Server One had done at the cafe. The disc gave slightly, but held its rigid form. He held it up to the moonlight of Isis, watching the colors swirl back and forth across the optical disc's surface. He was determined to discover the meaning of the information. Perhaps it was time to visit a few old Harbor West agents. He sat at his desk peering out to the streetway below abuzz with traffic from the mid-day business flow. Components of the Isis device strewn about his desk, he touched a contact on the wall and placed the holodisc in a waiting tray. His holoemitters rotated around projecting a large image of a meteor in the middle of his living room. The data stream flowing just to the left of it. He stood, walked through the meteor, grabbed onto the data stream and moved it towards his desk. The stream looked highly familiar. He depressed a contact on the Isis device housing, ejecting a small data wafer. He placed the wafer in a receiving slot on his computer and watched as that data stream flowed across his monitors. The streams were identical. His hands quickly flew across the contacts on the keyboard, mutating the stream into a format he could easily understand. His eyes grew wide. Pushing back from the desk and retrieving his coat, he ran out the door towards the elevator bank. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-04-06 10:15 PM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Elaborate fight scene from the second chapter, I think:
He shot out a quick punch towards Pat, but was blocked by his left arm and accidentally tripped the mobile transporter contacts hidden below Pat's sleeve. Pat disappeared as Lee looked around for his opponent, realizing he had appeared behind him. He mentally activated his mobile transporter narrowly avoiding a drop kick, and reappeared in front of Pat's outstretched leg. He quickly and firmly grasped onto Pat's foot, and twisted him into a fast-spinning spiral. Lee jumped into the air in an attempt to land a hard, crushing punch on the spinning ex-agent, but landed in the midst of a disappearance. He backflipped over the sweeping motion of Pat's leg, landing behind Pat and executed two quick jabs to the back of Pat's neck before mentally engaging the transporter again. Pat appeared in front of him, connecting a powerful blow to Lee's chest, launching him backwards across the fountain floor. Before impacting with the ground, Lee removed his sword and disappeared in flash of light. He appeared behind Pat, his sword just inches from the irate ex-agent's back. Pat quickly spun around, slicing his back and uniform along the sharp edge of the sword, a tinge of blood seeping into the air and blade. The swords clanged upon each, each man standing dimly lit by the rays of Isis. Lee swiftly shifted upon on a charging Pat, blasting his opponent's sword out of his hands and into a nearby wall. He leapt into the air, slicing towards Pat's shoulder, but instead embedded the blade deeply into the pavement. Unable to quickly extract the weapon, he flipped onto his feet prepared to counter his attacker. They stood watching each as the familiar lights and sirens from approaching Night Squadron vehicles filled the night air. Lee flipped forward, retrieving his weapon, and landed in front of Pat. "Fine, but next time, I take the watch with or without your cooperation," he cast his left arm towards the trenchcoat causing it to immediately fly into his grasp before turning to face Isis, "give my regards to T’om." He flipped backwards onto his feet once more before dissolving into the shadows of the surrounding buildings. The next relevant update should follow this. I just needed to update the fight scene since I hadn't done that before. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-05-06 01:11 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I have no three month void. I have a two week void. I start my summer quarter on the 12th until September 3rd. | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Reread your title, Spoiler: , and get a clue. You told us to prepare for complete pleasure in death. You promised me pleasure, now where's your death?idiot |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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BLARGH!!Spoiler: No, seriously, stay off my lawn. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Two days and 300 drawing later:
This is a PCD assigned to TMC (Transportation Mobility Commission) Senior Engineer Brandon Demaria. If you're fortunate to be able to freeze frame the footage, you may be able to spot information that Brandon shouldn't have access to, but does. Unfortunately, his PCD is shut down after he views that information. This is part of the story, but not instrumental just yet. It did take me two days of drawing, and 300 individual drawings to animate this. And, I am not doing it again until I get Flash and a tablet. Or, until I complete my other two videos. Or...whatever. I've got stories to update. (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-05-06 01:27 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Not really, since I'm class of 2000, and future class of 2009.
I shall be spending the summer (hopefully) at a new job where I can move up rather than stay rooted in the same position. I'm hoping it will be Sony Pictures Mobile, otherwise, my second hopeful is Amp'd Mobile. Either way, I'll be making more money to help pay off the credit cards faster. I'm going to be fighting my school as well, since they're all douches. Damned ITT Tech. I am not finishing the Paradox Island series any time soon. It has been at least eight years. I don't think it'll happen within this year. I give it another two years. I'd like to finish filming three projects this year, but I will need the support of my friends to complete them. Meh. Maybe Jack'll get a new paintjob. |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| There's a reason why the screen appears dirtier towards the end. I took one drawing of the PCD and animated within the screen. However, I did do it by erasing and redrawing every single image 300 or so times. So, after the first 50 images, I could see all the erasure marks, but the camera I used to take the photos couldn't. I turned the light and white balance meter up, so it hit most of the erasure marks. The animation would have been longer, but the screen began to get "dirty" towards the end of the 300, so I stopped.
They are 300 photos though, with the camcorder set on a tripod over my drawing pad. Which is why you'll randomly see something orange in the corner. That's my little rag that I use to keep my hand dry (I have sweaty palms). |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| I'm gonna spend most of summer wondering why the birds only poop on my car.
And wondering where I want to go with my pending degree and career choice. Hopefully, I'll move up in the QA world... You're gonna have an orgy with preschoolers? You're sick. You need help.  (Last edited by Zabuza on 06-05-06 02:34 AM) |
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| How is that possibly relevant to my being bitter and pissed of all the time? | |||
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Stitch Roy Koopa Holy crap, it is the RoboCoonie! Since: 08-20-04 From: California Since last post: 946 days Last activity: 946 days |
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| Yeah, quite awesome, except this was a thread about my art. |
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