Description from original post (created 2016-02-15 08:26):
Reigneer UnitHello! Really am sorry for being inactive most of the time, college is taking a big toll on my free time, but I'll try my best to do at least small projects which can be completed easily. This skin series was actually for the Nuclear Winter Skin Contest but I backed out because my rendering programs malfunctioned. Finally found a suitable way to render my skins using Blender, using the tutorial I will mention below. Three things for you guys. Merry Christmas! Happy New Years! Happy Valentines'! I'm not sure if I should make bonus augments anymore... Maybe later. Enjoy!
Blender Skin Render Tutorial: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_C3CCz5S75A
Minecraft Cycles Blender Rig: http://www.rymdnisse.net/download/blender-rigs/minecraft-blender-rig/
Jukebox Music
Riders by Two Steps from Hell
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Reigneer Classes
Stock
Armour Level: Medium Hazmat/Winter Protection, Light Ballistic Vest, Basic Non-lethal/Lethal Weaponry
Description: Standard issue stock outfit for regular Reigneer expertise. Most compatible with specialisation augments.
Jockey
Armour Level: Medium Hazmat/Winter Protection, Reindeer Harness, Shaded full-head visor, Basic Non-lethal Weaponry
Description: Augment specialised to manage and ride reindeer. Comes prepared with additional rope, deer ration packs of leaves, mushrooms and water.
Story
Journal Entry of Matre Iseous Xavier
I continued marching on this wasteland alone, possibly farther away from the Arkade checkpoint. When I would run out of the only, near-depleted canister of the purest air I breathed, I would have to travel again and take another hit. I couldn't risk that, knowing I still couldn't control where I land. The beacon must be activated before the end... Where have they moved it?!
At moments of fatigue and injury, I do wonder why I stayed on this hopeless world. The radiation seemed to grow stronger every hour, adhering to the fatal, biting blizzards that racked a war-torn continent the size of Russia and Antarctica combined. Like the most stubborn man I ever was, I chose to go forward indefinitely, not considering the slightest possibility someone around could know the coordinates of the Arkade that exploded hundreds of years ago. I need to find some light in the near horizon.
But it showed itself to me through glitters of torchfire and muzzle flashes. Great, muggers out in the wilderness are perfect, I shouted out. The perfect time has come for them to graze my hazard-leather suit which kept me from nuclear exposure and hypothermic death.
Before I could react to the bullets nearly missing the leathers, a sudden red light emerged and rested glowing above them; I heard stomping and furious grunting from behind, and watched a charging reindeer gallop past towards the startled lights. Explosions accompanied the men's screams. Several black shrapnel landed on my feet.
After their lights died down, what seemed like a dwarf came up to me holding a box half its size. I stepped forward to illuminate the contents held by the masked elf soldier - several clean gas canisters, pastes of food rations, water cantinas, two flashlights, a pistol and ammunition. It acquired a flashlight, waved it around and pointed a thick, leather finger at itself, suggesting I call them for help using that. In the immediate distance, two silhouettes of reindeers being ridden by more elves appeared and called to return their deliverer.
The elf turned to shoot a stranged flare up into the hazy dark sky above. As soon as all the elves vanished in sight, the red flare exploded sideways like antlers of their reindeers. I guess this beacon wouldn't be that hard to find anymore.
I continued marching on this wasteland alone, possibly farther away from the Arkade checkpoint. When I would run out of the only, near-depleted canister of the purest air I breathed, I would have to travel again and take another hit. I couldn't risk that, knowing I still couldn't control where I land. The beacon must be activated before the end... Where have they moved it?!
At moments of fatigue and injury, I do wonder why I stayed on this hopeless world. The radiation seemed to grow stronger every hour, adhering to the fatal, biting blizzards that racked a war-torn continent the size of Russia and Antarctica combined. Like the most stubborn man I ever was, I chose to go forward indefinitely, not considering the slightest possibility someone around could know the coordinates of the Arkade that exploded hundreds of years ago. I need to find some light in the near horizon.
But it showed itself to me through glitters of torchfire and muzzle flashes. Great, muggers out in the wilderness are perfect, I shouted out. The perfect time has come for them to graze my hazard-leather suit which kept me from nuclear exposure and hypothermic death.
Before I could react to the bullets nearly missing the leathers, a sudden red light emerged and rested glowing above them; I heard stomping and furious grunting from behind, and watched a charging reindeer gallop past towards the startled lights. Explosions accompanied the men's screams. Several black shrapnel landed on my feet.
After their lights died down, what seemed like a dwarf came up to me holding a box half its size. I stepped forward to illuminate the contents held by the masked elf soldier - several clean gas canisters, pastes of food rations, water cantinas, two flashlights, a pistol and ammunition. It acquired a flashlight, waved it around and pointed a thick, leather finger at itself, suggesting I call them for help using that. In the immediate distance, two silhouettes of reindeers being ridden by more elves appeared and called to return their deliverer.
The elf turned to shoot a stranged flare up into the hazy dark sky above. As soon as all the elves vanished in sight, the red flare exploded sideways like antlers of their reindeers. I guess this beacon wouldn't be that hard to find anymore.
(Actually made a logo too. Seems I put a bit of effort into this contest before forfeit xD)
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