Творчество

А я уж про King's Quest подумал, грешным делом.

Фак, не я один...

Zonda, Макс Пейн из какой части? Если из первой, то ты забыл про его сумасшедшую ухмылку со складками вокруг рта, как у Брюса Уиллиса.

 

Понятно...

 

Может, я конечно перебарщиваю, но не могу этого не продемонстрировать. Помню, я была на даче с родителями (они меня всегда заставляли с ними ездить), скучала... под рукой были ручки и лист бумаги... На картине изображены мой брат и мама (слева направо). рЫсовалось с натуры)))

 

Я понимаю. Мне хорошо знакомы особенности отдыха на свежем воздухе. )

 

Zonda, ниндзя на картинке про Сауспарк имеет на любу эдакую блямбу, которую в паинте не нарисуешь. Колись, фотошоп/фотопаинт поди?

 

Fijunia, справа марсианский осьминог, по-моему. А так неплохо.

 

Новая версия кавера на ГО, в котором я исполнила роль вокалистки (перепетая партия, насколько я помню, хотя не факт).

Скачать можно тут - уже нельзя.

 

Timur
Эмблему вставлял из картинки, а так уже все мое.

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Low_Pressure
Макс Пейн из второй

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Самого трудного было рисовать: это Сектора и чувака из Братства стали

 

В интернет порылся и вот:

 

И? Так это из нета или сам рисовал? Судя по размеру - из нета... Если не сам, то что эта картинка делает в "творчестве"?

 

Я фильм снял недавно.
Смотреть нужно со звуком, а то эффекта не будет.
Первая часть- Duke Ellington- Take The A Train.
Вторая часть- Pink Floyd- Time
Начинается все с упадка, а заканчивается расцветом. Ссылка на фильм:
http://ru.youtube.com/watch?v=RJ7t0hIOFLU

 

Нарисовала обои на рабочий стол себе. А то что-то в последнее время ничего не рисую.

 

В воскресенье собрались, и сыгранули дуэтом
"Испанский танец №2" Э.Гранадоса:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayBDEpbklXo

 

Креатив на тему Battlestar Galactica. На английском.
Это вроде как вступление.
Battlestar Galactica: The Black Lance

The Fall of the Twelwe Colonies.

“…sooner or later, the day comes when you can't hide from the things that you've done anymore”.

Anna Zyral switched off the receiver. “Alright, that’s it with the obligatory list of things to do today”. She checked both construction sites – the Pride of Picon and the Warbird – earlier, as well as every ship and strike craft wing of the Black Lance. Neither action took too much time with the use of neural network. No more useful things to do today.

She relaxed in the command chair of the Iron Hand. The chair belongs to her, as well as the ship – and many other ships. She is an admiral – but not like any other. She leads the Black Lance.

Actually, no. She doesn’t “lead” the Black Lance. How can you “lead” something that is not moving anywhere – since 40 years ago?

Well, there’s nothing to complain about. When there is no war, a weapon – and the Black Lance is a weapon – should hang on the wall. Any crossing of the Line can cause a disaster.

Her duty – like her predecessor’s – was to keep the Black Lance ready for use. All ships were always ready for combat deployment. The R&D division was constantly active. New weapons and ships were designed. There was also much progress in other areas – like that new medical nanite technology already in test phase.

She accessed a fragment of her memory – forty years earlier. She was a lieutenant then, she piloted a Viper in combat against the Cylons. Somebody noticed her performance – extremely good performance – and she was offered a place in a top secret unit that used cutting-edge technologies which included extensive cybernetic modifications. And she agreed – she knew she was good, but she wanted to become even better. And she did.

Inhuman strength and agility – to the point where she could kill a Centurion with bare hands (which she had to do several times). Improved analytical and memorizing abilities, which also include replaying records of visual memory. Halted aging process. Ability to control a ship though neural interface as if it was an extension of her own body.

And also there was isolation from the rest of the society. Well, not complete isolation. The Black Lance shares its discoveries with the Colonies. Sometimes it builds unique ships like the Pride – a huge colony ship that can bring many thousands of people to a new world, something that wasn’t build before. And, of course, it gets new recruits.

…She was back in the cockpit of a Mark IV Viper – a new experimental model. It was a good fighter. Much better than these used by regular forces. Not only because of its better speed, maneuverability, protection and weapons – it was one with her. Its sensors are her eyes, and its guns are her fists. She can see every shell fired by the raiders and she doesn’t let any of these to come close – while her own shots tear the enemies apart one ye one. She pities the Colonial pilots who will never be able to experience what she does now…

Suddenly, an alarm sounded.

“Attention all Colonial units. Cylon attack underway”.

“Seems like the time for Black Lance to serve its purpose”.

Zyral started sending out orders through the neural net. Send Blinks throughout the Colonial space to figure out the location of the enemy forces, then… - she was interrupted by a contact alert. Multiple contacts, unknown configuration, presumably a new Raider type – they are sending out a signal… cannot identify signal –ordering Alpha fighter squadron to launch and intercept – RADIOLOCIGAL ALARM!

The nuclear salvo was meant for the Iron Hand. All missiles were shot down by Alpha squadron and the battlestar’s defensive batteries. Several of the Raiders fell prey to the Mark XI’s, the others withdrew.

More contacts – this time a star-shaped capital ship exiting the jump almost on top of the battlestar. And it immediately started launching missiles from point blank range. RADIOLOGICAL ALARM!

There was too little time to do anything. The Iron Hand rocked violently as it was hit by nuclear detonations. The Black Lance ship managed to return fire – two of the star’s beams were torn off by rail battery fire, but the enemy ship was still alive. Other ships tried to close in and assist, but they were too far away to help. After the fifth detonation Zyral saw several more enemy ships on DRADIS, and then there was the sixth. The neural net overloaded, and the admiral blacked out.

 

IDF M60A1 Blazer

 

Фигасе. Опять насобирал.

 

Ага.Без этого не могу =)

 

Круто!
Моделько явно не "Звезда" выпустила
Задувал аэрографом?

 

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Вот так!

 

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