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wow.. thats a lot of communications... like.. a thousand or something
omfg! hahaaha! Man, strider! exceeded my expectations!
I'll see what other people come up with before i give youa score though
I'll see what other people come up with before i give youa score though
Do you have an idea for the next one? is this going ot be a long running series now?
Simply create an advert to sell my product.
Points go for
1) humour,
2) images
3) creativity
The competition lasts 2 days, and the winner chooses the next product and also judges.
The firt product is -
A posable Jesus doll, on casters
3, 2, 1 GO!
there are a lot of spaces in the file paths. perhaps something to do with it. hammer doesnt like spaces
pwnage!!
the posing in this one doesnt seem as good as previous ones, but still great!
9/10
source IS BETTER THAN 1.6. FACE IT.Fearian, you're a fucking idiot.
1) The source editor is REALLY REALLY TERRIBLE... and its buggy. Source games HAVE to be used with steam, so half the time you cant test the maps you've been working on because Steam has fucked up somehow.
2) HL1 was a better game, and the mapping is certainly better too.
HL2 was great, no doubt, but it just wasnt as good as HL1... It was all graphics and physics. And it didn't really follow up HL1 at all...
3) HL1 mapping is just plain fun... You do what you want to do, and making textures for it is soo easy.
4) HL2 mapping is like using a Mac... You are simply sharing the experiance, and if you get something done, so much the better. Its horribly buggy... And the editor.. its just nasty. It doesn't feel as good... Like it was made for people who blatantly play awp_map repeatedly...
[/rant]
Looks like you got rid of the GMOD text in the corneryeah, i thought i should stop being lazy [/quote]
actually just 1152 x 864me = 800 x 600
i though this issue was supposed to be about him getting around that fenceWell, like i said, the last issue (9) was an intro to the next chapter, and this one is about him trying to live on the streets when he cant get back to the cafe
..you look like neo
aww. great one.
shame about the terrible headline, though
shame about the terrible headline, though
Hello The Hunter! This is your 3453rd login.
Joined: 15th August 2004 (550 days ago)
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Joined: 15th August 2004 (550 days ago)
Forum posts: 2345 (4.3)
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ISSUE 10!!!!
I'm not very happy with this one.. but hey...
Maps:
dm_overwatch
I'm not very happy with this one.. but hey...
Maps:
dm_overwatch
Trust The Herald.. nobody reads it anyways
well i think we shouldnt rush. i mean, unless coldfeet contacts us, we're gonna have to create an entire chapter 3 anyways... y'know? i think it would be better to make something memorable , even if it does take another year (which it wont)
maybe its because there's a fucking new paragraph before the closing [/img] tag. god damnit im so pissed off today
EDIT BUTTON NOOB
i dont understand what you mean 
SpaG ftw
Dorian, you fail!
fun, coffee
are the lights models? they look great.. and is that the texture you used for the hostage situation truck lights? .. the beam, i mean...
Also, you havent forgotten about Hostage Situation have you?
The walls look cool and detailed, and i'm sure the emptiness will be filled exceptionally with the
Look'n good
Also, you havent forgotten about Hostage Situation have you?
The walls look cool and detailed, and i'm sure the emptiness will be filled exceptionally with the
Crates and other stuff
Look'n good
News
Issue 10 will be released tommorrow.
Sorry about the long wait (not that any of you care)
but i have been having problems with gmod... all fixed now.
Issue 10 will be released tommorrow.
Sorry about the long wait (not that any of you care)
but i have been having problems with gmod... all fixed now.
repeats previous two posts
rowleybob wants my secret map's babies
<insert omgtaculous TWHL pun here>
<cough> The Whole Half-Life </cough>
ok, so unbreakable & coldfeet then. the only people who still need to post some sort of progress...
Also, i know i have asked for 2 weapons so far (both of which i beleive pepper has agreed to) {mini & zmg}
but, would we also be able to use a few CS weapons.. legally? i mean.. i know its not original.. but its cool.. and i really would like to see more weapons.. I mean, look at how many Opp4 had, and that was one of the things that made it so much fun... Surely no aditional moddelling would be required, so is it not sorta a copy + paste thing?
Also, i know i have asked for 2 weapons so far (both of which i beleive pepper has agreed to) {mini & zmg}
but, would we also be able to use a few CS weapons.. legally? i mean.. i know its not original.. but its cool.. and i really would like to see more weapons.. I mean, look at how many Opp4 had, and that was one of the things that made it so much fun... Surely no aditional moddelling would be required, so is it not sorta a copy + paste thing?
Rifk! this is probably the funniest damn video i've ever seen.
Great find, david.
The kid is.. like... HAH
Great find, david.
The kid is.. like... HAH
oooh totally stolen. fuck off coffee
god damnit daubster. you made me do that 
/glee ^_^
@ Seventh -
Its pretty much CTF deathmatch, d0d... only realistic, with 2 bullets to a death on a rifle... So players who join mid-round just wait for the next spawn (like BF2 you have to wait to spawn)
As for the problem, the first one is definately server based.
The second 1 is probably due to so few spawn points, but could also be due to the server not set up to allow people to download its custom content. /guess
Its pretty much CTF deathmatch, d0d... only realistic, with 2 bullets to a death on a rifle... So players who join mid-round just wait for the next spawn (like BF2 you have to wait to spawn)
As for the problem, the first one is definately server based.
The second 1 is probably due to so few spawn points, but could also be due to the server not set up to allow people to download its custom content. /guess
Operation Flashpoint is great! aw man, i want to play it again now!
/reinstalls
do people still play online?!
/reinstalls
do people still play online?!
Pretty self-explanitory... Talk about your experiances with games. Be they funny, crazy, to do with ZombieLoffe or just fun, talk about them here
im sick of all the official maps... especially crossfire and frenzy..
bootcamp and bounce are k...
hATE snarkpit
bootcamp and bounce are k...
hATE snarkpit
ZL, if you put videos on this site, you'd get banned for explicit content
HAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHHAHA! BRILLIANT!
you probably will have to redo them all. you'll have a complete mass of intervening brushes on a microscopic scale... anything you carve with a non-rectangular brush is potentially lethal
eeep! a carver! UNHOLY MAJIK! BURN HIM!
what's that meant to mean?
FresheD hates me
FresheD hates me
i just love this
This had all come down to a simple stumble in Erik?s office which had resulted in him falling onto the dog which barked loudly and smashed out the window in surprise, landing on the ?launch missiles at jets? button which in turn, fired the missile that blew up the ME-14eleven-niner that un-imaginably coincidentally was flying right over the manufacturing factory of ?We know where you live security systems? that caught fire and burned down due to the flames coming off the plane?s wreckage.This is what i write when i come home from night clubs
Yeah.. well, basically i was writing a book for an english project... and sorta.. failed.. so i sorta.. mutated it.. and sorta.. the results were sorta... freaking awsome... sorta...
Its unfinished, but hey. tell me what you think.
Chapter 1
Blimpot had always been a sock farmer. His father did it. His father?s father did it. And his father?s father?s father did it. For some strange reason his father?s father?s father?s father actually mined shoelaces but that?s another story.
The crops were good this year ? A whole two fields were blooming with pink frock-socks and another three with long-johns which would sell at a fantastic price what with winter coming. However, the price of socks wasn?t on Blimpot?s mind that morning. He was a bit jittery as the first meeting of the town?s amateur astronomers was being held at his house today. It was a large event seeing as it was the town?s only social activity apart from the great annual sock sale that believe it or not occurred every year.
?Oh ?eck,? Blimpot started as there was a thump on the door, ?The bligh?ers are early.?
***
??And continuing from article eight sub-section nineteen, I believe that space is in fact, endless.? A Sharp young college graduate who had failed to give his name finished speaking, his eyes fluttering around the six assembled men who were scratching themselves or twiddling their fingers absent-mindedly. He coughed loudly and stared at Blimpot knowing that if any response to his speech was to be expected, the first question would have to come from their host, ?As I was saying, kind sir. I believe that space is in fact endless.?
Blimpot scratched his head, ?But I don?t like butter.? he stated matter-of-factly feeling rather proud of himself.
The rest of the group of men agreed with Blimpot and so the rest of the day was reasonably eventless unless you count the untimely suicide of the unnamed college graduate.
***
Twenty-six miles east of Blimpot?s house, a man dressed entirely in black was sitting behind a desk, talking on the phone. It was a fairly good desk and had served the man well over the years but this was one encounter it wouldn?t survive.
?You did WHAT?? the man screamed down the phone and hammered his fist off the desk which decided that it would be more fun in the great office in the clouds and gave up on life, collapsing to the floor in a pile of paper, metal and wood.
The man swore loudly and threw the phone out the window before cursing again when he remembered that he had been using his expensive mobile and not the office phone.
He pressed a little button on the wall,
?Sandra? Yeah, call my driver. I?m leaving work early today. Thanks. Bye.?
He got up and sighed as he examined the wreckage of the desk which was at that very moment being re-united with its long-dead family.
Trying to calm himself down by playing Killswitch Engage on his MP3 player, the man dressed in black strolled out of the office block and into an awaiting limousine which revved, coughed, spluttered, died, revved and then spluttered again before finally driving off down the street.
***
The man whom had been on the other end of the phone, broken on the road and being driven over by the limousine was named Erik and he was managing sales director for the company ?We know where you live security systems.? The reason the man in the black had been so angry at Erik was that about three minutes prior to phoning, Erik had spectacularly burned down the entire manufacturing factory for ?We know where you live security systems,? killed the man in black?s dog and shot down an ME-14eleven-niner Jet plane that just happened to be the property of John Longshot, CEO of ?We know where you live security systems? and now deceased.
This had all come down to a simple stumble in Erik?s office which had resulted in him falling onto the dog which barked loudly and smashed out the window in surprise, landing on the ?launch missiles at jets? button which in turn, fired the missile that blew up the ME-14eleven-niner that un-imaginably coincidentally was flying right over the manufacturing factory of ?We know where you live security systems? that caught fire and burned down due to the flames coming off the plane?s wreckage.
Erik heard a car pull up outside his office, parking next to the ?launch missiles at jets? button. It was a black limousine and stepping out of it was the man in black.
Erik almost wet himself. The man in black never made personal visits unless it was very important.
***
?And that is why you?re going to leave this city right now.? The man in black finished his forty-six minute long speech on why it was dangerous to throw dogs out of windows, shoot down planes and ruin major companies.
?And if I refuse?? Erik asked sheepishly.
?You?ll join the dog down on the pavement below.?
This statement was greeted by a silence in which Erik contemplated what had been said.
?But the elevator?s broken.? He said finally.
?THE WINDOW, YOU IDIOT! I?LL THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!? The man in black shouted louder than he had done over the phone.
?I?m sorry sir, but I must decline. I feel I may get hurt by being thrown out the window. And to show my outrage at this ludicrous window-throwing scheme, I shall leave this city. Right. Now.? Erik said stubbornly
The man in black rolled his eyes and left the office leaving Erik standing alone with his thoughts that at that very moment were going something like this ?
?Cow man, and his side kick Ass-hat man, are going out on their most dangerous mission yet!? to the theme tune of I?m sorry I haven?t a clue.
It was this tune that Erik was singing as he packed his Skoda with the few possessions he owned when all of a sudden, a man in a green jacket approached him.
?Hi, I was wondering if-? the man never got to finish the sentence because Erik had been listening to Killswitch Engage on his MP3 player, hadn?t noticed the man and had driven away.
?How rude.? Said the man in green said, opening Erik?s wallet to check the contents.
***
Blimpot was getting fed up of continually having to de-cheese the ?Extra Extra Large? socks which he was growing in field #4. They were so smelly, and the cheese let off a noxious gas which was partially explosive. It was at times like these ? when Blimpot was walking back to his home after a particularly hard day?s cheese-scrubbing when he would think about other occupations. Shoelace mining for example - the work was harder, but the profits were larger and at least he wouldn?t have to scrape cheese from the bottom of socks.
Its unfinished, but hey. tell me what you think.
Chapter 1
Blimpot had always been a sock farmer. His father did it. His father?s father did it. And his father?s father?s father did it. For some strange reason his father?s father?s father?s father actually mined shoelaces but that?s another story.
The crops were good this year ? A whole two fields were blooming with pink frock-socks and another three with long-johns which would sell at a fantastic price what with winter coming. However, the price of socks wasn?t on Blimpot?s mind that morning. He was a bit jittery as the first meeting of the town?s amateur astronomers was being held at his house today. It was a large event seeing as it was the town?s only social activity apart from the great annual sock sale that believe it or not occurred every year.
?Oh ?eck,? Blimpot started as there was a thump on the door, ?The bligh?ers are early.?
***
??And continuing from article eight sub-section nineteen, I believe that space is in fact, endless.? A Sharp young college graduate who had failed to give his name finished speaking, his eyes fluttering around the six assembled men who were scratching themselves or twiddling their fingers absent-mindedly. He coughed loudly and stared at Blimpot knowing that if any response to his speech was to be expected, the first question would have to come from their host, ?As I was saying, kind sir. I believe that space is in fact endless.?
Blimpot scratched his head, ?But I don?t like butter.? he stated matter-of-factly feeling rather proud of himself.
The rest of the group of men agreed with Blimpot and so the rest of the day was reasonably eventless unless you count the untimely suicide of the unnamed college graduate.
***
Twenty-six miles east of Blimpot?s house, a man dressed entirely in black was sitting behind a desk, talking on the phone. It was a fairly good desk and had served the man well over the years but this was one encounter it wouldn?t survive.
?You did WHAT?? the man screamed down the phone and hammered his fist off the desk which decided that it would be more fun in the great office in the clouds and gave up on life, collapsing to the floor in a pile of paper, metal and wood.
The man swore loudly and threw the phone out the window before cursing again when he remembered that he had been using his expensive mobile and not the office phone.
He pressed a little button on the wall,
?Sandra? Yeah, call my driver. I?m leaving work early today. Thanks. Bye.?
He got up and sighed as he examined the wreckage of the desk which was at that very moment being re-united with its long-dead family.
Trying to calm himself down by playing Killswitch Engage on his MP3 player, the man dressed in black strolled out of the office block and into an awaiting limousine which revved, coughed, spluttered, died, revved and then spluttered again before finally driving off down the street.
***
The man whom had been on the other end of the phone, broken on the road and being driven over by the limousine was named Erik and he was managing sales director for the company ?We know where you live security systems.? The reason the man in the black had been so angry at Erik was that about three minutes prior to phoning, Erik had spectacularly burned down the entire manufacturing factory for ?We know where you live security systems,? killed the man in black?s dog and shot down an ME-14eleven-niner Jet plane that just happened to be the property of John Longshot, CEO of ?We know where you live security systems? and now deceased.
This had all come down to a simple stumble in Erik?s office which had resulted in him falling onto the dog which barked loudly and smashed out the window in surprise, landing on the ?launch missiles at jets? button which in turn, fired the missile that blew up the ME-14eleven-niner that un-imaginably coincidentally was flying right over the manufacturing factory of ?We know where you live security systems? that caught fire and burned down due to the flames coming off the plane?s wreckage.
Erik heard a car pull up outside his office, parking next to the ?launch missiles at jets? button. It was a black limousine and stepping out of it was the man in black.
Erik almost wet himself. The man in black never made personal visits unless it was very important.
***
?And that is why you?re going to leave this city right now.? The man in black finished his forty-six minute long speech on why it was dangerous to throw dogs out of windows, shoot down planes and ruin major companies.
?And if I refuse?? Erik asked sheepishly.
?You?ll join the dog down on the pavement below.?
This statement was greeted by a silence in which Erik contemplated what had been said.
?But the elevator?s broken.? He said finally.
?THE WINDOW, YOU IDIOT! I?LL THROW YOU OUT THE WINDOW!? The man in black shouted louder than he had done over the phone.
?I?m sorry sir, but I must decline. I feel I may get hurt by being thrown out the window. And to show my outrage at this ludicrous window-throwing scheme, I shall leave this city. Right. Now.? Erik said stubbornly
The man in black rolled his eyes and left the office leaving Erik standing alone with his thoughts that at that very moment were going something like this ?
?Cow man, and his side kick Ass-hat man, are going out on their most dangerous mission yet!? to the theme tune of I?m sorry I haven?t a clue.
It was this tune that Erik was singing as he packed his Skoda with the few possessions he owned when all of a sudden, a man in a green jacket approached him.
?Hi, I was wondering if-? the man never got to finish the sentence because Erik had been listening to Killswitch Engage on his MP3 player, hadn?t noticed the man and had driven away.
?How rude.? Said the man in green said, opening Erik?s wallet to check the contents.
***
Blimpot was getting fed up of continually having to de-cheese the ?Extra Extra Large? socks which he was growing in field #4. They were so smelly, and the cheese let off a noxious gas which was partially explosive. It was at times like these ? when Blimpot was walking back to his home after a particularly hard day?s cheese-scrubbing when he would think about other occupations. Shoelace mining for example - the work was harder, but the profits were larger and at least he wouldn?t have to scrape cheese from the bottom of socks.
boot camp was already on anyway
listen to bands like 36 crazyfists.. they're post-hardcore...
And some FFaF is post-hardcore.
And some FFaF is post-hardcore.
Metal, Hardcore, post-hardcore, rock, classic rock, pre-metal, some dance rock.. but only in rock clubs.. to listen to on CD or something is crap for dance rock..
i have 3 maps to enter...
1 will be dm_stranded
1 will be dm_control (a few of you have played it when i was testing on muzz's server)
And the other will be kept a secret for now... however, i can say that it is due to rowleybob that it is being made... dont ask rowleybob as he doesnt have a clue about it, but something he said made me wanna make it..
1 will be dm_stranded
1 will be dm_control (a few of you have played it when i was testing on muzz's server)
And the other will be kept a secret for now... however, i can say that it is due to rowleybob that it is being made... dont ask rowleybob as he doesnt have a clue about it, but something he said made me wanna make it..
