Infinity Painting Pledge (April)

Month is already half done and I bought the new Dead or Alive game. Countless unlockable costumes really don't mesh well with magpie like tendencies. But let none say I'm not capable of boundless overconfidence!

This is a Cutter TAG of the Varuna Naval Chasseurs equipped wit thermo-optical camouflage. In other words, a big, remote controlled humanoid robot that can turn itself invisible.


Also four new episodes of Game of Thrones just got leaked. Woohoo!


Nemo nos effugit!

Fenris

Infinity Painting Pledge (Finished)

I managed to paint my Panoceanian Fusiliers on time for the pledge. Yaaay!

Gotta love how the picture ate every highlight on the weapons and shows every error in my paint-job. And since I'd probably forget otherwise, the recipe:

Berets: Death World Forest Green
Armor: Kantor Blue, Kantor Blue and Deep Sea Blue (50:50)
Clothing: Steel Legion Drab and Tallarn Sand
Straps: Wolf Grey
Bases: Wolf Grey and Nuln Oil, Coal Black
Guns: Thamar Black, Coal Black, Greatcoat Grey

In other news, I have been playing a lot of Street Fighter, even got myself a fightstick, but I still don't know which character to main. Cammy seems to click with me, but I also enjoy Chun-Li, Bison, Poison, Vega and Sakura. Ryu is great, too, but he's Ryu, which makes him a bit bland.

Raging Heores also started their second Kickstarter since their art team is apparently chomping at the bit. There might be Dark Elves in my future. Damn, I have to read the Elric-saga agin.

I've also been playing a bit of Star Wars: The old Republic again. Either as a Sith Lord or as a gun-slinging Bounty Huntress.

Still don't know how to paint my Nomads
Fenris

People

I discovered today, that I can group the people who visit me for the first time by the first thing they do when entering my room.

Group 1 are those who take a look at my bookshelf and goes: "Oh, read that book, it's great!/I heard of this one can you recommend it?"

Group 2 has a look at my miniature display and are amazed at my painting skills (while I'm thinking: "There are people soooo much better than me.")

Group 3 asks where my TV is and look at me like I'm crazy when I tell them I don't own one.

I tend to favor people from 1 and 2.

It's Saint Patrick's day, so I'm having a beer, cheers! (apparently, it's not. Don't mind, don't care)

Fenris

Infinity Painting Pledge for March

You see this? This is gonna get painted this month.

Yeah, nothing is more motivating than the thought of disappointing some people on the Internet.

It was a hell of a ride, Jackieboy

Watched the final episode of Sons of Anarchy today. I never expected a happy end and I was dreading an end like The Shield (also written by Kurt Sutter). But the series managed a satisfying, yet bittersweet ending. 

As in all the series' episodes, at the end, there waited the Reaper.

I should get a motorcycle

Fenris

Time to take back Earth!

Today I finished Mass Effect 2 for the second time. Why a second time? Because on my first playthrough, nearly full renegade femshep turned out like Helena f***ing Caine with a sniper rifle. Also, many of my favorite characters died, because I did not know that I could upgrade my ship. 

So, I simply imported another of my Mass Effect 1 saves and this time did everything right. 

Well, mostly right. 

Okay I fucked up occasionally. But this time in ways I am more okay with.

Bring it on, Reapers!

Also, I am now a registered Star Citizen. Fenris was sadly, already taken, so my call-sign will be:

Bengal Tiger! 

(Yeah, took me hours to find something I was at least okay with. -,-) 

I'm still undecided if I should pledge for a Freelancer and live the life of a space trucker or get a Cutlass and hire myself out as a merc or bounty hunter. I'd love to splurge on a Constellation, but that's a little more money than I'm comfortable with. And to post another cool trailer: Galactic Gear on the Origin M50. 

I love those trailers.

Spaaaaaaace!

Fenris

Any sufficiently advanced psychological warfare is indistinguishable from the paranormal

Nemesis was to be humanity's greatest weapon. A warship so powerful as to take on a Compact's chariots. And so she did. But though victorious, Nemesis saw her crew perish that day. That day, she saw Earth burn. That day, Nemesis started to hate.

2000 years later, the Compact has continued to grow and advance, and all that remains of Humanity is Rally, a single colony the Compact has found, whose population has long since been culturally subverted into loyal citizens. Sectator Citizen Grace Alice Proctor is a cadet in the Compact Space Force. 

Joining her on the training ship Bequeathed is her alien friend, Allyria, who was resettled from the recently conquered Verrish homeworld onto Rally to help the young Verrisha assimilate into Compact culture. Grace is a model Compact citizens who believes in the ideals that the Compact is built on, but Allyria nurses a hidden disdain for the civilization that conquered her home.

Then Bequeathed stumbles upon a massive alien ship, apparently derelict in a remote star system. It's the find of the lifetime, and the Bequeathed's captain wants to take the credit. Salvage teams are sent to board it and evaluate the technological treasures within.

But not all is right. There's a warning in Common drawn on the ancient walls of the hangar bay, there's a pounding coming from deep within the ship, and sometimes... maybe... you think you hear laughter in the static on the radio. Grace is worried, her section leader is having nightmares, and Allyria... seems to know something.
Nemesis still hates. She hates with cold, machine, precise, insane, impossible, calculating hate.
She's dead, broken, but she lives and hates.

And she wants revenge!

Do you like hard SciFi blended with horror? Well, I do and I'm currently reading the story described above, though "devouring" might be more apt. Interested? Find it here:

The Last Angel by Proximal Flame

Not yet convinced? Have a try.

There, rising from the depths of the storm-wracked clouds, was the human warship, thick streamers of hydrogen and gases roiling from its hull, flashes of incandesce sparking as its screen flared to life, igniting pockets of gas. It would have been vulnerable during its ascent... had there been any eyes to see it. Sensor alarms howled as the hostile surged with power, its own targeting systems locking on to Redemption of Sol.

It was here, the Bastion Leader realized. It was waiting for us all along. It was never about Rynnien. It wanted us. It was waiting for us. Before she could issue any orders, a comm channel beeped.
The machine spoke in the soft tones of a young woman, one barely out of maidenhood. Against all logic, Tribune Danele could feel the emotion behind each syllable, the words dripping with venom. There was hatred unlike anything the Tribune had ever heard before as she listened to an immortal being whisper its rage.

“Burn with me.”


Echo is fuckin' scary!
Fenris